I discovered my wife is a slut after 20 years of marriage. Up until then I had no clue she was a cum hungry woman who loved being submissive, passed around, or made to do humiliating things in front of others. Cathy had always been the perfect, conservative wife who dressed in unassuming clothes, wore her hair simply, used make up sparingly, and she went to church nearly every Sunday.

She didn’t work, primarily because I had a big job that paid big bucks, and there was no need for her to earn an income. That freed her to volunteer work, attend the house, coordinate the kind of entertainment I had to do for my job, and help keep me organized. We were always affectionate with each other, but to be honest, the passion we both wanted was lacking; we just never told each other about that. We had sex two or three times a week, and every Wednesday night is blowjob night for me. Sometimes Cathy would suck me off on Sunday if I went to church, bizarre as that sounds.

All of it felt good, but when I watched porn movies, which I did quite a bit, I knew my sex life was rather pedestrian, but who was I to complain? My wife loved me, and we got along; I had a great job, owned three cars, and a summer cottage. Life was good.

I often traveled, and it was an early trip home that changed everything. I was carrying my suitcase up the front stairs to the porch. It was late, so I was trying to be quiet. Cathy wasn’t expecting me until the next morning; so, I figured she would be in bed already.

As I was digging in my pocket to find my keys, I noticed an overturned potted plant on the porch. I walked over and set it upright, and that’s when I heard voices in the living room. I recognized Cathy’s voice, but there two other voices, both male. One of them was saying, “That’s right bitch, that’s right,” at the same time as Cathy was moaning, “Fuck me harder, please, give me your big cock.”

I was shocked. I peeked through a small opening in the front window curtains, and my jaw literally dropped when I saw my wife, naked as a blue jay, backed onto a black man’s cock, who was sitting on the sofa. Her legs were bent, and her big breasts were wagging back and forth as she raised her ass and then dropped down over and over on what had to be a 9-inch cock.

I didn’t realize just where his cock was until Cathy yelled, “My ass is so full, fuck it, baby, fuck it harder.” That’s when the second black man stepped toward Cathy, grabbed her head, and began headbanging her with his cock, which, if anything, was even bigger.

To be clear, Cathy wasn’t really sucking his cock. He was fucking her mouth and without mercy. He was fucking her throat and smashing his balls against her chin, and I watched with amazement and horror as drool flowed down her chin, and she gagged violently from the force. What really shocked me is that she put up no resistance. Actually, sometimes when his cock would slip out of her mouth, she would grab it and stuff it back inside, and he would continue to throat fuck my wife.

It wasn’t long after that when the men blew their nut. The guy fucking her mouth pulled out and jacked off into my wife’s mouth and all over her face. His cock was a gooey mess, covered in cum and spit, and once he was done cumming, my wife, without any cue from him, began licking it clean. That’s when the other man in her ass started grunting and raising his hips to keep his cock deep in Cathy’s ass. It took a second or two for me to understand what was happening fully. This black man was cumming in his wife’s asshole.

My nose was literally pressed up to the window. When Cathy stood up, I could see the beginning of a creampie bubbling out of her ass. She quickly reached down to the floor, grabbed her panties, and put them on, followed by her yoga pants. Fuck, I thought, she is making sure his cum drips out into her panties after they leave. I started to panic a bit because I didn’t know what to do. Should I go in or leave or hide. I decided to do that later. Our porch wrapped around to the other side of the house, so I scurried over there.

My back was pressed against the wall like some kind of spy on a secret mission. Our neighbor’s window was direct across from me, and I could see the television flickering in the living room. What if someone saw me? Then I heard the door unlock, and the two men were suddenly standing just outside the door, saying their goodbyes to Cathy, who I assumed was standing in the doorway.

“Thank you, boys, so much,” Cathy said. I heard two kisses being given, one to each man, no doubt. “There’s nothing like BBC,” she added. “I am so sore.”

“And fulla cum,” one of the men said.

“I got cum on my face still, too, boys. I love that.”

“When is the ball and chain out of town again?”

“Oh, Jamal, I think in a few days again, and he’ll be gone for nearly a week, so you can use me whenever you want.”

Did my wife just say, ‘use me?’ My head was spinning. Then it hit me. The men could end up walking right by me if they didn’t go the other way. So I ducked down below the railing, and sure enough, there they went down the street, laughing and no doubt kibitzing about what just happened. Once they were out of sight, I returned to my car and went for a drink at Tony’s Bar and Grill and hung out there for another hour or so.

Part of me was hurt and mad. But clearly, my hard cock was informing me that I was conflicted. I had never seen my wife be so wanton, certainly not with me, but there she was being ass fucked and gagging on cock – black cock no less. And clearly, this wasn’t the first time. I sat there nursing a beer realizing that my wife, sweet Cathy, was, in fact, a whore.

As humiliating as it was to watch her be with two black men and being called the old ball and chain, what I witnessed invigorated me, caused me to see my wife with new eyes. It dawned on me that those two black cocks were twice the length and girth of mine. My face went red thinking of that, and at the same time, my cock hardened. I realized that if my wife were a slut, she wouldn’t be looking for men with small cocks like mine. Therefore, slim chance, I figured, that she would want to be my slut, too.

When I returned home, the house was dark. I made my way slowly up the stairs to minimize the creaks and groans of the old maple steps. I undressed in the bathroom and walked quietly into the bedroom. Cathy was asleep curled up on her side, her back toward me. She was naked except for the panties she put on earlier. I was a bit surprised by that because Cathy always wore a flannel nightgown when we slept together.

I slid into bed and just laid there for a while, my cock standing at attention. While I touched myself, I knew I wanted my wife to continue being a slut, but I wanted to be involved somehow. That’s when I remembered some videos I had read about cuckolds whose wives fucked other men. I recalled one video of a cuckold cleaning BBC cum out of a woman’s pussy and ass. He licked and slurped, and in the process of cleaning the woman, he got cum all over his lips and chin.

Without thinking, I slid over to my wife and very slowly lowered her panties to her ankles. I gently turned her over and then repositioned myself between her legs. I could smell the cum now, and it drove me wild. I pushed my face into her pussy and grabbed underneath her ass, lifted her, and began sucking her ass, licking up the cum. This woke her up, of course.

“Oh, Hank,” she moaned, opening her legs wider. “Oh shit, Hank, yes baby, eat Mama’s cunt hole. You want that BBC cum, don’t you?”

That stopped me. How did my wife know I knew? I looked up at her over her mound.

Cathy smiled. “Sweetheart, when I said goodbye to my lovers, I saw your car. I figured you were hiding somewhere, and I knew you would come home when you got up the nerve.” She tousled my hair and then, in a commanding voice, told me to suck her pussy. “There’s cum inside there, too, dear, and you might as well eat that too.”

That’s what I was doing when her cell rang. “Oh, Jamal, hello, baby.” She listened to him while I was sucking her. “Well, baby, Hank came home early, and he knows you used me as your cum dump, and he is sucking me right now, cleaning me. Isn’t that marvelous?”

I could hear Jamal laugh but couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“Oh, that’s nasty, Jamal, but sure, why not. Everything’s going to change around here anyway, so yeh, come on by at noon. I will be ready for you. Oh, and bring anyone else you might want to use me.”

“You’re having him over tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yes, Hank. Now that you know the truth, I don’t have to hide it anymore, do I? Besides, you seem to be enjoying your part in this.”

“What part is that, Cathy?”

“Well, my dear, you have been a cuckold for 20 years but never knew it. Now you do, and it’s about time you lived like one.” She gently pushed me off her and added, “I am exhausted. Let’s talk more in the morning.”

I returned to my side of the bed, still hard and horny. I started stroking myself, and Cathy must have heard me. “Hank, are you masturbating?”

“Yes.”

“Stop. You can do that when I permit you, and tonight you don’t have it. Is that clear?”

“Fuck,” I sighed. “Yes, dear. Crystal.”

“Tomorrow, I will inform you of how things will be from now on.”

“Inform me?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I will tell you how you will serve me as my cuckold husband. You don’t have to agree, but you will have to move out if you don’t. It’s that simple.”

I felt a shiver overwhelm my entire body. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It is, dear. It’s been happening a long time, and now it is going to how I want things to be from now on, period.” She reached over and touched my cock. “That belongs to me now, not you. Good night sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Cathy.”

***

I slept in, which I hardly ever do. I was tired from the travel, and it took a while for me to fall asleep. I couldn’t stop playing out all that had happened that evening and how different my wife seemed now that I knew the truth. She showed no sign of regret or guilt. In fact, she seemed relieved.

By the time I showered and dressed and walked downstairs, it was 11:30. Cathy was in the kitchen making Sangria. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My wife was dressed in a pair of black thongs, matching nylons, and a garter, high heels, but nothing on top. I had never noticed how fine her ass looked, especially with those nylons and garter enhancing the view.

When she turned to greet me, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her breasts. Her nipples were hard, to say the least. Cathy’s breasts are large and heavy, and they hung down to rest on the top of her rib cage. She gave me a peck on the cheek and said in the most normal voice, “Jamal will be here soon to use me.”

“I see. Just Jamal?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Sometimes Jamal brings his uncle or his brother or a friend. Sometimes he shows up with a few men or by himself. I just never know.”

“Jesus, Cathy, you mean you will fuck anyone he brings?”

“Yes, dear. Anyone. And not just fuck. I will suck them, rim them, take two cocks at once, sometimes three…” Cathy smiled when she said that. “Sometimes I get two cocks in my pussy and one in my ass. It’s heaven.” Cathy lowered her eyes to my crotch. “I think this excites you, Hank.”

I emitted a nervous chuckle. “Yes, I guess it does, but it’s all so new and unexpected.”

“I know, dear. Things are different now, in so many ways.”

“Like how, Cathy?”

“First off, you will no longer call me by my name. Instead, you can call me “Mistress” or “Mommy.”

It took me a few seconds to let that sink in. “Okay…Mistress.”

“I will continue to fuck and suck other men as often as I wish. You can be there, well, at least most of the time, except when I see Howard.”

“Howard? Not…”

“Yes, that Howard, dear.”

“Christ! Really?” Howard was my ex-boss. I changed companies a few years ago, and one of the big reasons I did was that I didn’t like the man. He was narcissistic and loved to flaunt his power over others who reported to him. I wanted to protest, but Cathy just continued.

“I started fucking him early on in your job there, Hank. Jamal and all the others are just sexual partners. But Howard is my boyfriend. He takes me to dinner or the Opera once or twice a month.”

I could feel heat spread across my face. “Howard’s married.”

“Yes, dear, to Roberta. She knows. In fact, once in a while, she and I go at it while Howard watches.”

I felt like I was experiencing the kind of things you read about in Penthouse Letters or a Literotica story. “This is unbelievable, dear.”

“I know, and I imagine it causes you some upset, but it’s about time you got with the program, Hank. I like to fuck and suck, and while men are my favorite, I do like sucking pussy now and again.”

“Does he…does he join in?”

“Sometimes, but he tends to like us fuck ass to ass using a big pink double-headed dildo. So sometimes we do anal for him that way, and he will walk back and forth between us and have us suck his cock.”

Cathy stepped toward me and placed her hand between my legs. “Hank, I do love you, so keep that in mind. You are a good man and a wonderful provider, but…” She squeezed my cock. “But you have a tiny penis, and I don’t really enjoy baby dicks.”

That was difficult to hear yet exciting at the same time. I was about to say something when the doorbell rang.

“Oh, goodie,” Cathy said. “That must be Jamal.”

I followed Cathy to the doorway and stood off to the side. Jamal walked in, nodded at me and then just stood there. I could see two other black men behind him.

“Oh, Uncle Jim,” Cathy said cheerfully. She walked past Jamal to hug the man. Then, she turned to the other man and said, “Hello, and who are you?”

“He’s my cousin,” Jamal said. “He is shy, doesn’t speak much.”

Cathy was now in the middle of the men, and our front door was still open. She knelt, facing Jamal, unzipped him, and pulled out his enormous cock, and, without a word, began sucking him. A few minutes later, all of us were in the living room. All three men were sitting on the sofa, and Cathy was on her knees sucking and stroking all their cocks. I was standing by the window. No one was paying me any mind.

At one point, Cathy looked at me and gave me a devil’s grin. “Come here, Hank.”

I stood next to her and nearly died when she told me to take out my ‘tiny penis’ so that I could see for myself why she preferred big, black cocks. “Look,” she said. “You aren’t even half the size, are you?”

I was speechless.

Cathy cleared her voice. “Well…?”

“No, Mistress, I’m much smaller.”

All the men were laughing at me.

“It must be hard to be so small,” Jamal said. “No pun intended.”

Everyone laughed at that, even Cathy, who then returned to sucking and slurping all over three huge, hard, black cocks.

After a few more minutes of that, Cathy stood up and turned around. She held out her arms and looked at me. “Hold my hands, dear.”

I grabbed onto her outstretched hands and held onto my wife as she lowered herself onto the Uncle’s cock. “Oh, Uncle, she whispered. Not there. Put it in my ass.”

Jamal and his cousin started sucking her nipples as the Uncle stretched her ass open. Cathy kept looking straight into my eyes as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

This went on for a couple of hours. Finally, each man got there turn fucking my wife’s ass, and later, after we moved to the bedroom, she was double penetrated in her pussy while a third cock pummelled her ass. Sometimes they would gag fuck her mouth, and saliva would spray everywhere and across Cathy’s face. Each man came at least three times, and when the festivities finally ended, my wife was covered with spit and cum. Her holes were swollen and red, and her makeup was smudged under her eyes. Her lipstick had spread across her chin.

I watched it all, my penis hanging off my pants. I watched Jamal stand up and grab Cathy’s hand and lead her out of the bedroom. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there. I tried not to look at the men or, more specifically, their cocks, but I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes away. Their cocks soft were larger than my hard penis.

When Jamal and Cathy returned, her face was free of cum and smudges, but her entire body was wet and glistening.

There was another 15 minutes or so of mundane chatter before the three men left. As soon as Cathy shut the door, she turned to me and said, “I made a list of chores and errands for you, Hank. It’s on the hallway table by the back door.”

“Mistress?”

“Yes, Hank.”

“Where did you go with Jamal.”

“Oh, we went to the bathroom. We always do that when we are done.”

I must have had a puzzled look on my face.

“Jamal gives me a shower in the tub, baby, to clean me off and…”

“And?”

“He likes me to drink his…” She touched my cheek. “Now, don’t get all flustered, Hank. “Jamal gives me a golden shower, and he likes me to drink his piss.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No dear, it’s our ritual, and just in case you are wondering. I love it. In fact, I introduced it to Jamal.”

“You asked to drink his piss?”

“Oh god, yes. I just love how it feels, so warm, and I do enjoy the taste. Very yummy.” Cathy chuckled. “You know your little penis is still hanging out of your pants, don’t you?”

“Fuck,” I muttered. I stuffed my penis back inside and zipped up.

Tonight, at supper, which you will make, I will explain all the new rules in your life. In the meantime, look at the chores list and get some stuff done before you must cook. Oh, and two more things. First, upstairs in my top drawer are a pair of pink panties. Put them on and just wear that for the rest of the day.”

“Just panties?”

“Yes, Hank. And from now on for the day, address me as Mommy.”

“Yes…Mommy.”

“If you are a good boy, Mommy may let you nurse on her wonderful tits. Okay, get going, Hank. I am going to go to my bedroom. Howard will be phoning me soon, and sometimes he makes me do things while we talk.”

“Things?”

“You’re so curious, Hank, all in due time. You will know everything, but not yet.”

* * *

For the next two hours, dressed in Cathy’s pink panties, I vacuumed the house, dusted, did three loads of laundry, and washed the dishes by hand. We had a dishwasher, but Cathy’s instructions were not to use it. I also had to wipe down the sofa and the living room floor of any cum and drool and spray disinfectant.

Cathy had laid out what I was to make for supper, a beef stew. I followed her instructions, cut up onions and carrots and potatoes, coated the beef cubes in flour and browned them, threw in some wine and a bit of water, and put it all in the slow cooker. I had just sat down when Cathy came into the kitchen. She was topless but had on yoga pants that were so tight, and her camel toe was puffed out between her legs.

She twirled around and ran her fingers along the slit of her camel toe. “Do you approve, Hank? Do you like seeing Mommy’s pussy pressing out from her yoga pants?”

“Yes, I do…Mommy.”

“Do you think other men would like to see me this way?”

I nodded. It still confused me, though. I wanted every man in the world to see my wife this way, and yet I wanted her only to show me. “Yes, Mommy.”

“I think I will wear these pants tomorrow when I go shopping. Maybe I will bring you along. We can stop at a few stores and buy you a few things.”

I looked at her.

“Yes, Hank, I am going to buy you girlie things. You will be wearing them every day. Can you imagine: yellow and pink and pastel panties under your business suit, perhaps garters and nylons, and so much more, my sweet husband.”

I got up to check the stew as Cathy made her way into the living room. I joined her a few minutes later, and she pointed to her feet. I knelt and waited. She was talking to some guy named Carter.

“Carter, baby, yes, of course, I want your cum inside of me…yes, baby in my ass, of course…I will get back to you with a date and time, baby, okay?”

Cathy put her phone down. “Carter is an older gentleman, maybe 60, who delivered a pizza one night and seemed to appreciate the nightie I was wearing. He was a bit disheveled but had such a sly smile and a way with words, and before long, I was sucking his cock instead of giving him a tip. We will have to order a pizza sometime so you can meet him.”

“How many men are there, Mommy?”

Cathy rubbed her chin. “Hmmm, at least a dozen regulars, Hank, but I also like one-offs with strangers, too. When you are away, I am rarely alone, and now that you know what is going on, I plan on being used every day at least once. Hopefully more.”

“Do I know any of them?” I worried about that.

“Howard, for one, dear. But, hey, don’t grimace like that. But yes, there are a few others you know. Jackson McGee, Bosco – don’t know his last name, but he’s the bartender at Boston Pizza – and Doctor Swanson.”

“You fuck your doctor?”

“Oh yes, Hank, have been for nearly 15 years.”

I understood the attraction to Bosco. He was a tall, muscular Irishman, whom I assumed had no problems bedding women. But, “Who is this Jackson fellow?”

He’s a deacon at the church, Hank. You know him. He’s that big black man with the gray beard who stands at the entryway to the sanctuary.”

“Ahh, yes. Jackson reminds me of a bouncer.”

Cathy laughed. “I agree, and let me tell you…” Cathy lowered her voice. “He loves to see me bouncing on his mammoth cock; it’s the biggest I have right now, at least ten inches and thicker than my wrist.” She held up her wrist for emphasis.

“Oh,” was all I could get out.

“I know, baby. This is a lot to take in, but I will no longer hold back or hide who I am from you. I have done that for too long in our marriage.”

The timer went off.

“Is that dinner?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Dinner was pretty good. I served it with a tasty Chianti and a Caesar Salad. After dinner, Cathy retrieved a notebook from a kitchen drawer and set it in front of me. “Here is the list of rules. It’s just the first page, honey, but you will be using this notebook to document your new life.”

Cathy got up and left the room without saying another word.

I opened the book and stared at the list:

1. You are no longer to consider yourself a man. Men have big cocks and can fuck all night long. You have a tiny penis, and you can only cum once a night. You’re my manboy and my cuckold. My husband, too, but that’s a word I use when we must be discrete.

2. I am your Mistress and your Mommy, and you will worship me in all ways I tell you to. This includes being my houseboy, running errands, finding men for me to fuck and suck, cleaning my holes of cum, and sometimes I will have you fluff, if not suck off, my lovers.”

3. All the men I let use me will be addressed as “Sir” by you, except Howard. Howard is my Master, and I am submissive to him. Therefore, you will address him as Master Howard, and if he gives you an order, you will obey him.

4. I want to be sucked and rimmed each morning and at bedtime at the very minimum.

5. You will dress in panties and lingerie around the house and underneath your business suits.

6. I will be training your ass with butt plugs, and you will buy me a strap-on so I can fuck you.

7. You may not masturbate or cum without my permission. I may decide to put you in a chastity device so you cannot stray while away from me.

8. I will also be spanking you, slapping your cock and balls, if not worse.

9. You will start taking me to swing clubs and strip bars so I can meet more men to fuck and suck.

10. And finally, you will drink my golden waters whenever I want.

None of these items are negotiable. Not one. If you refuse any one of them, you will have to move out with 24 hours, and it will be 6 months before I would even consider taking you back and while we are separated, you will give me 80% of your take-home pay. I will not put up with any whining, pouting, or passive-aggressive resistance.

What you can do now is go upstairs. Go to the spare bedroom, which is now your bedroom, and on the bed, you will find what I want you to put on. Once you are dressed, come to my bedroom (which is no longer yours). I will be lying face down on the bed, let’s open, ass up in the air, and you will crawl into bed and immediately start sucking my asshole.

When I have had enough, I have a surprise for you. I require you to accept the surprise with enthusiasm or move out. I hope, of course, that you do not move out but instead commit yourself to serve your Mommy.

Love Cathy

(which is the last time I will be referred to by you or me by my real name).

By the time I finished reading the list, I was trembling. Less than 2 days ago, I was married to a conservative, loyal wife who took care of me when I was home. I was the breadwinner, a successful professional, and now I was about to go upstairs, put on god knows what, and suck my wife’s asshole, and then…well, I had no idea, but I knew whatever it was I would do it.

My wife was a nymphomaniac slut and was taking over my life, our household. She was now my Mistress and my Mommy. I felt fear and shame and terror, and I felt strangely at peace for the first time in years. I didn’t really know what this life would be like or feel like, but what choice did I have? Living alone? I didn’t want that.

When I walked into my new bedroom and saw what she had laid out for me, I literally gasped. It took me a good ten minutes to get everything on. When I looked in the mirror, I didn’t recognize myself, though I surely knew it was me. There I was with stubble on my face, and chin decked out in a powder blue teddy with matching lace panties and matching nylons held up with a white garter belt.

I took a deep breath and walked down the long hallway toward my wife’s bed. She was laying as she promised, ass up, legs open. I did as she instructed, pushed my face between her ass cheeks, and started sucking and licking her asshole. It had a bittersweet taste, which was quite pleasant, and the moans she made egged me on to suck her with more passion and diligence. It must have been a half-hour later when she rolled out from underneath my mouth and sat up on the bed.

She grabbed a bottle of water off the nightstand and drank it all down, and set the empty bottle next to another empty bottle. That seemed odd to me, but I knew better to question. Then, finally, she stood up and said in the most normal of voices, “Hank, come with me.”

I followed her into the master bathroom, and I knew immediately what the surprise was going to be. I wanted to run, but I knew I couldn’t. I wanted to scream out my protest, but instead, all that I could say, in a tiny voice, was, “Mommy.”

To be continued…