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My wife and I, following our impulses, first got into moderate BDSM with me as sub. That led to contacts with other guys because she would get excited working on me but needed a good fuck. I wasn’t able to after she’d worked on me for an hour or so and besides she felt it wasn’t right that I’d get to fuck her. We experimented a bit and then she met Glenn. He seemed to know what she really wanted, which was to be dominated and fucked by a guy who proved himself on me.

 

This was long before we understood anything about cuckolding, but Glenn seemed to know exactly what she needed. At first they’d bind me and work me over together, egging each other on, and after I’d had my ass and cock whipped and my balls squeezed and twisted until I was begging through my gag for them to stop, they’d fuck in front of me. At his suggestion, she’d squat on his cock and pump up and down, with me licking them both. Then he’d tell her to stop and lift off while he’d order me to lick her and lick their juices off his cock. She’d get wilder than I’d ever seen her, having several orgasms, and part of what sent her off was that he would get a bit rough with her, twisting her nipples, or slapping her ass and calling her slut or cunt as he fucked her doggie style over my face. What he’d sensed was that she wanted to be submissive, but not to me. Somehow, she could give into that urge as long as he was much harder on me than he was on her. 

 

She was soon hooked, letting him tie her up and treat her roughly after they, or more and more he, worked me over.

 

I didn’t understand what was going on, only that my wife was more excited and keen on sex with him than she’d ever been with me. I was uncomfortable and didn’t cooperate when he’d order me to call him master, or quickly fetch him a beer when he told me. Apparently he’d decided to solve this and had talked with her about what had to happen if we were going to continue. And that led to the night I was truly dominated. They’d played their usual games, but this time it was rougher and more humiliating. He was calling the shots rather than helping her. He’d got her really excited, and fucked her until she came, then stopped. I was tied on my back with my wrists bound to my ankles. I thought it had peaked when he sat on my face and ordered me to lick his asshole, which he’d intentionally not cleaned very well. 

 

When I hesitated, gagging at the first taste, he lit a cigarette, handed it to her and told her to use it on my cock and balls to encourage me. He held my legs apart and I couldn’t believe it when the hot tip seared my cockhead and then my balls. I yelled to stop, but he just lowered his ass harder on my face until I began licking and tonguing his dirty hole. And she was so excited she just kept at it for several minutes until he said to stop. As he stood up, I could see her watching me as I whimpered at the pain. Her mouth was partly open and she seemed to be panting. 

 

He whispered to her and she nodded, still seemingly dazed with lust. They repositioned me on my knees with my ass pointed in the air and my wrists bound between my legs to the inside of my ankles, keeping my knees spread. She knelt in front of him and sucked on his cock to get it as hard as possible. He roughly fingered and twisted her nipples and she squirmed in pain but didn’t stop sucking. Then he stood and disappeared behind me and she straddled my head and started smearing some kind of lubricant on my asshole. I started struggling and yelling no, that I didn’t want that, but she just squeezed my head between her knees and finished. She pulled my ass cheeks wide and I felt the head of his cock touching my anus and started struggling even harder. 

 

-Control your husband! - Glenn ordered and she reached under and grabbed my balls, pulling back on them so I couldn’t move. And then he shoved his cock in me. It felt like I was being ripped open and I yelled as he rammed it home. I bucked and fought but she clamped my balls even tighter until I couldn’t tell which was hurting more. And as he held my waist and started fucking me she went wild, egging him on, telling him -Ram it home! Fuck him harder!- and ground and twisted my balls in her clenched fist, rubbing her crotch against the back of my neck. Once he was buried in me and starting to pump, she let go of my tortured balls and started to finger herself and I felt her thighs tremble again and again as she had orgasm after orgasm. 

 

I was reduced to whimpering as his cock seemed to split me open and he fucked me hard, his balls swinging and slapping into mine which had shriveled tight. When he finally grunted and shot his load into me I was numb, totally humiliated by what he’d done and how she had cheered him on.

 

He leaned on my back for a minute or two, then pulled out and came around front. I could feel the cum running out of my ass and down onto my balls. Then she grabbed my hair and jerked me up, to bring me face to face with his dripping cock, smeared with my own shit. And I opened my mouth when he told me to, and licked it clean. I was broken.

 

I went to the bathroom, desperately trying to hold the dribble of cum from my stretched and burning anus, calling out as I sat on the toilet, -I’m sorry about the mess master. I’ll clean it up.- And I did, after I’d carefully washed Glen’s cock with soap and water so he and my wife could fuck again. When I was done with my chores, he was sitting on her face as she licked his anus to get him hard again. Glen had us change places, with her sucking him hard, and then the two of them fucked frantically till both were done.

 

Glen phoned one night and passed on instructions. Apparently he had set up two appointments for us to get wax treatments to remove hair. First came hers and I took her as directed, waited until it was done and went to pay. The woman looked at the appointment note, then at my credit card. 

 

-So, according to this it was a Glenn who made the appointment? But you’re Don and you’re her husband?? 

 

I flushed and nodded, and she glanced at my wife. Two other employees in the room, both young women, were now paying close attention as my wife smiled and pointed at my crotch, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. The attendant held up her hand, thumb and forefinger only a couple inches apart, and when my wife nodded, she turned away, trying to hide a smile as she processed my card. When she returned it and had me sign the slip, she had a open smirk on her face. 

 

-Do you think Glenn will be satisfied with the result? I’m sure your wife will tell you how well he likes her new look! Have a nice day !? 

 

Humiliated, I stumbled out of the place hearing a laughter break out behind me as the door closed. When we got home, my wife took me into the bedroom and showed me how she was completely hairless from the neck down. I couldn’t believe how naked it made her look with her sex stripped of its covering of hair, her slit obvious to see. She looked somehow more naked than I’d ever seen her. Her belly bulged out above a naked crotch, a sight I’d never seen before. It looked incredibly exposed. My cock got half hard, as good as it ever did. She was a bit tender, but aroused enough that she had me lick her and then we had intercourse in our usual position, lying on our sides with her back to me.

 

When the time for my appointment came, she went with me into the treatment room. We had a male attendant, and when I was stripped on the table, I could see him looking at the burn scars on my cock and balls. He tried to hide his surprise and curiousity as my wife explained:

-Glenn wants a strip cleared bare of all hair from the base of my husband’s stomach, through to his waist at the back. He said that three or four inches wide would be enough. 

 

When the attendant looked at me I could see what he was thinking and again flushed with humiliation, but he said nothing and completed the stripping as directed. When he’d finished, if anything, the results made me look even more naked than my wife’s did for her. The contrast of the bare white strip against the remaining hair on my belly and legs drew attention to my small hairless limp cock and shrivelled balls. My wife told me to stand up and turn around, smiling and nodding at the results. I caught a glimpse of my behind, where again, the bare strip made the crack of my ass stand out against the hair on the rest of my body. She told me to bend over and when I did she spread my ass cheeks to check that I was totally bare, knowing full well how humiliating that would be for me with the attendant watching. When she finished, he asked with a smirking tone: 

-So did I do what Glenn wanted?? She smiled and nodded. -I think he’ll be satisfied with that.-, and turned and went out of the room, leaving me once again to pay. I fumbled with the money, too embarrassed to meet his eye, but as I left I could see him shaking his head in amused disgust.

 

 

Near the end of the month, Glenn called again, and again she mostly listened. She became a bit withdrawn and, as usual took me to bed and let me fuck her gently from behind as we lay on our sides. She was responsive but not particularly enthusiastic. She lay still as I pumped away until I came, and then gently pushed me down to lick my cum out of her, while she masturbated to orgasm. I somehow knew that this meeting would also be different, and that I wouldn’t enjoy it.

 

The day of our next meeting we both had a wax treatment that morning, at a different place than last time but the same place for both of us. So the embarrassing scenes were repeated with two more strangers. But it was even more humiliating this time. I could tell they’d been talking about this strange appointment that was coming in because the whole staff found one pretext or other to need to come by the reception area and get a look at us.

 

She spent the afternoon preparing herself, bathing and doing her hair. She had me help dry her and perfume her intimate spots. It was my job to pick out her clothes, as slutty as possible, just one more opportunity I realized for me to be criticized and punished. Before we left she asked me how she looked, and smiled when I complimented her. I could tell she was already excited.

 

As soon as we stepped inside Glenn’s apartment I heard a strange voice talking quietly with Glenn. I glanced worriedly at Bev, but she obviously knew someone else was going to be there and she stared at me, picked up a blindfold Glenn had left by the door and slipped it over my head. Then she told me quietly to strip. I could hear the rustle of her clothes and knew she was undressing to the slutty underwear I had laid out for her, and putting on her spike heels. Then she put a leash tightly around my cock and balls led me into the room. 

 

The men were waiting and one- I assume it was the stranger- let out a slow whistle as we entered. -Honestly, Glenn, I thought you were shitting me!? and both of them laughed. Bev dropped my leash and I stood awkwardly, red with embarrassment as I heard Bev and Glenn moaning as he kissed her deeply and they felt each other. Then Glenn said, -Go say hello to my friend Randy. 

 

After a few seconds I heard the stranger say -Oh Yeah! That feels good!? as they apparently embraced and he kissed and fondled her. 

 

After a fell minutes of intimate sounds, including a groan of pleasure from my wife, they turned their attention to me. -And that’s the asshole husband.? Glenn said with a chuckle. -Introduce him to Randy since he’s going to be looking after him while we watch and fuck. I felt my wife take my leash and tug me forward then stop me and order me to kneel. 

 

-Now, asshole, she’s going to take your blindfold off so you can meet Randy’s cock, but I don’t want you to look at his face tonight, ever! Understand?? I nodded and my wife removed the blindfold leaving me staring at the front of a pair of jeans. 

 

-You know what to do!, Glenn said, and I did. I reached up and undid his jeans, having to reach under his bare hairy belly which overhung the button. I unzipped him and he lifted in the chair enough for me to slide the jeans and his underwear down. His cock appeared inches from my face, thick, uncircumsized, and growing steadily harder. 

 

-You want a taste faggot??, he asked, his voice hoarse with lust. I nodded, but he grabbed my hair and said, -Answer me faggot. I want you to ask for my cock! And remember to say please.

 

My face flushed red in embarrassment, I asked. -Please may I suck your cock?

 

-Lick the end first; stick your tongue in my pisshole!, and I obeyed, tasting the bitter salty urine taste - the strong smell of his crotch making it obvious he hadn’t showered for a couple days. 

 

-Now you can push the foreskin back with your tongue and suck the head! As I obeyed, I almost gagged at the white stuff under his foreskin, but I licked the foreskin back as commanded, cleaning his dirty cock. He groaned with pleasure, his cock rock hard now, and he shoved in my mouth until he hit the back of my mouth and I gagged as he started to slide into my throat. Bev knelt beside me and watched, her breathing becoming heavy as he started pumping in and out, making me gag with each deeper thrust. Then, he finally buried his cock in my throat, his balls slapping against my chin as my face was buried in his thick pubic hair, his fat hairy belly resting on the top of my head. He held me there, enjoying my struggles and gagging, which simply heightened his pleasure as my throat muscles clenched his cock with each gagging impulse. 

 

When he finally let go, I sat back, desperately gasping for air. My wife got up and disappeared and I could hear her whispering to Glenn, and then groaning as he handled her. I could only imagine what they were doing as Randy once more rammed his cock down my throat, both hands yanking me forward by my hair as he ground himself into my face. 

 

After several minutes of having my mouth and throat roughly fucked, Glenn called a halt. They made me put on a wide leather shackle belt and Bev clipped my wrist restraints to it. Then she made me bend over while she lubricated my anus and led me over where Randy sat in an large easy chair. As Glenn had instructed, I kept my gaze low, so as not to see his face. I was ordered to kneel on the arms, my back to him which left me squatting over Randy’s cock my knees spread wide. Then she guided his hard cock to my opening and ordered me to lower myself on it. As I felt the head of his cock press into my asshole I couldn’t continue, but Randy simply put his hands on my waist and pulled down, at the same time thrusting up, impaling me on his rock hard cock. 

 

I screamed with the pain of my anus being instantly forced to take his cock but she had a hard grip on my shrivelled balls and I couldn’t move. And then she got on her hands and knees as Glenn mounted her from behind and started pumping into her. She orgasmed almost immediately as I watched helpless and in agony from the big, cock buried in my ass. 

 

-Fuck yourself on him!, Glenn ordered but I couldn’t and he knew it.

 

Bev had my balls firmly in hand and Randy was holding me down, his cock buried to the hilt in my anus. Then Glenn lit a cigarette and handed it to my wife. -Show Randy what this will do!-, he ordered and started pumping into her.

 

Grunting with his thrusts, she went at my shriveled cock and balls. As the hot tip bit into the shaft of my cock, my balls, and the head of my cock I bucked and squirmed in pain, my anal muscles contracting in spasms, milking Randy’s cock. 

He yelled with pleasure and held me down on him and Glenn redoubled his efforts fucking my wife, slapping into her ass, his hands holding her waist. Bev was wild with lust, jabbing my cock with the cigarette again and again as she came in waves. I was almost delirious with the pain from the cock buried up my anus and the agony of the burning cigarette tip biting deep into my cock. 

And as Randy yelled he was coming, she buried the glowing end of the cigarette in the pee hole of my cock head and my anal muscles contracted in agony adding to his pleasure as he finally exploded into my ass. 

 

My wife dropped the cigarette butt, concentrating on the hard fucking she was getting from Glenn. I was screaming now, as the ember off the cigarette continued to seer my pee hole, my anal muscles continuing spastic contractions on Randy’s softening cock causing him to groan loudly with pleasure. Through the pain I could see Glenn’s hands squeezing and twisting my wife’s breasts, using them as handles to yank her back as he thrust hard into her, his crotch slapping against her ass. She was shaking her head and yelling but it was clear that it was at least as much from pleasure as from pain.

 

She was wild with lust, far more excited than I’d ever seen her before, and when Glenn finally shot his load in her she was yelling, -Yes! Yes!, Oh Yes!

 

The rest of the evening was a blur. I was in a lot of pain from the cigarette burns but of course I wasn’t in charge and those who were were far from finished. I know I swallow loads of cum, starting with licking off the mess that has leaked out around Randy’s softening cock from his thighs and crotch, licking his cock clean, desperately trying to clench my stretched anus to hold in the rest of his load. 

Then it was time to clean Glenn and Bev. By the time I finally made it to the bathroom much had leaked out. But the training had taken and I after I’d sat on the toilet, painfully straining to drain my bowels, I got a washcloth ready to wipe Randy’s cock so he could fuck my wife cleanly, and to wipe up my mess..

 

When I came out of the bathroom - it hurt to walk- they were already back at it. Randy sat on the couch with a beer. I was careful not to look at him above his big stomach and fat thighs while Glenn squatted over my wife’s face as she licked the back side of his hanging sack and then his asshole. His cock was already semi-hard again. Randy laughed at the sight. 

 

-Look at that wife of yours! She’s an asshole licker! What a slut! Did she ever lick your asshole faggot?

 

I was red with the humiliation of what she was doing and what he thought of her for doing it, and I knew he was going to make me lick him and dreaded it knowing how poor his hygiene was. Sure enough, he stood up, turned around and bent over, showing me his big hairy ass.

 

-Okay, faggot, it’s my turn. Show your wife she’s not the only pig here. 

 

And I did, washing his asshole clean. My stomach was heaving with the smell and taste. The hair around his anal ring was matted with dried shit, which slowly came loose from my licking. And just when I began to think the worst was over, as I was probing into his loose anus with my tongue, he let loose a loud, wet fart, enveloping my face in the stench. 

I lost it and rushed for the toilet, barely making it before spewing my guts out, filling the bowl with the remains of my supper and the mess of fluids I been forced to swallow. When it was over, I remained on my knees, aching everywhere, until I heard Glenn calling me to -Get out here!, and pulled myself to my feet and went back into the living room.

 

They were both at my wife now, Glenn still sitting on her face holding her legs high and spread wide, as Randy knelt between her legs – he’d put a pillow under her ass - pumping into her. His belly flopped with each stroke his flabby male breasts bouncing as he screwed my wife. She wasn’t moving enough for him so he pinched and twisted her nipples, yelling -Pump slut, pump your ass!-, until she started thrusting back. 

 

Glenn was sliding his ass back and forth over her face, pressing heavily on her, and I could tell that this time she wasn’t enjoying herself but simply working to bring them off and end it. Glenn looked up at me, checking to see that I was avoiding looking at Randy’s face, and ordered me to go get two beers, 

-When we’re done with her you’ll have a big drink, so the least you can do is have one ready for up too., and smiled. But they were in no hurry, and twice changed places, until Randy finally dumped his load deep into her and Glenn shot his load on her belly. They slowly climbed off, sated and exhausted, flopped into two armchairs and took the beers I’d brought them.

 

Nothing much more was said as they watched me lick them and then her clean, and we slowly got dressed. Then, just as we were ready to leave, Glenn said, -How about a kiss goodnight you two? You first Bev.- 

 

She went over and bent down. Glenn kissed her quite gently and said softly, -I’ll call you next week. Randy held his limp cock and said, -Say goodnight to this slut! 

 

She bent down and kissed and licked it then returned to where I was standing by the door. 

 

-Your turn!-, Glenn said and as I approached, both men stood, turned away and bent over, spreading their cheeks. I hesitated, but when Glenn said, -Well, what are you waiting for. Kiss us goodnight, or better still give us one last lick!-, and I did, licking each of their assholes in turn. We finally left.

 

We were quiet on the ride home. The first reason was that we were both exhausted. And for me there were several other reasons. The first was that I was in considerable pain, some from my stretched anus, but more from the burns on my balls and cock, especially my pee hole which had been deeply burned by that ember that broke off the cigarette. But I was also confused. 

I felt humiliated and abandoned. All I could see in my mind was how excited she had been by what happened, the raw lust on her face that I had never seen before in the time I’d known her. What did it mean? Was our marriage over? If so, how did I feel about that? 

 

When we got home she told me quietly but firmly to go to our bedroom, get undressed and lie on the bed, then turned away and went into her home office. I couldn’t believe it! More to come after all that had happened. But I went. And the reason I did was because I realized that I didn’t want us to be over, and I had to hope that somehow all this would somehow lead us back to each other.

 

When the door opened I closed my eyes. I was lying on the bed as directed, raw with pain. I felt her sit beside me on the bed and then I felt her touch my limp, burning penis, gently.... And then I felt the cool ointment she was spreading on the burns, and slowly opened my eyes. Her eyes were filled with tears as she treated the very burns she had made herself only hours before. And then I understood. 

The wife in Glenn’s apartment and the one I’d married and loved for years, the one I was seeing now, were one and the same. When she was done, she lay down beside me, her head on my chest and despite my discomfort and the memories of the humiliation I’d felt and still did feel, I somehow felt okay. 

 

-I’m sorry.- she whispered softly. -I couldn’t help myself. We won’t do it again, I promise.-

 

I didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, then said softly in reply, -It’s okay. Don’t blame yourself. We went where we somehow needed to go. And don’t promise. I think we both know that won’t work. We’ll be okay, as long as we both know how we feel about each other.

 

We hugged and slept.

 

  

  

 

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