Cuckold husband - Dominant Wife story
The Essence of Love Ch. 2
by Wayne C. Rogers
It was almost five-thirty when I arrived home from work. I entered the house and walked into the kitchen to check today’s mail. Carolyn had left it on the kitchen table for me to see. She usually got home between three-thirty and four o’clock. Since there was nothing important in the mail, I went upstairs to find out how my wife’s day had gone.
I went up the staircase and down the short hallway to her bedroom. The bedroom door was open, and I could hear soft music coming from her entertainment center. As I stepped into the master bedroom, I saw Carolyn standing at the dresser bureau, gazing into its mirror as she applied red lipstick to her full, sensuous lips. She was dressed in sheer black pantyhose, a black-laced pushup bra (not that she really needed one), and black leather stiletto-heeled shoes. Seeing my reflection in the mirror, Carolyn smiled at me as she finished with her lips.
“How was work?’ she asked, putting down the tube of lipstick and picking up a brush to comb her long, dark hair.
“Not too bad,” I answered. I walked over to her and then knelt down on the floor so that I could run my hands up her stocking-covered legs and kiss her perfectly rounded bottom. “Are you going out?”
“Yes,” Carolyn replied, giggling like a little girl as she felt my lips and tongue meandering up the backside of her right leg and buttock.
“Do you have a date?”
“Yes.”
I moved my attention to her left buttock, tenderly kissing it while my hand slid up between her legs. My fingers gripped her womanhood through the crotch of her pantyhose, and I suddenly felt an intense desire to pull my wife down to the carpeted floor and make love to her.
“Be careful,” she warned. “I haven’t given you permission to sexually touch me.”
“I can’t help myself. I want to make long, passionate love to you.”
“If you don’t take your hand from my crotch, I’m going to whip you.”
Even though I could now feel a slippery dampness between her legs and knew that she was enjoying my attention, I removed my hand. There was a serious tone in her voice that told me she was looking for an excuse to punish me. It had been nearly seven weeks since my last whipping. My Mistress was getting a little edgy. She didn’t like to go too long without exercising her authority. Though she’d never admit it, Carolyn loved to take me down to our soundproof basement, hang me up by my wrists so that only my toes were touching the floor, and whip me until I begged for mercy. She was quite good with a riding crop; and, given enough time, could break any man. As much as I loved and worshipped my wife, I was also a little scared of her. There was a sense of darkness to her personality that seemed to thrive on having absolute control over the male species. She knew that a man could be controlled quite easily with love, sex, or pain. Carolyn liked to use all three on me. It kept the structure of our marriage solid and me submissive to her needs and desires.
“Are you going out with Jonathan again?” I asked, kissing her bottom one last time and then standing up beside her. She’d been dating Jonathan for a couple of weeks. In fact, they’d just been together last night.
“Did I give you permission to stand up, Daniel?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Then get back down on the floor,” she commanded. “I like you on your knees. If more husbands learned to kneel before their wives, there’d be less divorces in this country.”
I got back down on my knees and placed my forehead to the floor like a good slave. After a moment or two, Carolyn turned around and touched me with the toe of her right shoe. I raised my head, stared at her foot for a second, and then did what was expected of me. I kissed the toe of her shoe with reverence, acknowledging that she was my Mistress and that I her slave.
“Yes,” she said. “My foot is all you deserve you kiss today. When you’ve earned the right, I’ll allow you to kiss my ass like a good husband.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Carolyn went over to her walk-in closet, opened its doors, and stepped inside to look for an outfit to wear. She came out a few minutes later with a simple leather skirt (my wife loves to wear leather), a light-blue, long-sleeved silk blouse, and a wide light-blue belt to accent it. Walking back over to the dresser bureau, Carolyn handed me the skirt and belt to momentarily hold so that she could put on the blouse. She quickly slipped it on and buttoned the front. I gave her the leather skirt, watching as she stepped into it and then tucked the bottom half of the blouse inside it, before zipping up the back. I handed her the belt, and she buckled it around her slim waist. Turning in front of the mirror, my wife examined herself to make sure her appearance was perfect.
It was.
“Is it someone new?” I asked.
“Yes, it is,” she said. “Remember me mentioning the lawyer who e-mailed me last week?”
“Vaguely. You’ve received about a hundred e-mails since putting up your page on Love@aol a month ago.”
My wife had wanted to meet a particular type of man to date. Newspaper ads hadn’t worked, nor had meeting people at her place of business. She’d decided to put an ad on the AOL website. I took a sexy picture of her with our digital camera, assisted her in answering the questions on the web page, and helped her to come up with specifications for the type of man she wanted to have an affair with. The ad ran something like this: “Very attractive, dominant, married female seeks lover to fulfill my fantasies. Must be intelligent, open-minded, have a love for adventure, be well endowed, and most importantly be willing to please me in whatever way I demand. I’m open to either a short-term or long-term relationship.”
Carolyn had gone out with three men before finally meeting Jonathan. She and Jonathan seemed to hit it off on the first date. He was handsome, in good physical condition, certainly well endowed, capable of making love several times in an evening, relaxed with the idea of the husband being nearby, and at times very submissive to my wife. She liked a man who knew his place in the scheme of things. One lover, however, would never be enough.
“Well, his name’s Richard,” she said. “He has a law practice here in the city. We’ve e-mailed each other at least a dozen times, and he’s sent me some really sexy scenarios of what would happen on our dates. Anyway, I read one of his e-mails this morning before I went to work and decided to meet with him tonight for drinks. Do you think he’s going to find me attractive?”
“Darling,” I said. “Every man you meet falls in love with you. Of course, he’s going to find you attractive and desirable. He probably won’t able to keep his hands off of you.”
“Let’s hope.”
“Where are you meeting him at?”
“Cleopatra’s Barge at Caesars,” Carolyn answered as she stepped over to the bed and picked up a small black purse that was lying on the corner edge. She opened the purse to make sure that everything she needed was inside and then snapped it closed. “I have to get going. I’m supposed to meet him there at 6:30.”
“You’d better hurry, then.”
I stood up and walked my wife downstairs. As I opened the front door for her, she kissed me lightly on the cheek.
“I want you to clean the kitchen floor while I’m gone,” she stated.
“I mopped it last night when you went out with Jonathan,” I said.
“I want you to wash the floor the hard way. That’s means getting down on your hands and knees and cleaning each tile individually, plus using a toothbrush on the grout.”
The kitchen floor was big!
“It’ll take me at least two-or-more hours to do that,” I moaned.
“I know,” Carolyn said, smiling mischievously at me. “It’ll keep you busy till I get home. It turns me on knowing that you’re hard at work around the house while I’m on a date with another man.”
“Yeah.”
“Think of me while you’re working,” she teased. “Imagine Richard’s hand sliding up my skirt as we sit at a table, having a cocktail and flirting with each other. Maybe I’ll bring him home with me tonight. That should keep you excited.”
Carolyn kissed me again and then headed out the door. I watched her walk to the car in the driveway, her hips swinging seductively under the tight leather skirt. My wife was definitely a magnet for drawing men. I thanked God that I was the type of husband who enjoyed his wife’s infidelities. That one fact made us ideally suited for each other. It would’ve been a hard life, otherwise.
Closing the door behind me, I went into the kitchen and got a bucket out from under the sink, along with a plastic bottle of Spic and Span, a sponge, a used toothbrush, a pair of rubber gloves, and a handful of dry towels. I poured some of the cleaner into the bucket, put the bucket under the sink faucet, and turned on the hot water. As the bucket filled with water, I carried the chairs to the kitchen table out into the hallway. I came back into the kitchen and thought about my battle plan. Turning off the water, I decided that it might be best to start from the far side of the kitchen and work my way back to the hall. I carried the bucket of hot, soapy water over there, laid a towel down on the floor so that I could kneel on it, then went back to the kitchen counter and got the other towels, the sponge, and the toothbrush.
This is a job for a slave! I thought, smiling to myself.
I was two-and-a-half hours into the job and just about finished when I heard the front door open, followed by the sound of voices. A minute passed, then I heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the hallway. Glancing behind me, I saw Carolyn and Richard stopping at the entrance to the kitchen.
“This is Daniel, my husband,” Carolyn said to her new boyfriend.
I took off the rubber glove on my right hand and then stood up to shake hands with him.
“I’m Richard,” he said, taking a step into the kitchen and extending his hand out to me. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Same here,” I replied as we shook hands.
“You’ve done a wonderful job on the floor,” my wife stated.
“That’s what a slave’s for.”
“Yes, it is,” she agreed. “Now, why don’t you come into the living room and make us a couple of drinks.”
I nodded my head, took off the other glove, dropped both of the gloves to the floor, and followed them into the living room. As Carolyn and Richard made themselves comfortable on the couch, I walked over to the far side of the living room where the bar was located.
“What would you like to drink?” I asked.
“I’ll have a whiskey sour,” Richard answered.
“And I’ll have a gin and tonic,” my wife replied.
As I made the two drinks for them, they started talking to each other as if I wasn’t even there. Carolyn explained in detail about our marriage, telling Richard that she was the Mistress of the house and free to date whomever she desired. I, on the other hand, was the slave and not permitted to have sex without her explicit permission. She told him about our dungeon in the basement and the things she’d often do to me as punishment and for her pleasure. He seemed genuinely curious about our Mistress/slave relationship and asked a number of poignant questions. All of this was naturally stuff I’d have thought she would have told him in the e-mails, or least on their date tonight when they were at Cleopatra’s Barge. Of course, knowing Carolyn, she probably wanted to humiliate me a little by going over these things in my presence. That would certainly help him to understand the scope of our relationship and where my place in this sexual triangle was to be. It would also make him feel more comfortable in taking another man’s wife, especially with the husband not too far away.
I finished with the two drinks.
As I stepped out from behind the bar and walked over to the front of the couch to hand them their drinks, I saw that Carolyn’s leather skirt had slid back quite a bit, revealing a considerable bit of upper thigh. I also noticed that Richard had his right hand resting nonchalantly on her left leg. When I handed Carolyn her drink, he began to move the tips of his fingers along the inside of her thigh, teasing her with his touch. She looked up at me with a playful smile upon her face and then uncrossed her legs to allow him greater access.
“You can set my drink down on the coffee table,” he said.
As I set the glass of whiskey on top of the table, I watched as Richard’s hand slid casually between my wife’s legs. She then turned sideways on the couch and reached over to kiss him passionately on the lips. As the kiss continued, he quickly switched hands, placing his left one fully against the crotch of her pantyhose, gently rubbing the soft mound of cotton that hid the portal to her soul. Carolyn wasted no time in grabbing hold of the huge erection in the front of his pants with her right hand, stroking it with an urgency that left no doubt in anyone’s mind exactly what she wanted.
I went back into the kitchen to complete my work. It would be a lie if I said that I didn’t have an erection of my own. What I’d seen had excited me. That was the whole idea. My wife was playing to me, her willing audience. It added to her excitement when she knew that I was either watching or listening to her lovemaking.
We are such a wicked couple! I thought.
Getting back on my knees in the kitchen, I finished scrubbing each piece of white tile and cleaning the grout between the sections of tile. That took about twenty minutes. As I stood up at the entranceway to the kitchen and stretched my back, I suddenly heard the sounds of Carolyn moaning with obvious pleasure. I could also hear Richard vaguely saying something to her and then my wife replying loudly.
I walked quietly down the short hallway, stuck my heard around the corner, and looked into the living room. I saw Carolyn and Richard lying on the floor, having sex. My wife was on the bottom with her skirt bunched up around her waist. Her blouse was unbuttoned down the front and her brassiere had been pulled down below her firm breasts so that her new lover could kiss and fondle them. It appeared as if Richard had anxiously torn out the crotch of her pantyhose in order to quickly penetrate her. She was still wearing them, and he was on top, between her legs with his pants and underwear draped around his ankles, thrusting his hard cock deeply into her body. Her stocking-covered legs were pulled up along the sides of his body like question marks to give him greater access…to allow him to fill her as fully as possible. I could hear my wife whispering the words “Do it!” over and over again to him, urging this man to fuck her harder and to ejaculate his load of semen into the confines of her womb. Carolyn’s face was turned in my direction, but her eyes were closed. I saw an expression of intensity etched across her flushed features and knew that she was enjoying what was being done. She was totally in the moment…her body responding to millions of years of evolution. I was surprised when her eyes unexpectedly opened. There was a dream-like quality in them that told me an orgasm was swiftly approaching. The expression on her face said it all. She was engulfed within a rapture of incredible pleasure as Richard took her right there in the living room, knowing that her husband was in the nearby kitchen, on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor for her. If the female species eventually had their way, this would be the plight of all husbands. It wouldn’t matter to those of us who thrived on being cuckolded by their wives and wanted to serve them on our hands and knees as true slaves; but, for other men, it would be paramount to a prison sentence with the wife assuming the role as warden.
In time, Carolyn’s eyes focused enough to see me standing at the entrance to the living room, watching as another man fucked her. A slight smile began to form on her lips as she gripped Richard more tightly with her arms and legs. Slowly, her eyes closed again.
Several moments passed, then:
“Yessssss!” my wife screamed, shaking her head wildly from side-to-side as an immense orgasm exploded within her body. She held onto her lover for dear life, riding the waves of ecstasy, feeling the thrusts of his organ increase in speed as it drove deeper into her. Pressing her red lips up against his right ear, she said: “Do it now!”
Richard needed no encouragement. He was already at the point of his own orgasm. Arching his back, he drove his massive erection one last time into my wife, burying it up to the hilt, filling her completely, ejaculating his seed into the core of her being, bringing her to one more orgasm with the power of his manhood.
“Oh, God, nooooooo!” Carolyn moaned.
It was time for me to finish up with my work. I went back into the kitchen and emptied the bucket of dirty water into the sink, then put everything back into the cabinet below. I carried the chairs back to the kitchen and placed them around the table. After that, I didn’t know what to do. There was no way for me to get upstairs without going through the living room, and I didn’t want to disturb my wife and her boyfriend. So, I simply sat down at the table and waited.
Thirty minutes must’ve passed before I finally heard the front door being opened and then a few seconds later being closed. Getting up from the kitchen table, I walked down the hall and met Carolyn coming towards me. She’d smoothed her skirt back down, but her blouse was still unbuttoned.
“I saw you watching us,” she said, smiling shyly at me. “I should you whip for that.”
“Promises, promises,” I replied.
“Wait till you get home from work on Saturday night and I have you hanging by your wrists in the dungeon. You’ll be singing a different tune then.”
“I hope so.”
Carolyn and I had different days off. Her weekend was on Thursday and Friday, and mine was on Sunday and Monday. My weekend was usually spent cleaning house and washing clothes, while hers was spent having fun and going out on dates. She liked it that way.
“That’s was fun,” she said.
“Will you be seeing him again?”
“What do you think?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Richard’s coming over tomorrow,” my wife stated. “Since he doesn’t have any court appearances to make, he hopes to be finished at the office by lunch time. He’s going to come over and spend the afternoon making love to me. That should give you something to fantasize about while you’re at work.”
“I probably won’t get a thing done all day.”
Carolyn moved into my arms and kissed me softly on the lips. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said. “I’m still terribly aroused. I need to feel your tongue between my legs, pleasing me as only a good slave can.”
“As you wish,” I replied.
We went upstairs to my wife’s bedroom. I thought she was going to undress, but I was wrong. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and sat down on the end of her bed with her legs spread.
“Get down on your hands and knees,” she ordered.
I obeyed the woman I loved.
“Now, crawl over here and beg for this wonderful pleasure.”
I crawled to my wife with head bowed in submission. “Please, Mistress,” I begged in a near whisper. “Allow me the pleasure of serving you in whatever way you might demand.”
“You may place your mouth to my body and service me with that delicious tongue of yours,” she said.
I moved between Carolyn’s legs, kissing the inside of her thighs as I slowly worked my way to the tear in her pantyhose. As I placed my lips to the moist wetness of her vagina, I tasted her new lover’s semen for the first time. It was salty and pungent, and there was a lot of it. My wife moaned as she gripped the back of my head with her hands and pulled me into her, demanding absolute satisfaction. I serviced her for nearly an hour, bringing her to several powerful orgasms. We finally ended up on the floor with her riding my face like a mad woman, commanding me to eat all of it.
I did.
Afterwards, I ran a hot bubble bath for her. I lit some perfumed candles and put on some soft “space” music by Steve Roach. When she was resting comfortably in the water, I saved her legs and then bathed her with a sponge.
“What are you going to do about the date you had planned with Jonathan?” I asked as Carolyn stepped out of the tub.
“I’ll switch it over to Friday night,” she said. “There’s a chance Richard might end up staying over tomorrow. It’ll be better if I simply reschedule things with Jonathan.”
I took a towel and began to dry off my wife. When I was finished, we went back into the bedroom and I gave her a massage, using an expensive body lotion to keep her skin from becoming dry in the desert heat. She gradually drifted off to sleep while I was working on her legs. Not wanting to wake her up, I covered Carolyn with the bedspread and then turned off the lights in the bedroom.
Returning to my room, I went to bed with thoughts of tomorrow on my mind. I felt aroused with the knowledge that Richard would be making love to my wife all afternoon while I was at work. It somehow seemed perfect. I knew that other people would probably have a hard time understanding our marriage. Carolyn and I, however, had the perfect relationship. There was never a fear of adultery. I wanted my wife to have her affairs. It helped to make our sexual fantasies fulfilled beyond our wildest dreams. Each of us was therefore getting exactly what we needed and desired from the marriage. Few married couples could honestly say that. And perhaps most importantly, we not only loved each other, but were also very close friends. There were no secrets between us. We knew the darkest areas of each other’s mind and it was okay. We never had to worry about rejection or feel insecure about the other’s feelings. Last, but not least, I worshipped my wife and would gladly die to protect her from harm. She knew and understood that fully within the parameters of her heart. How many women could say that about their husbands?
Not many.
I took a deep breath and attempted to relax. There was to be no sexual release for me tonight. Carolyn would know if I’d masturbated, and the punishment would be harsh. I forced myself to shift my thoughts away from her and Richard and to think of other things. After fifteen minutes of counting sheep, sleep finally arrived, allowing me to enter the graceful state of dreamtime.
Cuckold husband - Dominant Wife story part 3
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