Cuckold at Swap the Wife

Cuckold Love Story

part 2

There were two weeks before my wife Kay’s birthday. In those two week, Ryan approached me and asked me to give him an addition $3,500 to help pay for the gym equipment. “I will be training your wife in here,” he pointed out, “It only makes sense that you help pay for the equipment.”

In addition to giving him the money, I also helped getting the room ready. This included painting, setting up some a universal machine, and finally, installing a set of very small, indictable cameras in different locations in the room. The cameras created a very high quality image, and there was also a microphone which picked up every word spoken with ease. He had me set the monitors up in Suzanne’s pro dom chambers. There were four monitors capturing four different views, all stored in a locked armoire. There were also two sets of high quality headphone to listen in on the audio. While I had a lot of preconceived notions about what they might be planning, I obeyed Suzanne’s request to say nothing more about the training sessions.

When Kay’s birthday arrived, I was ready with several of my own gifts as well as the personal training gift certificates that Suzanne and Ryan had given me. She loved all her presents, including the gift certificates. I told her, as I had previously conspired with Ryan, that I did not know Ryan, but that he came highly recommended from a coworker that Kay did not know. There was a number on the gift certificate that she was to call to set up her first session.

It was about a week later; I arrived at Suzanne and Ryan’s home for my weekly appointment and was engaged in some housecleaning, kneeling to scrub the toilet in their master bedroom, when Ryan walked in on me. “Your wife called to set up her first session. She’ll be here at 8:00 next Monday, exactly one week from now. I’ll need you here at 7:00. Make sure you park your car in the garage; it will be left empty for you. Then shut the garage door and come inside. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” In truth, it hadn’t occurred to me that I would be expected to be here when she came for her sessions. My suspicions continued to linger, and did so all week until the morning of the appointment.

I arrived, as ordered, at 7:00. Ryan greeted me at the door wearing very stylish and flattering workout clothes, and instructed me to go into Suzanne’s chambers and undress. Ryan then positioned me on my knees in front of the monitors, and put a pair of headphones over my ears. He switched on the monitors giving me four different views of the workout room, and clicked on the audio. It was set at such a level that I could easily hear what was said both in the workout room and in the chambers as well. He then secured my legs to a stretcher bar and my hands behind my back, making me completely immobile.

Here I sat for about fifteen minutes staring at the motionless monitors. There was one focused on the universal machine, two on a massage table set in a back corner, and finally, one which was a panorama shot of the entire room. It was on this monitor that I first saw Ryan and a brunette woman appear. The woman was completely naked, and Ryan escorted her to the universal machine. She sat in the machine’s seat, and he knelt in front of her. She lifted her legs over his shoulders and he went down on her until she started to shake with her first orgasm. Then he moved her to the massage table where he laid her down and pulled off his workout clothes.

One of the massage table cameras was aimed at the head of the table and gave a close-up of the woman’s head. From this camera I could see that the woman was actually Suzanne wearing a wig. Ryan pounded her with his large cock as she arched her back and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Suzanne, knowing where the cameras where hidden, looked directly into the one and smiled a wicked grin. “Oh, Ryan,” she said, “You fuck me so much better than my husband. I want to be your slut, your whore.” Ryan pulled his cock out of her and looked up at the camera as well. “Ryan, you haven’t cum yet,” protested Suzanne.

“No, Kay,” laughed Ryan, looking at the camera. “I want to save it for later.”

The two of them dismounted the massage table and disappeared from my monitors. Seconds later they opened the door to the chambers where I remained locked up in front of the screens. Ryan was stepping back into his workout clothes, but Suzanne remained naked and smelled of sex. “So did you like our little show? Could you see ok?” asked Suzanne.

“Yes,” I answered. “I could see and hear fine.”

“It turns you on doesn’t it?” questioned Suzanne, “the thought of Ryan fucking your wife?”

I did not answer.

“We’ll see,” said Ryan. “Not every woman can be seduced, but most can. I would say that the odds are pretty good that I’ll make your little Kay my little whore before it’s all over.”

“Don’t worry,” admonished Suzanne, leaning down to put her mouth close to my ear. I felt her as much as I heard her. “You’re such a good pussy licker, I’m sure she’ll keep you around. She’ll be Ryan’s little fuck pet, but you’ll be her little cuckold husband. Licking her pussy, getting her ready for Ryan’s cock.” She positioned her waist in front of me and pushed her closely trimmed crotch into my face. “But that will be fine with you because you love licking pussy, don’t you?” I stuck my tongue out, stretching it to the point where it hurt so that it could come in contact with the lips of her pussy, still swollen from Ryan’s fucking.

“And think how good her pussy will taste when it’s full of Ryan’s hot cum. You can be her little clean-up boy.” She pushed herself closer to me and my tongue darted straight for her clit. “Ahhh, you are a good pussy licker.”

We were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Suzanne leaned back down close to my ear. “That must be Ryan’s little fuck pet at the door now,” she said. I heard Ryan’s footsteps and then the front door opening. This was the first time he and Kay would ever see each other. I heard muffled greetings and then the two of them walking past the closed door of Suzanne’s chambers and back to Ryan’s workout room. I watched them appear in the monitors and could hear their small talk clearly in my headphones.

On the one hand, it was impossible for me to deny that the idea of Ryan fucking Kay, and in the process cuckolding me, was hugely exciting. But not only was I sure that I would not want to my fantasy to become reality, I was also sure that it would never happen. Kay is an extremely conservative woman. I had tried to bring up my interest in female domination to her over the years, but she always shrugged it off as kinky and not her style. She was also a tremendously loyal woman and not particularly sexual, so I couldn’t imagine her giving into lust and allowing an affair with even an attractive man like Ryan. But even an affair would be one thing, an affair with my knowledge that constituted cuckolding could never happen. Not in a million years. For this reason I watched the personal training session with a sense of security that I know Suzanne and Ryan thought was naive.

Suzanne was dressed in a long-sleeve, full-length pants, tight-fitting workout outfit. She wore loose fitting soccer shorts over this outfit, making it sexy but modest at the same time. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was in great shape already, so these workouts really represented an opportunity to fine tune an already great body versus fix real problem areas.

I did notice that Ryan and Kay were really hitting it off. He was incredibly charming in addition to being very good looking, and Kay was clearly smitten. However, being attracted to someone was a long way from being seduced by them, so I remain unphased by the witty dialogue from Ryan and constant smiles from my wife.

Ryan seemed to be positioning Kay in exercises geared at maximizing my visual interest as much as her physical fitness. He had her do sit-ups where he stood lightly on her feet while she bent her back up halfway to his waist repeatedly and in sets of twenty at a time. Then he put her on the universal machine where she was made to push the bars together in front of her chest in a way that emphasized her cleavage. Then he had her positioned on the floor, on all fours, lifting and extending her leg behind her as he stood watching and coaching her with a perfect view to her posterior.

As I was watching all of this, Suzanne had moved away from me. I was startled when she came up behind me and, kneeling, placed her warm mouth on my neck. Then the cold sensation of her strap-on, generously covered in lube, pushed against the tight circle of my asshole, slipping slowly inside. “Your wife is very pretty,” she said. “What do you think she would say if she could see me fucking you now? “

“I don’t think it would go very well,” I whispered.

Unexpectedly, Ryan moved Kay from a free weight routine and onto the stair machine and told her he would be right back. I watched on the monitors as he stepped towards the door and out of the room. Kay was dutifully following through on Ryan’s instructions when he walked in on Suzanne and me. He leaned down and kissed Suzanne as she continued to fuck me with her strap-on. He squatted down to put his face level with mine and smiled at me. “You’ve got a hot wife, Jay-boy. I think I’d like to fuck her. I think she’d like to fuck me too, what do you think?”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled back.

“We’ll work on it together. It will take some time.” He rubbed my head as if I was his dog. “But right now, she’s got me so hot… and since I can’t fuck her….” He stood up and pushed down his workout pants, revealing his hardening cock. I opened my jaw and he began fucking my mouth in the same rhythm as Suzanne was fucking my ass. I imagined that it was the same rhythm that Kay marched to on the stair machine. Ryan finally exploded in my mouth. “Good boy,” he said. I cleaned him off completely as I had been trained to do. He pulled his pants back up and walked out of the room. Suzanne pulled her silicon cock out of my ass and left me to watch Ryan walk in on Kay.

“All right, you’re a hard worker,” I heard Ryan say through the headphones. Kay smiled back. “Let’s get you off the machine.”

“You pushed me pretty hard,” said Kay.

“Oh, you have no idea how far we’ll go; we’re just getting started. “ Ryan flashed a huge smile and Kay beamed. “We’re done with our workout, but I like to end all my sessions with a massage. It gives me a chance to work the lactic acid out of your muscles.”

“Oh,” said Kay, looking surprised. “But I’m all sweaty?”

“We can do this a few ways,” answered Ryan as he started laying towels out on the table. “You can hop up here right now, with all your clothes on, and I can give you the rub down through your clothes… I really could care less if you are sweaty or not. Or, you can take your clothes off and cover yourself up with the towels. I’m a certified professional, and I promise to be very respectful.”

“You may not care that I’m all sweaty, but I do,” said Kay. “Can I just take a rain check on the massage?”

“This time, I’ll allow it. Next time, you can bring a change of clothes and shower between the workout and the massage.”

“Deal,” said Kay. With that Kay gathered her bag, threw her towel over her neck and walked out of the room ahead of Ryan. I heard them say a pleasant goodbye and then the front door shut behind her. Ryan was walking back into the room with Suzanne and me as I listened to Kay’s car pulling out of the driveway.

“That was amazing,” exclaimed Ryan. “I’m training your wife as Suzanne is fucking your ass and you’re sucking my cock in the room right next door. I love it!” Still kneeling in front of the monitors, I bowed my head in exquisite shame. “This is going to take some time, and I’ll need your cooperation before it’s all over, but I really think this is going to work out. What do you think, Jay?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“Wrong answer, Jay.” There was a pause as he stepped over to the wall and pulled a leather paddle down. Some of Suzanne’s customers were true pain fans, and while I was not, the threat of corporal punishment was always made real by the presence of all the toys in the room. SMACK! The paddle hit my ass with what seemed to be the full force of Jay’s frustration with me. “I need you committed to the success of this project, Jay. I need you completely onboard!”

“Sorry, Sir. Yes, I think this will work out.”

“So let me hear you say it. Let me hear you say that you want to see me fucking your wife, that you want to become Kay’s cuckold.”

“Yes, Sir. I very much want to see you fuck Kay. I want to be cuckolded.”

“What else?” asked Suzanne.

“I want to suck Ryan’s cum out of my wife’s pussy. I’ll do everything I can to make that happen.”

“Good boy, Jay.” Ryan again patted my hair like a pet. “Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here.”

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I came home from work that night a little early, but Kay was nowhere to be seen. There was a note asking me to put a frozen gourmet pizza into the oven. About the time the pizza was finished Kay came walking in the door with an armful of shopping bags.

“Hey, honey,” I greeted her. “How was your day?”

“Great,” she said and kissed me on the cheek.

“So I think you were having your personal trainer session today? How did that go?”

“It went good,” she said, not elaborating much.

“What was this guy like? Did he work you hard?”

“He was sort of the typical trainer. Pretty good shape, young… kind of cute, didn’t push me too hard, not really.”

“Ok, that’s good… I guess. What you got in the bags? Did you do a little shopping today?”

“Oh, just some workout clothes. Most of what I have is getting sort of old.”

She carried the bags into the bedroom with her and brought them directly to the closet. It was only later that evening, when she went back out to run an errand, that I was able to peek inside the bags and see what she had bought. Her new clothes were decidedly less conservative than her old. Three of the new outfits looked more like a bathing suit than a workout suit. They were very tight, spandex short-shorts each with a small matching top. One was red, one black, and the other a sort of khaki with dark brown trim. She also had a new full length outfit, and a looser fitting warm-up suit. I put the bags back and went into the living room to watch television. She returned from her errand, but I said nothing about her new clothes.

That night, Kay fucked my brains out.

***

I arrived at Suzanne and Ryan’s house again the next week, parking the car in the garage and coming into Suzanne’s chambers to take my place in front of the monitors. The headphones were put on my ears and I was shackled as I had been the prior week. Suzanne, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, pulled up a chair beside me and teasingly played with my hair as we watched together.

When Kay walked into the view of the cameras she was wearing one of the new outfits she had just purchased. She looked amazing, and Ryan complimented her on her appearance. Kay let out that the outfit was new, and I was sure that Ryan took this as an indication of her attraction to him. I admit that he was probably right.

“Do you think your wife has ever had a pussy in her mouth?” asked Suzanne.

“No,” I answered quite certain that I was correct.

“I’d love to get her between my legs,” she said casually, as if talking to herself.

Early in the workout, Ryan had Kay lying on her back on a bench that Ryan had placed in the view of the camera focused on the universal machine. He stood straddling her above the bench as she lifted weights to do repetitions of butterflies one after the other. It was such a position of dominance that he took over her that I was certain it was done as much for my benefit as for his own efforts at seduction. Kay lay beneath him, her chest heaving with the effort and her legs slightly parted on either side of the bench. He touched her shoulder to gently spot her.

“Good job,” I heard him remark. “You’re going to become my best client.” Kay laughed.

When the workout was over, Ryan asked what she wanted to do about the massage.

“Well, maybe I could shower first. I have clothes to change into afterwards,” she said pointing to her bag.

“Perfect,” said Ryan. “The bathroom is right down that hallway. There’s towels in there, just wrap yourself up and come back to the table.”

I could see Kay and Ryan both leaving the room on the cameras. Kay must have gone into the bathroom because I could hear the shower turn on, but Ryan came into Suzanne’s chambers with a wild grin on his face. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, “did you see what she was wearing?” He walked over to me and began unshackling my wrists and legs. Then he stood in front of me and pulled down his pants to reveal the cock with which I had become so familiar. “I don’t have time for a blowjob from you, but why don’t you just kiss the tip to remind you who the real man is around here.” I put my lips on the head of his cock and he put his hand on the top of my head. Suzanne leaned over my back and kissed him. “There you go, cuck… now get up. I want you to go into the room and light these candles and flip on the CD player.”

I hadn’t noticed, but Suzanne was holding several small votive candles and a book of matches. She handed these to me, and I scurried, naked and nervous, out of the chamber and into the workout room. Brad followed behind me and hit the lights, making the flame from the match in my shaking hands the only light in the room. I lit the three candles, and as I was setting down the third, I heard the water stop running in the shower. I started scurrying out of the room, but Ryan stopped me and pointed silently to the CD player. I turned it on, but there was no CD. At this point I was so nervous I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest. Ryan walked over and slowly selected a CD. “Put it in,” he whispered in my ear. I did, and hit the button. It was a mellow new age CD that he had selected. “Now, go,” he whispered into my ear. I tiptoed quickly out of the room and returned to Suzanne awaiting me in her chambers only seconds before I heard the bathroom door open.

I watched from the monitors as Kay stepped back into the workout room her hair wet and wearing only a towel. “Make yourself comfortable,” said Ryan. “I’ll be right back.” He stepped out and closed the door. Kay let the towel drop, revealing her perfect, naked body as she mounted the massage table. Once she was lying down, she covered herself with her towel brought her arms up to her side to wait on Ryan.

Ryan walked into the room and positioned himself at the head of the massage table. He cradled Kay’s head in his hands and placed it face down into the round “head stirrup” of the sort built into most professional tables. His fingers massaged her scalp for at least five minutes. Then he moved himself to the back of the table, and began to rub lotion into Kay’s right food, lifting her foot as and bending up the lower part of her leg at the knee. This uncovered the top of her calf from the towel, and he worked his hands up to rub this as well.

Suzanne had again taken her seat next to me so that we were both there watching together on the monitors. She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled my head to wrest lovingly on the soft denim of her lap. She played with my hair like Ryan had played with Kay’s. “Wouldn’t it be great,” she whispered, “If we could own her the way we own you? I know Ryan would love to fuck her, but I’d love to have her eating my pussy. I’d love to have you both eating my pussy.”

I said nothing, but continued to watch the monitors. Ryan had now moved to the other calf, and was working it with the same attention that he did the first. Then he lowered her foot back to the table and pushed up the towel covering that same leg. He pushed it up about as far as he could without making it completely obvious that he wanted to touch more than just her thigh. While it was hard to tell on the monitors, I’m sure that he could see the edges of her untrimmed bush. She didn’t flinch. He traced his fingers along the valley between her ass and thigh and seemed to look to the camera to smile as he did so.

Next, instead of moving to the other leg to do the same, he went to her arm, then her other arm, before working his way around to repeat the upper leg massage on the opposite side. Suzanne noticed how hard my cock became when Ryan’s fingers moved into such close proximity to Kay’s pussy, and she reached down to acknowledge it with a firm grasp of her own dainty hands. “Looks like it’s quite a turn-on for you to see your wife seduced like this,” she said smiling. “Ryan is such a wonderful lover, she’ll be lucky when she finally surrenders to him.”

Ryan next moved to her shoulders, folding the towel back only inches and spending at least five minutes on just the top of her back and neck. He then pushed the towel all the way down her body, revealing a full inch of the top of her ass crack. The profiles of her bare breasts were completely visible to him. He generously covered his own hands with lotion and rubbed long, strong strokes which began under the towel and pulled all the way up the length of her spine. In bending over her body, his crotch rested against the top of her head. I could not help but wonder if he was hard or not.

I admit that I was shocked. I was shocked that she was so brazen in her willingness to let him massage her nude and barely covered body. But my real shock was reserved for my own reaction. I felt more and more turned on by the idea of Ryan fucking Kay. I wanted to be cuckolded on some primal level that went against everything I held dear. I felt as though I was spinning, spinning helplessly out of control.

At the end of this second massage, Ryan covered Kay with the towel and asked her how it felt. She lifted her head as if out of a deep sleep, running her hands through her long sexy hair and said nothing but the word ‘amazing’. Ryan stood in front of the table and I was almost certain that Kay, now up and resting on her elbows, was revealing her exposed nipples to him. It was hard to tell from the monitors.

“Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll have some coffee?” asked Ryan.

“Sounds great,” answered Kay. And with that Ryan left and Kay, once dressed, soon followed. They went into the kitchen and drank coffee and talked for an hour.

Suzanne remained in the chambers with me, passing time by having me rub her feet, go down on her, and when the urge hit her, give me another fucking with the strap-on. Shortly afterwards, I heard Kay leaving through the front door and her car pull out the driveway.

Ryan walked in as Suzanne had finished having her way with me. “Well, at least there was one good fucking going on in the house,” said Ryan. “But I’ll tell you what, Jay-boy, I’m more confident than ever that I’m going to poke that wife of yours. She’s a sweetheart. She’s more than just a tight ass and a warm pussy, she’s really a sweetheart. It’s going to be extra special making her my little bitch.”

I cleaned myself up, got dressed and headed out the door for work. When I got home that night Kay was lying on the couch watching TV, dinner was nowhere in sight. “Hey, honey,” I said. “How was your day?”

“Oh, pretty good, she answered. I didn’t make any dinner, I figured we could just go out.”

“Sure thing,” I said.

That night we went to dinner, and when we got home, she fucked my brains out, just as she had after her last personal training session. This time, however, I noticed that something had changed. For the first time since I had met, never mind married my wife, she had trimmed her pussy. Although I had encouraged her to trim and even shave her pussy in the past, she had never done it. She insisted it would make her itch. Now, her pussy was reduced down to a small, neatly trimmed patch, the remaining area having apparently been waxed.

“What’s the deal with this,” I said, rubbing my hand against her pussy.

“You like it?” she asked.

“I LOVE it,” I said. “What inspired you?”

“Just a wild, random thought. I’m glad you like it.”

I did love it, but I knew that it was Ryan’s massage that had moved her to the decision. Random images of Ryan’s hands moving ever so close to Kay’s pussy occupied my mind. Even after fucking Kay, my cock was soon hard with these thoughts which chased me into my dreams and remained there for the rest of the week.

***

The next week’s workout, now the third, went much as it did the week before, except it was clear that Kay was becoming more comfortable with Ryan. The two laughed and joked more, and the chemistry between them was very obvious. When Kay retreated to the shower to get ready for the massage, Ryan rushed in to again grab me to go light the candles and ready the music. This time I was comfortably back in Suzanne’s chambers, kneeling before the monitors with her in the seat next to me, before the water even stopped running.

Again I was feeling the intense emotional confusion of jealousy and submissive lust as Ryan’s hands wandered – and lingered – so close to Kay’s pussy. She lay motionless but seemingly pleased with the way he delicately teased her with his fingers. “Imagine,” whispered Suzanne, “when you can finally taste her pussy on his cock.” I cradled my head in her lap to acknowledge my submission and to let her know, silently, that she was right. I felt the familiar stroke of her fingers in my hair and knew that she sensed my surrender.

The massage ended without event, and the two of them retreated to the kitchen for another chat over coffee. After Kay had left, Ryan returned to Suzanne’s chambers enthusiastic and upbeat. “Man, it’s happening. It is really happening! She asked me if I had a girlfriend. I asked her about her marriage. She said it was – and these are her words - ‘ok, but dull’. She said you cared a hell of a lot more about work than you did spending time with her. She is definitely giving me the buy signs.”

I bowed my head in abject surrender. He was right; his plan to seduce my wife was working.

“I’m going to need your help this week… ok, cucky-boy? I want you to be distant, and cold, and ignore her all week… and don’t you dare fuck her. Got it? The next cock in her pussy is going to be mine. Now get dressed and get out of here. We’ll see you next week, same time.”

I left and went to work. When I got home that night, I didn’t really have to try to be stand-offish with Kay, she led by example. We hardly said a word to each other that night or all week for that matter. This beautiful woman that I loved dearly was so enamored by Ryan, that she wanted nothing to do with me. This wasn’t turning me on, however, the way watching the monitors did, this was causing me a deep emotional pain devoid of any sexual feelings that made me want to crawl up in a ball and hide in a corner.

Midway through the week, I got a text from Suzanne asking me to call her. I hollered to Kay that I was going out to the grocery store and to ask if she needed anything. “Nope” was her one word reply. I got in my car and pulled out of the driveway. I dialed Suzanne’s number and respectfully greeted her when she answered.

“Hello, Jay. How are you?”

“I’m fine, Ma’am.”

“Jay, I know this is a tough week. I’m calling to check on you. I know how your submission to Ryan and me has filled a void in you. You wanted to feel completely owned and controlled, and now you do. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“And when Ryan starts fucking Kay, it’s going to take it to a whole new level. I promise. You are going to love it. It may be painful at first, but you will grow into your new role as our cuckold. You will love it. Now hold the line, I want you to talk to Ryan.”

She handed the phone to Ryan as his voice was the next thing that I heard. “Hello, Jay-boy. How are you getting along with Kay this week? You’re keeping your cock out of that pussy aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you’ve been cold… distant?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. She’s not on the rag or anything like that, is she?”

“No, I’m sure that she is not. You’ve got at least a couple weeks before you have to worry about that.”

“Great. Well in that case, I think I’m ready to fuck her. This has been a lot easier than I thought it would, but I think she wants me. What do you think?”

“I agree, Sir.”

“I guess she’s more of a slut than we figured.”

“If you say so, Sir.”

“That’s what I say, cuck. Now understand that the first couple times that I fuck her, it will be pretty old school. I mean, it will be better than anything she’s gotten at home, but don’t expect to be in the room watching with her tongue up Suzanne’s ass. It will be pretty vanilla sex. But don’t worry, we’ll work her up after a few weeks. We’ll make a real whore out of her. I guarantee it.”

With that he hung up the phone. We wouldn’t talk again until I showed up the morning of Kay’s appointment.

Suzanne greeted me at the door that day. She was “dressed for play” as she would say, wearing a vinyl corset, garters and fishnet hose. She wore long gloves that covered her forearms and laced up over her elbows. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore gothic make-up with blackish lipstick, heavy eyeliner, and a pale, unnatural skin tone. She greeted me with a long, deep kiss. She had never kissed me before.

“Oh, Jay,” she said, her face almost touching mine, her lips still exploring my mouth. “This is such a special day for you. Your cuckolding begins. What a wonderful journey this has been for you. I promised I would really take control of you, and it is happening just like I planned, just like you wanted.” She grabbed a fistful of hair on the top of my head and pushed me down to my knees. She put both hands on the back of my head and pulled me to her pussy. I kissed the soft, exposed lips that I had grown to accept as the epicenter of my life. My tongue searched for her clit and stroked it softly and rhythmically as she had taught me.

Ryan walked into the foyer, completely naked and stood revealing his perfect body to me. Suzanne pulled herself away from me and embraced her lover. His cock stiffened in response. “We’ll own you both, my pet,” she said. “It will be wonderful.”

Ryan stared at me silently. “Get him ready,” he said to Suzanne. She pulled me upright by my hair and led me into her chambers. I was again made to strip and take my position in front of the monitors. This time I was bound and a ball gag was put in my mouth. I was left alone with my thoughts for a full forty minutes before Kay arrived at the door and Suzanne slipped back in with me to await the events that were about to unfold.

Kay looked gorgeous in another one of her new workout outfits. There definitely seemed to be a chemistry in the air as she and Ryan went through the motions of the workout session. Smiles lingered a little longer than was natural. There was a closeness that was more than I had seen even the previous week.

“We thought about actually getting you into the room with them when they first fuck, but we couldn’t get comfortable with the idea,” explained Suzanne. “We thought maybe we could put you in a chest and put the chest under the massage table. Or maybe we could have put you in the closet. We were just afraid that you would sneeze or something and give it all away. Also, we figured it would be better to actually watch it rather than just hear it.”

My ball gag prevented me from answering, but I nodded in general agreement.

“Did you notice that we moved the massage table just a bit? We didn’t want to move the cameras because they are already so well hidden, so we just turned the table a bit. This will let him look right over Kay’s head and into the camera. You’ll be able to make virtual eye contact with him while he’s slipping his cock in your wife.”

I nodded to acknowledge that I understood.

“Oh, and we’ve put a microphone in the kitchen. We didn’t have time to get another camera set up, but the microphone is all set. You’ll get to hear the two of them chatting each other up over their after sex coffee.”

An hour had not passed, but Ryan called the workout session to a halt and sent Kay off to the showers. This time I remained in Suzanne’s chambers while Ryan waited for Kay in the workout room. Suzanne briefly left the room leaving me alone, but returned long before the water in Kay’s shower stopped running. As she had before, she set a chair next to me so we could watch the massage on the monitors.

Kay returned from the showers and stepped into view on the monitors. While it was impossible for me to tell, it seemed that she might have deliberately revealed her naked body to Ryan as she took her position on the table. Ryan helped her with the towel that covered her as she lay down and stretched out to await his massage. The towell seemed smaller than in past weeks, covering her from just barely below her ass to a little more than midway up her back.

He started by rubbing her head, making little circles against her scalp and temples with his outstretched hand, and drawling out her long, dark hair very slowly so that it fell against the top of her shoulders. Then he moved to the side of the table and placed both of his hands on her shoulder, using a firm grip to relieve the tension in her neck. He pulled her hair to one side, then leaned in and put his lips against her neck for just a moment, lifting himself upright immediately afterwards. Kay responded with an audible exhale and a feline stretch of her spine that did nothing to discourage his advance into uncharted territory. Encouraged, he placed another kiss where her shoulder slopes up to her neck. Her eyes remained closed and her lips parted, softening her features in the dim light.

Suzanne lifted one leg onto my shoulder, exposing her pussy to my peripheral vision. She placed a gloved finger against her clit and started to stimulate herself. “He’s such a sensual lover,” she calmly remarked. “You could never please your wife the way that he will.”

Suzanne remained in my periphery as my eyes were fixed to the monitors. Ryan was now confident that doors were opening for him. He moved behind Kay and started rubbing lotion into her feet and calves, lifting her lower legs and bending them at the knees as he had before. This time, as he placed her calves back down against the table, he pushed them each apart slightly, so that her legs now trailed back in a v-shape and not the perfect parallel lines with which she had started the massage.

With the patience of a practiced master, he massaged her lower thighs and paid a brief respect to the boundary of the towel’s edge. Then he peeled back the towel, not from the bottom, but from the top, so that only her ass was covered. He heavily lotioned his left hand, and used this to rub broad circles on her back. High right hand positioned itself at the very top of Kay’s thighs and remained motionless as he allowed her breathing to become deep and regular. Then, with his left hand still in motion, his right hand moved under the towel and towards my wife’s pussy.

With a gentle moan she betrayed me. Ryan’s right hand was under the towel, and he was feeling the warmth of the moistening treasure which would now be his. Kay pushed her legs apart slightly to receive his advances. He leaned down to place his kiss against the top of her cheek. She turned her neck to receive his mouth with her own. Their lips barely touched. She turned her body and leaned up on her elbow, and they connected again, this time letting the kiss linger as their tongues explored each other and inhibitions dissolved.

Kay positioned herself in a sitting position on the edge of the table and Ryan lifted his shirt off his body. He revealed his smooth, chiseled chest and Kay buried her head in his masculine upper body. Then she arched her spine and threw her head back, inviting Ryan’s mouth to move hungrily towards her neck. Kay’s neck is an intense source of sexual stimulation for her, and Ryan discovered this as Kay moaned and relaxed her body in surrender.

Cuckold Love Story  part 3