Hot Sauna

Ours is not the typical cuckold relationship where it takes years of gentle persuasion and hints by the husband to finally get his wife to cuckold him. As soon as my wife Jacki discovered the benefit of cuckolding she knew right away that was what she wanted-way before she even met me.

We met in college after I went back to graduate school for some refresher courses-me older and naturally submissive, and she young, sweet, but naturally dominant. She was the prettiest young thing in the college cafeteria. One day she dropped her books, and of course I was Johnny-on-the-spot to pick them up for her. I was mesmerized by her long silky legs! After that, I wooed her with poetry, flowers, and expensive jewelry and finally lured her to the local lover's lane. I had never thought about my penis size before, but she remarked politely that I was too small for her and that I came too quick, but she loved the way I licked her pussy. Since then I've found that my penis is only in the one percentile for length-at 4" erect it's shorter than a Popsicle stick and fits neatly inside an empty toilet paper tube with room to spare- but it is at least average in thickness. When she found out that I was naturally submissive we had the makings of a "match made in heaven," but only on her terms. And her terms meant a cuckold lifestyle where I am the obedient submissive cuckold hubby.

Sure, she could have had much better men than me-she had a lot of tall hunky suitors-but she wanted a good provider for her future offspring-no matter who the biological fathers were-and a companion to help out at home, and since she has a high-octane sex drive she didn't want to cheat, nor did she want to be cheated on or suffer the wrath of a jealous husband. Cuckolding lets her have the best of both worlds: a loving, faithful, dependable, obedient pussy-licking hubby, and all the handsome big-cocked black stud lovers she wants, any time she wants them. And it's not cheating; there's no breach of trust. I know all about it and even encourage her, as if I had a choice in the matter!

She can literally have her cake and eat it too! I'm even turned on by the humiliation and jealousy of it! I love her and don't want to lose her and I'll do anything for her. I just have to make up for my shortcomings in the bedroom in other ways, that's all. And a large inheritance from my hard-working grandfather doesn't hurt either!

"Let's try out our new pool today, honey" she said, as she stood naked in front of the full-length closet mirror critically appraising her near-perfect tan. We just moved into a new apartment complex and hadn't been to the pool yet, other than on our tour of the clubhouse, so it sounded like a good idea to me at the time. You know what they say about hindsight.

Jacki and I had both been busy in our first year of marriage, so she had not found suitable lovers to cuckold me with. Sure, there were two or three close calls, but for one reason or another, none of them really worked out. Meanwhile, she continued training me to help around the house and in the art of licking her pussy the way she likes. I also learned how to massage her from head to toe, including giving her nice foot massages at the end of the day. I was hoping to be able to do more to please her sexually though. I learned from reading on the subject that you could learn to please a woman by being creative-not just going in/out, but up/down, left/right, around in circles, hard/soft, fast/slow, etc. And this could be combined with a romantic candle-lit atmosphere with soft music and full-body foreplay. I was thinking that, if I played my cards right, maybe I could become Jacki's primary lover. And being in a new location might help me to do that.

My heart fluttered as I stood by like an obedient servant and watched my gorgeous dominant, but sweet, 27-year-old wife of one year assess her body. A former beauty queen and statuesque model at 135lbs, 5'10" (an inch taller than me), Jacki looked as delicious as a ripe peach ready to be plucked from the tree and eaten. Golden-tan, curly platinum hair, blue-green eyes with firm legs and the velvet-skinned body of a 19 year old. I felt like a man who had just won the lottery, but couldn't cash in his ticket. She jolted me out of my stupor of admiration.

"Don't just stand there gawking, sweetie, hand me that hair brush."

I did, and then stood by at attention as she detangled and shaped those luscious blonde curls like she was getting ready for a night on the town rather than a casual afternoon at the pool. When she finished fluffing her hair, she outlined her luscious lips in red, and then applied hot pink lipstick topped off by a light coat of "kiss me" gloss. She did another little naked pirouette in front of the mirror. She knows what this does to my libido, so she teased me a little, saying,

"Honey, don't drool like a hungry mutt. You know it's a privilege for you to see me naked and I could take that privilege away. You wouldn't want that would you?"

"No honey, I wouldn't," I stammered and tried to stand up straighter, if that was possible. Seeing her naked is a treat better than a juicy bone for this hungry mutt-it's an erect and juicy boner! It's something I live for. No, no, I wouldn't want that. Not on your life.

She spun around some more and looked at the white areas around her boobs and on her ass and pubic area. "Don't you think I should freshen up my tan a little?"

I snapped to and agreed, and she said she felt sexy and a little naughty today and wanted to wear something daring to the pool, that maybe she would "get lucky" and meet some "good neighbors"-meaning hunky black men of course. I fetched her skimpy 2-piece bright-orange bikini and helped her slip it on. Its French cut bottom accentuates her long legs and the tiny triangular top shows off her squeezable 36C-cup boobs. Her curvy butt hangs out of the postage-stamp bottom like a teenage tease, but the daring part is the front. It looks like it could be a thong strip in reverse. Any narrower and it would disappear into her pussy crack; any shorter and her pubes would be flapping in the breeze. As it is, it shows so much of her pubic region that she has to shave as smooth as a newborn fawn to wear it.

This is not a problem for her since she loves the silky feel of her freshly shaved pussy. She says it opens her up and makes her feel more vulnerable and available to her lovers. She likes how it feels so soft and slick when wet, and that just a light touch of the right man's fingers sends shivers and tingles up and down her spine and makes her delirious for a big hard cock. Sometimes, as a reward, she lets me do the shaving honors before she goes out, but most of the time she shaves herself. I stand by like her personal servant (which I guess I am)-handing her the razor, lotion, and special "bikini area" skin moisturizer.

She looked so delectable. I was hoping there would be no one at the pool who would interest her and I would get my chance to show her what I could do.

Jacki arrived at the pool first as planned. She likes to get there before me and secure a strategic spot-not just for getting the perfect tan, but also for displaying herself as a sexy young thing to any hunky men who might want to get her. That way, by the time I arrive, just like male foxes in the wild, or toughs in the hood, they have already marked her as theirs. "I've got dibs on that chick dude." "I saw her first bro, she's mine." Not that they would consider an old shrimp like me as real competition anyway.

When I got there she was reclining in a lounge chair looking like Cleopatra leading her royal barge down the Nile. She was stretched out on a fluffy navy-blue beach towel reading a steamy romance paperback appropriately called "Summer Lust". The contrast of the orange bikini and her golden tan on the dark blue towel made her look as classy as the Hope diamond majestically displayed atop a blue velvet pillow. Her legs splayed wide just past the edges of the chair and her succulent pussy mound pointed like a bird dog at her targets-three big burly guys standing at the end of the pool drinking beer. They were obviously men from the local military base-close-cropped hair, muscular, complete with hell-raising tattoos that looked like scorpions, skulls, devils, lions, etc., all over their disgustingly well built bodies. These jocks were clearly dominant alpha-males-virile high-testosterone specimens-just the kind of hard-bodied young studs Jacki likes. The biggest guy was black and sported a tongue stud.

They were drinking beer and chatting up a young girl in a yellow bikini sitting on the edge of the pool dangling her legs seductively in the cool water with her pussy practically rubbing their noses. As I slinked past I asked that age-old question that men like me have been asking since Eve tempted Adam: "Why is it that some men have all the luck!" (You don't have to answer. If you've read this far, I think you and I both know).

I went to the opposite end of the pool from Jacki as she always instructs me to do. It's our little ritual. Whether its at the pool or in a crowded bar, she loves making me watch and squirm while she acts single and flirts with "Real Men" as she now calls them, to contrast them with a wimp like me. Besides, if she sneaks off with one, my role is to watch over her things and save her spot. She especially likes military men because they are usually young, fit, horny as hell, and regularly tested. The later is great for her because she loves to feel them bareback in her sensitive pussy and feed me the cream pie results afterwards when she can-and she knows that I shamefully love it too, even though it's humiliating as hell.

I slumped into a lounge chair on the opposite side of the pool with a clear view of her and pretended to read and tried my best to look cool-though I'm sure I looked like a perfect dork in my floppy hat and senior citizen wrap-around sunglasses. She had given me a lurid romance novel to read called "Take Me, I'm Yours," with a Fabio-like long-haired stud-maybe it was Fabio-on the cover passionately embracing and kissing a swooning damsel. She thinks it's funny and it's her little joke she likes to play on me.

Nearly 30 minutes went by, and other than a lot of lecherous ogling directed at my wife's skimpy little bikini, nothing much happened. I was getting hopeful, but as they say, it was just "the calm before the storm." Then, just as I was thinking that, Jacki got up and took a brief dip in the pool to cool off and no doubt put herself on offer as sumptuous bait to tempt the horny savages.

She has her bag of flirty tricks to get attention and this time she used her little blue plastic hair thing. She "accidentally" dropped it in the water and it just "happened" to float over to where the guys were standing at the end of the pool. Naturally, to my dismay, the big black Linebacker-type-the one with the tongue stud, the one who was about 6'3", 230, the one who was ripped, and good-looking as hell-happened to see it first. He scooped it up, turned to her with a toothpaste commercial smile crafted to hide his inner predator, and said,

"Excuse me Miss, is this yours?"

Jacki yelped with surprise and reached up to feel her hair to confirm it was missing, exclaiming, "Oh, my god, it must have fallen out!" She extended her arm toward him and gave him a seductive smile. "Thanks so much; you're a doll," and she waited for him to wade over toward her.

I've learned that its something she likes to do-make men come to her so it looks like she has all the charm and they are making all the moves. Which is true of course. She knows how to use her pussy-power, whether its on a stud like him or a wimp like me, to get what she wants. And like I said, she IS gorgeous.

I couldn't hear everything they were saying when he got close enough to hand it back to her, but it was only a few minutes before they were laughing out loud. I think he asked her if she came to the pool often, and she said no, that she had just moved in, though she was going to come as often as she could to keep up her tan. Then I heard him say,

"You have a great tan already from where I'm standing," and he smiled like the lecherous fox I knew he was and extended his hand to her. "I just moved in too, my name is Jeff."

She laughed, "Thanks, mine is Jacki," and she reached out and made contact, "Nice to meet you, Jeff."

Jeff took this opportunity to swoop in like an eagle homing in on a gourmet mouse dinner. "Are you here alone? Why don't you come on over and have a beer on me, and meet my friends Tom and Rob."

"Yes, I am," she lied, "Sure, I'd love a beer, I'm parched, thanks."

Delighted with this, he seized her hand, and still beaming, he-man Jeff led his prize catch over to the other two tattooed military guys. My hopes were fading. I hated him.

At this point I have to tell you that my little "cucky wucky," as Jacki likes to call it, had stretched to its full pitiful 4 inches of erect glory. The outline of my stiff little penis showed through the thin one-size-too-small Speedo racers she makes me wear. Light blue, flower-patterned Speedo racers that is. They aren't appropriate for an old pale-skinned wimp like me with an overhanging paunch, but she likes the ridiculous look and the way it shows off my little erect cock and the pre-cum stains it makes. There's no way I can hide it. (And I know not to complain-else she might make good on her threat to make me wear an obvious pair of feminine girl's bikini bottoms to make my status even clearer. At least she doesn't keep me in a chastity device-at least not yet-knock on wood).

I couldn't hear much of what they said at the other end of the pool but they talked, laughed, and gestured a lot, and I found out later that Tom and Rob were brothers and the girl in the yellow bikini was Tom's girlfriend. They were just visiting Jeff to hang out, drink beer, and check out the pool.

She accepted his offer of a cold bottle of Corona from his poolside cooler. They sipped the beers and Jeff chatted her up like a pro going for the first place blue ribbon in seduction. As they talked, Jeff touched Jacki's arm and shoulder from time to time and she returned in kind, showing that she could be touchy-feely too. At one point he even rested his right hand on her shoulder, stroked her blonde curls and peered directly into her eyes! Obviously, Jeff was the kind of man who gets (or takes) what he wants, and right now my honey was in the middle of his radar screen. I thought he was going to bend over and kiss her right there! Watching this made my hungry oft-denied little penis ooze a little pre-cum and I had to raise my knees up to try and hide the enlarging spot. Then, after she downed about half of her second beer, things took a sudden turn.

Jeff got out of the pool first, and like a gentleman helping his lady, he reached down to lift Jacki out while, of course, taking in the full view of her luscious globes. Then he grabbed his towel and followed her over to her lounge chair and pulled up a lounge right next to her! Within the next 5 minutes smooth-talking Jeff was rubbing tanning lotion all over her with his greedy hands!

My little soldier popped up hard and saluted with spastic twitches as I watched his big black hands slather lotion everywhere on her body: her shapely calves, her thighs, her stomach, her back, and even on the over-exposed parts of her butt, boobs, and pubic areas. As he got bolder, he spent extra time going around, and even underneath, the edges of her tiny bikini top and bottom. He fondled her like his own private sex toy. None of her silky skin was safe from his long probing fingers! He even brushed them across her moistening pussy underneath her bikini! She didn't complain though. She laughed when he tickled her; and moaned when he rubbed the right spots.

When he finally finished this "arduous" task-one that seemed like forever to me and my throbbing cock-he laid back down and she did the same thing to him, just more sensuously as only a sexy teasing woman like my beautiful wife Jacki can. She kneaded the lotion in slowly, starting with small, but ever-increasing circles with a big "I'm really going to enjoy this" grin on her face. She caressed his broad shoulders his thick neck, his muscular back, and then went down to his powerful legs, rock-hard calves, and, to be thorough, even his big calloused feet. It was more like the loving attention of a sensuous massage than a casual rubbing on of lotion. How I yearned to be him! All I could do was watch as my bobbing little cock throbbed for relief inside its stretchy, and now sticky, thin material prison.

When he rolled onto his back, my wife spent what seemed like an eternity to me on his tattooed chest and gym-hardened pecs. While she did his legs and ripped abs I saw her tongue dart out wickedly as her hands disappeared underneath his baggy black surfer shorts. I don't know how far up she went but he definitely got a hard on! And so did I! Only, his was clearly much bigger.

All this took place right in front of my eyes-in front of me, her loving husband. It was humiliating; I was jealous; I felt helpless; but I also felt a primitive rush of sexual arousal at the same time! I guess that's why I'm the cuckold wimp and black studs like Jeff are my wife's lovers. We all have our roles to play.

They were lying down on their stomachs face-to-face talking intimately, but they were too far from me to hear. Besides, someone had turned on a boom box that pretty much drowned out everything. But what happened next said it all!

It looked like a natural move, but I grimaced nevertheless when he reached across and grabbed her hand. They were now clasping hands like girlfriend and boyfriend as they sunned and talked in hushed tones! I couldn't believe how fast all this happened. My little cock strained to the max and I'm sure that my cock head was turning purple from excitement. She had not so much as glanced or even smiled in my direction-as if I didn't exist! And, with a big-cocked handsome black hunk like Jeff beside her holding her hand and giving her all of his attention, I'm sure that in her mind, I didn't.

During the intimate talk she couldn't keep her eyes off him and she was squirming and opening and closing her legs like an anxious female fly about to devour a tempting piece of male wedding cake. I wondered if her bikini bottom was as wet as my Speedos. If so, it would be sticking into her pussy crack! Then she rolled over onto her side and propped up on one elbow with her nearly nude body directly facing him as if to make a statement. I couldn't hear what she said, but I imagined it was something like: "Would you like to go to the sauna?" It only took a nanosecond for them to pop up, grab their towels, and walk together inside where the sauna and exercise gym are.

Jacki and I had noted on our tour that the sauna is fully enclosed and small, but big enough to squeeze in 4 or 5 people (or, one passionate couple for a naughty quickie). When the door is closed and the light is off, you can't see in through the cloudy porthole window. Anyway, I'm sure no one was in there today-it was too hot for the sauna, unless of course, you had other things in mind, as I'm sure that Jeff the stud did as he disappeared into the building with his muscular black arms around my white cutie pie trophy wife. What a contrast! What a humiliating turn-on!

My job was to keep an eye on her stuff, so I could only imagine what was going on in there on those slatted wooden sauna benches. Knowing my wife's slutty state of arousal though, and how she digs athletic well-endowed black hunks like Jeff, it wouldn't take a genius to figure it out.

She told me later, as I did my cuckold duty tasting his sticky fresh cum and kissing, sucking, and licking her swollen red pussy-so I might as well go ahead and tell you now. I'll do my best, although it will be without all the moans, sighs, and dreamy-eyed looks that accompanied her telling of it. To not mince words, she said that being with Jeff was the most erotic and lustful experiences she has ever had. She waxed on about Jeff's hard muscled body and how romantic he was. He held her, caressed her, and kissed her like a delicate white porcelain doll he had just become engaged to, and that he didn't even try to French kiss her right away-though he certainly did later as things heated up, and I don't mean the sauna. He played with her sensitive big nipples through her top and made them stiff and erect before he pulled her top down and thoroughly tweaked, sucked, and nibbled on each of them the way she likes it, giving her the full effect of his tongue stud. He rubbed lightly around her clit and finger-fucked her smooth pussy with gentle come-hither motions along the top of her vagina that excited her G-spot and even wiped his dripping fingers across her lips and fed her own juices to her as she sucked them like little wet cocks. When he flicked his tongue piercing on her clit, she said she was "sooooo turned on and wet and wanted him so bad" that she reached inside his trunks and pulled out his giant cock, and sucked him like the last man on earth, rock-hard and teetering on the brink of coming.

Jacki loves big cocks and she said his cock was more than twice as large as my "little boy" excuse for a cock-that she could get both of her hands on it and still had plenty of room to suck. But the best part was the thickness. Even with her long red fingernails, she couldn't quite get either hand all the way around it. Her pussy was soaked and dripping as he cupped his big hands behind her head and French kissed her using his tongue stud like a little mouth dildo. She was squirming like a hot slut with an itch that could only be scratched by a big black dick.

I'm sure it was as easy as sinking the 8-ball positioned like a sitting duck in front of the corner pocket for him to just move her little strip orange bikini aside and enter her slick pussy. She said it was hard to take the stretching at first-it "hurt a little"-but, to paraphrase the famous road sign, she's "slipperier than hell when wet." Even so, he took his time and slid his thick colossal cock in deliberately inch by tantalizing inch while kissing and caressing her and slipping the tips of his nasty fingers in and out of her pretty asshole at the same time. When he had about 7 inches in and only 1 or 2 more to go she was shocked to feel the delicious spasms of her first orgasm without even moving-just from the heavenly sensation of the stretching on entry, and the filled up and penetrated feeling. But he just kept going in like a well-oiled piston until she could feel his big balls on her ass and the tip of his cock just kissing her cervix, exploring virgin territory where, as rabid Star-Trek fans would say, "no man has ever gone before," especially me. She said, "Oh honey, he's so big and such a perfect fit!"

Then he stopped and stayed very still letting the realization of the moment sink in for what seemed like an eternity to her, though it was just a couple of minutes. When he started talking "deliciously dirty" to her, she felt little pulsating orgasmic-like waves coming on and on and getting stronger. The dam of any propriety she still had left broke loose and cascaded a torrent of pent-up sexual feelings directed at the massive cock that skewered her. She wiggled, humped, and bucked like a desperate alley whore lewdly fucking for a precious quarter begging him to go "Deeper! Harder! Faster! Please, don't...don't stop! Make me your whore...your bitch!"

And he did. He slapped her ass with his hand and his swinging balls as he power-fucked her with long, hard, deep, strokes for at least 30 minutes practically pulling her vagina inside out. She thinks she had five-maybe six or more-orgasms. She's not sure-she lost count-maybe it was just one continuous orgasm, before he finally grunted like a rutting pig and erupted with multiple spasms of hot, fresh, baby-making cum deep into her unprotected womb. She thinks she screamed. She couldn't believe the staying power, the intensity, the incredible way his big cock took her breath away. She said she's already had more powerful orgasms with him in that sauna than she's had with me the last year! Luckily for me, she is on the pill (I think! - I hope!).

The sweetest part about it, she said, was the way he cuddled and kissed and stroked her for about 10 minutes afterwards, sweet-talking her and telling her how beautiful she was, and how much he wanted to see her again-all this while his mammoth cock was still pulsing happily inside her and feeling right at home! She said he was "such a man" and he made her feel so feminine, so sexy, so much like a woman, so submissive and mushy inside. At this point, I expected her to say that she had given over all my husbandly rights to him forever and it was time to have children-his of course! "Honey, I've been thinking; you know I'm not getting any younger. Maybe it's time?" She didn't say it, but I could tell she was thinking it!

Part of our marriage agreement is that I am to raise all of the children that her lovers give her. I love children, so this is fine with me, though I'm hoping that one or two of them could be mine. She says its possible, but that I have to earn it by competing with sloppy seconds. If my sperm can win against her lover's sperm, then I have a chance.

When the two lovebirds finally emerged from the clubhouse it wasn't hard for me-or anyone else for that matter-to see what had happened. She blushed and was still red in all the right places, a faint pattern from the wooden slats streaked across her back, the gloss gone from her smudged pink lipstick, and she smiled with glazed over eyes like she was in a hypnotic trance. She had that glow about her that she teasingly tells me all the time that only a "Real Man" with a "Real Cock" gives her. Everyone there could see that she had been thoroughly ravaged!

Still dreamy eyed, she picked up her towel and bag to leave (her cream pie was still fresh!), but lover-boy Jeff wouldn't let her go without having a little kissy-faced thing first. He grabbed her right there in public and French-kissed her with both hands digging into her ass cheeks and clasped her to him like a vise with his cock pressed up hard against her pubes! My sweet wife looked like a vulnerable little girl's rag doll that had just fallen into the perverted hands of a black neighborhood thug. She put up no resistance, and she melted into his clinging embrace with a passionate long wet kiss back. Things were happening at light-speed! The other guys-and me too-had our mouths hanging open like stunned onlookers watching the fast, public seduction that took place in front of our eyes between two complete strangers. I'm sure his friends thought Jeff was one cool-ass dude and I expect they got an earful later.

Meanwhile, I took the gathering up of her things as my cue to leave and I jumped up with my towel in front of me to hide my erection and the humiliating wet stains. I hustled out the other exit and went puffing back up the hill to our apartment so I could get there before her. While lover-boy Jeff continued sweet-talking, kissing, and leaving his grimy paw prints all over my wife's sweet ass, I had to get to work fast. I prepared her bubble bath, poured her a glass of chilled wine, and laid out some sexy white short shorts and a lime-green tube-top for her to wear. Then I put a large towel on the floor, stripped naked, put on my special satin-lined pink ruffled panties with the white lace trim, and laid down on my back and waited for her with my palms down crossed underneath supporting the small of my back. She likes me in that position so she can squat over my face and ooze and drip fresh cum as I kiss, suck, and lick her swollen red pussy and she fills me in on the steamy details of what happened. She is sweet, but firm. The rules are that I am never to touch her pussy without permission, and only then with my mouth and tongue when she has a fresh load of cum. Sometimes, I get a sloppy seconds mercy fuck, but I am never to ask, otherwise I'm cut off indefinitely.

"He gave me his cell-phone number and said he wants to see me again soon," she said like a giddy teenager. "He wouldn't take no for an answer. But he said he wants to wait until his balls fill to the bursting point so he can do me properly, like a breeding bull stud. Isn't he sweet, honey? Since we both live here he wants me to come over to his apartment Saturday night for a going away party he's throwing for a friend of his at the base. He said to wear something super hot and sexy so he can show me off to his friends, and to come prepared to spend the night. He said he wants to 'rock my world' and make love to me all night long!" And with that familiar far-away look of infatuation in her eyes she said, "Oh, cucky darling, this is sooooo exciting. I'm sooooo glad we moved here. Aren't you?"

Yes, I thought, what a stroke of luck. So lucky that any hopes I had of sexually satisfying my wife have totally disappeared. So lucky to have found a big-cocked black stud to fuck my wife on our very first day here. We're lucky all right.

She kept singing Jeff's praises like a lovesick adolescent whose hormones had just kicked in-Jeff was a fighter pilot, Jeff was a black belt, Jeff was this, Jeff was that-when she had another sudden little orgasm from the great work my tongue was doing. It was just a tingle compared to the volcanic eruptions Jeff had given her, but she rewarded me by squashing her sloppy pussy into my face-smothering me in the folds of her juicy labia. I loved it-and she knew it-so she ground it in like she was scrubbing the floor with it.

While she did this, she also scraped her long red fingernails along the length of my engorged palpitating cock through my satin panties and gave my cock head a little squeeze. I panted desperately for relief, but she stopped short. Way short! Damnit!.

"I love the way you clean my pussy honey; it's what you were meant to do," she said, patting my straining cock like a little boy. "I love my little cucky wucky when he's so horny! I just want to keep him that way forever!" and she blew me a kiss as she got up leaving me there turning various colors in my pre-cum-stained pink panties with aching blue balls and a frustrated purple cock.

She said she was sorry, but there would be no sex for me this time. She was still sore from Jeff's big black cock, and besides that, with her pussy so stretched and gaping she wouldn't feel my little thing in her anyway. She didn't want to spoil the vivid memory she clung to of Jeff's humongous rock-hard cock totally filling and stretching her to the max. And for sure, she didn't want to mix my weak sperm in with his, "you know, just in case."

"Maybe in a couple of days, honey," she said to console me. "Or, maybe after the party on Saturday," she said, re-thinking it. "That is, if you're a good boy; we'll see."

I felt devasted and so horny I could have fucked a friendly dining room chair if she would have let me. But such is the lot of a cuckold. It's what I agreed to, and I'd better be a good boy this week for sure, starting now.

I handed her the glass of chilled wine as she stepped into the tub, then she turned and gave me a real shocker.

"Oh, and cucky honey, when we go shopping this week for my hot outfit to wear to Jeff's party-hmm, I wonder if Jeff would like me in a white lace babydoll nightie-we need to get some pretty, feminine things for you too. I had to make up something quick, and I didn't want to risk spoiling it by telling him I was married just yet, so I told him I was sharing an apartment with a kinky Gay roommate who cross-dresses. I knew you wouldn't mind. He just laughed, and said to bring you to the party too! He said there would be some people there that you might like! Isn't he wonderful?"

Gay! Cross-dresser! Oh my god, what have I gotten into! Of course, it was hard to protest while standing there in a pair of frilly pink panties. She must have seen the total look of shock and horror on my face because she patted me gently on the head trying to calm me, saying,

"Now, now. Don't worry little puppy. It's not that bad. It'll only be for the summer while we're here. I'll really enjoy helping you become feminine and pretty. You are going to look so hot when I shave your legs and body and put you in heels and hose and a cute little dress and wig. You would like that wouldn't you?"

This was not what I had in mind, but I was too stunned to speak. She continued,

"Of course you would! I'm going to feel like a little girl again with my very on dress-up doll! Maybe Jeff will even let you serve us both like our personal slave girl and watch us as long as you are dressed pretty. Maybe he would like the attention of two 'women'! Wouldn't that be great! I think cucky wucky would really like it!"

She beamed up at me after she slithered her hot little body like a snake into the luxurious hot bubble bath, and after taking a sip of the cool wine, she added, to my chagrin,

"Oh, and by the way cucky, I want you to please call me "Miss Jacki" and say "Yes, Ma'am" to me and "Sir" to the men at all times from now on, especially around my hunky new black boyfriend Jeff and his friends. I told him you were partially earning your keep as my domestic. He loved it and said he and his friends may have some odd jobs for you too! He wants to get your cell phone number. You're such a good little housemaid honey. Wouldn't it be fun if you had some "maid for hire" business cards and handed them out at the party?"

Boyfriend! Domestic! Housemaid! Business cards! Those words went careening around the inside of my skull like a pong game gone berserk. I felt faint and dizzy, but there was more.

"And I think from now on I will call you 'sissy" just to keep up appearances. You look so cute in those panties, and besides, I think it fits you perfectly anyway."

I could see her devious mind still working as she sipped more wine and thought out loud.

"Honey, I think we should get you a tongue stud too-Jeff's is so nice! Oh, and make the cards pink with a frilly red border. That would be so cute, don't you think? Let's see, you'll need a make-up kit and some stick-on nails. Oh, and you're going to need a nice maid's uniform too. We need to make a list. You do want to be my little sissy maid cuckold don't you?"

When the room stopped spinning, the full reality of the day burned into my brain. Maybe, I rationalized, this could turn out to be a dream come true for a cuckold like me. Well, almost. The "domestic" part certainly has some truth to it as I am responsible for all the chores, cooking, and housework already, but I'm certainly not Gay-not even close to it. OK, I've fantasized about bi and I do wear frilly panties like the pussy-whipped sissy wimp I am, and I came in them-right then and there-without even touching myself. Damn!

Fortunately, her eyes were closed as she was no doubt thinking about her new black lover and her new doll-maid-plaything-me! So, I don't think she noticed. Otherwise, I would be in for one of her humiliating little punishments because I'm not allowed to cum without permission. I grabbed her wine glass from the side of the tub as a diversion, and managed a weak stammer,

"Yes Ma'am, I, uh, I...I do. This is so exciting. I'll go refresh your wine for you now, Miss Jacki."

She just smiled, and said, "I can see we are going to have to put you in a chastity device sissy, to control your excitement."

Damn! It looks like one long hot scorching summer ahead!

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"Nature designed men to serve the needs of women"
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