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Part 4…

As soon as the door closed, I spoke up, “You’re not seriously considering asking him to give you an orgasm, are you?”

“Spare me your mock indignation, John. We both know that without that little thing on your penis, you would be hard as a rock right now.”

She was right about the hard cock. My cock was currently swollen as much as the cage would allow. She had me there, but that didn’t mean I wanted to see Butch give my wife an orgasm. Or did it? I was so confused. She seized upon my silence and continued.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, John. I’ve never been this horny before. I need an orgasm so bad right now. I can’t think of anything else. I feel like it’s only fair, since you came on the beach.”

I looked back at her in shock, noticing her legs were still spread with her glistening pussy on display. Her head was still lolled back on the headrest with her eyes glazed in lust. God, she looked so sexy. I could see how badly she needed to cum. My options were to either deny my wife what she needed, take her back to intimate treasures for Randy to finish her, or give her to Butch again. I knew she would hate me if I even suggested doing anything more with Randy, so I made a hasty decision.

“I want to watch.”

“Are you sure? Won’t it hurt with that thing on?” Emily asked with a slight giggle.

“I can’t just leave you alone with him,” I said before I opened the driver’s door and waited for her to get out of the back of the van.

Butch was waiting just outside as Emily exited. He helped her to her feet, keeping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in close to his hulking form.

“So, you’ve decided you need something, Emily?”

I felt a twinge of remorse as I saw Emily look up into Butch’s eyes before saying, “I need you to make me cum.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Butch said to Emily before turning to me and continuing, “I’ll have her home in no time.” Butch pulled Emily in for a kiss right there in his front yard.

I quickly glanced around to see if anyone I might know could have seen it. I started to follow them as he led Emily towards his front door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Butch asked as he turned back to glare at me.

“I’m not leaving you alone with my wife,” I said as sternly as I could.

“I don’t see that you have a choice, because I’m not letting you inside my house.”

“Please, Butch,” I said, hoping that begging would work with him.

“Tell him to go home slut.”

“Just go home, John. I’ll see you soon.”

I was hesitating, so Butch chimed in again. “I’ll tell you what, Needle. If you’re a good little cuck and listen, I’ll let you eat her out when she gets home. Hell, we could make that a rule for the next two weeks. You can lick your wife’s little pussy whenever it has cum in it. You hear that slut? You can make him eat cum out of your pussy, but you can’t tell him why it’s there.” Butch said, followed by a belly laugh, before closing the door in my face.

This was a surreal feeling. I was standing on Butch’s weed-infested front yard watching my wife disappear from my view, knowing she was going to have sex with him. This was going to happen, not because she was his salve, but because she needed it, and because I wanted her to do it. I stood there for about 30 seconds before I sullenly made my way back to our minivan.

I made my way back to the van in a daze. When I entered the house, I remembered the reason we had gone to the beach today was to get Emily out of the house while the kitchen camera was upgraded to one with a microphone, so I could hear what Emily and Leroy talked about every day. Looking around, I couldn’t see any evidence of any changes, which was perfect.

After inspecting the new camera, I began thinking back on the discussion Emily and I had in the van. It finally hit me why she seemed so out of character. It was the marijuana she had smoked with Randy. Emily was high for the first time in her life — and desperately horny.

I started to freak out that she might not make the best decisions while in that state. What if Butch’s friends showed up while Emily was still there? Would she let them all have her? These thoughts were causing my cock to swell painfully again.

I realized that I didn’t even know if marijuana could make a person horny, so I did some googling and found contradictory reports. Apparently, the strain of marijuana can affect the high as well, so I decided to call Randy at Intimate Treasures and see if he could offer any insight on what I could expect out of Emily’s high.

“Intimate Treasures, how can I help you?”

“Randy. It’s John. I need to ask you a question.”

“Johnny boy. How’s your hot wife doing?”

“She’s been acting a bit strange, and I wanted to ask about the marijuana she smoked. What kind of high should it be giving her?”

“It hit her hard, huh? Yeah, that’s a special concoction I get with a little bit of ecstasy added in.”

“It’s laced with ecstasy. Is that dangerous?”

“Nah. It’ll just make her a little more hot and bothered, but if you can give her an orgasm while she’s still floating, be ready for the ride of your life.”

“Umm. Thanks, Randy. I might give that a shot.”

“Anytime, Johnny boy. I’d be happy to give her that orgasm while you watch, if you want.”

“No thanks. Talk to you later.”

Just as I was about to go check on Emily, Butch’s beat-up truck pulled into the driveway. Emily was still wearing the semi-transparent swim cover-up as a skirt, with no panties, showing her fiery red bush as she rounded the truck and headed toward the door. I looked up the driveway to see Mr. Johnson in his front yard mowing. He nearly lost control of his tractor as he stared at my wife’s bare bottom walking across the driveway after being dropped off by another man. I was probably going to need to do some damage control with him the next time we talked.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Are you OK?”

“It wasn’t your fault. It was the marijuana you smoked. It was laced with ecstasy. Are you feeling OK?”

“I feel so good right now, but I think I need a shower.”

I started thinking about what Randy said about her orgasm while she was still high, and I wanted to see it. I wanted to experience it.

“Can I, I mean, well, did Butch cum in you?”

“Yes, that’s why I need a shower.”

“He said I could lick you. I want to give you an orgasm. I want to give you your last orgasm for two weeks.”

“You really want to do that? Last week, you seemed pretty grossed out by it.”

“I guess I’ve gotten over it. Let’s go to the bedroom, and I’ll give you an orgasm.”

She stood by the bed, looked at me, and said, “I want to be on top.”

That one sentence almost made me cum spontaneously inside my cage. This was perfect. Her taking control and no Butch around to see it. I was in heaven as I lay on my back while she positioned herself over my head. The entire area around her pussy was shining with wetness. Her opening was still open a bit from Butch’s thick cock stretching it. I pushed my tongue into her hole, tasting the bitter saltiness of Butch’s cum.

Emily let out a long sigh as she began grinding her clit against my nose while she fucked my tongue with her pussy. Her orgasm came in waves just minutes later, releasing a gush of juices directly into my mouth. The orgasm was unlike any I had given my wife with oral before, and I assumed I had the ecstasy-laced marijuana to thank for it, but it still gave me a sense of accomplishment.

After her shower, Emily said she needed to go shopping for some skirts that wouldn’t cause too much drama without panties on. She was also concerned about finding something to wear when working out. I offered to drive, since she might still be under the influence, since it had only been a few hours since she smoked the pot.

We came home a few hours later with enough skirts for two weeks. They all met Butch’s requirement of being above her knees, but just barely. She was certain she wouldn’t have to worry about flashing anyone in the skirts we had chosen. She seemed more herself by the end of the shopping trip, which brought on remorse, causing an ugly cry during the car ride home. I tried my best to console her, reassuring her that nothing she had done was her fault and that I didn’t feel she was responsible for anything, but she was inconsolable until late into the evening.

That night in bed, after she had regained her composure, I decided to broach the topic of Simon. My imagination had been getting the best of me all evening, and I couldn’t stand not knowing what had happened.

“You gave Simon a blowjob? The Simon from college?” I asked with a quivering voice, afraid she would blow up at me. To my surprise, she just sighed before speaking.

“Yes. I’m sorry I never told you, but you were always so jealous of him.”

“When?”

“It was before you and I started unofficially seeing each other in the first few weeks of college. I was away from my parents for the first time in my life, and I let loose a bit. Simon just happened to be the guy who was flirting with me at the right time, and we did a bunch of stuff, but don’t worry, we never had sex. I saved that for you.”

“But you sucked his cock? How many times?”

“John. It was such a long time ago, and it was just for a few weeks.”

“How many times?”

“I don’t know. Maybe like 20 or 30.”

“20 or 30 times! In three weeks!?!”

“I told you. I really let loose. I was in his frat house nearly all the time those first few weeks, and we spent most of that time naked in his room.”

My cock suddenly swelled painfully in my cage at the thought of her behaving in such a wanton manner before she met me, when I had thought she was a shy, innocent virgin.

“Why didn’t you ever suck my cock?”

“I never liked giving them, and you never asked for one.”

“Why did you give Simon so many then?”

“He didn’t give me much of a choice, sweetie. He didn’t force me or anything. It was more like he expected it, and I needed to do it to please him. You’re not jealous of things I did before we started dating, are you?”

“Well, I’m a little jealous that you did things with Simon that you never did with me. Was he bigger than me?”

“Why do guys always worry about size? Your cocks were virtually identical, sweetie.”

“And you never did anything with him after we started dating? He was in your room all the time.”

“No. I never cheated on you. We were just friends after those wild weeks. I knew he still liked me, but I made sure he knew where he stood.”

“What about the stripper?”

“That was different. Your sister’s maid of honor made us all do it, even your cousin Sarah. I was the only one who couldn’t deep-throat, which was embarrassing, so I practiced with a banana until I could do it. Is the interrogation over? I’m getting tired.”

“Yes.”

As I lay still in bed listening to Emily drift to sleep, I tried to recall if I had ever asked for a blowjob and couldn’t remember ever asking. I was kicking myself for being so timid throughout our entire relationship. Meanwhile, Simon had just demanded blowjob after blowjob and had gotten them. I had another thought while I was lying there: I wondered if Emily ever talked to Simon about our relationship and whether he knew she had never given me a blowjob. These thoughts kept my cock swollen and painful in my cage the entire night.

After a fitful night of sleep, we went to Church, which was as uneventful as would be expected. The above-the-knee skirt Emily had chosen for church was actually a very nice dress that seemed completely appropriate for church. There was no way anyone would know she wasn’t wearing panties unless they noticed the lack of panty lines.

We sat with my parents during church, while Stuart was sitting with some of the other young men from his religious education class. It was nice to have a refuge of normality after the chaos of the previous day. Emily had been cold and distant from me since the marijuana and ecstasy had worn off. I think the reality of what happened yesterday finally sank in for her. I wasn’t sure if she was distancing herself from me because she felt guilty about going to Butch for sex, or if it was because she blamed my lies about Viagra for the situation we were in.

She spent most of Sunday with Stuart, ensuring his homework was done and he was prepared for his school week, while I mowed the grass before retreating to my home office to relieve some stress by immersing myself in one of my video games.

Sunday after dark, Emily went on her first jog wearing one of the sport skirts she had bought to ensure it would work for her the next day when she jogged in the daylight with Kira. She arrived home about 45 minutes later and headed straight for the bedroom without even stopping in to see me. This silent treatment was beginning to worry me, but my timidity kept me from confronting the situation; I waited until I knew Emily would be asleep before joining her in bed.

On Monday, right on schedule at 3:30, Leroy’s truck pulled into the driveway, once again blocking my access to the garage. I guess Emily’s conversation with him the previous week had been forgotten. I watched and listened as Emily welcomed Stuart home and greeted his newfound friends cordially. This new camera my buddy installed captured the conversations perfectly.

Leroy took his usual seat in the kitchen while the other boys descended to the basement for some Xbox time.

“It looks like you’ve parked in the wrong spot again.”

“Well, we had a deal. You were supposed to wear the Food City outfit, and I wouldn’t block the garage. You didn’t wear the Food City outfit, and I blocked the garage. Seems fair.”

“What? I wore the outfit for you.”

“Just stop lying. I know the truth. At Food City, you weren’t wearing a bra, and half the buttons were undone. My buddy laughed at me all weekend because of you.”

“You have to understand. I couldn’t wear the outfit like that with Stuart home, so I did the best I could under the circumstances.”

“All you had to do was tell me that it was different because Stuart was home, and I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself.”

“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Well, I would really like a kiss.”

“We’ve been through this before. I’m a married woman twice your age. It’s inappropriate for you even to ask that,” Emily said as she glanced towards the basement door.

“I see. You’re worried about someone coming up and catching us.” Leroy said as he stood up, grabbing the chair he was sitting in and walking out of camera view toward the basement. “There, now you don’t have to worry about poor little Stewie seeing,” Leroy added after obviously blocking the basement door with the chair.

“Leroy! What if there is a fire?”

“Then we’ll move the chair. Now come on, Mrs. B., kiss me.”

I could see Emily searching for a reason not to follow this request. No one could see them, and Leroy is a man. “Fine. Um, yes, sir. One kiss, but I don’t want you to brag to your friends about it.”

Leroy took Emily into his arms, lowered his face to hers, and started kissing a woman twice his age — my wife. After a few seconds, Leroy’s hands began exploring Emily’s backside. Once again, Emily followed the rules and gave no resistance. I couldn’t help but kick myself for not exempting Butch’s son from his rules, just like we had done with Eddie and Tim.

There was no resistance as this hooligan’s hands lightly touched her ass. No resistance as he became bolder, by grabbing her ass with both hands. No resistance as he kneaded the globes of flesh. No resistance as his fingers began descending between the globes of her ass. No resistance as one of his hands traveled up to her breast and began teasing it.

Finally, after about 10 minutes of Leroy taking advantage of the rules set by his father, the kiss broke. His hands still didn’t leave Emily’s assets as he spoke.

“Touch it,” he said, motioning towards his crotch with his eyes.

“Touch it? Touch what?” Emily asked, seeming truly baffled as to what he was asking.

“Touch my cock, Mrs. B.”

“Yes, sir,” Emily said as her left hand traveled slowly down from around Leroy’s shoulders until it was rubbing the front of his shorts.

“Oh yeah. That feels so good, Mrs. B,” Leroy said before beginning to kiss Emily again. They were both moaning into the kiss as they fondled each other, with Leroy’s hand snaking its way under Emily’s blouse and inside of her bra. Emily’s hand, meanwhile, was busily stroking Leroy’s cock through his shorts.

After about 5 minutes of this, Leroy broke the kiss again. This time, he pulled his shorts down to his knees. Emily pulled her hand away immediately.

“I’m so close, Mrs. B. Just stroke it a little more.”

At this point, I wasn’t sure if this was his second or third request since he had already asked her to play with his cock before she pulled away. I’m sure she was having the same dilemma as she grasped a hold of his cock, which looked even bigger than Butch’s cock. She never said, ‘yes, master, ‘ so she must have concluded this was just part of the second wish.

“That’s it, Mrs. B. Oh god, that feels so good. Is it bigger than your husband’s cock?” Leroy panted out as Emily stroked his cock steadily.

Emily’s silence was deafening as she ignored the question and continued to stroke his cock.

“You didn’t answer the question, Mrs. B. It’s bigger, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Leroy. It’s much bigger. Let me know when you’re going to cum so I can catch it with the towel,” Emily said as she used her right hand to grab a dish towel from the counter.

“I want to cum in your mouth, Mrs. B.”

“Yes, master,” Emily said as she kneeled in front of our son’s bully and opened her mouth right in front of Leroy’s cock head.

“Fuck yeah. I’m your master,” Leroy said as he tried to push his cock into Emily’s mouth.

“Just cum, Leroy. I’m not sucking it,” Emily said as she continued to stroke his cock while holding her mouth open near the tip.

“Call me master again,” Leroy croaked out, obviously close to cumming.

“Cum for me, master.”

“That’s so hot. Here it comes, Mrs. B,” Leroy said before grunting and shooting rope after rope of cum into Emily’s mouth and onto her face. Emily didn’t seem to mind the defilement as she continued to stroke his cock as his cum coated her face.

“Wow! That was a big one,” Emily said before licking the tip of Leroy’s cock to get the last drops coming out the end. “I’m going to need to clean up,” She continued after she finished milking the last of the cum from his cock.

My cock was straining inside the cage. I had done a great deal of research and discovered that the cage shouldn’t hurt, meaning Randy had been right, and I should have set it to a smaller size. It did prevent me from getting hard for the most part, but as blood rushed toward my cock the cage restricted how much it could expand, and it pulled at my scrotum until the pain made the erection subside.

“That was amazing, Mrs. B. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard,” Leroy said as he tucked his softening cock back in his shorts.

“Remember. No one. I mean, no one hears about this,” Emily said as she wiped her face with a dish towel.

“Don’t worry. I can keep a secret.”

“And don’t ask for more of that. We’re more than even for my little lie now,” Emily said as she finally stood up from her kneeling position.

“I’m definitely going to want more of that.”

“I need you to promise not to ever ask for that again.”

“You’d better go get cleaned up before stubby hubby gets home.”

“Leroy. I need you to promise.”

“I can’t make a promise I won’t keep.”

“You have to know we can’t do that ever again. I’m a married woman.”

They went back and forth like this for about a minute without Emily making any progress.

Just then, there was a knock on the basement door. Emily bolted from the kitchen while Leroy casually grabbed the chair from under the door and deftly put it back under the table before opening the basement door.

“Must have been stuck.”

“Stuck, huh? Where’d Mrs. B go?” Derek asked as he came into the kitchen.

“She had to get something from her room.”

“Bullshit. She had to get your cum out of her mouth. I saw her kneeling in front of you. Was she sucking your cock?”

“No, she wasn’t sucking my cock. She dropped something and was picking it up.”

“Nu uh. I saw clear as day under the door. She was on her knees with her face right in your crotch with your shorts around your ankles.” Derek asked excitedly.

“Shhh. She might hear you. How long were you there?”

“I watched for a few minutes, then waited as long as I could when you started arguing with her. How was it? Did you play with her big titties?”

“It was just a handjob, and yes, I got a good feel of those puppies. Oh, so nice. Fuck. I’m gonna get hard again just thinking about it.”

“Shit. How did that even happen?”

“I don’t fucking know. I asked her for a kiss, and she kissed me. Next thing I know, she’s got my cock in her hand and jacking me for all she’s worth. I’ve asked for kisses from her before, and she got pissed, but not today. It was so fucking hot, man. She called me master. I think she’s a sub-slut or something. Shit. She’s coming,” Leroy said as he pushed Derek back toward the basement stairs.

Emily came back into the kitchen looking trepidatious. “Who was it?”

“It was nothing to worry about. Where’s stubby hubby? He must be running late.”

Shit. I looked at the clock and realized I should have been home 10 minutes ago. I reached for my phone to call Emily, but decided it was better not to. I just ran out of the office and headed home.

By the time I arrived home, Leroy and his hooligan friends were long gone, allowing me to pull right into the garage. Emily acted as though nothing had happened. I was forced to pretend to be ignorant of what I had seen, or risk Emily’s anger at learning the camera system was still running.

Shortly after dinner, Emily attended her PTA (Parent-Teacher Association) meeting wearing one of the new skirts she had bought, which fell just above her knees, no panties, and a blouse that showed off more cleavage than I thought was necessary, but I kept my mouth shut.

Emily came home a couple of hours later, after Stuart had gone to bed. Once again, she didn’t even stop in my den to see me. She just went right to bed.

I joined her about 20 minutes later. She seemed upset, and I was fairly certain I knew why.

“Are you OK?”

“I’m fine.”

“Did something happen today with Butch’s rules?”

“I’m fine, now let’s go to sleep,” Emily said, sounding anything but fine.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, John. We’re not supposed to change our routines.”

“I don’t remember Butch saying anything about not changing our routines.”

“I remember him saying it, maybe you were in the store putting your cage on.”

“It’s not really changing our routine if I do something Stuart’s been asking for forever. How about this: I’ll pick Stuart up from school and take him into the city to that comic book store he’s been begging to go to. Then his newfound friends won’t be coming over tomorrow,” I suggested, knowing Leroy was the problem.

“You are just so clueless. I guess I’ll just have to get through this alone.”

“Clueless? Of course, I’m clueless. If you could just give me some hints, maybe I could help.”

“You’re the reason we are in this situation. Even if I told you what happened, you would probably just get excited about it.”

“I’m trying here. Wait; did something happen at the PTA meeting?” I realized that maybe I was focusing on the wrong event.

“I can’t tell you anything.”

“And that’s why I don’t know how to help you. I’m going to take Stuart to the comic book shop tomorrow to keep Leroy and his friends out of the house. You won’t have to attend the PTA meeting again tomorrow. So, I just don’t understand what your problem is.”

“You’re right about that. You don’t understand anything,” Emily said as she rolled over, giving me her back to end the conversation.

I just didn’t understand what I had done wrong. I knew that Leroy had gotten a hand job from her. It was likely that he would push for more action tomorrow, given the chance. So, ensuring he wouldn’t be there seemed the perfect solution to her problem.

Tuesday afternoon, I picked an excited Stuart up after school. It was a nice adventure for us. I am not a comic book fan, but Stuart loves them positively. The plan was to grab an ice cream from The Ice Scoop and then head to the comic book store. We were just ordering our ice cream when my phone pinged, signaling motion in the driveway, but I wouldn’t have an opportunity to look at the video until we got to the store.

When we arrived at the comic book store, almost 30 minutes had passed since my original notification of motion in the driveway. Stuart bounded out of the car and headed in. I told him I would wait for him in the car, as I quickly pulled out my phone to check the live view of the kitchen. What I saw totally shocked me.

Emily was wearing the outfit from our trip to Food City. Well, she was mostly wearing it. She was lying on her back on the kitchen table with the fabric of her meager top lying useless next to her exposed breasts. Her legs spread, with bent knees, and her feet lying flat on the table top.

Between her spread legs was the head of Leroy, lapping away at my wife’s pussy as she moaned in pleasure. One of his hands was busy pistoning his fingers in and out of Emily’s pussy while the other hand was full of her right breast.

I was so pissed at myself for not thinking that taking Stuart out of the house wouldn’t prevent Leroy from just stopping by and having even more freedom than he would have had otherwise. I was even more pissed that my cock was painfully straining at the cage again as I watched Leroy pleasure Emily with his tongue.

I needed to know how they had reached this point, so I switched to playback mode and began with Leroy entering the kitchen. I still have this video saved to my phone, which I am ashamed to admit I watch regularly, as I consider it the first time Emily had sex with someone behind my back.

“Leroy, what are you doing here? Stuart and Mr. B went to the comic book store tonight.” Emily said as she greeted him at the door.

“I know that. I wanted to see you in that outfit, and you said you couldn’t wear it with Stuart home, so I thought this would be the perfect day for it.. I want you to model it for me. Do you need any help changing?”

I’m sure he was expecting her to fight him, but she had her rules to follow.

“No, I don’t need help changing. You stay right here,” Emily said as she left the kitchen.

“Only if you call me master.”

“Please stay here, master,” Emily said demurely.

“That’s more like it,” Leroy said as he took a seat at the kitchen table. I knew he would be feasting on my wife’s pussy thirty minutes after this exchange.

I skipped ahead about ten minutes to see Emily entering the kitchen wearing the obscene outfit, with her tits barely contained by the top and the skirt so short that the slightest movement or bend showed her bare ass cheeks.

“There, you’ve seen it. Can I change now?”

“You didn’t say master.”

“Can I change now, master?”

“No. I haven’t seen it at all yet. Go ahead and model it for me.”

“Yes, master,” Emily said as she spun around slowly, in an obvious effort to keep the skirt from raising.

“I love that skirt, Mrs. B. You should always wear skirts like that.”

“It really is too small and way too short for my liking, which is why I don’t wear it anymore,” Emily said as she continued to hold her arms over her chest.

“Well, I like it. Let’s see the rest of it,” Leroy said as he gestured to her crossed arms.

“Yes, master,” Emily said as she slowly lowered her arms. Looking down at her body, she quickly realized that her left breast was exposed almost all the way to the nipple. She quickly pulled the loose fabric over her breast to cover her exposed areola, but the damage had already been done.

“Wow! You wore it like that to Food City?” Leroy asked, sounding completely astonished.

“Yes, but it’s not something I’m proud of.”

“Did your boobs fall out at all?”

“Yes. I tried to get some water off the bottom shelf, and the blouse slipped a bit.”

“Wow. I wish I had been there. Can I see?”

“See what?”

“Can I see you pick up a case of water?”

“You’re such a bad boy, Leroy,” Emily said as she turned towards the pantry.

“And you like bad boys, don’t you, Mrs. B?” Leroy asked before adding, “And don’t forget to call me master.”

“You know I do, master,” Emily said as she walked toward the pantry, where multiple cases of bottled water would be on the floor. She slowly bent at her knees, which would have given Leroy a clear shot of her pussy had he been inside the pantry, but since he was not in front of her, he couldn’t see anything. Before turning around, Emily put the box back down and fixed her top.

“Come on, Mrs. B. Pick it up and bring it over here. Just like at the store, Leroy said, pointing at the floor right in front of his chair.

“Do you promise not to tell anyone about this master?”

“I swear to god.”

Upon hearing those words, Emily squatted to pick the case of water up once again. When she turned around, she had the box covering her chest, delaying the inevitable. As she reached the spot in front of Leroy, she paused for a second before letting out a sigh and bending at the waist to set the water on the floor.

As she lowered the case of water to the floor, her breasts hung free of the strips of fabric, which were now merely covering the sides of her breasts. As soon as the water was on the floor, Emily quickly put the pieces of fabric back in place, but further damage had already been done. Leroy had seen both of my wife’s breasts in all their glory.

“Wow! That’s all I can say, Mrs. B. Your tits are amazing.”

“Leroy! That is not a way to talk to a lady.”

“You don’t look like a proper lady right now. I just can’t stop thinking about yesterday.”

“We’re not supposed to be talking about yesterday. Is there anything else we can talk about, Leroy?”

“I’m just wondering why you wouldn’t suck my cock, but you let me cum in your mouth,” Leroy said as he rose from his chair.

“Please, Leroy. We shouldn’t even be talking about it.”

“I mean, it just doesn’t make any sense. Most girls will suck it, but not let you cum in their mouths. I just can’t figure it out.”

“I’m begging you, Leroy. Just drop it.”

“Then I got to thinking. Maybe you just don’t know how to suck a cock. I can teach you; you know.”

The silence hung in the air as Emily seemingly ignored Leroy’s last statement. Just the slight movement associated with talking caused Emily’s left breast to come completely uncovered without Emily noticing, giving Leroy a more extended view of my wife’s breast.

“Is that it, Mrs. B? Have you never sucked a cock before?” Leroy asked. Emily was standing directly in front of this punk kid as he enjoyed the view of her exposed breast.

“No err, yes, I have sucked a cock before.”

“If I promise not to tell anyone, will you suck my cock, Mrs. B?”

“Yes, master,” Emily whispered as she descended to her knees in front of Leroy. He looked down on her as she lowered his shorts, releasing his stiff cock before engulfing it in her mouth.

“Oh yes! That’s amazing. You definitely know how to suck a cock,” Leroy said as he enjoyed my wife’s oral talents. She had managed to take his entire cock down her throat. As she used her throat muscles to pleasure him, Leroy moaned in ecstasy.

As she sucked his cock, all thoughts of her blouse seemed forgotten. Both of her breasts were now exposed, hanging down in view of the leering eyes of Leroy. His hands both reached down to feel them. He weighed them and toyed with her nipples, eliciting a muffled squeal from Emily, as she pulled her lips from around his cock.

“Ouch! Not so hard, master.”

“More like this?” Leroy asked as he rolled the nipple of her left breast tenderly.

“Mmmmm hmmmmm,” Emily moaned in the affirmative as she once again engulfed his cock with her mouth.

“You’re a great cock sucker, Mrs. B,” Leroy said. His left hand remained on her breasts while his other hand found the back of her head, forcing her to take more of his cock down her throat once more.

“Ah, yes,” Leroy grunted as he unloaded into Emily’s mouth for the second time in two days. I was oddly pleased that he had lasted less than two minutes before cumming. At least Emily’s degradation didn’t have to last too long.

Emily stood up and finally put her boobs back inside her top.

“I’m going to clean up,” Emily said as she turned to leave.

“Wait,” Leroy said, before continuing, “Come here.”

Emily turned back around abruptly, causing her breasts to jiggle free of the fabric once again. She stood directly in front of him, looking down towards his upturned gaze. Slowly, she started to put her breasts back under her top.

“Stop. Leave them like that. You have the most amazing tits, Mrs. B. Can I suck them?”

“Yes, master,” Emily breathed, giving Leroy his second wish.

Leroy leaned forward, taking her left nipple into his mouth as his right hand toyed with the other one. He alternated back and forth for the next couple of minutes.

After he had had his fill of my wife’s breasts, he scooted his chair as he guided Emily to a seated position on the edge of the table. He continued scooting the chair around until he was directly between Emily’s legs.

“I want to taste you.”

Emily had her third wish. She slowly raised her skirt, exposing her bare pussy to the punk. The new camera had a better resolution that allowed me to zoom all the way in to her pussy. She was literally dripping wet already.

“Oooh. No panties. You’re a naughty little slut. Aren’t you Mrs. B?” Leroy said, before leaning in to lick Emily’s pussy.

Emily didn’t answer his question but let out a long moaning sigh as Leroy worked his tongue on her pussy. Her hands were running through his thick brown hair as his tongue worked its magic.

Leroy appeared to know what he was doing, as his right hand began massaging Emily’s breasts in time with the tongue lashing he was giving her.

“Uh-huh,” Emily kept repeating before she started sighing, “Yes, right there,” Over and over again until Leroy brought his other hand into play, beginning to finger her pussy without letting up with his tongue or teasing of her nipples.

“Oh wow! unngggg oooohhh mmmmmm,” Emily gurgled out as this punk brought my wife to a thrashing orgasm right on our kitchen table. The thrashing didn’t slow Leroy at all. He just kept licking and fingering her throbbing pussy. Emily’s hands clutched at the edge of the table as she seemed to have either one huge orgasm or multiple orgasms in succession.

Finally, after about five minutes of Emily screaming in ecstasy, Leroy slowed his assault on her clit and pulled his glistening fingers from her pussy. Emily lay on the table, panting in orgasmic afterglow.

As Leroy stood up, I could see that his cock was rock hard after only fifteen minutes. Ah, to be 19 again. I thought he was just going to plunge his cock into her while she was recovering from her orgasm, but he was content to drink in the view of my wife, splayed out before him, still catching her breath.

“Oh my god! You’re hard again already?” Emily asked as she noticed the hard cock jutting out from his torso.

“I could get it up all night for you, Mrs. B. Are you ready to feel it?”

“Oh, Leroy. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” Emily said as she stood from the table, took him by the hand, and led him out of the kitchen.

‘Wait, what?’ I thought. He had already used his third wish; Emily had to know that. Maybe she was just going to suck him off again and didn’t want to kneel on the kitchen floor again. I wanted to find out where they had gone, but just then, Stuart came to the car door, and I had to put the phone away. Just like any teenager, as soon as Stuart was buckled in, he pulled out his phone and stared at the screen. I couldn’t get the thought that Leroy could be fucking my wife at that very moment.

When we arrived home 20 minutes later, Emily had dinner on the table. I made sure not to indicate that I knew anything about what had just happened with Leroy, lest she find out I was spying on her. I did notice a musky smell in the air as we entered the house. If I hadn’t known my wife had just given a blow job and been eaten out on the kitchen table, I probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought. Emily’s hair, usually impeccably styled, was a tad messy. Again, nothing I would have noticed on an ordinary day. Other than that, everything seemed normal.

I needed to search through all the cameras to see if I could catch anything else of Leroy and Emily. Still, I had to wait until I had eaten dinner and done my duty of cleaning the dishes while Emily got dressed for her Tuesday exercise class.

Within a few minutes of Emily leaving for her class, I was searching the cameras for any sign of Emily and Leroy. We aimed our cameras at valuables in each room, rather than in a way to would track someone moving through the house. I could see the curio cabinet in the living room, or the jewelry box in the bedroom, but I couldn’t discern where Emily and Leroy had gone.

The only thing I found was Emily walking Leroy to the door. It was about 15 minutes before Stuart and I arrived home. Emily was still wearing the short skirt, but her top had been removed.

“Now, remember. You promised not to tell anyone, and don’t expect this every day.”

“Don’t worry. I ain’t no snitch and we are totally doing this again,” Leroy said before pulling Emily in for a deep kiss. They kissed for over a minute while his hands roamed her body, eliciting moans from her.

Finally, she pushed him away. “Stop. We don’t have time for any more of that. You need to leave now.”

“Say it one more time before I go.”

“You’re incorrigible, you know,” Emily said with a smile, looking up at him before continuing. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” My wife said. My wife had just told this rude bully that he had fucked her better than I ever had. He had already shown me no respect; I couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be now.

That was it. Emily practically ran from the kitchen. They had just kissed like lovers. I wanted to believe she hadn’t fucked Leroy, but that kiss seemed like a post coital kiss to me.

It was almost two hours before Emily returned from her workout, meaning I had the opportunity to watch the kitchen blowjob video twice through. I took the time to save it to my phone in a hidden folder, ashamedly knowing I would want to watch it again once my cage was removed.

Emily breezed through the house and went right to the shower before coming into my den to check on me. It was only 9:00, but she said she was tired and ready for bed. ‘I bet,’ I thought, thinking of the fucking she had probably received this afternoon. Begrudgingly, I went to bed with her, trying to be a supportive husband.

Wednesday morning, my phone beeped with a notification of motion in the driveway shortly after I arrived at work. This was odd for a Wednesday, because Emily usually didn’t go out until later in the day. Even her morning jogs with Kira were after 10 am. So, I had to check to see what had caused it.

I was surprised to see Leroy’s minion, Derek, standing by the back door with his bicycle leaning against the garage door. I quickly switched to the kitchen camera to hear what might be said between Emily and Derek.

“I have a later arrival on Wednesdays because I have a study hall first period. So, I just ride my bike in and throw it in the back of the truck for the ride home with Leroy after school.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you about something I saw on Monday,” Derek said as he slipped past Emily into the kitchen.

“Uh, come on in, I guess,” Emily said in response to his intrusion.

“So, I was coming up the stairs on Monday, and I could see under the door. Do you know what I saw?”

“No, Derek. I have no idea what you saw,” Emily said, sounding annoyed now.

“Well, I saw you on your knees in front of Leroy.”

The color left Emily’s face upon hearing that. “I don’t know what you are thinking, but I just dropped something on the floor.”

“You see, that’s not all I saw, Mrs. B. I could also see Leroy’s shorts around his ankles.”

“I’m sure you must have been mistaken, Derek. Now, I want you to leave my house,” Emily said in an assertive-sounding voice.

“No, Mrs. B, I wasn’t mistaken. I know what I saw. You were on your knees in front of Leroy, and I think you were sucking his cock.”

“Derek! You can’t say things like that to a lady. Please leave my house now.”

“No, I don’t think I want to leave right now. I was thinking, what would Mr. B say if he knew you were blowing Leroy?”

“I was not doing that. I can promise you.”

“Listen, I’m not asking for anything more than Leroy got. I just want you to suck my cock.”

I could see Emily’s face drop at that request. She now had to do what he asked. I could see her searching for options for a few seconds before she said, “I thought you had a girlfriend.”

“I broke up with her.”

“Oh no, why?” Emily asked in a brilliant stroke of genius, trying to get him to talk instead of focusing on what he just requested.

“She cheated on me.”

Aw, I’m so sorry. Who did she cheat with?” Emily continued the distraction.

“Carlos from work.”

“Oh, that’s terrible. How did you find out?”

“Forget about that. Are you going to suck my cock or not?”

Emily had put up a valiant effort, but Derek was not to be deterred.

“Yes, sir,” Emily said before she lowered herself to her knees in front of Derek. Her hands were shaking as she reached for his shorts. Just before she touched his shorts, she stopped.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone about this, or what you saw on Monday. Do you promise?”

“Oh shit. You’re going to do it?” Derek asked in shock.

“Do you promise?”

“Fuck yeah. I promise,” Derek said as he lowered his shorts himself.

He had his back to the camera so that I couldn’t see his cock, but it had to be right in front of Emily’s face. She started to suck his cock as if it was completely natural for a housewife to be on her knees in her kitchen sucking a 19-year-old’s cock.

“Wait,” Derek said almost as soon as she began. Emily pulled back and looked up at him with a questioning look. “Take off your clothes first,” Derek answered her question.

With a look of despair, Emily stood back up in front of this kid she completely hated. She reached behind her to lower the zipper of her summer dress.

“Here, let me get that,” Derek said as he stepped behind her to get the zipper. It gave me the first chance to see his cock. I was relieved to say the least. Derek’s cock was no longer than mine and just as thin. He quickly unzipped the dress before lowering it off my wife’s shoulders and allowing it to pool at her feet.

“No panties, Mrs. B?” Derek asked as his hands instinctively went to her ass to give it a rub before they traveled up her back to unfasten her bra. He came around to face her again before he removed the bra from her breasts. I think he wanted to see them revealed for the first time. He then spent at least a minute molesting her breasts before he urged her back to her knees in front of him.

Once kneeling, Emily’s face again went against his crotch as she started sucking him off. He tried in vain to fuck her, but it just isn’t the same with a tiny cock. There was no gagging or coughing as there had been when Butch did the same thing. Derek seemed oblivious to the ridiculousness of his actions.

“How about you bend your ass over the table for me?”

“Do you have a condom?” Emily asked, removing his tiny cock from her mouth. I was so proud of her, but wondered where that sentiment had been with Leroy.

“No, but I’m clean.”

“No condom, no sex.”

“Fine, but I’m finishing in your mouth slut.”

I saw Emily flinch at being called a slut by someone she obviously hated, but she dutifully took his cock in her mouth again. Her continued degradation only lasted about 5 minutes total before he announced he was cumming. Granting his wish, Emily kept sucking until he pulled his cock from her mouth.

“Wow! That was awesome. We’ll have to make this a regular thing. See you next time, Mrs. B,” Derek said as he pulled his shorts up and made his way out the door.

As soon as he was out the door, Emily went to the door and locked it behind him. She slowly put her clothes back on, looking sullen. I wanted to call to console her, but I was afraid. I was afraid I would somehow reveal that I knew more than I should. I was even more afraid that she would blame me for putting her through this ordeal and take it out on me. After she was dressed, she left the room.

I couldn’t believe how quickly this was getting out of hand. Two of our son’s bullies had gotten my wife to suck their cocks within three days. I wish there were something I could do to put an end to this ordeal for Emily, but she is such a rule follower that I knew she wouldn’t even consider bending the rules to avoid this punishment.

Right on time that afternoon, I received a notification that Leroy’s truck had entered our driveway. As soon as Stuart, Derek, and Tommy were in the basement, Leroy was all over my wife, taking her in his arms and giving her a full-mouth kiss, which she reciprocated, kissing him back for a few moments before disengaging and stepping back from his embrace.

“Leroy, we can’t do anything like that with the other boys here.”

Leroy put the chair under the door handle, just as he had done on Monday, before saying, “There; now we have privacy.”

“No, that’s not enough. I’m sorry.”

“Just suck my cock really quick. No one will know.”

“Shhh. Keep your voice down,” Emily chided before starting to speak in a whisper that the microphone of the camera didn’t pick up. They whispered for several minutes before the chair was removed from the door, and Leroy took his usual seat at the table.

The conversation then devolved into inane discussions of Leroy’s high school and work drama, so I stopped watching.

Upon arriving home, I was able to pull directly into the garage. Apparently, my wife fucking Leroy, had put her in his good graces again. I braced myself for seeing the arrogant punk for the first time since he had fucked my wife and she had told him it was the best sex she had ever had. The kid paid me no respect before; I imagined things would be worse from here on out.

As I walked into the house, Leroy and Emily stopped their conversation to look at me. Emily looked more pleased to see me than she had the entire week, while Leroy was sporting what I would call a shit eating grin.

Looking back, I’m sure there was no meaning in the smile, but at the time, I read so much more into it. That smile said, I’ve fucked your wife. I fucked her better than you ever have. I know I fucked her better than you ever have because she told me so. I’m still in my teens and already more of a man than you ever will be.

As I contemplated what that smile was telling me, Emily broke the silence.

“Aren’t you going to thank Leroy?”

“Huh?” I asked, stupefied. My first thought was that she wanted me to thank him for fucking her so well yesterday.

“He didn’t block the garage today. Aren’t you going to thank him?” Emily said.

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Thanks, Leroy,” I stumbled out.

“It wasn’t any big deal. Besides, Mrs. B has already done plenty of thanking on your behalf,” Leroy said.

I looked at Emily, knowing exactly what his implication meant, but she had no idea what I knew. She turned instantly red and then turned to the sink. In the next moment, Leroy called his minions from the basement, and they were heading out the door. I just let the whole incident drop because it was a conversation I was less interested in having than Emily was.

After dinner, Emily and I cleaned the kitchen while Stuart was in his room doing homework before his religious education class, which we referred to as RE.

“I need you to run some errands for me tonight after you drop Stuart off at church.”

“What kind of errands?”

“Just some groceries and things I need you to get. I don’t like going out with all these rules Butch has for me. The list is on the fridge.”

This was ridiculous. She knew how much I hated shopping in the evening crowds.

“I’ll get up early and do it.”

“No, I need you to go tonight.”

“What’s the difference between tonight and early tomorrow morning? You’re not going to cook anything tonight anyway.”

“John. I just need you to go tonight,” Emily said, sounding exasperated.

“I just don’t see what the difference is.”

“Someone’s coming over tonight, and you probably shouldn’t be here.”

I was stunned for a few moments as the implications of what she had just said sank in.

“Someone? As in a man?”

“Yes. A man. And if you don’t want to have to tell him you like to watch, you probably shouldn’t come home until after picking Stuart up. OK?”

I was at a loss for words for several more moments. Emily had planned with someone to come over and have sex with her. I immediately thought of the whispers with Leroy in the kitchen earlier, but it could be anyone.

“Who?”

“You know I can’t answer that.”

“Maybe you could take Stuart to RE, and I could stay home and stop the whole thing?”

“We’re not supposed to change our routine. Now you’d better get going or you’re going to be late.”

I could hear Stuart walking down the hall and knew the conversation was over. I was leaving Emily alone so another man could have his way with her. Having foreknowledge was vastly different from watching it after the act or during. This was the first time I was leaving the house knowing my wife was going to be with another man.

My heart was racing. I could feel sweat in my palms and running down my back. As Stuart entered the kitchen, ready to leave, I felt like I was close to fainting. Somehow, I managed to get out the door and drive to the church without causing an accident, as my mind was nowhere near being in the moment. I was expecting my phone to vibrate, letting me know there was a motion in the driveway, but it never came.

After dropping Stuart off, I found a private parking spot where I could check my phone. I opened the live video feed from all the cameras. There was no motion anywhere in the house. The only light on seemed to be in the master bedroom. There was no car, or more importantly, no Leroy’s truck in the driveway.

I brought up the live feed from the kitchen camera to listen for sounds in the house. I heard nothing. Finally, I decided to go backwards to the point Stuart, and I left the house. Emily almost ran from the kitchen toward our bedroom, where I lost sight of her.

The camera in our bedroom points at the jewelry box on the dresser, capturing nothing of importance to me. The information I could glean was when the light went on and a shadow of Emily as she walked into the room. I had all eight cameras playing what had been recorded. All the tiny screens were black except for the bedroom and kitchen.

After a minute, there was motion in the living room. It was quick, so I had to rewind to see what it was. Selecting just the living room camera brought it to full size. I scrolled back 30 seconds and watched as Emily walked by the camera, completely naked, toward the front door.

My mind was racing as I tried to imagine who could come by without a car. Randy immediately jumped into my head, but I had to be sure.

I continued watching the living room until Emily and a man walked through again. All I could see was about a second of them passing through the camera’s frame. I could see from about the chest down. They were positioned next to each other, with Emily situated between the camera and her companion. The only thing I was certain of was that the man was skinnier than Randy, but I couldn’t glean anything else from the snip I saw.

I switched back to the overview of all eight cameras to see where they might have gone. As I suspected, they went straight to the master bedroom. So, my wife was going to have sex with another man in our marital bed. I needed to know who was with my wife.

I quickly drove towards my house, unsure what my plan might be. I have motion-sensing lights in the backyard. There was a chance they were off, but it wasn’t a chance I could take. This meant I couldn’t attempt to look in the windows, but I hoped I might be able to figure out who was there another way.

As I drove by my house, there was no evidence of anything happening. It was only after I turned the corner to round the block that I saw it. Leroy’s truck was parked on a side street about a block from our house.

I was insane with jealousy. This liaison had been planned during their afternoon whisper session with Emily, who served as a co-conspirator. Then, my loving wife quickly stripped after I had left so she could answer the door in the nude for her teen lover. Technically, she was following the rules, but she seemed to be using this agreement as an opportunity to have sex with this kid. I was determined to confront her when I got home.

I gave Emily the silent treatment until bedtime. Emily noticed.

“Are you mad at me for something?”

“A little, yes. I drove by the house earlier and saw Leroy’s truck parked around the corner.”

“OK? And?”

“Leroy was here, wasn’t he?”

“John, I’m not allowed to tell you about these things. Why would you be mad at me if Leroy were here?”

“Well, you know how I feel about that kid.”

“And you know the rules I have to follow. You know I must follow those rules because you lied about having taken a pill last Saturday. I guess if we go further back, you lied about even having to take the pills to begin with, considering how you kept it up watching Butch and me. Hell, you even got hard watching Randy Jensen fingering me. If anyone should be mad here, it should be me, don’t you think?”

“Umm. I guess, but you could have gotten out of doing anything with Leroy tonight if you had just told him I wasn’t going to run the errands for you.”

“You just think it’s that simple? You know what would have been simple? If you hadn’t lied about taking a pill last week. Then, I wouldn’t have looked like an idiot in front of Butch on Saturday. It would have been simple if you didn’t get more turned on watching that disgusting pig molest me than when you and I make love.” Emily said.

“It’s not like I was the only one getting turned on,” I said, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth.

“What did you just say!?!”

“Never mind. I’m sorry.”

“You know, I never claimed to have a medical reason for not being able to get turned on. You see the difference, right?”

“Yes, I’m sorry I brought it up,” I said, hoping I had defused the situation.

“No, go ahead. I want to hear how this is all my fault,” Emily said with contempt in her voice.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have told you I took a pill last week. It’s all my fault,” I said, realizing my accusatory tone had gotten me nowhere. I hoped begging forgiveness would get me further. “I’m just so confused about this whole thing.”

“I’m not confused at all. I’ve been reading all about this cuckold thing. It’s not as uncommon as I had thought. Many men become aroused by watching their wives with other men. It’s not usually disgusting guys like Butch and Randy that turn the husbands on, but at least you’re not as much of a freak as I was worried you were.”

“I’m not willing to concede that I get turned on watching you with other men.”

“John, please don’t insult my intelligence.”

“OK. I’m sorry. I need to know. Did you have sex with him?”

“You know I can’t tell you anything about what happened tonight, but Butch didn’t say anything about finding evidence,” Emily said as she removed her dress, leaving herself naked.

Evidence was everywhere on her exposed body. Her breasts were flushed from abuse. Her pubic mound was matted with cum. There was dried cum halfway down her thighs. Her pussy lips were distended and swollen, hanging visibly below her cleft.

“Jesus, how many times did you do it?” I asked in shock.

Emily didn’t say a word as she pulled some bed sheets out of the hamper before spreading them across the bed, revealing three wet spots on them. She then lay down in the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide, giving me a clear view of her gaping vagina, which was still wet, presumably with her juices and Leroy’s cum.

My cock was painfully pressing against the confines of the cage as I stared at Emily’s freshly fucked pussy.

“Is this turning you on? Does it hurt?” Emily asked, not sounding concerned at all about my condition.

“Umm, no,” I said, lying.

“John, we have to be honest with each other from now on. I’ll ask again; does this turn you on?” Emily asked in a firm tone.

“Yes,” I admitted reluctantly.

“That’s good. Thank you for being honest. Does it hurt you, you know, down there?” Emily asked while pointing at my crotch.

“A little, but I’m getting used to it now.”

“You know, Butch said you could eat me out if there were cum in there. Take off your clothes and join me in bed.”

I know I had eaten Butch’s cum out of my wife’s pussy in this very bed four days earlier, but Emily seemed to be relishing in having me clean her up. The idea of licking Leroy’s cum out of my wife’s pussy was more repulsive to me than eating Butch’s. Probably because he is such an arrogant little punk, but it was another opportunity to be intimate with my wife, so I reluctantly accepted her invitation to eat his cum out of her pussy.

After we had kissed for a few minutes, Emily grasped my head in both of her hands, pushing it towards her breasts. This was so out of character for my wife. She usually hates it when I suck on her breasts. I was ecstatic as I licked my way towards her huge breasts.

I started tasting the salty residue of dried cum I hadn’t noticed before. Leroy must have cum on her breasts, too. Emily guided my tongue around her breasts. After a while, it was obvious she was directing me to lick every bit of Leroy’s dried cum on her breasts.

“Mmmm. It feels good. Keep going,” Emily said.

After I had licked and sucked nearly every inch of her breasts, she started pushing my head down toward her crotch.

“This is nice. Now, get to work. I want my husband to give me another orgasm,” Emily said.

After a few minutes of licking above her pussy, Emily finally pushed me down between her legs, where there was dried cum all around her pussy, but her pussy was so wet, there was juice running down onto the sheets. My wife had never been this turned on with me, so I continued licking away.

She moaned loudly as my tongue found the sensitive area between her thighs and her slit. The cum around her slit was thick. It took two or three licks in some places before I was licking my wife’s bare skin. I was still disgusted by the idea that I was tasting the cum of the asshole kid, but Emily’s sighs of pleasure more than made up for my disgust.

After sufficiently teasing her outer folds, I made my way to her clit and hole, alternating between them. Emily was thrashing and pulling my head into her as an orgasm approached.

“Put your tongue inside. Lap it all up!” Emily moaned.

‘What did she just say?’ I thought. ‘Lap it up?’ as in lap up Leroy’s cum from her pussy. Is that what she wanted? Was this my punishment for getting us into this? Was that the reason she was so excited? Her domineering behavior in the bedroom was turning me on immensely, causing my cock to swell painfully in the cage.

I decided to ignore the comment and just focus on making her cum. I did follow her directions and started driving my tongue deep into her pussy while I slurped at the liquid flowing from her. She started to hump my tongue as her moans and gasps became more urgent. When her orgasm started, she pulled my head tightly against her crotch, nearly suffocating me. It was nearly as big an orgasm as I had given her while she was high on ecstasy, and I reveled in the fact that I could still please her so much.

“Oh wow! That was awesome, honey,” Emily said as she released my head. “I wish I could do something for you.”

“Me too,” I said as I became aware of the swelling pain in my cock. I sat up to give the cage a little more space than it had with me lying on my stomach.

“Did you cum?” Emily asked as she gestured to where I had been lying.

Sure enough, there was a wet spot there, but I know I hadn’t cum because I still felt the pain of not being able to get hard.

“Umm, no,” I said, genuinely confused by the wet spot under me.

“Let me see,” Emily said as she touched the wet spot and brought it to her nose. “This is cum,” She announced before touching my cage, which was also coated in the stuff.

“I swear, I didn’t cum,” I announced, suddenly realizing that the blue ball pain I had been suffering with for the last couple of days had subsided slightly. I thought maybe I had cum, but knew I hadn’t felt the pleasure of full release. She came to the same conclusion as I did at that point.

“Maybe it’s pre-cum. Has this happened before?”

“No, never.”

“Well, I’m glad this turned you on as much as it turned me on,” Emily said as she surveyed her body. I looked as well. There was scant evidence of cum left above her thighs. She casually reached her hand down to her thighs, where there were still copious amounts of dried cum. She flaked some off with her fingernail. She brought it up to examine it before holding it up to my mouth.

I’m sure you’re judging me as a wimp cuckold right about now, and maybe I am, but you must understand my state of mind at that moment. I had already licked up a great deal of cum, so a little more wasn’t going to kill me. You must also understand that by this point, Emily had been giving me the cold shoulder all week. I was just looking to get us back to being the loving couple we had been before all of this happened.

So, don’t judge me when I tell you; I opened my mouth and let Emily place the dried cum on my tongue, where it melted in my saliva before I swallowed it down. Emily looked down at my crotch as she was reaching for another flake of cum.

“Oh, baby! You’re leaking cum again. I think we have found what turns you on the most,” she said before feeding me another flake of Leroy’s cum. The unfortunate thing is she thought that eating cum was what was turning me on, so much when it was actually my utter humiliation of my wife feeding me the cum of someone I despise that was somehow turning me on. Neither of these two things seemed like something a normal man would be turned on by, but apparently, I’m not normal. She then alternated between feeding me my own cum and Leroy’s cum until all the cum was gone. On a positive note, she let me spoon her all night long.

Thursday morning, Emily seemed to be back to her old self. She was chipper and loving with me all morning. Then, she kissed me deeply before I left for work. I dare say, things were better than they had been before this had all begun.

To Be Continued…

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