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Part 5…

When Leroy’s truck triggered the motion alarm on my phone that afternoon, I considered just ignoring it because Emily didn’t owe Leroy any wishes for a couple of days after having sex with him two days in a row. The problem was, I didn’t trust that kid.

As soon as Emily had passed out snacks and the other boys had left the room, Leroy tried to kiss Emily, but she pushed him away before he could get close.

“Stop it. You know that’s not allowed,” Emily said in a hushed tone.

“I know. I know. We’re still on for tonight, though, right?”

“Shhh. Keep your voice down,” Emily continued in her hushed tone before walking close to the table and whispering something I couldn’t hear.

This whispering was driving me crazy. What could he possibly have meant by ‘ready for tonight’? I checked our family calendar on the computer, and she didn’t have anything scheduled. I continued to listen closely for any more hints of what might be on the agenda for tonight, but nothing was revealed before I had to head home.

Leroy and his friends were walking out to Leroy’s truck when I got out of my car. I was standing face to face in my driveway with the teenager who had fucked my wife, not once, but three times, in my marital bed, the previous night. I knew Emily had told him he had fucked her better than I ever had.

I couldn’t bring myself to even look at them as they approached me. Just as I was passing by them with my head down, Leroy lurched as if he was going to hit me. It’s an intimidation tactic bullies have been using for centuries, which is intended to make the victim flinch. It’s only natural for someone to flinch when a taller, stronger man suddenly encroaches on their space. As though the flinch wasn’t humiliating enough, I also squeaked like a mouse as I dropped the papers I was holding under my arms.

All three of them broke into laughter as they strode to Leroy’s truck while one of them mocked the squeak noise I made. I, meanwhile, bent to pick up the papers he had caused me to drop. I was out of sorts all night after the start Leroy had given me. I was also on edge, wondering what Emily and he had been talking about for ‘tonight’.

After expecting Emily to tell me she had to go somewhere all night, I was delightfully surprised as the night progressed, and she hadn’t mentioned anything about leaving the house. Stuart went to bed at 8:00, and still, there was no mention of anything about leaving. I was relaxed when we entered the bedroom to get ready for bed at 9:30.

I came out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth to see Emily dressed in a red summer dress. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, as her nipples were standing erect. I stared at her in disbelief. She had managed to surprise me after all.

“Do I look good?”

“You look gorgeous,” I stammered out.

“Thanks, sweetie. I will be leaving in a few minutes, but I will give you plenty of clues, so you’ll know most of what is going on.”

“Where are you going?” I asked. “And with whom?” I threw in so that she wouldn’t suspect I already knew it was Leroy.

“You know I can’t tell you anything but, like I said, there will be clues for you.”

“Do you have to go?”

“Actually, no, but I want to,” Emily said blatantly admitting that she didn’t owe Leroy any wishes today.

“What is that supposed to mean!?” I asked, starting to get angry.

“I can’t give you details. I can tell you that you are supposed to be sleeping when I leave, so try not to show yourself in the window because I know you’ll be watching,” Emily said as she strolled out of the room.

“Wait. He’s picking you up in front of our house?” I asked as I chased after her, wearing only my boxers.

“I never said it was a HE, but yes, HE is picking me up. It’s almost 10:00 at night. I don’t think the neighbors will notice anything. Besides, it’s better than my van being parked in front of his house for hours.”

“Hours? How many hours?” I asked as she pushed me behind the door so she could open it without me being seen.

“Just a few. Remember, you’re asleep. Don’t get noticed,” Emily said as she closed the door and was gone.

I took heed of her words. The light was on in the foyer, so I made my way to the powder room that overlooked the front door. It was dark enough in there to look out the window without being observed from the outside.

Sure enough, Emily was getting into the passenger side of Leroy’s truck. The tinted windows didn’t allow me to see into the truck, but it stayed in place for about two minutes before it finally pulled away. I pictured Leroy kissing Emily hello, and it quickly turned into a make-out session. I prayed none of our neighbors noticed my wife getting into that punk’s truck wearing that slutty dress with no bra. If anyone had seen what she was wearing, they would not have doubted what was about to happen.

I was rooted in place, unable to even think for what felt like minutes, with my cock swelling uncomfortably in the cage. Finally, I decided I had to know where he had taken my wife. I feared that he would take her somewhere public, and she would be seen with him. I knew she wouldn’t allow that, but I would never have believed she would voluntarily go out with the boy who just two weeks ago had been relentlessly bullying our son.

As I was imagining him taking Emily out to a restaurant where he could show off his conquest, I had an even worse thought. What if he took Emily to Butch’s house? What if Butch was there? What if they shared my wife? What if Butch had told Leroy about the bet, and that’s why he asked for that kiss on Monday?

I had to know. I quickly threw on my clothes, left a note for Stuart in the remote chance that he woke up, and then headed over to Butch’s house in my car. It had been about 20 minutes since they left, but Leroy’s truck wasn’t parked in front of Butch’s house. That was both good and bad. At least it probably hadn’t been a conspiracy, but now I had no idea where he could have taken her. The obvious answer was to his mom’s place – hadn’t Butch said he stayed with his mom? It didn’t matter; I had no idea where Leroy’s mom lived, or even who Leroy’s mom was.

Then it hit me. We had location sharing on our phones. I pulled up the location tracker and quickly found Emily’s location. She was at home. ‘Oh shit!’ I thought. Had he brought her home already? Were they both there? I quickly drove back home.

His truck wasn’t there, but that didn’t mean much since I knew he would likely park around the block now. I quietly entered the house but didn’t hear anything. I made my way back to our bedroom, knowing that with how soundproof our house was, she could be screaming in the throes of an orgasm and I wouldn’t hear a peep out in the front of the house.

The bedroom was empty. That’s when it hit me. She wasn’t carrying anything when she left the house, and the dress didn’t have any pockets. Her phone had to be somewhere around here. I quickly searched for it and found it ten minutes later in the front room. She had said she would leave clues for me; perhaps this was one of the clues. I knew her password, so I entered it. I quickly scanned her text messages for anything from Leroy and found nothing from him. There were lots of messages from her friends and me, but nothing from Leroy. I guess she had just forgotten her phone at home, or maybe she didn’t want me to track her location.

She had been gone for a little over an hour, and I was at a loss for what to do. I couldn’t go to bed because sleep would be impossible. I couldn’t watch TV or turn on any lights because I didn’t want Leroy to know I was awake when he brought Emily home. The only thing I could do was to wait in the powder room staring out the little window, waiting for my wife to return from her date with that punk kid.

It was a little over an hour later when Leroy’s truck pulled in front of our house. Emily emerged from the passenger side as Leroy was emerging from the driver’s side. They walked hand in hand up to the front door. ‘Was she crazy?’ I thought, quickly glancing at all the neighbors’ houses, hoping no one was looking out their windows to see my wife coming home from her date, hand in hand with a man who obviously wasn’t her husband, with me being skinny and average height, and Leroy being tall and muscular.

I was about to emerge from the bathroom to greet Emily when I heard her voice as she opened the front door.

“Come on in. I don’t want my neighbors to see me kiss you goodnight on the front step.”

I slipped behind the door of the powder room, desperately hoping Leroy wouldn’t need to pee. The foyer where they were standing was not in my view, but I could hear the distinct sound of passionate kissing. Emily was moaning deeply into the kiss as it continued for almost five minutes.

“Leroy! What are you doing?”

“Getting ready for round 3.”

“What? No way! My husband and Stuart are sleeping just down the hall.”

“Then you better keep it down, Mrs. B.”

“Leroy! Stop it!” Emily chided in a hushed tone. She knew there was no way people sleeping in the back bedrooms could hear anything happening in the front parlor. We had to have a second doorbell installed in the back hallway so we could hear when someone was at the front door, even if we were in the bedroom, because the back bedrooms were an addition to the house, leaving an exterior wall between them and the front rooms.

There was a period of silence, and I wanted to peek to see what was happening, but fear of being spotted kept me hiding behind the door.

“Oh, Leroy, you’re so bad. That feels so good.” This was followed by another long period of silence.

“Remember, it’s master Mrs. B.”

“Ohhh, master. It feels so fucking good.”

The next sound I heard after a few minutes of silence was a long sigh from Leroy. This was followed by smacking sounds I recognized as Emily sucking Leroy’s cock. “You’re so good at that, Mrs. B”.

“Master, please let me finish you with my mouth,” Emily said after about five minutes of furiously sucking Leroy’s cock.

“I’m going to take that pussy again.”

“My pussy can’t take any more, master.”

“Your pussy did just fine taking it 3 times yesterday and Tuesday,” Leroy said, confirming that he had fucked Emily two days in a row, meaning Emily didn’t owe him any wishes tonight, yet she had essentially gone on a date with him. To say I was pissed wouldn’t do justice to the way I felt at that point.

“Bend over the couch, maybe the cushions will muffle your screams, so stubby hubby doesn’t wake his wimpy ass up,” Leroy said before I heard a series of muffled whimpers from Emily and the slapping of his crotch against my wife’s butt cheeks.

I felt my cock straining against the cage in my shorts worse than it had been thus far as I listened to Emily screaming into a pillow as Leroy fucked her. I could glimpse snippets of the action through the slit between the door and the frame of Leroy’s frenetic pace, hammering my wife from behind. The punk was fingering her ass while he pounded her pussy with his cock.

The muffled squeals and moans coming from Emily made it clear that she was enjoying everything he was doing. If not for the couch cushions muffling Emily’s screams, I am certain she would have woken the neighbors.

I stood motionless behind the bathroom door for fifteen minutes with aching cock and balls while Leroy railed my wife on the couch ten feet away from me. I guess this explains why I celebrated internally when his pace quickened, signally his impending orgasm. He held Emily’s hips tightly against his crotch as he shot his load deep inside of her. They stayed in that position for a couple of minutes before he pulled his slimy cock from my wife’s pussy.

As soon as his cock was out of her, Emily turned around, got down on her knees, and took his wet cock into her mouth. He didn’t ask her to do anything; she just voluntarily got on her knees and started cleaning his cock with her mouth.

“You are turning into a very bad girl, Mrs. B. Are you going to go to bed and kiss your husband with that taste in your mouth?”

“He’ll never know,” Emily said with a smile.

“Stewie’s taking the bus to grandma’s tomorrow, right?”

“Yep.”

“Great. I’ll be here right after school.”

“I can’t wait for more of this,” Emily said as she kissed the head of his cock before milking the last of his cum into her mouth. “Make sure you park down the street again and come around back. We can’t have the neighbors spreading rumors.”

“I want you to answer the door naked again,” Leroy said as he pulled up his shorts and started heading for the door. “Oh, and don’t forget to snap me later,” He finished before leaving.

Snapchat! Why didn’t I think to check Emily’s Snapchat earlier? Of course, a kid nowadays wouldn’t be texting. I would definitely check Snapchat the next time I get my hands on Emily’s phone.

As soon as I heard his truck fire up and pull away, I walked out of the bathroom, surprising Emily.

“Oh, my goodness, John! You scared me!” She shrieked before composing herself. “Did you watch us?”

“Yes, I watched,” I answered, still numb from the experience of watching her enjoy herself so thoroughly with a boy that I despised.

“Oh, that’s so great!” Emily exclaimed.

“Huh?” I asked, flummoxed by her excitement. I was expecting her to show some remorse and ask for forgiveness, not to be enthusiastic about it.

“Now you don’t have to guess what happened tonight because you were there to watch, and it looks like you liked it a lot,” Emily said as she glanced at my crotch.

I looked down to see that my pre-cum had soaked completely through my underwear and shorts. Yes, my cock had been painfully filling the cock cage, but I hadn’t imagined I would have produced this much cum. There was no point in trying to deny her accusation that I enjoyed the show. I decided to focus on the incriminating revelations I had just witnessed.

“Um, yeah, I guess so, but it sounded like you were giving him more than three wishes. And…and was this the third day in a row you had sex with him?” I said, trying to shift the focus away from my cum stained shorts.

“Let’s go to bed,” Emily said as she picked her phone up and started heading down the hallway toward the back of the house before continuing. “Leroy is a special case; he kind of reminds me of Trent from high school. I told you about him, remember?”

“Yes,” I said, recalling that Trent was her high school crush. What I knew was that he never gave her a second look, but she was obsessed with him. She had been an awkward, obese, redheaded teenager with acne and glasses, so it made sense that a guy who looked like Leroy would not be interested in her. That was almost 20 years and 120 pounds ago, and Leroy was noticing the new and improved 35-year-old Emily.

“Leroy makes me feel like I’m back in high school again. It’s so exciting sneaking around with him. I can’t really explain it to you, but I need this right now after what I’ve been through recently.” Emily said as we arrived in our bedroom, where she closed the door behind me.

I knew she was referring to Derek forcing her to give him a blowjob and making her swallow. I understood how degrading that had to be, but why Leroy, of all people?

“Now get undressed and let’s have some fun of our own.”

“I wish,” I said as I gestured at the cage with my hand.

“It was fun for you last night when you licked me clean. I want you to do it again. Now, get undressed. I want to see it leaking for me again,” Emily said, referring to the pre-cum that had leaked the previous night while I was licking Leroy’s dried cum from her body.

“I don’t know, honey, it seems weird. I don’t even see any cum on you,” I said, hoping to put an end to this idea.

“You know where it is, and it’s nice and fresh tonight. Now get undressed and get on the bed before it all drips out of me.”

Arguing seemed futile and likely to end with Emily angry at me, so I stripped off my clothes and lay on the bed. Emily unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. I was shocked at what I saw. My wife’s red pubic hair was all gone. She was shaved completely clean.

“You like? Leroy said he likes it better this way,” Emily said as she joined me on the bed, quickly straddling my head. She hovered over me for a second, giving me a clear view of her gaping, swollen pussy with Leroy’s cum already beginning to flow down her thighs. I only had a second to take in the view before her pussy was pressed against my lips.

“Come on, baby. Lick it all up. I want you to give me the last orgasm of the night.”

I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue directly into Emily’s messy pussy. The taste is often described as salty, but I would describe it as tangy with a bitter aftertaste. Emily began moaning and grinding her pussy against my mouth the moment my tongue entered her.

“That’s it, baby, get all of that cum out of me. It feels so good.”

I licked at her pussy with renewed fervor, trying to elicit an orgasm from her as quickly as possible. Her orgasm did not happen quickly, however. I lapped at her pussy for almost 30 minutes before she finally had a nice orgasm that seemed to release the last vestiges of Leroy’s cum from deep inside of her pussy. I felt a sense of accomplishment in giving my wife her last orgasm of the night, even if I had to eat three loads of Leroy’s cum to get it done.

“That was wonderful, honey. Now let’s get you cleaned up,” Emily said as she raised her bald pussy from my face. She kneeled on the bed next to me before scooping up the cum that had accumulated on my belly. It looked like it was as much as I would usually unload in a typical full ejaculation. You would think my balls would feel empty after releasing that much cum, but the familiar ache of blue balls was ever-present, since I had started wearing the cage.

As expected, Emily put her cum covered fingers to my lips. I obediently licked them clean and waited for her to scoop the rest of the cum up so I could eat my fourth load of cum that night. At least this one was my own cum and not Leroy’s. I noticed my cum had a much more bitter taste than Leroy’s and Butch’s cum had. I was apparently becoming a cum connoisseur.

“I’m so glad seeing me with Leroy got you excited tonight. I was worried that just gross slobs like Butch and Randy using me like some sort of slut was the only thing that would excite you. I love you so much,” Emily said as she fed me all the cum off my belly.

I wanted to contest what she had just said. Of course, I didn’t like seeing my wife have sex with that hooligan. Unfortunately, there was so much evidence to the contrary that I didn’t argue; besides, I didn’t want to do anything to change her cheery mood.

“It’s too bad you have to work tomorrow, or you could watch us again.”

I felt my cock twitch in the cage when she said that. I couldn’t believe how candid she was being and how excited I was getting to hear her talk about sex with that cocky teenager. I realized I wanted to watch them again.

“Maybe you could set your phone up, and I could watch from work?” I asked, sounding more pitiful than I expected.

“Oh, that wouldn’t be fair to Leroy. If you want, I can call you on speakerphone while he’s here, and you can ask his permission to watch.”

My cock surged painfully at the thought of asking Leroy for permission to watch him fuck my wife in our marital bed. I tried my hardest to keep from groaning in pain to prevent Emily from noticing my arousal, but my silence wasn’t enough.

“I see you would like to ask him,” Emily continued as she looked at my cage. I looked down to see fresh cum seeping out of the tip of the cage. “I’ll FaceTime you when he gets here tomorrow, and you can tell him you want to watch us. What do you think he’ll say?”

She was staring at my caged cock as cum boiled from the tip in a constant flow as she tormented me.

“Please stop.”

She silenced me by gathering the cum that had collected on my belly and bringing it to my mouth. “He doesn’t have much respect for you now. Can you imagine what he would think of you once you ask him to let you watch us?” Emily said as she continued to feed me the cum that kept flowing from my cage.

“I can’t believe this is turning you on as much as licking me clean. Would you really want to ask Leroy to let you watch him us?” Emily asked, finally giving me a chance to speak.

“God no. Never,” I said, trying to sound more assertive than I felt.

“Are you sure? I’ve never seen you leak this much cum before. It looks like your wee-wee is completely out of space in there. The idea of it seems to turn you on a lot.”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“So, you don’t want to ask him, but it turns you on imagining it?”

What could I say? Cum was still leaking from my cage at an alarming rate. Since she had stopped feeding it to me, the pool on my belly had accumulated so much that it was beginning to flow down onto the sheets of the bed. The evidence was clear. Her teasing had turned me on immensely. The worst part of it was that I knew she was right. The idea of asking Leroy for permission to let me watch him fuck my wife, although repugnant and humiliating, was also very stimulating.

“Yes,” I croaked.

“Why?”

“It’s hard to explain. It would be so humiliating to have to ask that punk for something so embarrassing, but that is what turns me on. I know I could never do it, though. I would probably faint before I even got the words out.”

“So, the idea of being humiliated turns you on?”

“It would seem so.”

“Is that why licking Leroy’s cum out of me turns you on so much, because it’s humiliating?”

“Yes, it’s about the most humiliating thing I can imagine. Well, except for asking him to let me watch.”

“It’s better than what I thought. I was worried you might be turning gay or something.”

“No. Don’t ever think that. It’s just the humiliation aspect that turns me on for some reason.”

“Well, that’s actually a relief.”

I felt like we were in a good place. A strange place, but a good one, so I ventured to explore my curiosity about something Leroy had said.

“Leroy told you to snap him later. Do you snap often? Can I see them?”

“Not too often. Well, he snaps a lot, but I mostly just reply to his snaps.”

“Can I see?”

“There isn’t much to see. They disappear after 24 hours. There is the one I sent tonight. I bet you’ll find that one humiliating, so you’ll probably like it,” Emily said with an evil grin as she grabbed her phone off the nightstand and started swiping.

“You sent one tonight?”

“Yes, just a little while ago.”

“Huh? When?”

“Here,” she said, handing me her phone.

There was a picture looking down at her naked chest and newly shaven pussy. Under her pussy was my mouth, obviously eating her out. My undefined, pasty white chest was on full display, but her body obscured the top of my head. The caption said ‘Midnight snack for hubby #clueless’

“Why? Why did you send this to him?”

“He asked when the last time was you made me cum. I told him that you gave me a nice orgasm last night with your mouth. It was only after he asked if you had tasted anything strange that I realized my mistake. I told him you didn’t notice a thing. He was adamant that he wanted me to make you lick me again tonight and that he wanted a picture. I think that’s why he wanted to do it again in the front room. He wanted to make sure I had fresh cum in there.”

“Shit, honey. He’s going to think I know what’s going on. There was so much cum in you, how could I be clueless?”

“I don’t know, sweetie, but as far as he’s concerned, you’re completely clueless that you have a slut wife.”

“Oh! Wow!”

“Looks like it was nice and humiliating for you though,” Emily said as she looked at the fresh flow of cum flowing from my cock cage.

“What if he shows that to his friends?”

“He can’t. I have it set up so he can only see it once, and he’s already looked at it and commented.”

“He commented? What did he say?”

She swiped and tapped her screen before turning it toward me. It said ‘Stubby Hubby the cum guzzler. Make sure he gets every drop.

“I really hate that kid more and more every day.”

“Don’t take it personally, honey. He’s just a little immature.”

“No, Em. He’s a bully. I don’t know why you can’t see that.”

“I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree. Now let’s get some sleep,” Emily said as she headed for the bathroom to get ready for bed. I tried to engage her in more conversation when she emerged from the bathroom, but she shut me down right away.

I didn’t sleep much that night. I started to worry about the revelations in bed that night. If Emily thought humiliation was my greatest turn on, I was afraid of what she might do with Leroy to humiliate me in the future. My biggest fear was to come home from work to find them together and having to tell him, ‘I like to watch.’ The thought of telling that punk kid that I wanted to watch him with my wife caused an instant swelling in my cock that made it too painful to sleep most of the night.

As I was getting dressed, Emily came into the bathroom. “You’ve been leaking so much lately, I’m afraid you’re going to have an embarrassing accident at work,” she said, grabbing a box of feminine pads from under the sink and handing me one of them. “Put this in your boxers over your cage, and hopefully it will catch everything.”

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, she was right; I was leaking constantly lately. I examined the pad. It was very thin and wouldn’t be noticeable through my slacks. It had three sticky strips that stuck to the inside of the boxers.

That morning at work, I got a notification of motion in the driveway. I quickly pulled my phone out to view the kitchen camera. As soon as Emily opened the door, Derek brushed past her into my kitchen.

“Hey, Mrs B, look what I brought,” Derek said as he whipped a strip of condoms out of his pocket and waved them in my stunned wife’s face.

“Derek? What are you doing here? I thought you said you had Wednesday’s late arrival?” Emily said, sounding frantic.

“Mondays, Wednesdays, and Friday’s Mrs B,” Derek said as he put the condoms on the kitchen table. He then lowered his shorts and underwear. His diminutive cock was already hard at the thought of what he was going to do with my wife today. After pulling his t-shirt over his head, he looked at my visibly shocked wife, “What ya waiting for? Get those clothes off.”

Emily appeared ready to cry as she reached behind her to unzip her dress, allowing it to drop down her body and pool at her feet.

“Oooh, nice. You shaved it clean,” Derek said with a light whistle as he gawked at Emily’s freshly shaven pussy, before touching her slit with his index finger. Emily tried to ignore his exploring finger as her own fingers struggled with the clasps of her white bra. While she was struggling, Derek must have located Emily’s clit because she let out a little chirp of surprise.

As soon as her bra was removed, Derek began molesting her exposed breasts with his other hand. He began by weighing each of them in turn before turning his attention to her nipples.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” Emily said, signifying the point at which he started fingering her. This meant he had blown 1 of his wishes today. I was hopeful that he would kiss her and ask for a blow job, screwing up his ability to have sex with my wife.

After only about five minutes of this awkward teenage version of foreplay, Derek stopped his ministrations.

“Are you ready? Because I know I am.”

“Ready for what?”

“You know what. Hop up on that table and spread those legs,” Derek said as he removed one of the rubbers from the packaging and started sliding it onto his hard cock. Emily followed his instructions, setting herself on the edge of the kitchen table. She lay back and spread her legs widely, ready to be fucked by this asshole that I knew she hated.

He stepped forward and slipped his small dick into Emily’s pussy. Emily let out a moan as he entered her. As I watched him begin to fuck my wife, I realized why they don’t pick guys with small cocks for porn. The strokes he was taking were comically short. It wasn’t lost on me that my cock was a similar size to Derek’s, and with me being scrawny and balding, it would look even more comical if it were me fucking her instead of this muscular teenager.

Emily’s moans and squeals as Derek fucked her were very familiar to me. These were what I used to believe it sounded like when my wife had an orgasm, because these were the same sounds she always made when we had sex. It wasn’t until I witnessed her with Butch that I realized what an actual orgasm sounded like for my wife of 16 years. She was going to fake an orgasm with Derek in the same way she had for me countless times over the years.

Her fake panting and moaning worked on Derek just like they always worked on me. He was cumming in less than 5 minutes.

“Wow! That was awesome,” Derek said as he pulled his cum filled condom off his cock. “I want you to suck this clean,” He continued.

“Yes, master,” Emily said as she lowered herself down to her knees in front of him and started licking the cum from his cock.

“That’s right slut. I’m your master now.”

“See you Monday,” Derek said as he headed out the door.

Knowing Emily had a tryst planned with Leroy this afternoon meant my wife would be having sex with two out of three of our son’s bullies on the same day. I tried to imagine the nightmare this would have been had it been Butch and his buddies with my mom, and my cock stiffened instantly at the thought, so I pushed that thought away as quickly as I could. I just hoped Stuart would never learn any of this.

I busied myself with work the rest of the day to try to avoid any thoughts that might cause blood flow to my cock. The pain in my balls seemed to be getting worse with each attempted hard-on, even with all the cum I had excreted over the previous two nights. Even when blood wasn’t rushing to my cock, there was a dull pain all around my crotch that felt like a bad cramp.

I successfully avoided thinking about Emily and what she was likely getting up to with Leroy the entire afternoon by burying myself in a particularly tedious audit. On the way home, I received a call from Emily.

“Hi, honey. Just heading home now.”

She spoke in whispered tones when she said, “I only have a few minutes while he’s in the bathroom, so listen carefully.”

“Huh?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Just listen,” She whispered again. “He wants to watch you eat me out in person…”

“What? I interrupted.

“Shut up and listen,” she said in a harsh whisper that conveyed her annoyance with my interruptions. “He wants to watch you eat me out in person. He’s going to be hiding in the closet. So, you need to pretend to be clueless about everything.”

“I…I…can’t…in our closet?…I…” So many thoughts were exploding in my mind at once, I couldn’t focus on just one at a time.

“Stop talking. Yes, you can. Just come home. I’ll be in the bedroom waiting for you. Just come in and I’ll handle the rest. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer,” Emily said before I heard the beep of the line going dead.

I drove the rest of the way home with a sense of dread and a renewed ache in my groin as most of the blood in my body seemed to be trying to get into my trapped cock.

I was sweating as I entered the bedroom. Emily was naked in the middle of the bed on her back with her legs spread. Her ass was resting on a pillow, elevating her pelvis to keep all the cum inside of her. There was scant evidence of the sexual encounter I knew had occurred in my marital bed, starting about two hours prior to my arrival. There was a musky smell in the air, but it had recently been covered with an air freshener. Emily’s vagina was swollen and red, which could have been mistaken for normal arousal. The most obvious clue was the enlarged hole of her vagina that had been stretched by Leroy’s thick cock recently.

“Hi, baby. I’ve been thinking about the licking you gave me last night. I want you to do it again. Lie down on the bed and I’ll get on top again,” Emily said as soon as I entered the room.

I consciously tried not to look toward the closet as I lay down on the bed next to my wife. She quickly maneuvered herself to straddle my face. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see what was coming toward my face, but I couldn’t help myself. As her pussy descended towards my mouth, I could see white cum already beginning to leak out as soon as her pussy was pointed downwards. A drop fell out of her and landed on my cheek just before her pussy came to a rest over my mouth.

Knowing that punk kid was watching us gave me more than enough motivation to give Emily my best. I was determined to give her a better orgasm than she had had with him, or at least something that would show him that I could please my wife as well.

“Yeah, baby. Put your tongue all the way in me,” Emily moaned as my tongue snaked its way into her cum soaked opening. The familiar tangy taste of Leroy’s cum was pervasive for the first few minutes of my tongue lapping. Emily was going crazy above me, moaning, obviously loving what I was doing with my tongue.

Suddenly, Emily grabbed a pillow and put it over my eyes. This was new; she had never tried to smother me during cunnilingus before. Then I heard slurping sounds intermixed with her moaning. Leroy must have exited the closet to get his cock sucked while I was eating my wife out.

I couldn’t believe how brash this punk was to come out of hiding in my house — in my bedroom – while I was eating his cum out of my wife and expect her to give him a blow job. He knew that I couldn’t beat him up if I caught him, but he also wasn’t the least bit worried about Emily’s marriage. I didn’t understand how she couldn’t see his disrespect for her, me, and our marriage.

Something changed while she was sucking his cock. Her moans became more urgent. She ground her crotch into my mouth harder, and in a matter of moments, she was thrashing in orgasm. Her orgasm was followed quickly by a second orgasm. This was my first time giving my wife multiple orgasms, and I felt proud to have done it in front of that punk kid, even if my wife’s lips were likely wrapped around his cock while I was doing it.

After her second orgasm subsided, she lifted her pelvis and the pillow off my face. I was afraid to open my eyes, thinking Leroy would be standing over me with his huge cock in my wife’s mouth. So, I kept lapping away at the thin air.

“Honey. He’s gone. You can stop now.”

I opened my eyes to see Emily getting off the bed. Leroy was gone. He had either not finished or had cum in less than two minutes. Either way, I was happy he was gone. Then, Emily leaned down, kissing me, shoving her cum covered tongue into my mouth, letting me know she had finished the blow job.

“Sweetie. Aren’t you wearing your pad?” Emily said as she looked me up and down. Looking down at my crotch, I could see that I had leaked enough cum to soak through my pants again. I didn’t understand what I was seeing since I was wearing the pad. I shouldn’t have been able to leak through my slacks, but the evidence was there.

Once my pants were off, it was obvious that the boxers had shifted in my pants to the point where the pad hadn’t protected my pants at all. Emily had a solution. She walked over to her dresser, pulled out a pair of her panties. “Here, these will keep the pad in the right place.”

I held the silky white panties in my hand for a few seconds, noticing the little pink bow on the front. That’s when it hit me. These were the same panties she had been wearing on that first trip to Butch’s house. The ones that were soaking wet after she had sucked Butch’s cock. I wondered if she knew of the significance of these panties, or if they had just been on top. I then realized she expected me to wear panties to our dinner party tonight.

“John! You’re dripping on the floor.”

I looked down to see that I had dripped some cum on the floor as I relived the events of our first trip to Butch’s house and imagined myself wearing those same panties out tonight. I quickly held my hand under the cage while making my way to the bathroom, with Emily following closely behind me.

“Oh, I see. You’re turned on because you’re going to wear panties tonight. Is that because it’s humiliating, or is it because you like the idea of wearing panties?”

Was that it? Did I like the idea of wearing panties? I had never been one of those guys who snuck into his wife’s panty drawer to try on her panties, but the silky feel in my hands suddenly had me wondering how it would feel to wear them. In my current state of submissiveness, I answered her honestly and completely. “It’s both, plus these are the same panties you wore the first time we were at Butch’s house.”

“Oh, I guess they are the same ones, aren’t they? That makes them perfect for you. Let’s get cleaned up, so I can see how cute you look in your panties,” she said as she stepped into the shower.

She was learning how to exploit my kinks very quickly, and I loved it. Without any prompting from her, I licked up the cum that had dripped into my palm. I was becoming more accustomed to the taste, but my own cum was still the worst tasting.

“You’re such a dirty little boy. Come on, let’s shower together. The shower felt like the old times. Touching each other’s naked bodies in platonic love. It was a nice grounding event. We talked like a normal couple about our plans for the evening and about our upcoming D&D campaign the next evening. Everything seemed normal. She allowed me to wash her body, and she washed mine, paying special attention to my caged cock.

Once we were out of the shower, though, she leaned into the humiliation of my donning her panties by helping me put them on. Starting by sticking a fresh pad into the fabric before she kneeled in front of me, putting them over one leg at a time and pulling them up, and giving my caged cock a tap. “There, that should keep you from leaking through tonight. Now, let’s see them,” she said as she stood back to appraise me.

I spun around in a circle for her to inspect. While I was spinning, I got a look at myself in the mirror. Dammit! They looked good on my scrawny body. I would look like a pretty girl from the waist down if I didn’t have such hairy legs.

“I’m jealous. Your ass looks better in my panties than mine does.”

My cock was pushing against the cage under my panties as my wife complimented my feminine curves. I quickly exited the bathroom to cover the panties with men’s clothes before I filled the pad with cum.

The challenge for this Friday night would be to make it through a dinner and game night with Kira and Clyde. I was always uncomfortable hanging out with Clyde while Kira and Emily chatted like schoolgirls. Clyde and I were in the same year in high school, but were never in the same crowd. Clyde was the high school quarterback, and I was at the opposite end of the popularity spectrum. Clyde never bullied me or anything like that. He basically just lived in a different world than I did and never interacted with me in any way. Our lack of common interests is a frequent source of amusement for Kira and Emily.

Kira and Emily became fast friends at the gym shortly after we moved into our new house ten years ago, when my business began to take off. Emily had already started shedding her extra weight before we moved, but after meeting Kira, she quickly lost the rest of her excess weight and became very toned. I think Kira views Emily as a project, turning the ugly duckling into a swan. Emily just loves being part of the popular crowd, rather than being a charity case for them, as she was in college. So, I’m stuck having awkward conversations with Clyde about inane topics such as sports, hunting, and fast cars.

I suppose I should describe our neighbors. Clyde is tall, standing at approximately 6 feet 1 inch, and has maintained his physical shape over the years. He has wavy, dark brown hair, green eyes, and a perfect, white-toothed smile that all the girls swoon over. He doesn’t go to the gym as often as his wife, but he remains in excellent shape from playing football with his buddies nearly every weekend. He married Kira shortly after high school and landed a nice, cushy job at the Ford dealership that Kira’s dad owns. He took some classes at the community college, but I don’t think he ever got his associate’s degree. His lack of education hasn’t hampered his career in his in-laws’ business, however. I’m not saying he’s stupid, but he’s not a Rhodes Scholar by any means.

Kira is cute as a button. She has long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She’s about 5 feet 3 with a tight ass, flat stomach, and nicely proportioned B cup breasts. She is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. She has never acted as if she were better than anyone, even in high school, despite her parents’ wealth and her undeniable beauty, which made her the most popular girl to attend our high school. She genuinely seems to like everyone, except for Clyde’s brother Randy, whom we met earlier in the porn shop and who lives above their garage. She knows that Randy is taking advantage of them, but she tolerates him because Randy is her husband’s brother. At least with Randy working at the porn shop, there was no risk of seeing him tonight.

Dinner with Kira and Clyde was uneventful and pleasant. Emily and Kira kept the conversation going with very little help from Clyde or me. We had killed two bottles of wine, with Clyde and Kira drinking the majority, and Emily not far behind. It was not normal for Emily to drink more than one glass, but I suppose after the stress of the last week, she needed it.

After dinner, we started playing spades against the men while the women watched. I’m not particularly into card games, but I can tolerate them. The unbearable part for me was being the only sober one with three people getting more inebriated by the minute.

I think it was Clyde’s drunkenness that allowed his tongue to slip a little while the women were in the kitchen.

“I heard something pretty interesting about Emily this week.”

“Interesting? What’s that?” I asked, worried that Randy may have mentioned our encounter with him in the porn shop last Saturday.

“Just something I heard. It can’t be true, though. I just can’t picture Emily doing what I heard.”

“Come on, you have to tell me,” I prodded with a pit forming in my gut.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you, I heard you were there.”

“I knew it. Randy told you about the cuckold thing, didn’t he? I knew that bastard couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”

“Cuckold? Randy? Shit, that’s better than what I heard. So, Emily and Randy then? Wow!”

“Wow, what?” Kira said as she and Emily re-entered the lounge.

“John was just telling me that Randy cucked him with Emily.”

“No, no…” I started before Emily cut me off.

“John? Why would you tell him that? What the fuck is wrong with you?!?” Emily said before breaking into tears and storming out the back door toward our house.

“Shit, that’s not what I said,” I said, but Emily was already gone. I started to go after her, but Clyde held me back.

“I think you should give her some space; besides, I think you owe us an explanation.”

“It was nothing. We went into the porn shop last Saturday and ran into Randy. I was buying….well….I was buying something that made him think I was a cuckold, but that wasn’t the reason I was buying it. Believe me, Emily has never had sex with Randy. That would be gross.”

“I knew it. There is no way she would do anything with Randy,” Kira said in a celebratory tone.

“What did you buy?” Clyde asked.

“I would rather not say.”

“Come on, we need to know.”

“Tell me what you heard about Emily, and I’ll tell you,” I said, trying to strike a bargain.

“You heard something about this?” Kira asked, raising her eyebrows as she stared her husband down.

“Oh no. Nothing like that. I just heard she went to Food City a couple of weeks ago in a revealing outfit.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s spreading these rumors about Emily?”

“Tim heard about it from somebody he knows who works there.”

“Did you put him in his place for spreading rumors about my friend?”

“I guess I should have. I’m sorry, babe.”

“You owe Emily an apology the next time you see her. This is all your fault. Now, tell John you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry, John, but I need to know what you bought that had Randy thinking you were a cuckold.”

Both were now looking at me, expecting an answer. Kira seemed to be on my side and believed what I had told them thus far. I just needed to close this out and not reveal anything about Randy fingering Emily, and I might still save this. I was going to have to tell them the truth about the cock cage, though. It was unfortunate that I couldn’t say I lost a bet as the reason for buying it.

“It was a cock cage. Emily caught me masturbating and made me wear it now.”

“A cock cage? What the fuck is that?”

“It’s a plastic device that locks over my penis to keep me from masturbating,” I said, feeling the familiar embarrassment which, I knew, would soon lead to cum seeping out of my cock into the pad in my panties.

“Are you wearing it now? I want to see it.”

“What? Yes, I’m wearing it, but I couldn’t show you.”

“Why not? It covers everything, right?”

“Well, it doesn’t cover everything.”

“So, you want us to believe you’re wearing this thing, but won’t show us?”

“I’ll show you, but I don’t think Kira would want to see it.”

“Oh, I want to see this. Go ahead, John, drop ’em,” Kira said, her drunkenness causing her to be bolder than she would be ordinarily. It was just the right kind of domineering tone to put me into submissive mode.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this,” I said as I slid my pants and panties down to my knees, hoping they wouldn’t notice the dainty undergarment with their focus aimed higher.

“It’s so tiny. How did you get it in there?” Kira asked as she reached out and tentatively tapped the plastic with the long nail of her index finger.

“Remember his nickname,” Clyde said before adding, “No offense, John.”

“Oh, I forgot about that,” Kira exclaimed before starting to giggle uncontrollably.

“Can I go console my wife now?” I asked with my pants still lowered to my knees, and Kira giggling.

“So, Emily makes you wear this all of the time?”

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me about this,” Kira said before I could answer Clyde’s question.

“Yes, she makes me wear it all the time. I really should go,” I said as I reached for my pants.

“Holy shit, dude. That’s harsh.”

“Please don’t tell anyone about the cage,” I said, buckling my belt.

“We won’t tell anyone, right, Clyde?” Kira said in a stern voice. I felt a wave of arousal hearing Kira chastising her jock husband. I wish Emily could be more like Kira sometimes.

“Right,” Clyde answered confidently.

When I arrived home, I found Emily sobbing on the couch. She saw me enter the room and looked at me with her red, swollen eyes.

“Why? How did you know? Were you following me?”

“It was just a misunderstanding,” I said, having prepared what I was going to say before I entered the house, but her words had me confused. “Wait. What? Following you where?”

“How did you know Randy and I had sex?” she said through sobs.

“You and Randy had sex? I had no idea.”

“Then why did you tell Clyde we did?”

“I didn’t. It was a misunderstanding, and I set them straight after you left. They no longer think anything happened between you and Randy. I had to tell them you made me wear a cage because I masturbate too much. When did you have sex with Randy?”

“I can’t tell you anything about things that happen when you’re not there,” she said. “Oh shit! What if they ask Randy about this? If they know about the cage, he might tell them everything. I need to go see him.”

“No, I’ll go. There is no reason for you to go there and risk him trying something else with you.”

“I have to go, I already told him if my plans changed tonight, I would see him.”

“You what? Why?”

“He asked me to stop in tonight, and I told him we had plans already. Butch’s rules allowed Emily to deny requests if she already had plans scheduled before our two-week penalty began. Our dinner and game night with Kira and Clyde is a rare event in the summer as their social calendar is very busy, so it had been scheduled for over a month. “He then said I should stop by if we get done early. We seem to be done early.”

“You could go back to Clyde and Kira’s, and I could visit Randy,” I said, trying to think of any way around Emily going to the porn shop.

“I’ll just go, John. I don’t want you there.”

“You’re too drunk to drive, so I’ll have to drive you.”

“You’ll need to stay in the car.”

“Emily, I am not letting you go in there alone.”

“It won’t be my first time, honey. I can’t have you there. I need you to stay in the car.”

“I know it had to be terrible to have to do anything with Randy. I wish I could have been there for you afterwards the first time. It happened Monday night, didn’t it?” I asked, remembering how upset she was on Monday, and I thought it was because Leroy had made her give him a handjob. I felt like such an idiot for not realizing she had never attended a PTA meeting on Monday.

“It’s worse than you think. I wish I could tell you more, but I need to go alone. I’ll just Uber.”

“I’m not letting you go alone. I don’t want to find out all these things in front of Butch. I want to find out ahead of time. This is completely within the rules. I can handle anything that happens there.”

“I guess I’m not talking you out of this, so let me prepare you a little. I’m worried… I’m worried I may be turning into a slut…..”

“You’re not…” I interrupted before she cut me off with a finger to my lips.

“Stop. You need to hear this. You know how much I despise Randy, right?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I really can’t stand the man. I loathe everything about him, even more than Butch, but… but,” tears were coming to her eyes as she continued. “…but…well….I got wet for him, and I came with him. I came multiple times with him. I swear, I tried not to. I just tried to get through it as quickly as possible, but he kept saying and doing things. I couldn’t help myself, and I got turned on and had an orgasm. Then, once he got me there, he kept saying those things, and I came again. I’m a slut, just like he says,” she said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Randy calling you a slut doesn’t make you a slut. Coming is a natural reaction to sex. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“John. I fucking loved it when he called me a slut while he was fucking me. It’s worse, my pussy is dripping right now just from thinking about going there tonight. I AM a slut.”

“You’re not a slut. Is his cock big?”

“No, he’s not big. Well, he’s bigger than you, but he’s smaller than Leroy. It wasn’t the size. It was the situation. I was forced to do it, but Randy thought I was a horny wife with a cuckold husband with a tiny cock. It was all so dirty and wrong to be doing those things in a place like that,” She said as tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She looked into my eyes and continued, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you. Oh my god, you think I’m a slut.”

“No, no, honey. I don’t think you’re a slut. I know you had to do it. I’m glad you were able to enjoy it.”

“Really? Even with Randy? He’s so disgusting.”

“Yes, even with Randy. We will get through this, but we will have to get through it together. Let’s go.”

“Wait. I need to change.”

“Why, you look fine,” I said. She was wearing a nice, modest beige skirt that stopped just above her knees and a pink blouse.

“Randy specified what he wanted me to wear tonight,” Emily said as she headed towards our bedroom. I started to follow, but she shooed me away.

She emerged from the bedroom about twenty minutes later, wearing a red cocktail dress she had only worn once before. She wore it to Kira and Clyde’s Christmas party this past December. I couldn’t believe Randy had remembered Emily wearing this dress and requested she wear it for him tonight.

The dress was almost too tight around the waist, hugging Emily’s ass to perfection. The skirt was a good three inches above her knees with a slit up the left leg almost all the way up her thigh. The scooping neckline showed a generous amount of her abundant cleavage. As she walked into the kitchen, I noticed the sway of her breasts under her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Oh my god. You look hot.”

“Why, thanks.”

“Did he ask you not to wear a bra?”

“Actually, no, but the bra usually gets in the way.”

“I guess we should go,” I said as I led her out the door to have sex with Randy Jensen in a sex shop, likely. I could feel my cock leaking already. Thankfully, the pad in my panties would prevent the cum from leaking through my pants.

It was a quiet ride there, but just before we got there, Emily spoke up.

“Are you sure you won’t stay in the car?”

“No way. I’m going in with you.”

To Be Continued…

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