Cuckold husband - Dominant Wife story

The Essence of Love Ch. 3

by Wayne C. Rogers

Thursday morning was terrible.

Each minute seemed like an hour with the seconds ticking away at a snail's pace. The only thing I could think of was Richard spending the afternoon with my wife, Carolyn, at our home, making love to her while I was at work. I found myself to be both jealous and sexually aroused at the same time, remembering the scene from last night when they were lying on the living room floor, having sex, knowing that I was nearby and yet, not caring.

When one o'clock finally arrived and I went on my lunch break, I quickly headed to a payphone and called my wife at home. I listened as the telephone rang several times before being picked up by Carolyn.

"Hello?" she said.

"It's me," I said. "How's everything going?"

"It's going great, darling," Carolyn replied. "Richard got here about an hour ago. We had sex first. Now, I'm making him some lunch."

"I didn't think he was coming over till after one o'clock."

"He couldn't wait. You know how men are when they're horny."

"Yes, I do."

"Would you like to say hi to him?" she asked. "He's standing here behind me. In fact, Richard's got his arms wrapped around me with one hand on my left breast. He's pinching my nipple and kissing me on the side of the neck." There was a moment of silence, followed by a giggle of obvious delight. "I can feel his erection pressing up against me. I think he wants to take me right here in the kitchen. Maybe we'll skip lunch."

"I've got to go," I said. "I'll see you this evening."

"No," Carolyn said. "I want you to take an early out from work. You haven't done that in a long time, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"An early out?"

"Yes."

"How early?"

"I want you home by three o'clock," she stated.

"I thought Richard was going to spend the entire afternoon with you."

"He is," my wife laughed. "When you get home, I want you to take a quick bath and shave your legs."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. After you finish with that, you're to put on that sexy French maid's outfit I bought for you several months ago."

"The maid's outfit?" The hand holding the receiver was starting to shake just a little. "You want me to put it on with Richard there?

"Yes, Daniel. I'm going to have you cook dinner for us; and, who knows, maybe some other things as well."

"What other things?"

"You'll find out when you get home."

"I don't know if I'll be able to leave early," I lied.

"You'd better be here by three o'clock or else," Carolyn warned. "Every minute that you're late is going to earn you a cut of the riding crop. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"When you put on the maid's outfit, I expect you to be wearing the white ruffled panties and black nylons."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, feeling my heart sink. I didn't like the idea of being made to dress up as a woman, especially in front of my wife's new boyfriend. It would take away what little manhood I still possessed. "Anything else?"

"Make sure you put on some makeup. I want to see your lips covered with blood-red lipstick. Richard will enjoy that."

"Yes, Mistress."

"And don't forget to put on that black Bettie Page wig. We can't have you looking too butch."

"Is that all?"

"Tonight, you're going to find out exactly what it means to be a slave," she said matter-of-factly. "You will obey me, no matter how humiliating the command. I'm going to test your submission and your love for me."

"I have to go."

"Don't be late, Daniel."

I heard the sound of Richard saying something to her, followed by a loud laugh before the telephone was hung up.

I replaced the receiver in its cradle and stood there for a few seconds trying to get my thoughts in order. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was 1:15. I'd have to leave work by two-thirty in order to make it home by three. The first thing I needed to do was to ask my supervisor for an early out. After that, the best thing to do would be to simply keep my mind off of Carolyn and Richard for as long as I could.

My immediate supervisor said no problem to the early out.

Because I wanted the time to drag along, the next hour proved to be the fastest of my life. When two-thirty came, I shook my head at the speed of its arrival, took a deep breath to calm my nerves, and drove home with strong feelings of trepidation.

When I got to the house and went inside, I saw a note on the kitchen table from Carolyn. It was short and to the point, explaining that the clothes she wanted me to wear were lying on my bed, and that she expected me to be dressed and ready by four o'clock. I was to come to her bedroom at that time and knock on the door for permission to enter.

I laid the note back down on the table, took a deep breath in a futile effort to relax, and headed upstairs to my bedroom. As I stepped into the hallway of the second landing, I stopped for a moment and glanced to my left. I saw that the door to Carolyn's bedroom was closed. I stood there and quietly listened for any sounds of activity that might be coming from her room, but there was nothing but silence. My wife and her new lover were probably asleep, worn out from a full afternoon of sex.

Shaking my head at the situation I was in, I walked down to my room and immediately saw the feminine clothes laid out on the bed. There was the black silk maid's outfit with its short, ruffled skirt and sleeves, a white petticoat, and a white apron to match. Beside the outfit was a pair of white silk ruffled panties, a pair of black nylons, a black corset with hanging garters tabs, and a maid's hat. On the floor, next to the bed, was a pair of black stiletto-heeled shoes. I entered the bedroom and saw the black Bettie Page wig resting comfortably on top of a mannequin's head on the dresser bureau. Next to the wig was an assortment of make-up for me to put on, not to mention perfume.

There was no way out of this.

To disobey my Mistress would result in severe punishment.

I quickly undressed and then went into the bathroom across the hall. I turned on the water in the tub. While the tub was filling up, I went over to the sink and shaved my face. By the time I finished shaving the tub was full. I climbed into the tub of hot water and slowly sat down. Applying some shaving cream to my right leg, I took the razor and began to carefully shave my leg. I knew what Carolyn expected of me. She'd had me do this once before when a party was thrown for several dominant women that she knew. My wife had made me dress up as a French maid and wait on them. I shaved my entire leg, from the tips of the toes to the very top of the thigh, and even the area around my buttocks. When I finished with the right leg, I started on the left one. After that was completed, I shaved my armpits. Opening the tub's drain so the water could run out, I then stood up and took a quick shower to wash the tiny hairs off of me. Climbing out of the bathtub, I dried myself off with a thick towel and then put on some body lotion so that my skin wouldn't be too dry.

Once I was back in my bedroom, I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and saw that it was 3:30.

My allotted time was running out.

I moved over to the side of the bed, picked up the black corset, and put it on backwards so that I could fasten the half-dozen eyehooks running up and down the back of it. I then turned the tight-fitting piece of lingerie (I could hardly breathe with it on) around so that it was facing in the correct direction on my body. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I put on each of the black nylons, fastened them to the garter tabs, and then put on the stiletto-heeled shoes. Standing back up, I took the pair of white panties and stepped into them, sliding the silky fabric up my legs and over my hips. I hate to say it, but I actually found myself becoming a little aroused by what I was doing.

Deciding that it might be best if I put on the make-up first before I finished dressing, I went over to the dresser bureau to see what Carolyn had left me. There was a small jar of skin-tone base, a small plastic container of rouge, some eye shadow, a tube of blood-red lipstick, and a bottle of perfume. I glanced at the clock again and saw that it was now 3:43.

Damn!

I stared into the mirror on the bureau as I took the base and began to rub a light amount of it onto my face, covering every inch until I had somewhat of a natural appearance. I put some eye shadow on my upper lids, then a little bit rouge on my cheeks. As I put the lipstick on, I couldn't help but wonder if Carolyn was planning to have me perform oral sex on Richard. She'd threatened me more than once with this particular form of humiliation. So far, I'd managed to escape having to sexually submit to any of her lovers, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to eventually happen. After I finished putting the lipstick on, I took the bottle of perfume and sprayed some on the sides of my neck and then on the back of my knees. I'd seen my wife do this on countless occasions.

Walking back over to the bed, I picked up the maid's outfit and stepped into it, wiggling it up over my hips and sliding my arms through the short sleeves. Zipping up the back of the outfit, however, proved to be nearly impossible. I wasted several minutes getting it done.

The time was now 3:55.

I put on the wig and the maid's hat, then backed away from the mirror to get a better look at myself. I won't say that I was passable as a female, but I sure as hell looked a lot better than some of the guys I'd seen in drag at costume parties and fetish conventions.

"Show time!" I said at loud, offering the image in the mirror a nervous smile.

Leaving my bedroom, I went down to the end of the hallway and knocked hesitantly on Carolyn's door.

"You may enter," she called out from inside the bedroom.

I opened the door and walked into my wife's bedroom, trying not to wobble too much in the high heels and keeping my hands behind me so that they wouldn't see them shaking. This was definitely one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do since marrying Carolyn. I felt embarrassed and humiliated to the very core of my being, not to mention the gradual slipping away of what little manhood I possessed. It was difficult to appear masculine when standing in front of your wife's lover, dressed in a skimpy French maid's outfit with nylons and white ruffled panties. No man was ever going to take you seriously. They would see you simply as a joke to the male species, to be used in whatever format the Mistress of the house demanded. They would see your wife as there for the taking, understanding her need to have a real man making love to her.

I stopped in front of the king-size bed with bowed head, not wanting to make eye contact with my wife's lover.

"Your husband actually looks rather attractive in his maid's outfit," Richard commended. He suddenly laughed. "Hell, I wouldn't mind bending him over and using him for my pleasure."

"Really?" Carolyn asked.

"Absolutely," her lover replied. "His legs are almost as beautiful as yours."

"I don't think so."

"Sure they are. Have him turn around."

"Please turn around, Danielle," my wife ordered. "Richard wants to get a better look at you."

Danielle?

Why the hell was my wife calling me Danielle?

Keeping my head bowed, I obeyed my Mistress and turned slowly around so that her lover could get his eyes full. I knew my face was turning a bright shade of red at the things Stuart was saying about me.

"Have him bend over and pull the back of his skirt up so that I can see how nice his ass looks," Richard said.

"Do as my lover demands, Danielle," Carolyn stated. "Let's see how pretty your bottom is."

I bent over and lifted up the back of my outfit so that they could get a better view of my bottom and the ruffled panties. I gritted my teeth in embarrassment and growing anger, not understanding why my wife was doing this to me. It was as if her personality had suddenly changed to a larger degree the moment she got involved with this guy, displaying the cruel side of her nature.

"Yes," Richard said in excitement. "Stay in that position, slave."

I heard him get off of the bed and walked around to where I was standing. He moved behind me and placed his hand on my buttocks, running it lightly over the back of my panties. His then hand slid down between my legs, caressing me with its soft touch. I found myself becoming aroused again. He pulled his hand away and then gripped my hips as he pressed his genitals against my backside, rubbing his limp penis against the panties, pressing it into the narrow split between my buttocks. I could feel him gradually getting hard with excitement, and I became worried that this was leading to something I didn't want.

"Stand up," he ordered.

I did.

Richard pressed his growing erection against my buttocks as he moved his right hand to the front of my panties. He felt my own erection, laughed at his discovery, and then squeezed it hard, causing me to groan in pain.

"This turns you on, doesn't it, Danielle?" he whispered into my left ear. "Though you'd probably deny it, there's a part of you that wants to be dominated by another man…to be forced to sexually submit to a superior male."

"No," I said.

"There's no use in lying to me. The reaction of your body to my stimulation tells me the truth. I bet you want to put those pretty red lips of yours around my hard cock, don't you?"

"You're crazy," I stated.

"Am I?" he asked, rubbing my erection till I was almost to the point of ejaculation. "I don't think so. In fact, I think you'd like to have me bend you over right now and take you in front of your wife."

"No, you're wrong."

"You want it, Danielle. Tell me the truth. It's okay. There's nothing wrong with wanting to have sex with another man."

"I'm not like that."

"Your wife told me how you licked my cum up from between her legs last night after I left. She said you enjoyed the taste of it."

I didn't say anything.

Richard grabbed my testicles through the sheer fabric of the panties and squeezed them till I begged for mercy.

"You liked licking up my semen, didn't you?"

"Yessss," I admitted.

"Well, there's a lot more for you to clean up," he said, chuckling at what was in store for me. "I must've ejaculated at least three times inside your wife this afternoon, and it's all still there, waiting for you to do the only thing you'll really good at."

"I need to feel my husband's tongue inside of me right now, " Carolyn stated.

Richard turned me around so that I could see my wife. She'd pulled the bed coverings off of her and was lying there with her legs spread, waiting for me to do my husbandly duties. He pushed me onto the bed and then forced my face down between my wife's legs, commanding me to lick her clean.

"Eat it!" Carolyn ordered as she placed her hand behind my head and pressed my face into the wet folds of her tender flesh. "You're not to move from that position until you've licked up every drop of my lover's semen."

I looked up into her eyes and saw that she was dead serious. As I slid my tongue between the lips of her vagina, getting a good tasted of Richard's cum, I felt him tugging at my panties in an attempt to get them off. I stared up at Carolyn and shook my head, pleading with my eyes for her to stop what was getting ready to happen.

"Tonight, you're going to learn what it means to be an true slave," my wife stated, giving me a wicked smile that caused goose bumps to pop up on my arms. "The only purpose for a slave's existence is to obey his Mistress or Master, no matter how painful or humiliating the commands might be. You're going to prove your worthiness by submitting to me and my lover, doing whatever we want, putting our pleasure and sexual gratification first. Do you understand?"

I slowly nodded my head.

"We'll see."

Richard pulled the panties down my legs and then from around my ankles. Tossing them to the floor, he then pushed my legs apart. I felt him maneuver his body between my legs as I lapped up another mouthful of semen that almost choked me when I swallowed it. I listened as both of them laughed at my discomfort and predicament.

"Hand me the K-Y jell," he said to my wife.

I watched as she reached back with her other hand to the shelve that was built into the headboard, picked up the small tube of lubricant, and tossed it to her boyfriend. Carolyn grinned at me like a Cheshire cat and then pushed my face further down into her soaking-wet vagina.

"You need to stop staring at me and concentrate on cleaning up the mess between my legs. This is something all women should make their husbands do. That would put the men in their place and teach them who the real boss in the household is."

She certainly had a point.

I felt her lover smearing the K-Y jell in and around my rectum. It wasn't long before he placed the head of his cock to the opening of my anus and began to slowly push it into me, an inch at a time. I shook my head and moaned loudly in pain, trying to tighten my sphincter muscle in a futile attempt to stop the invasion of my body. He simply pushed harder. The pain was unbelievable. It felt as though my body was being ripped apart by the monstrous intrusion. To keep me from pulling away, Carolyn gripped the sides of my face with her thighs, while at the same time placing both of her hands behind my head, demanding that I continue to satisfy her while I was being sodomized.

As my wife arched her pelvis and began to experience her first orgasm, brought on as much by my humiliation and torture as by my tongue, Richard drove his erection the final couple of inches into me. I almost blacked out from the pain and found myself unable to scream as Carolyn ground my face into the wet junction of her body. She was groaning from the intensity of her orgasm, and I was moaning from the terrible agony of being raped. Luckily, it only took a few minutes for Richard to reach his orgasm and to ejaculate his seed deep into the bowels of my rectum. He grunted loudly as he emptied himself into me, driving his cock right up to the hilt, pressing his muscled stomach hard against my buttocks. I could actually feel the force of his cum as he ejaculated, and I felt totally violated.

After it was over, all of us laid there for a very long minute, catching our breath, and dealing mentally with what had just taken place.

"I want you to clean yourself and then fix your make-up," Carolyn said as she pushed my face away from her body. "When you've finished, go downstairs and cook us a nice dinner. There are a couple of steaks lying on top of the stove, thawing out. You can add baked potatoes and a salad with them."

"Yes, Mistress," I said softly.

Richard withdrew his deflating penis from my rectum, slapped me hard on the bottom, and then got off of the bed to go into the master bathroom. As I wearily climbed off the bed and picked up the panties that were lying on the floor, my wife reminded me to put on the leather slave collar and to have dinner ready within the hour or so.

I nodded my understanding and walked out of the bedroom with head bowed in complete humiliation. I was still in a state of shock, not to mention totally confused by what had just taken place. My wife had never before abused me to such a degree before. It simply wasn't like her. I didn't know what had changed during the last seventeen hours to cause this dark side of her personality to come out in such a dramatic format, except for the fact that Richard was now in her life. Whatever it was, the change in Carolyn scared me. There had been no love in tonight's ménage a trois…only hardcore sex, mixed with verbal and physical abuse and sexual humiliation. I silently prayed that this wasn't a sign of how our marriage was now going to be. I loved and worshipped my wife. Waiting on her hand and foot as a submissive gave my own life true meaning. She was all I lived for.

I didn't mind her having lovers.

That was exciting to me.

I didn't, however, want to be sexually abused by them. That wasn't a turn-on. It was humiliating and painful, and I'd never be able to look in the mirror again and see the person I used to be.

The truth was that I no longer felt like a man.

Walking into the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom, I sat down on the toilet and felt blood and semen running out of me. After several minutes, I cleaned myself and then went back into the bedroom to redo my make-up. When that was finally done and I'd put my slave collar on, I walked downstairs to the kitchen and started to prepare dinner for Carolyn and Richard.

Everything was just about ready when they came downstairs an hour later. Richard was wearing his street clothes, and my wife had on a silk robe.

I'd cooked the two steaks, baked them a couple of potatoes, and made up a Chef's salad. As they sat down at the dining-room table, I placed the food in front of them and then poured each one a glass of red wine. My wife then made me get down on the floor on my hands and knees with head bowed. I had to stay in that position until they finished eating.

After dinner was completed and Richard was preparing to leave, she had me kneel in front of him and kiss his shoes in total subjugation, thanking him for the attention that was shown to me. He stared down at me and laughed, saying that I was going to receive more attention the next time he came over. While the two lovebirds kissed and said goodbye to each other, I went back into the kitchen and began to clean up.

"Things have changed rather dramatically, haven't they?" Carolyn said as she entered the kitchen a few minutes later.

I was washing dishes at the sink. Turning around, I stared at her with the hurt in my eyes. "Why did you allow Richard to use me like that?" I asked. "Do you have any idea the affect it had on me?"

"You'd better get use to it," she stated. "Richard not only wants to be my lover, he wants to help me dominate you. He thinks it would be good for you to serve another male."

"Don't I have a say-so in any of this?"

"No, you don't," my wife answered. "You're a slave, and slaves don't get to pick and choose how they're treated. From now on, you're going to sexually submit to Richard in any way he desires, and you will address him as Master. There's no room for argument on this. Do you understand?"

"But—"

"Do you understand?" she repeated.

"Yes, Mistress."

"We'll see. You do look rather attractive in your French maid's outfit. No wonder Richard wanted to take you in front of me."

I didn't say anything.

"After you finish cleaning up," she continued, "I want you to run me a nice, hot bubble bath."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Cheer up," my wife stated. "In time, you'll learn to enjoy your new role as a slave to my lover."

"I don't think so."

"Well, it doesn't really matter if you do or don't. The main thing is that you will obey me."

"Yes, Mistress."

I watched my wife leave the kitchen and wondered how I was going to deal with this new situation. I could always leave her, if worse came to worse, but that would be more difficult than submitting to Richard. I loved Carolyn too much to divorce her. If being her boyfriend's sexual slave was what I had to do in order to stay with her, then I'd simply have to find a way of handling it.

Finishing up in the kitchen and dining room, I went upstairs to run my wife a bath and to see if there was any room at all for negotiation. Though I already knew the answer, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

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