Wife fucking with another man humiliating her husband
My dominant wife, is the head of our household. My wife thoroughly enjoys her superior status over me and had a large collection of whips and paddles to keep me subdued. She gave me permission to write about my submission to her and her newly rejuvenated sex life.
When she learned of my secret desire to be totally dominated, she was more than happy to accommodate me. Her efforts in training me have been well-rewarded for I am now completely submissive to her. Over the years my wife has become increasingly dominant and has developed a penchant for humiliating me. I have a very strong foot fetish and my wife allows me the pleasure of worshiping her beautiful size-8 ½ feet on a regular basis. I must satisfy her completely or face the consequence which usually means a severe paddling of my ass. I have become nothing more than a house boy and a slave to my beloved wife.
Even now as I write this, I am embarrassed by these words, but for several years now I have been unable to sexually satisfy my wife. She has a powerful libido, but unfortunately, I am not a satisfactory lover. My penis is small and I cum much too quickly. My wife began to tease me about the size of my dick early in her domination of me. Eventually, my wife started telling me about different men she had slept with in the past and how much better endowed they were than me. She is always amused by my reaction of jealousy. To compensate for my shortcomings, I happily provide my wife with cunnilingus and analingus whenever she wishes. She also enjoys being stimulated with toys. As it is now, my only source of sexual relief is through masturbation.
One night last week as I kissed her feet, she told me of her desire to have extramarital adventures. Feelings of jealousy and possessiveness swept over me. I realized, however, that I am totally under her control and devoted to serving as her foot slave, and would be powerless to oppose her having an affair if she chose to do so.
“I want you to be happy, dear,” I said in between kisses to her feet. “I’m your slave and you can do anything you want. I’m helpless to stop you, dear.” “Well, what would make me happy is a big, hard cock,” she informed me. “Yes, dear,” I responded shamefacedly.
My wife and I have been married almost twenty years, and she still looks fantastic. My wife is 5’ 7” tall and measures in at an impressive 36D-22-34 with hazel eyes, a great tan, and long dark hair. To me, she is a goddess; I want nothing more than to worship her and cater to her every whim. To other men, however, she is just a sexy woman they would love to fuck. I know she could easily find another man to bed her.
When I got home from work yesterday, I knelt down before my wife and kissed her feet as usual. She was in a cheerful mood.
“Honey, you know how we talked about me screwing another man?” she began with a patronizing tone.
“Yes, dear,” I responded sheepishly. “Have you met someone you want to sleep with?”
“Yes, I have,” she beamed. “His name is Tom and he’s a young male stripper. One of my married co-workers dated this guy behind her husband’s back. She told me how great he was in bed. She told me about the size of his cock, too. And I want him to fuck me.”
“Yes, dear,” I said, trying to hide my apprehension. “I want you to do whatever makes you happy, darling,”
“That’s exactly what I plan to do,” she told me in a condescending tone. “He’s coming over tonight, and you’re going to act as our butler and all-around servant. I’ve told him all about you, and he says it would really turn him on to have you to watch us.”
My only response was a sobbing, “Yes, dear.”
My wife then made me help her get ready for her date. After her bubble bath, I helped her into a short, low-cut, pink cocktail dress and a pair of strappy, high heeled sandals. She decided not to wear a bra or panties.“I’d just be taking them off as soon as he gets here anyway,” she told me. “I’m really horny and he will be here to fuck me in half an hour. I can hardly wait!”
She then had me dress in a tuxedo and explained my duties as a butler.
“I expect total obedience when I order you to do something, no matter what it is. Am I understood?” my wife lectured me.
“Yes, dear,” I answered. “Of course, dear.”
“I want to see you to kneel before him and beg him to fuck me,” she grinned.
“Yes, dear,” was all I could manage to say. “Whatever you say, dear.”
I answered the door when my wife’s guest arrived. The man was ruggedly handsome, young and quite muscular. I felt intimidated by him. Addressing him as “Sir,” I escorted my wife’s date to the living room where my wife greeted him with a deep, smoldering kiss.
My wife told me to take Tom’s jacket and to bring them each a glass of Chablis. When I returned with the wine, they were on the sofa. I passively knelt at my wife’s feet and quietly waited for further instructions. My wife and her guest sipped their drinks and eagerly chatting.
“My husband is not man enough to satisfy me,” She confided. “So I make him lick my feet to show his affection.”
“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “He licks your feet?”
“Show Tom how you worship my feet,” my wife smiled smugly down at me.
I obeyed without question, removing my wife’s shoes and amorously kissing her bare feet. She then began to work her delicious feet up and down my face and in and out of my mouth. I was soon in an erotic trance, passionately licking her feet from heel to toe for the entertainment of the new man in her life.
“It looks like you’ve trained him well, like a dog” he chuckled.
“Yes,” she responded proudly, “He tongues my pussy and asshole whenever I want, but I haven’t let him sleep with me for more than a year. He’s content to lick my feet and jack off.”
Tom was looking down at me, smiling from ear to ear, and I blushed in embarrassment.
“He’s gotten pretty good at giving me oral sex, but he knows his dick just isn’t big enough to satisfy me,” my wife told Tom as her hand gently stroked the bulge in his pants. “He wants me to enjoy sex, and since he’s not man enough to get the job done, my husband wants a man with a big cock like you to fuck me for him.”
“I have a big cock.” he smiled down at me arrogantly, waiting for my response.
My face burned crimson with shame and eagerly waited to see his enormous member. I must admit that watching my wife having sex with another man was a secret fantasy that I had relished. Now, with the prospect of the cuckold fantasy about to become a reality, I found myself becoming increasingly apprehensive. The feelings of humiliation were more severe than I had imagined. I remembered what my wife said about begging him to take her to bed, but hesitated at first.
“Did you hear that? Tom says he has a big cock,” She giggled. “Isn’t there a favor you want to ask him?”
“P-please, sir,” I stammered, kneeling before him and trembling with shame. “My wife needs a man with a big dick. I know that she would really enjoy herself with you. Please take her to bed fuck her good and hard, sir. I am unable to satisfy her sexually. Please fuck my wife and make her happy.”
Uttering these words made me feel thoroughly degraded. The horror of asking an obviously a better man to bed the woman I love cannot be described. Both of them laughed derisively at my plea; my eyes teared in disgrace.
“Sure, I’d be happy to fuck your wife with your permission for you,” Tom looked down at me with a menacing smirk. “I’ll give her a fucking you and she’ll never forget.”
My wife quickly secured my hands behind my back with a pair of handcuffs and unzipped my pants and attached a harness and leash to my undersized penis. Tugging on the leash, my wife happily took hold of Tom’s hand and led him into the bedroom with me submissively pulled by the leash behind them on my hands and knees.
I obediently kneeled at the foot of the bed and my wife quickly pulled her dress over her head. She sat on the bed and made me kiss her feet as she watched him undress for her.
“Wow!” my wife exclaimed.
I looked up at Tom's asset. He just stood there with his massive cock swaying out in front of his belly. I averted my eyes in shame, but could not help staring at his massive erection. Tom’s manhood was thrice the size of mine. It was almost as big around as my wrist, and had to be 10” in length, with purple veins coursing up the thin shaft and ending just below the enormous head. I looked at him with my mouth open in disbelief, and he stared down at me arrogantly. I felt my own cock shrivel up; my embarrassment in front of him, and even more in front of my wife, was unbelievably degrading. After sizing him up, my wife looked over at me and her smirk said it all; she and I both knew the extent of my inferiority.
He sat down on the bed beside my wife. Snuggling up to him, my wife took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it lovingly.
“Oh, my God!” She exclaimed. “You’re so big and hard!”
They started making out, French kissing with increasing passion and he was kneading and sucking her breasts. I was at the foot of the bed and passively watched. It was so thick she could not get her hand around the shaft. My wife’s 3 carat diamond wedding ring seemed to sparkle with insolence as her fingers fondled another man’s huge, hard cock.
My wife glanced at me with a smirk as she went down on him. She began licking her way up and down the thick shaft, and then kissed the plump head of his cock before taking it into her mouth. Tom moaned with pleasure. As my wife licked and sucked Tom’s big cock, I was required to suck her toes. She could not devour the whole thing, but using both hands, one atop the other, she stroked his thick shaft and sucked hard on the fat head. I felt totally ashamed, kneeling there and unquestioningly worshiping my wife’s feet as she sucked another man’s cock with whorish abandon. They made sex in front of me humiliating my small cock.