The Neighbours!

By Unknown.

Tina and I moved to the city a couple of years after we got married.

Our new next-door neighbors, William and Margaret, were very similar to ourselves, in as much as they too had only been married a short time, although they had lived together for a few years before tying the knot. Tina and Margaret hit it off immediately, and we soon became regular visitors to each other’s houses for drinks, meals, barbecues, and suchlike. It wasn’t long before it became apparent that Margaret wore the trousers in their house, metaphorically speaking, of course!

I noticed that William rarely spoke out of turn in her presence and almost always agreed with whatever she said. He prepared the meals in their house, and he did most of the housework too! I thought this was a little strange. Margaret was a very sexy and most attractive blonde who attracted men like bees around a honey pot. She had a most sophisticated manner and always seemed in complete control of whatever she was doing.

She was always surrounded by handsome men at parties and barbecues, all hoping to be her next conquest. It hadn’t escaped my attention that recently, my beautiful young wife, Tina, could usually be found at Margaret’s side, enjoying the attention and flirting quite openly. She enjoyed the ribald conversations and smiled shyly and demurely at the more suggestive jokes.

On these occasions, William and I were usually kept busy cooking the steaks or pouring the drinks and generally making sure everybody was being looked after. Margaret made it quite clear that it was our duty to do this and not to “get in the way,” as she so succinctly put it. Although I found Margaret to be great company, I have to confess that I wasn’t one of those men who fawned over her, hoping to get a date.

I suppose you could say that I was afraid of her. The truth is that, although, in my opinion, I am reasonably good-looking, I would have been highly embarrassed if she were ever to suspect that I was not exactly well endowed. It was a condition that had been causing me increasing concern as time went on. I knew that I was failing to satisfy the growing sexual demands that Tina, bless her, was trying hard to suppress.

Being such a close friend of Margaret’s, she was more aware of my shortcomings as a husband and lover. Aged thirty-two, I was eight years older than my beautiful wife, who didn’t hide that she was very impressed by Margaret’s complete control over her husband. William and Margaret were both the same age as me, making Tina the youngest in our little group. It intrigued me to watch how blatantly Margaret would have nights out on her own, with or without “the girls.”

Recently, Tina had been her companion on many of her tours, and I was becoming a little concerned about what they had been getting up to and who they were meeting on their “nights out.” On returning home, Tina never said where they had been, and when pressed, she would accuse me of not trusting her. I couldn’t stand the pangs of jealousy that I, increasingly, had to endure. William, a nice guy, just seemed to accept that his wife could do whatever she wanted, whether he liked it or not.

I suppose that I suspected that William knew that his wife was unfaithful, but it didn’t seem to upset him. What was apparent was that William adored his philandering wife, and nothing would change that. It was none of my business, or was it? I was becoming increasingly suspicious that Margaret was grooming Tina to become just like her.

Then it happened.

Tina phoned me at the office to say that she was going shopping with Margaret and that they would be staying out and having supper at a little Italian restaurant that was a favorite of Margaret’s. She said that she had left a ham salad for me on the kitchen table, and before I could ask her anything, she hung up. Margaret and Tina had been going out quite a lot lately, and I was beginning to suspect that Tina enjoyed their little “nights out.”

Supper alone was pretty depressing, especially as my imagination started to take over, and I began to ask myself why Margaret wanted Tina to herself that evening. By 10 pm, I was starting to worry that something was wrong. There was no way I could contact her. Neither of us had a mobile phone so I couldn’t call her. I had once heard of a mobile phone being described as the modern version of a ball and chain, and no way did I fancy that.

Around 10.30 pm, I heard a car stop outside, and by the time I got to the window, Tina was walking up the path to the front door. Once inside, she immediately threw her arms around my neck and said, “Thank you, darling, for letting me have such a lovely evening with Margaret.”

Kissing me, she spun around to display the silky sexy new dress that she had bought at Margaret’s insistence.

“Wow.” I blurted out, taking in the sexy vision before me. “Have you been wearing that since you bought it?”

“Yes, yes, oh, I know you will think it’s too suggestive, but Margaret said it was about time I realized that I was an attractive woman and that I could have men fighting for my favors if I loosened up a bit.”

“What do you mean?” I stuttered.

“Well, she said that it was pretty obvious to her and William that I needed to be let off the leash more and lead a more exciting life than I do.

She said that I did not realize my true potential as a sexy young woman. I was taken aback that she knew exactly how I had been feeling lately. I told her that you would never allow me to have the sort of freedom that Bill gave her, and she laughed, saying that things were about to change now that she knew about our little problem. I told her that you would be hurt if you thought that I might enjoy the company of other men.”

I stood there, not knowing how to react. I wondered what she meant by “our little problem.” Then before I could speak, Tina told me that Margaret was waiting in the car and wanted to talk to me.

“What does she want to speak to me about?” I stuttered again.

Opening the front door and waving to Margaret to come in, Tina replied, “I’m not quite sure, but I think it’s about our relationship.”

A few minutes later and Margaret was sitting on the sofa. Carefully adjusting her tight, figure-hugging skirt, she made herself comfortable. Looking at me straight in the eye and patting the seat beside her, she said, “Jamie, come here and sit beside me.

Tina, I think you should go upstairs to bed, this may take some time, and I don’t want you to be upset at what I have to say to Jamie.”

Tina bit her lip before kissing me gently, and as she climbed the stairs to our bedroom, she looked back and said quietly and with feeling, “Please understand, darling, I do love you, very much, very much indeed.”

Noticing that I was flustered, Margaret wasted no time coming to the point.

“Jamie, I know you love Tina, but how much do you love her?

She loves you, she told me that, and I believe her.

Do you love her enough to let her enjoy the company of men who could satisfy her frustrated, sexual needs?”

I was aghast.

“You see, she told me all about your little secret. Jamie, you know, you aren’t the first man to have a tiny penis and a lack of control when making love. Tina said that both of you were virgins when you were married. Is that true?”

Flabbergasted and stunned at what I heard, I could only nod my head in the affirmative.

Margaret continued. “If it is true, then I must say that it wasn’t very commendable that you didn’t think it was important enough to tell her of your inexperience. I also believe that you should have confessed to having a tiny penis. You have deliberately and deceitfully entrapped your lovely wife into a marriage where sexual satisfaction is virtually impossible, at least for her.

Listen, Tina needs to be able to enjoy sex for sex’s sake and feel satisfied, and you are not capable of doing that for her. She needs someone to give her what she needs and not feel guilty. Sexual satisfaction may not be everything in a successful marriage, but it is a very, very important ingredient. You must agree to let her decide whether or not she would like to have sex with another man of her choosing. It’s as simple as that!”

I just sat there, speechless. I am sure my mouth must have been wide open in disbelief at what I had just heard. The tension building up in me just erupted as I stood up and, in a loud voice, cried, “No! No! No! I could never agree to that, never! I won’t have Tina cheating on me. She is my wife, not someone else’s whore! Please, never make that suggestion to me again! I want you to leave, now!”

Grabbing my arm, Margaret pulled me back down onto the sofa beside her. Speaking softly, she said, “Calm down, Jamie, Tina is not a whore, and there is no way that she will be anything other than a good wife to you. Just admit that you cannot give her what she needs, and as a good and loving husband, you will accept her decision, whatever that may be. Think about it. She’s not going to leave a loving and understanding husband who allows her to play around whenever she feels like it, is she?”

Shaking my head, unable to comprehend what was happening to me, I was about to object to the way Margaret was treating me, here in my own house, when she continued, “What you must do is control first of all your stupid jealousy. Then you must convince Tina that you would not object to her finding a suitable lover to give her the sort of attention that you are so obviously unable to provide her with. You must never let her suspect that you do not want her to have a free hand in flirting with men she finds attractive.

She has to feel confident that you love her so much that you want her to find someone to satisfy her needs. I can assure you that if you love Tina, you will soon be grateful for the pleasure she will get from other men. I predict that you will very soon be begging her to take many more lovers because although it will be excruciating for you, you will quickly look forward to savoring that unique mixture of pain and pleasure that you will begin to experience; from her adventures.”

My heart was thumping as I tried to digest what she told me. My wife’s best friend said that I was a rotten husband and lover and that Tina deserved better, at least in the sex department. Feeling completely confused, I could not quite understand why I should find the possibility of Tina cuckolding me more than a little exciting and yet, at the same time, filling me with feelings of deep jealousy. I knew that I certainly didn’t want to risk losing Tina. I loved her too much for that, oh, God.

Margaret must have realized that she now had me, where she wanted me, which was under her control. She even got me to promise her that I would convince Tina that my fantasy had always been to see her enjoying sex with other men, as I was so disappointed in that respect. I was to convince her that it excited me so much to see her happy and satisfied and that I looked forward to this next chapter in our marriage. She must never realize that I was so jealous and that I hated the idea of her being with another man.

She had ordered me to overcome my stupid jealousy!

Sharply, she said, “Just one other thing, Jamie, who is it that makes breakfast in your house?”

“Tina does. Why?”

“Well, from tomorrow, that will be your job. You will make breakfast and serve it to your lovely wife in bed, do you hear me?”

Standing up, Margaret said that we should continue the discussion the next day to let me ponder the subject. I didn’t speak, couldn’t, and didn’t even say goodnight as I ushered her out of the house. Seething and trembling from the shock, I slowly climbed the stairs leading to our bedroom.

Incredibly, Tina was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the unacceptable position I now found myself in. My mind was in turmoil as I undressed and lay down on the bed beside my beautiful wife. I must have lain awake for hours trying to understand how my whole outlook on life had been so cruelly challenged. Somehow I must have eventually fallen asleep, drained of any self-respect and fearful of what the morrow held in store for me.


The following morning, Saturday, I awakened, and, as if in a dream, I dressed quickly and made my way to the kitchen. I was painfully aware that I was about to carry out Margaret’s instruction to serve Tina breakfast in bed. I wondered why I had never considered doing this previously. After all, I loved my wife completely. I cut a red rose from the climbing plant, which covered the wall outside the kitchen door. It was a romantic gesture that brightened up the hastily prepared tray. I just hoped that she would be impressed at my offering of tea, toast, and a plate of cereal.

The question was, of course, just how would my lovely Tina react to this unusual behavior on my part. By the time I got back to the bedroom, I had found Tina sitting up in bed, looking fresh and gorgeous as usual and as if she fully expected me to be serving her breakfast.

“Good morning, darling,” she greeted me with a big smile. “This is very nice. How kind and considerate of you, Jamie. Do you know that Margaret told me that you would be doing this? I didn’t believe her. I said that you had never given me breakfast in bed. Do you know what she said? She said that you would be a different man from now on and that I must be prepared to assume control in our marriage. From now on, I would be the mistress in our marriage. Is that accepted and understood?”

Sheepishly, and not knowing what to say, I hung my head and nodded yes. I knew that I was a broken man. I didn’t have much belief in myself before, but now I was about to embark on the next stage of our marriage as a virtual slave to my adorable wife.

Pouting her lips in a kiss simulation, she said, “Close the bedroom door as you leave but come back in ten minutes for the tray. In the meantime, please run a bath for me. You can clear up and wash the dishes while I soak in the bath.”

Without speaking, I couldn’t anyway. I slowly backed out of the room and closed the door gently. I then obediently made my way to the bathroom to begin my duties. Tina had been coached by Margaret on how to treat me now that I was her virtual slave. I found that I got quite a nice feeling carrying out these menial tasks. When I had voluntarily vacuumed the lounge carpet, Tina appeared, looking gorgeous in a sexy black negligee.

She had a delighted look on her face as she said, “Jamie, how thoughtful of you. I must thank you for being so helpful. I think you deserve a kiss for being so good to me.”

Giggling, she pulled me to her and kissed me gently. Then she took my hand and placed it on her breast. I immediately caressed it, enjoying the soft feel of firm flesh beneath the silk of her nightgown. Before I could go any further, she pulled away, saying she would have to phone Margaret. She handed me a shopping list and asked me to go to the local mall while she spoke to Margaret.

I left the house determined to carry out her wishes as requested. It took a lot longer to do the shopping than I thought. Not knowing which item was in which aisle certainly didn’t help, but eventually, I completed my task.

When I got home, exhausted, Tina was relaxing on the sofa, looking gorgeous as usual. Sitting in my favorite easy chair was my tormentor, Margaret. I had to hand it to the bitch, she was a very handsome and assured-looking beauty, and she wasted no time getting down to the task she had set herself.

“Jamie, Tina’s just been telling me that you served her breakfast in bed this morning, good boy! Did you also tell her of your fantasy?”

I almost groaned out loud. “What do you mean fantasy?”

“You know Jamie, tell her what you confessed to me last night.”

My eyes darted from Margaret to Tina and again as I desperately tried to think of what to say.

She must have sensed that I would deny everything because she continued, “Tina, your shy and loving husband confessed to me that his greatest fantasy was to see you with another man. He wants you to be made love to by a handsome, well-endowed lover. He realizes that he will never be able to give you the intense sexual satisfaction that you need and deserve. He was afraid to tell you in case you were shocked and disgusted. I told him you would certainly not be shocked. You would be relieved and ecstatic.”

Tina gazed at me and said, “Oh darling, Jamie, I never guessed that you loved me so much. Thank you for being the most loving and understanding husband I could ever have hoped for. Of course, I’m not shocked. I promise you that I will be discreet and never try to embarrass you. My dearest wish is to make you happy.” Holding her arms outstretched towards me, she said, “Come.”

I went over to her in a daze and sank to my knees. She took me in her arms and kissed my brow.

I was conscious of Margaret observing us, and I was not surprised to hear her say, “Tina has something exciting to tell you, Jamie. Haven’t you, Tina. Tell him that you may satisfy his fantasy this evening. Tina has a date with Carl, who has been trying to date her for weeks. He tells me he is over the moon that she is going out with him, and he has promised to be gentle with her.”

Unable to believe what I was hearing, I looked up into my lovely wife’s eyes which seemed to sparkle as she nodded, saying, “You don’t mind, do you, darling? I am so excited by all of this. It’s so thrilling to know that I will give you so much pleasure by being a very naughty girl. Margaret will be with you here while I am out.

She intends to help you through what she says might be a difficult time for you. She has explained that part of your pleasure will be in the pain and humiliation you have to suffer. I don’t claim to understand it, but I am sure Margaret knows what she is talking about. Just remember that I love you, and only you.”

Feeling weak and helpless, I turned towards Margaret, who smiled wickedly at me before turning the knife, saying, “Carl is picking Tina up here at seven o’clock, so I’ll be back by then. It would be nice if you helped Tina prepare for this evening by suggesting which of her sexy undies you think would be most exciting for Carl. It will add a little spice to the occasion knowing that you have a personal input.”

Tina left the room with Margaret, and I heard them whispering for a while before Margaret eventually left.

From the window, I watched her walk back towards her own house. I couldn’t help thinking that she had thoroughly enjoyed the last hour. I swear I could detect a smirk as she turned and waved before turning the corner. She knew she had won. Not only had she tricked me, but she had also tricked Tina. She had spun her web of deceit expertly, and I was trapped, entangled in a situation I seemed to have no control over.

My wife was about to take a lover in the mistaken belief that she was doing it for me and my devious pleasure. Tina was surprisingly quiet over the next few hours. I am sure she tried to convince herself that she was doing the right thing. I didn’t know what I should be doing to help, so I kept a low profile. I did consider asking her not to go through with it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to muster the courage and wimp I was.

She did ask me to help pick out the undies that I would like her to wear for her date. I carefully and lovingly laid them out on the bed for her approval. I chose a delicate pair of black see-through knickers, a matching garter belt, black nylons, and a matching silky bra. It was a gut-wrenching thing to do, knowing that she would be wearing them for another man’s pleasure. She completed the outfit by selecting a tight black skirt topped off with a flouncy black chiffon blouse and a pair of sexy high heels.

She was shy and embarrassed when she emerged from our bedroom at about forty-five pm. But, God, what a vision! I was transfixed. I realized how incredibly proud I was of this beautiful woman, my wife. It was then that I remembered that this was not for my titillation. Another man would have the ultimate pleasure that her sensual body promised, and she would ultimately know just how small my penis was.

Tina eventually summoned enough courage to speak to me in a measured voice. She gave me the impression that she wasn’t entirely convinced that she should be going out on a date, albeit with my complete support.

“Are you sure you want me to go ahead with this?”

I found myself unable to speak and could only sink to my knees in front of her for some reason. It must have been evident that I was entranced by the vision, which was my wife.

She continued, “I’ll take that as a yes. You know that this is not something that can be undone once I walk out of the door. Oh, darling, I’m so anxious, but I’m also so excited. I’m determined to do everything to make you proud of me, and I just hope that you will still love me afterward.”

“You know I will,” I said quietly.

The ring of the doorbell made both of us jump. I got up off my knees and went to let Margaret, the witch, inside. She had a small suitcase with her, which I thought was odd. She made a point of circling Tina, taking in the sexy attire.

“Tina, darling, you look gorgeous. Carl is going to be most impressed. By the way, he’s already here. I told him to park his car in our driveway if one of our nosey neighbors wonders who he’s visiting. He’s speaking to William at the moment.”

She was already taking charge, telling me to hide behind the kitchen door so that I could get a look at Carl when he arrived. He had been told that I was out of town for the day. Taking up my position behind the door as instructed, I heard Margaret whispering to Tina. I couldn’t listen to what was said, but they both laughed at whatever it was.

The doorbell rang again. This time Margaret answered the door, allowing Carl to enter. From my vantage point, I peered through the crack I had left behind the almost closed kitchen door. Damn, he was bloody handsome and younger than me. He was gazing at Tina as if she was some film star. He was utterly besotted.

In a cultured voice, he eventually said, “Good God, you are looking wonderful, Tina.”

He swiftly moved towards her and took her in his arms, entirely oblivious of Margaret standing there. Their lips met, and for a second, they lingered before they both responded by indulging in a full-blown kiss, tongues encircling, sucked into each other’s mouths. After a few seconds, Margaret intervened, suggesting that they should continue somewhere else. I knew that they had hurriedly left, with Margaret wishing them a wonderful time together.

Alone now, with Margaret, I quickly re-entered the room. “Sit down, Jamie. I have a lot to explain to you, and you have a lot to learn this evening. I have spoken to Tina, so she knows what I will do with you. First of all, I should tell you where they have gone. I thought they deserved to have the best tonight without worrying about seeing. So, I’ve given them the guest suite in my house. William will be there to wait upon them.

At the moment, he will be serving them chilled champagne in the lounge. He will suggest that they may wish to retire to the guest suite in about ten minutes. He will advise them that there is a bell on the table next to the bed. He will suggest that they may wish to call upon him in an hour or so, and he will serve them with more champagne, hot towels, and face cloths.

I might add that this is the first time William will have attended to someone other than my lovers and me, and understandably, he is a little nervous. He is wearing his uniform for such occasions, a pair of black satin pajamas and a frilly French maid’s apron. It presents him as a non-sexual servant, in other words, no threat to them or their anonymity as a couple.”

I listened to this information with my heart pounding in my chest, unable to fully comprehend what she was telling me. But, at the same time, fully aware that my lovely sexy wife was now only minutes away from finding out how thrilling sex could be in the arms of an experienced lover. There was so much that I wanted to ask Margaret, but I was having difficulty controlling the trembling which seemed to have taken over my body. I was trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape.

Margaret was looking at me sitting there, visibly trembling. She then opened the suitcase I had noticed earlier. She produced a bottle of schnapps and two small shot glasses. Pouring out two measures, she handed me a drink and said, “You know what to do, don’t you, Jamie, over in one go. A toast to the lovely sexy Tina. May she have the time of her life tonight. Today is the first day of the rest of her life.”

We both knocked back the schnapps in the manner she described. I was surprised that my hand managed to find my mouth. I was shaking so much. Immediately, she poured me another one and said, “Again, Jamie, you will need this to help you get through this evening.”

As I knocked it back, she said, “To your wife, who is probably cuckolding you at this precise moment.”

I almost choked as the fiery liquid hit the back of my throat. The bitch certainly knew how to turn the screw. There were no words of comfort.

Instead, she said, “Jamie, I want you to take your clothes off and stand before me naked.”

“No, I can’t,” I said quietly.

“Of course, you can, and you will do as I tell you. Tina has given me her permission to train you to be her faithful cuckold from this night onwards. You do know what a cuckold is, don’t you? Well, from tonight, you will forever be a cuckold.”

For some reason, I didn’t answer her. I just stood there with my head bowed.

Then, with a sharp edge to her voice, she almost shouted, “Take your clothes off, now! Do you hear me?”

I began to strip in a trance, and a few seconds later, I stood stark naked in front of my tormentor. I saw her staring at my tiny, shriveled, one-inch penis, and I felt ashamed. But then she took it between her finger and thumb and gently began to tease it. I groaned in the knowledge that I would disgrace myself. Then, my shame turned to humiliation as I felt it start to stiffen up. One of my problems with sex was that when I did manage to achieve a hard-on, my penis grew to a little stiff three incher.

Margaret showed no emotion or sympathy. She stopped frigging me before it was too late and said, “It’s smaller than I imagined. Tina will not regret what she will learn tonight with Carl. Put these on.”

She had opened the small suitcase I had noticed earlier and lying on the sofa was a pair of black satin pajamas and a frilly French maid’s apron.

“These will be your uniform from now on. These are the same as William’s. Put them on, now!”

I did as I was told. They felt very sensual. I enjoyed the feel of the soft satin against my skin. Margaret showed me how to tie the apron in a nice bow at my back before continuing.

“Kneel at my feet, Jamie.”

I knew it was useless to object, so I did as I was told.

“Now, kiss my feet, Jamie, kiss them as if I was your mistress wife. You must learn to not only love your wife but to worship and adore her, especially after she has had sex with another man.”

I found myself kissing her expensive designer shoes and feeling a new thrill of being under Margaret’s control in a daze. Eventually, I felt her tugging at my hair, so I began to raise my head, but she held me fast when my face was level with her knees.

She kept me there as she said, “Tina will have a wonderful time with Carl tonight, I am sure of that. But when she comes home, she will need your reassurance that you are happy and excited for her. This is how you will convince her of your undying love. There is more than one way to please a woman sexually. You may be short on conventional equipment, but that doesn’t matter. Have you ever gone down on Tina?”

By the look on my face, she deduced that I had not.

“You mean, neither of you has experimented. Good, God! Look, I take it that you, as a couple, have never indulged in fellatio or cunnilingus. For your information, it means using your mouth and tongue to stimulate your partner. Stick out your tongue. Let me see it.”

This was bewildering. My mind was in a whirl. I just did as she asked me, sticking my tongue out for her approval.

“When I said stick your tongue out, I meant right out. Let’s see how long it is.”

This time I stuck it out as far as it would go.

“Wow, Jamie, what have we here. That is quite magnificent. You will be a great comfort to Tina, especially after she has had a hard fucking from a big cock. Now, you will do what I tell you exactly. Push my dress up so that you can see my knickers. I want you to remove them as skilfully as you can.”

The schnapps must have been doing their job as I eagerly slid my hands up Margaret’s shapely nylon-covered legs and allowed the back of one hand to brush across the gusset of her silky knickers. She raised her bottom off the seat to help me slip her panties down and off. Moving her bottom forward to the edge of the heart, Margaret’s pussy was now only inches from my face. I was conscious of the feel of her nylons brushing against my cheeks. I was transfixed by what I was looking at. I had never seen a shaved pussy before in my life. I had never even seen my wife’s pussy before. I was breathing heavily and was suddenly afraid of where this was going.

“Now, Jamie, I want you to relax and breathe normally. Tina will expect you to pay homage to her newly stretched pussy when she comes home tonight. I promised her that I would show you how to please a woman and, as a cuckold, what your duties would now entail. Now, lean forward and breathe in my perfume. Now kiss my pussy and let your tongue slither up the length of my slit.”

My head was spinning as I followed her instructions. The perfumed aroma from her pussy was heavenly, and I inhaled it greedily. My first kiss and taste of hot pussy was out of this world, and I knew this would be my place.

For the next hour or so, Margaret coached me on how to lick and when to suck. She taught me how to send shivers of pleasure through her body by titillating her clitoris with my lips and tongue. Although I say so myself, I was a good learner and looked forward to showing Tina how much I could please her with my tongue.

My jaws were aching when Margaret finally pushed me away at eleven o’clock, saying we should get cleaned up before Tina got home. Tina, I had almost forgotten that she was out on her momentous date. Margaret had taken complete control of me this evening. My opinion of her had started to mellow. Maybe she wasn’t quite as bad as I had thought.

By eleven-thirty, we were sitting as if nothing had happened. Almost on cue, the doorbell rang. Margaret motioned for me to hide in the kitchen as she went to open the door. I watched. First, Tina entered, then her date for the evening, Carl. I thought he looked a bit haggard, but Tina looked radiant, almost glowing. They chatted for a few minutes before Carl made his exit, saying he would phone Tina the next day. That was the only part of their conversation I could make out.

Tina turned towards me and told me to undress her as we entered the bedroom. With mounting excitement, I carefully unzipped her tight black skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. She daintily stepped out of it and turned towards me, saying, “Now my blouse, please, darling.”

As I removed her top, she ran her hands all over my silky satin pajamas and squealed in pleasure when she felt my tiny erection.

“I seem to have an excited hubby here. Are you ready to worship and adore me? Take off your apron and pajamas. I want you naked for this. Well, my dear, there’s no going back now. Are you pleased?”

Slipping off my new satin uniform, I replied, “I’ll only be pleased if you tell me you enjoyed it.”

God, she looked so sexy, standing there in her used underwear. I noticed she had laddered both her stockings and wondered how it must have happened. Did he have a ragged nail? I stood there, stomach-churning, wondering how she would tell me about this evening’s life-changing events. Smiling, her eyes shining, she almost purred, like the cat that had all the cream.

“Darling, darling, darling, Jamie. That was the most enjoyable sex I have ever experienced. I have so much to tell you and so much to thank you for. I never realized that sex could be so exciting and wonderful. Thank you, darling, for making me go through with it.”

Hearing these words, I dropped to my knees and leaned down and forward. I kissed her feet. I remembered how Margaret had instructed me earlier.

I whispered, “I love you, Tina, you know that. I adore you, and I worship you.”

Somehow, Tina knew what to do as she backed around and sat on the end of the bed. Conscious of my nakedness, I moved forward on my knees and slid my hands between her legs, gently easing them apart. She did not resist. She even helped by reducing her bottom right onto the bed’s edge. She watched my every move as I stared at the wet, damp patch on the front of her knickers. I was aware of licking my lips when she took hold of the back of my head and pulled my face into the slippery, sopping gusset.

I heard her giggling as she said, “There now, you naughty boy, that’s what you’ve been waiting to do, isn’t it?”

Oh, heaven, I thought as I inhaled the perfumed aroma. But this was strangely different. Oh well, it’s my wife, not Margaret, I thought.

After a few minutes of sniffing and kissing her pussy lips through the wet silky fabric of her soaking knickers, Tina pushed me back and quickly slipped her knickers off. She then pulled me back, but this time my mouth was mashed into a sticky mess with pubic hairs everywhere. I closed my eyes and proceeded to kiss and lick and suck just as Margaret had shown me. I gave the whole length of her slit a deep tonguing, which she enjoyed. Her moaning spurred me on to please her even more.

At this early stage, I was aware of a distinctive new taste, I should have known what it was, but my inexperience just made me suck and swallow all the harder. I managed to get my tongue deep into her vagina, making her wriggle and squirm. After ten minutes of this treatment, I felt her stiffen, and thighs clamped tightly around my head.

I heard her moaning loudly this time, and suddenly, she cried out, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Ohhhhhhhhhhh, gawd. Ooohhhhhh.”

I stopped licking and sucking, and she almost screamed, ordering me to keep going for a little longer as she came down from her high. She eventually pulled me up to lie beside her. I stole a look at her as I snuggled up closer. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, eyes closed, satisfied with her face. It was an expression that I had not seen before, but I would learn to recognize in the coming months. Still, Tina spoke unashamedly and with much feeling with her eyes closed.

“This has been the most enjoyable day of my life. This is the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. Do you know that until tonight I had never experienced an orgasm? ”

I smiled, knowing that I had just provided her with that orgasm. I was so pleased when she continued, “But incredibly, I’ve had two in less than an hour!”

Somehow my brain seemed to have blocked out that someone had just been fucking my wife, but now I was made painfully aware of my altered circumstances. From a feeling of euphoria, I was plunged back into reality.

“Carl was fantastic tonight. He was very gentle with me, at least to start with. Oh, Jamie, you should see his wonderful cock. It’s magnificent. I couldn’t believe it could be so big and feel so good. He was so kind to me. He said he felt as if he was breaking in a virgin, as I was so tight. He didn’t believe me when I told him that it was probably because you only had a little three-inch dicklette. He said that Margaret had told him that you only had a small one, but he didn’t realize it was that small.”

I cringed at hearing how the size of my little cock had been so casually discussed by everyone involved.

I whispered, “You shouldn’t have told him our secrets.”

She giggled before continuing, “Don’t be silly, darling. He’s not going to tell anyone. Anyway, Margaret says that you have accepted that I need something bigger and I love you for that. Did I tell you that he came three times tonight, and it didn’t even go soft after the first time? He was able to keep going for at least another fifteen or twenty minutes. How he managed to keep up the intense fucking he was giving me. I will never know.

It was then that I had my first ever orgasm, I felt this overwhelming feeling, and I seemed to swoon as it flowed over me, giving me this tingling sensation all over. It was a fantastic experience. I think it was my orgasm that caused Carl to cum again. We both almost collapsed. We were breathing so hard.”

I lay there quietly, listening to my wife. I couldn’t bear the humiliation I was being subjected to. But I knew she wasn’t doing it intentionally.

She continued, “How he managed it, I don’t know. Quite amazing. I told him you had never managed to cum more than once. After a while, he showed me how to tease it hard again. I hope you don’t think I am wrong, but he asked me to suck it for him. I didn’t want to do it, but he said most women did it and loved it. It felt strange. It still felt big but soft and meaty.

Then, after a few minutes, I could feel it begin to stiffen and grow in my mouth. I tried to take it out as I was getting frightened, but he said that he wanted me to make love to it, lick it, kiss it, and suck it, just like you did for me. I began to enjoy it. I could feel it twitching and throbbing, and he was telling me that I was the best and an expert cock sucker. Now, please don’t get upset, dear, but he really couldn’t help it. I suppose it was my fault for not stopping sucking it.

He said I was too good at cock teasing, and he would have to empty his balls. Suddenly, he let out a loud groan, and the next thing I knew was that my mouth was full of his spunk, and I could feel his cock, twitching as it unleashed a massive load of cum. I was choking, but he kept telling me to swallow it, so I did what he wanted me to do. Some did escape and dribbled down my chin. I’m happy that I ate what I could because it made me feel ever so naughty, and it didn’t taste too bad at all.”

Turning towards me, she kissed me on the lips, and then with her mouth open, she forced her tongue into my mouth. After making sure my tongue got a coating of her saliva, she pulled back and giggled.

She said, “Can you taste it, and does it taste the same as my pussy?”

I knew that she was teasing me all this time, and my stomach was churning.

I struggled to reply. “Yes, I love the taste of you. You are wonderful. You know I’ll do anything for you.”

I was teased and listening to my wife telling me how wonderful her new boyfriend was and how she had done things with him that she had never done with me. She had never sucked my tiny dick, but then, until tonight, I had never sucked or licked her wonderful pussy.

My wife Tina’s married pussy that another man had been fucking only a little while ago, oh, god, what have I allowed? Patting me on the head, Tina said that we should get some sleep to be fresh for tomorrow, whatever she meant by that. She asked me to remove her nylons and garter belt, which I did with loving reverence. I retrieved her long nightgown from the wardrobe and helped her put it on.

Lying next to my darling wife, I was very much aware that there was now no turning back. She was happy at the new turn her life had taken. I was not so happy, but I knew that I would serve her through thick and thin because I loved her unconditionally.

As I drifted towards sleep, I wondered if she would ever suck my little cock, if only to reward me for being her faithful servant.


The following morning, Saturday, I silently crept from our bedroom, carefully closing the door behind me as I left. It felt so typical that I should make my way to the kitchen, and within ten minutes, I had a breakfast tray all ready for my darling wife. Once again, I lovingly cut a fresh rose to add that little bit of color to my morning offering. I knocked on the bedroom door, wearing my new uniform of black satin pajamas and a frilly French maid’s apron. After a few seconds, I heard Tina’s voice.


I nervously opened the door to see my beautiful wife sitting up in bed and smoothing out the bedclothes above her legs so that I could safely lay the tray.

“Thank you, Jamie. This is kind of you. Now would you please run my bath and if you come back in ten minutes you can collect the breakfast dishes for washing. By the way, I would like you to wash my nylons and the rest of my undies by hand. I don’t want them to be put in the washing machine. Close the door as you leave. Oh, and by the way, I like your uniform, but I think we can make it a little more exciting for you though. I’ll let you know what I’m thinking later.”

After picking up her nylons and undies, I backed out of the bedroom; I closed the door as requested. At this juncture, I realized that this was the first morning of my new life as a cuckold. I felt sick, unable to understand my submissive acceptance of my new position fully. It was a strange feeling, knowing that my wife had been with another man and that I had encouraged her to inflict this disgrace on me. She seemed to enjoy telling me how her new lover was bigger and better than me.

I wondered what she meant about my uniform.

I carried out my duties diligently, and before carefully hand washing her nylons and knickers, I automatically put them to my nose and breathed in their fragrance. As I draped them over the central heating radiator to dry, I wondered if she knew that her nylons were badly laddered and would be of no further use to her.

The next few hours quickly passed as I carried out various other duties instructed by my beloved mistress. Tina left me dusting in the lounge, saying she had to go round and see Margaret.

As I was just finishing by mid-afternoon, Tina returned from her visit to Margaret’s. She was looking quite flustered but excited as well. I remarked that she had been away longer than I would have thought. Breathlessly, she said she had something to show me and told me to follow her up to the bedroom. As soon as we were in the room, she ordered me to kneel at her feet.

She then said. “I have a surprise for you, Jamie. Run your hands up my legs as far as you can go.”

Confused, I eagerly did as I was told.

“Oh, my God, Tina, your pussy has been shaved.”

I proceeded to run my hands all around her bottom and her smooth as silk cunt. My actions raised the hem of her skirt so that I could now see the newly shorn object of my desire. I was now in a daze as I leaned forward and kissed it, allowing my tongue and nose to caress the warm, soft hairless skin.

Pushing me back, Tina said. “That’s enough for now, Jamie. You are getting me just a little too excited for this time of day.”

I managed to stutter, “But, how did you do it? I mean, you were over at Margaret’s. Did you take a razor with you?”

“No! silly boy! Margaret mentioned that Carl had said that the only thing that would have improved last night was if I had been shaved. She suggested that we do it there and then. I couldn’t believe my ears when she said that William was an expert at shaving pussy and she would be happy to offer me his services. Before I knew what was happening, I sat with my legs wide apart, with William snipping off my pubic hair with nail scissors.

Margaret had made him strip naked to perform this task which is how he performs this procedure with her. I couldn’t help but notice that he had a little hard-on when he was doing it. It was pretty small, not much bigger than yours.”

I was mortified, the thought that William was given this intimate act to do in preference to me. With a shaking voice, I think I tried to protest that this was not fair, but Tina told me not to be jealous. She would make it up to me later.

She continued, “Once he had clipped all the longer hairs, he lathered me in shaving soap and did a lovely job of shaving me completely down there. Margaret asked me to thank him by stroking his little hard-on for a few moments.”

“Did you?”

“Of course I did. It was the least I could do. Anyway, he was pleased with what I did. He was writhing in ecstasy as I teased his little dick. Margaret had to push me away before he lost control.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I seemed to be the only one not involved in this bizarre performance. Tina then said I wasn’t to think I had been forgotten. Margaret and William would be over shortly to shave me as well! To say I was stunned is, to put it mildly. I was suddenly petrified! Almost immediately, Margaret and William appeared at the door.

With a big smile on her face, Margaret asked me if Tina had given me the big news that I was to join the team, as she put it.

“Let’s not waste any time then. William, take Jamie through to the bathroom, and both of you get stripped. We’ll be through in a couple of minutes after I discuss something with Tina.”

The next twenty minutes or so flashed by in a blur.

Once stripped, William and I just stared at our respective little dicks. I was fascinated by his hairless appendage. It looked so fragile. He eventually smiled and said he would soon have me shaved like the rest.

Entering the bathroom, Tina and Margaret burst out laughing at the two of us standing there naked.

“Come on then, William, get to work,” I heard Margaret’s voice.

William dropped to his knees and snipped away at my pubic hairs, and before I knew it, he was applying shaving foam all over my genitals. He was very efficient with the razor, and soon I was standing there being inspected by Tina and Margaret, both of whom complimented William on a job well done. I couldn’t help snatching a look at myself in the full-length bathroom mirror.

At first, I was taken aback by a sense of nakedness and then the realization that it looked even smaller now that there was no hair. But then I realized that I had a raging little hard-on and must have had it since William first took it in his fingers and manipulated it as he shaved around it. Looking across at him, kneeling there, I noticed that he too was sporting a little hard-on, only a little bigger than mine.

I saw him staring intently at my newly shorn private parts, then he looked up to Margaret, and I saw him raise his eyebrows to ask for her permission. She nodded her head.

Then it happened, so quickly, he moved towards me on his knees and promptly took my rigid tiny penis into his hot wet mouth. Sucking and licking it while looking up into my eyes. I was mortified. The sensation was incredible, but Margaret was determined that it was going no further, and she pulled poor William off me and back onto his feet.

We both laughed in shame as both girls giggled excitedly at our obvious embarrassment. Still laughing, Margaret ordered William to pick up his clothes as they were going home. I remained in the bathroom as Tina showed our visitors out. I was still standing there when she came back in.

She came right up to me and kissed me on the lips. Then she thanked me for allowing myself to be shaved by William, who, she said, obviously enjoyed the whole experience. She had been as shocked as I was when he suddenly took my penis into his mouth and was relieved for my sake when Margaret stopped him before he went too far!

Then, out of the blue, she said, “Oh, by the way, Margaret and I are going out to a party tonight. I’m afraid husbands have not been invited.”

“What about your new boyfriend, Carl?”

“He’s not invited either, so you don’t have to worry about that. Don’t bother putting your clothes back on. I have something else for you to wear when I am out partying or on a date.”

She led me to the bedroom, where I observed items spread out on the bed.

“I’ve decided that your black satin pajamas are not slutty or exciting enough for you while you wait patiently for me to return from a date. So, I’ve put together my uniform choice for you to wear from now on.” She pointed across at the items on the bed and said. “Put them on.”

The first things I recognized were her laddered nylons and the delicate silk knickers she had been wearing when Carl had fucked her. Also on the bed was a short black silk slip with thin shoulder straps lying beside a sexy garter belt. On the floor lay a pair of shiny high heel shoes.

Tina sat down on the edge of the bed and again ordered me, “Put them on. I want to see what you look like.”

I quickly crossed the bed and put on the used nylons and knickers, which felt sensuous against my newly shaven genitals. The slip fitted snugly, but I had more difficulty with the garter belt and getting the nylons just right. I completed my new outfit when I finally slipped into the sexy high heels. I couldn’t help admiring my new self in the mirror, very slutty.

Tina growled sexily. “You look great. Just stay like that while I get ready for tonight’s party.”

Tina had me running around after her while she readied herself for the party. She kept changing her mind about what she would wear. Eventually, she stood in front of me, waiting for my approval. I was in awe at the vision of loveliness which was my wife. I knew what she expected of me, and as I slowly sank to my knees before her, I lavished her with all the words of love that I could think of. Groveling, I proceeded to kiss her dainty feet, only to be brought back to reality by the piercing sound of the front doorbell.

“That’ll be Margaret. Let her in, please, darling.”

“But, I don’t think I want her to see me dressed like this.”

“Don’t be silly. I want her to see you like this. After all, it was her idea that you should be humiliated and made to feel ridiculous. She says that it proves that you now fully accept your position as my slave. Now! Please answer the door and let her in!”

I had never heard Margaret laugh quite loudly as she did when I opened the door to let her in. Once inside, she complimented Tina on coming up with a slutty idea for my new uniform. She loved that I was being made to wear the nylons and knickers that Tina had worn when Carl fucked her.

“Poor Jamie will always be reminded of your first real fucking every time he has to wear his uniform!”

Tina looked pleased with Margaret’s kind words and gave me a peck on the cheek as they left to go to the party. As I watched them drive off, I suddenly realized that I didn’t even know where they were going or when they expected to be back again.

Closing the door, I subconsciously ran my hands between my legs, feeling the warmth from my tiny penis through the silky material of Tina’s sexy knickers.


I spent the best part of the early evening pacing back and forth throughout the house, a nervous wreck. Every time I passed the full-length mirror in the hall, I winced. What a freak I looked! Dressed like a whore. It didn’t even cross my mind to take the tacky clothes off.

Somehow, the time passed, even though I was troubled by my overactive imagination. Oh God, what might she and Margaret be doing right now at this precise moment? I kept getting visions of her at the party. She would be dancing too close with different men, all of them intent and hopeful of being the one she would choose to fuck her. I kept trying not to think about it, but it was impossible.

I think I may have downed a couple of whiskies too many, as, by midnight, I was beginning to bounce off the furniture as I crept around the house. I cannot think of the number of times I must have peered out of the window looking for some sign of her return.

Then all of a sudden, I saw the headlights of a car swing into our street and pull up outside our door. I quickly hid behind the curtains but left enough space to see what was happening. It was a taxicab. Tina got out, followed by a young man who quite brazenly took her in his arms and kissed her in full view of any of our neighbors who might still be up and watching. Their smoldering kiss seemed to last forever. Finally, they made their goodbyes, and he got back into the cab and left.

I was in the hallway, self-consciously standing, when Tina let herself in. Standing a little unsteadily, she suddenly laughed, informing me that I looked like a whore in my slutty get-up. She was more than a little drunk as she stumbled into my outstretched arms. She felt so good. Her warm womanly body pressed up against me. No words were spoken, she lifted her face to mine, inviting me to kiss those luscious lips, and I could not resist. As we passionately kissed, I was aware of Tina sliding her hand down to my crotch, where my tiny penis was rigid with excitement.

Taking it between her thumb and middle finger, she began to frig it through the silky fabric of my knickers. I gasped as she very gently teased my little erection. Then, after a few moments, she increased the momentum, which had me writhing in ecstasy, begging her to stop. I had to pull myself away; otherwise, I would have disgraced myself.

Laughing at my discomfort, Tina pulled me towards the stairs and said, “Come, my little whore, it’s time for you to worship and adore me, slave!”

I released myself from her grip and quickly ran around the house, closing all the room doors and putting off the lights. By the time I got to our bedroom, Tina had removed her outer clothes and was posing provocatively for me in her sexy underwear. She looked gorgeous, a veritable erotic sexual goddess. She knew how to tease me, knowing I would do anything to please her. Moving sensuously towards me, she swayed back and forth as if dancing to music only she could hear.

I was licking my lips in anticipation when she pointed to the floor in front of me. No words were necessary to explain what she meant. I dropped to my knees immediately and waited for her following command. She swayed right up against me, brushing her lower body all over my face and shoulders, moving her hips wantonly, knowing how much she was teasing and tempting me. She wiggled her shapely bottom in my front, and I could feel the heat from her. I was conscious of her heavenly perfume permeating the air.

Then, still swaying around me, she spoke haltingly and slightly slurred. “I just wonder what you’re thinking, my darling husband. Do you think I’ve been a naughty girl again, eh? Do you think I’ve been out shagging another man? You do think that, don’t you?”

I remained silent, not knowing how to answer her. This was probably the drunkest I had ever seen her.

Then, in a sexy but slightly more belligerent voice, she said. “Well, for your information, I did not shag anyone, but I could have if I had wanted to. Margaret suggested that we lead them on a little, you know, to be a couple of cock teasers, and do you know what? I had more offers to go to one of the bedrooms than you have had hot dinners! Ha, ha, ha.”

I cringed and bowed my head in embarrassment. This was not my Tina, not the perfect lady that I knew. She was drunk, not aware of what she was saying.

She continued. “It was so much fun, just knowing they were all trying so hard to impress us. If you’re wondering, the young man who brought me home, Paul, was a complete gentleman. We only kissed, but he made me promise to meet him for a date this Friday night. You don’t mind, do you, sweetie. I think he might be a bit alright. He certainly seems to be pretty well endowed. He kept pressing it against me when we were dancing. It felt so good.”

All of this time, she continued to dance her way around me, determined to tease me to distraction. I’m sure she wasn’t trying to hurt me. I am sure she thought I wanted to hear how sexy she had been at the party. She was pleased with herself, knowing that she had not allowed anyone to take advantage of her. She was also excited about her date for Friday. Then she stopped right in front of me, my face only inches from her pussy. She stood there with her hands on her hips. Then she began to rock back and forward so that her mound bounced against my mouth and nose.

“You like that, don’t you, darling. Smell it, my little whore. Tell me you need to sniff it and taste it. Tell me you need to worship and adore me and that you want me to have any man I want, tell me!”

I managed to nod my head, but that was not good enough.

“Tell me! I want to hear you beg me to cuckold you again!”

I stuttered as I told her that she was the most critical person in the whole world to me and that her needs and wishes were my own.

“Tell me! Tell me! I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it, for God’s sake, do you not understand?”

I had no option but to comply with her demands. Shaking with a mixture of fear and foreboding, I managed to whisper, “I love you, Tina. I love you so much that I want you to cuckold me as often as possible.”

This seemed to satisfy her, for she bent forward and kissed me, gently and lovingly. Then she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me towards the bed. Shuffling along on my knees, I would have fallen on my face if she hadn’t held me up with the firm grip on my hair.

“Margaret says that I am a lucky girl to have you for a husband. You know what? I agree with her. I am going to make sure that you are proud of me. I promise to have an exciting and varied sex life for you so that you can worship and adore me as your goddess.”

Flopping back onto the bed, she sighed and promptly fell asleep. I didn’t know whether to be pleased or relieved. This was not the way my darling would typically behave. This was a completely different person from the girl I knew. I pulled the bed cover over her and sat on the edge of the bed. I undressed, carefully laying out my “uniform” and thinking that I would be wearing it again come Friday.

As I lay down beside my beautiful wife, I had a picture of her kissing her handsome young friend, and I wondered what lay ahead for the three of us this coming Friday night.


The following morning I automatically carried out my duties, and as I served Tina her breakfast in bed, she leaned forward and kissed me.

In a soft, gentle voice, she simply said, “Thank you, my darling, thank you for everything.”

No mention was made about the previous night or anything else. I thought she would bring up the subject when she felt able, but no reference was ever made to the last night’s embarrassing incident.

The following week passed by surprisingly quickly. I suppose I found it quite challenging to concentrate on my work, but my colleagues didn’t notice my nervousness. I kept worrying that maybe one of them would someday find out about the re-arrangement in my marriage situation. It was like a constant thorn in my mind which would not go away. I just couldn’t bear the thought that they would think less of me or make fun of me because I was now a virtual sex slave to my flirtatious young wife. I didn’t want anyone, ever, to find out our secret.

On the other hand, Tina happily spent the week shopping for sexy gear. Margaret, of course, was only too happy to assist her and enthusiastically advise her on every purchase. Although I didn’t know it at the time, Tina’s Friday date, Paul, also joined them for lunch one day. No doubt he was making sure that Tina was not about to change her mind about Friday.

I was a bundle of nerves at work all day Friday, but somehow I managed to make it through the day. Leaving my job, I wondered what my colleagues would think if they knew that I was going home to help my wife get ready for a date with a young man. A young man who would already be on a high knowing he would fuck the woman of his dreams, my wife!

I was almost physically sick with worry and dread. The journey home in the car went without incident, which is surprising as my mind wasn’t precisely focused on my driving. Thinking about it now, I can’t remember the journey! I almost tripped in my haste to cover the distance between our garage and our front door. Once safely inside, I shouted to let Tina know I was home. Then I noticed the message lying on the bottom tread of the stair leading to our bedroom. Picking it up, I read it aloud: “Jamie, your uniform is in the downstairs bathroom. Put it on before you come up to help me get ready.”

Opening the bathroom door, I saw that Tina had laid each item neatly on the floor. I immediately removed my clothes, hanging them on the hook behind the door. Ten minutes later, I stood gazing at the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Oh God, dressed in sexy, slutty underwear, I looked ridiculous, but I enjoyed what I saw strangely.

Before climbing the stairs, I went to our drinks cabinet and poured myself a good measure of Scotch whiskey. Without savoring the exquisite taste, I hurriedly gulped it down as quickly as possible. The burning sensation was unbelievable, so a tumbler full of water quickly followed the potent nectar. Gripping the railing, I slowly climbed the stairs, glassy-eyed and trembling with excitement. Nervously, I knocked on the bedroom door, which was closed. After a few seconds, I heard Tina’s response.


Turning the doorknob, I pushed it open, and there, lying on the bed completely naked, was my beloved and beautiful wife.

“Jamie, oh Jamie, you do look so very slutty in your nice sexy uniform. You do like it, don’t you?”

I managed to stutter that I would wear it for her pleasure as it was her choice.

“Come over to the side of the bed so I can examine you.”

I tottered over on my high heels and stood beside her. She stretched out her hand and brushed its back against the slight bulge in my knickers. It had the desired effect. My tiny dick soon jumped to attention, at which point she chuckled sexily.

“You like that, don’t you, you little tart. I’m beginning to feel that you do like the idea of me enjoying being fucked. It takes a little getting used to, you know, knowing that I can give you so much pleasure by having so much naughty pleasure myself. Now, time to get ready.”

Standing up, she instructed me to get her the sexy red silk knickers from her underwear drawer and help her to put them on. I immediately did as I was told, and I knelt and held them so that she could slip her dainty feet through the opening. I shivered as I pulled them up to her legs and finally plucked the waist elastic as she filled her panties to perfection.

I could see the shape of her incredibly sexy and hairless pussy, and I instinctively kissed the prominent mound and breathed in the heavenly perfume. I was allowed to help her put on all of her sexy underwear, which excited me beyond belief. When she finally stood up and spun around, like a beautiful model posing on the catwalk, I just gazed at her in abject adoration. I hadn’t realized how quickly the time had flown by, and I was brought back to reality by the strident, almost piercing sound of the telephone ringing.

“Answer that, darling.”

I did as I was told. “Hello.”

“Oh, hi Jamie, it’s Margaret here. Put me on to Tina, please.”

I handed the phone to Tina, who was expecting the call. They chatted, as women do, concluding with Tina saying that she would be with Margaret in a couple of minutes. Retrieving her coat from the cupboard, she held it up for me to assist her in putting it on.

“Put your coat on too, Jamie. You’re coming with me. Margaret says that this will also be a special occasion for you tonight. I’m not sure what she means, but I’m sure she will tell you when we get there. She is giving me her guest suite again for this date with Paul. She is a wonderful friend.”

Margaret’s house is next to ours, so we walked smartly round to her large and exciting home, having put on sensible shoes. Once safely inside, Margaret urged us to change our shoes and remove our coats as Paul was expected imminently. I stood there, feeling very conspicuous and ashamed in my grotty gear, as Margaret praised Tina for looking so gorgeous.

At that moment, William appeared wearing his uniform of black satin pajamas, and he graciously welcomed us to their abode.

“William, take Jamie down to the dungeon and make him comfortable. I’ll be down shortly.”

I heard the words being spoken by Margaret with a mixture of fear and horror and wondered what fate awaited me as William took me by the arm and led me down to the basement. I was surprised by the size of the place and the warren of corridors, all with doors firmly closed.

William stopped beside a vivid red door, which he opened with a key. He reached in and switched on the lighting, which was very low and atmospheric. As my eyes got used to the soft lighting, I saw that the room was furnished as a great dungeon. Everything seemed to be colored red or black, and the black carpet had a bottomless pile giving one a feeling of comfortable luxury. However, the place was furnished with torture items, such as chairs with manacles for wrists and ankles and all kinds of restraints. There were also whips hanging on the walls and lying on the floor, no doubt for a show, I hoped.

William had not spoken up till then, but now he firmly told me to put my hands into leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Stupidly, I just did what he told me, and I was helpless, standing there with my hands manacled above my head. I was more than a little frightened and said to William that I thought things had gone far enough and that he should release me immediately.

He said he couldn’t release me as Margaret had instructed him to put me in these manacles. He spoke as if he was apologizing, but I suspected he was secretly enjoying my discomfort. Before I could remonstrate further, Margaret entered the room. She immediately smacked my bottom with her open hand. It stung, making me cry out.

“Quiet! You are a fortunate boy to have a sexy wife like Tina, and I have decided to let you see how much she is enjoying her newfound freedom. You will do what I tell you to do exactly and only speak when I permit you. Nod your head if you accept that I am in charge here and that you will do whatever I decide.”

I nodded my head. Although I wanted to tell her to release me, I knew that was futile.

“That’s better, Jamie. Now, I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. Tina and Paul are having a drink together in the guest suite, which has several concealed CCTV cameras that can be controlled from this room. However, through this doorway here, there is a walk-in cupboard. I have converted it into a viewing room. In the guest suite bedroom, you see, there is a full-length wall mirror. The sort they have in police interview rooms. Yes, I can see that you’ve guessed where this is leading. It’s a two-way mirror. We can see them, but they can’t see or hear us because of the excellent sound insulation.”

Before going through to the viewing room, Margaret demonstrated how accurate the CCTV cameras were. She opened a drawer to expose a console that operated the system. Clicking a few switches, three large monitors lit up on the wall opposite where I stood with my arms stretched above my head. Uncomfortable as I was, I found that I could not help looking at the images of Tina and her lover in the guest suite. Margaret turned up the volume, and we heard everything they were saying very clearly. She zoomed in close to where they were sitting. I was taken aback when I realized that Tina was stroking Paul’s inner thigh, and he was rubbing her exposed breast. Margaret gave a little sigh and commented that they weren’t wasting any time getting down to business.

“William, help me remove my dress so that I can be more comfortable and relaxed while we watch Tina getting what she can’t get at home. Are you listening, Jamie? ”

I watched William obediently assisting Margaret in removing her expensive dress.

She stepped out of it and stood posing proudly so that William and I could gaze on her undoubted beauty. She looked magnificent, her long dark hair framing her beautiful face. She stood there in her fabulous sexy underwear, all in black stockings, bra, and sheer black silk knickers. Her shiny black patent leather stilettos set off her shapely legs to perfection. The striking commanding presence hypnotized William and me that she exuded, and William sank to his knees in worship.

Telling him to get up, she said, “Release Jamie. I think we can trust him not to step out of line. I think his main focus of attention is what is going on next door!”

William knowingly smiled as he undid my bonds. He then ushered me towards the viewing cupboard, letting his hand caress my bottom through the sensual silk of my slip and knickers. I shivered in shock, but he did not do anything else untoward, and I wondered if I had imagined the whole thing.

Once the three of us were in the viewing area, I knew how small and cramped it was. There was only one chair which Margaret duly claimed before instructing us to stand on either side of her. It was also quite dark and almost airless. Margaret told William to pull back the curtain which covered the two-way mirror, and we were suddenly bathed in the warm light from the bedside lamps in the adjoining room. My eyes were immediately drawn to the lovers standing at the foot of the bed. They were slowly undressing each other. My mouth felt dry as I tried to see and hear all of what was happening in the guest suite. They were gazing at each other with lust-laden eyes as they caressed.

My lovely wife was destined to be this man’s whore for as long as he wanted her. I was brought back to reality when Margaret huskily whispered that I was a fortunate boy and that I was about to see my wife getting a real and proper fucking. It was the way she said it that upset me a little. She seemed so smug and pleased that it was she who had brought them together and that she had met there, being made to watch as her virtual prisoner.

Margaret was going to enjoy making me suffer. I would have to witness my darling wife being willingly seduced and ravished by her young and eager lover.

I wasn’t sure that I could bear the pain.


The End.


*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.

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