The Scandinavian Threesome - Chapter 4

I was washing dishes and tidying the kitchen after everyone had left the house after breakfast and contemplating getting the vacuum cleaner out to begin my tasks in the sitting room when I paused to think how ludicrous it would appear to my old work colleagues to see me now.

This Time last year, when I was employed as their manager, I would have been appropriately dressed in a suit and tie, etc.; now, here I was wearing a lady housecoat (more like a frilly apron really) over my pajamas which were not only hid the equally feminine pink panties but also the cock cage that I was now forced to wear as part of the acceptance of my role of a cuckold to my wife.

I placed the final breakfast bowl on the draining rack, pulled off my rubber gloves and the plug from the sink, and as the redundant water gurgled away I thought, " … there's an apt analogy to my life; job done, down the drain!"

So much has happened over the past few years that has caused me to become a completely different person with an alternative role in life, it is difficult for me to make sense of how I got from my previous life to my present situation of becoming the complete, willing, submissive cuckold to my wife, Tina.

Such was my train of thought as I retrieved the vacuum from the closet and as I traced a familiar track around the rooms I also followed another familiar path in my mind, that of reviewing and recapping the events, the milestones, so to speak, of my cuckold journey.

It was five years ago that, as a middle manager for a Global oil exploration company based here in Helsinki, I was appointed to head up a new project. The contract had been won in collaboration with our Swedish subsidiary which meant that the project would be run jointly and that I would be working closely with an opposite number from the Oslo office, a charismatic guy, named Rolf.

Meeting Rolf was the beginning of the journey that led to where I am today and 'opposite number' was an accurate description for he was everything I'm not and with our marriage having settled down to being, what might I call it, 'Routine', I suppose it was those all those differences when put together that attracted Tina.

He was outgoing, whereas I'm a bit shy around people I don't know; he was (is) in the category of 'tall, dark and handsome' whereas I'm, well, not so attractive (so Tina has frequently reminded me).

He is athletic, toned-body, and very fit; me, not so much with exercise and Sport never having been something that interested me and as a consequence, my body shows signs of being overweight.

Then, getting down to the finer details, he has a cock that puts my stubby penis to shame, what's more, he knows how to use it and has pleasured Tina for hours, humiliating me in the process.

It took a while for me to become used to my new role of being a cuckold to my darling wife (and I do mean that sincerely; I still adore her) and it was a crazy way to be living. The man who was the cause of making me a cuckold was a trusted work colleague who during the working day with others followed my direction as their manager, and that is what the outside world saw.

However, once work was over for the day and we returned home (he eventually moved in) it was a complete role reversal I became his subordinate and had to follow his direction and endure the sight of him fucking my wife while she denied me the same pleasure.

That was the developing situation over the first few years and I became comfortable with the dynamic, although it became a little difficult maintaining the innocence of our ********* from what their parents were doing, but it became a game-changer when the girls went off to Boarding School to become weekday boarders. At a stroke, our weekdays were less complicated and for those days between weekends, we no longer had to worry about being disturbed by our ********* or being exposed.

Then, just when I thought we had all settled into being an easy-going threesome, it all changed, and life stepped up a gear and into a new chapter. The new chapter opened when the work project moved to a phase when the expertise of a more qualified engineer was required.

It was Rolf who in his confident (arrogant?) way had identified my shortcomings to the auditors and it was they who went over my head to advise that a better-qualified person was required to co-lead the project. In a way, I was quietly pleased at the decision to recruit as the project had become a lot more complex, and increasingly I was getting out of my depth with some of those complexities.

My salvation came in the shape of an engineer by the name of Bouba who was recruited and transferred from our company's West African division and therefore it was no surprise on his arrival in Finland to be confronted by an eloquent, intelligent, polite black man. He was a pleasure to work with and part of his charm was his delight in discovering new things and the ways of the Scandinavian world to which he had been transferred which I was soon to learn were quite in contrast to his upbringing in Cameroon.

Bouba soon adapted to his new surroundings and for a few months there was an overlap of Rolf completing his phase of the project before completely handing over and for him to return home to Sweden. He spent the time diligently working to fit in with both the project and Finnish culture and it was during those few months of overlap that by my sense of duty and a courtesy of making Bouba feel at home, I introduced him to my home and, to his delight, (and hers) my wife. It was then that our Scandinavian threesome for the next few months most definitely became a foursome.

I returned the vacuum cleaner to the closet and found the furniture polish and a cleaning cloth before moving on to my next task of removing any 'evidence' of them having been together and to be fucking in the living room rather than go upstairs to the bedroom. I suppose I could ask them to be a little more careful and considerate but it is so definitely not my place to comment on what they do. Anyway, I have to admit that I do get such a sense of satisfaction to see her being pleasured so completely by his big black cock that having a little extra work to do is a small price to pay.

I moved around the living room dusting and polishing very aware that this morning there would be no such evidence to clean up as Tina had decided that last night she would spend the evening at Bouba's apartment rather than come home after work. She indicated (in jest I hope) that she needed a break from having me 'creeping around' and 'spying' on them and that also that it wouldn't do me any harm to have a break from 'playing with myself'. As I said, it was all said with good humor and I accepted that this was a part of the game we are now playing so I am quite content for her to do so.

As for taking a break from masturbating (which is what she was saying when she mentioned, 'playing with myself') well, that was not going to happen for I don't have to be stimulated by being in their presence; the mere thought of what they are doing, have been doing, is enough to make my trapped cock swell up inside its cage and I have long since discovered that softly caressing my smooth shaven balls will bring about the most delightful sensations before I have a most satisfying orgasm of my own.

However, I do have to be careful where I do so for both Tina and Bouba get annoyed if they see that I am 'indulging myself' too often and that includes seeing any signs of my cum had been spilled. But, as I say, it's all part of the game … I think!

The reason that I can now spend so much time at home, doing chores and generally looking after my wife's needs is that the arrival of Bouba and his participation in the project meant that my involvement was downgraded given that it was his expertise in matters of construction which was key to the success of the whole development. Indeed, because of a subsequent restructuring exercise, I was completely side-lined and my company grudgingly retained me as a consultant rather than a direct employee. It was no secret that if the company had made me redundant it would have cost them more in terms of compensation rather than the alternative of paying a reduced salary for me to 'work' from home.

The demands of my 'consultancy' haven't amounted to much. I occasionally get asked to provide some background information to support whatever decisions are being made by those now running the project but not very often, which is fine by me

I suppose I ought to be grateful for the way things have worked out as I have been relieved of the stress that was always part of my previous role and I'm getting paid and at the same time, I get to do what I enjoy doing. The downside, as far as I'm concerned though, is that I have to admit it is somewhat humiliating to be sharing my house, my life, and my wife with the person who was ultimately responsible for my demotion, Bouba, and his black cock!

With the sitting room nice and tidy (just the way Tina likes to see it when she gets home from work) it was time for me to check on the laundry and whether there was enough in the linen basket to justify filling the machine.

Perversely, it's a job I look forward to doing; I never know what I am going to find; if she has put her underwear in there for me to wash; if she has indulged me by making sure that after she has been with Bouba that her underwear has gone straight in the basket for me to find.

I suspect that she deliberately puts them at the top of the basket to make sure I see them and I am reminded of my cuckold status. She most probably knows that I might be 'checking for freshness' by inspecting and smelling her panties and, for sure, there's nothing nicer than to pick out her panties and hold them to my face and breathe in her aroma knowing what caused the damp patches.

I took the basket to the utility room where we keep our washing machine and dipped in I was not disappointed; she had left for me a pair of panties that were stained, still damp, caused, no doubt, by Bouba. Before I loaded the washing machine, I held them to my face and stroked my sensitive balls as I visualized a scene of how they had gotten so soiled.

I know that if Tina caught me masturbating like this she would be disappointed but I really can't help myself, there's nothing I like doing more than taking my wife's panties straight from the laundry basket, especially when they're still warm and damp, so I can smell her fresh pussy juice.

It was Tina, with Rolf's encouragement, who began making comments about my penis and I'm sure it was him that suggested that she purchase a chastity cage for me. She bought the smallest one she could find and I remember the first time she put me in it how tight it felt. Over time I've gotten used to it and I can almost believe that my penis has gotten smaller as it's no longer so uncomfortable … or maybe it's just that I've become more obedient in hopes she will release me!

She says that she loves to see me naked so she can watch my caged penis try to become erect while she is being fucked by a lover. She also admitted that she likes it when she gently squeezes my aching balls and can watch the sticky fluid leaking from the head of my squashed swollen dick.

Again I'm sure it was Rolf who suggested that she have me shave my pubic area completely smooth before she put the cage on. The idea appealed to her greatly and ever since that first time I have to make sure that I keep it that way I have to admit that the shaving and trimming of any stray hairs became a pleasure in its own right as it gave me a rare opportunity to fondle and massage my genitals and properly masturbate before I was made to put the cage back on again!

That was in the early days of getting used to being caged. Nowadays (and it happens every time) my dick trapped in my chastity cage will hurt from the excitement, of hopefully having tasted cum and pussy juice, so much that my painful cock will soon start dripping and I will then have to be mindful not to be touching my swollen balls with my free hand straightaway or I will have my tiny cock spurting my cum in just a few seconds within its tiny cage.

However, these days I never seem able to control myself and I know that just thinking about it has the potential for me to be spurting all over the floor and then there will be another mess to clean up before she gets home!


It sounds as if I must be having a miserable life what with being regularly humiliated by both my wife and her lover; being at their beck and call and subjected to denial while he gets to enjoy what by rights should be mine and to have my humiliation further intensified by knowing that the person who is making me a cuckold is also the person who cost me my job and whose presence is a constant reminder of my perceived inadequacies!

However, the truth is that I love it. I was never comfortable with my work as a manager of people and found the responsibilities that went with my position to be quite stressful. That in turn added to my anxieties about my lack of inches and my 'performance' in the marital bed and therefore when someone (Rolf) came along and not only confidently seduced my frustrated wife but also took a lot of the responsibilities of my work from my shoulders, well, what's not to like?

Once it was recognized and accepted by all three of us that I had no objections to seeing my wife being fucked by another man and that I was getting pleasure from witnessing it then it was only a short process whereby further 'humiliations' were added to enhance my enjoyment. Such as being made to wear ladies' underwear instead of the usual tighty whiteys. (Tina took great delight in picking out a frilly, lacey pair of what she considered to be most comfortable for my use).

As I mentioned, I'm not certain exactly whose idea it was for me to be placed in chastity, but it was an obvious development for a submissive cuckold to be subjected to and after an initial objection I accepted the decision. So it is that these days I have my little cock firmly trapped and locked inside a shiny chrome cage and should I get an erection (which surprisingly, given the circumstance, is often) I am subjected to quite a bit of discomfort but it is an exquisite sort of pain and only serves to remind me of my shortcomings.

The device is secured by a small but sturdy padlock the only key to which is on a necklace that Tina wears like some sort of charm. I'm not sure if anyone comments on it and asks if the key has a purpose but it is an amusing thought as to how she would answer such a question. I mean, would she confess to anyone that she keeps her husband's cock locked up!

Recently there has been a further escalation; Bouba has taken responsibility for the necklace and it is now his responsibility for its safekeeping.

I don't mind for as I have mentioned I do have the means whereby I can reach orgasm when I am allowed to watch them play together. (Actually, that's not strictly accurate, often I am not permitted to watch, and I have to content myself with listening and using my imagination to interpret what is causing the sounds!). Whatever the situation, my cock will swell up inside the cage and my balls, which she still insists I keep shaven smooth, will likewise swell to be like two ripe plums and although I cannot wank my cock I soon discovered that stroking and lightly scraping my swollen testicles with my fingers will ultimately result in the most delightful sensations as I ejaculate an obscene amount of cum through the mesh of the cage.

We seem to have reached some kind of harmony, an accord now in our relationships, and as long as we continue to treat each other with consideration and respect for each other's feelings and desires, I am quite content with our situation and how things are progressing.

In retrospect, I realize that I was never what might be regarded as a 'good lover' what with my lack of inches and an inability to last very long before I ejaculated. Tina, who I love so much and would do anything in the world to make her happy, soon made me aware that this was a source of frustration.

For her part, she must have concluded from the tales I told her of my experiences at work and how often I was put down by my superiors and my reaction to it that I gained some sort of perverted pleasure from being humiliated and it was the introduction of Rolf into our lives that allowed her to test this theory and to neatly wrap up having her sexual frustrations satisfied and for me to be further humiliated by having my inadequacies effectively demonstrated by seeing her being fucked by a trusted friend.

I will never forget the first time when we were together in the Sauna and saw just how big his cock was when fully erect, I reckoned it to be three times as long as mine and at least twice as thick. Thereafter I had a grudging admiration for Rolf and could understand why Tina was attracted to his cock when compared to mine. Certainly, there was no point in me making any protest when the inevitable occurred and indeed I was pleased for her when Rolf pushed that big cock into her and I could witness how fulfilled she was in every sense.

I must admit that it was a bit of a shock when I watched them fuck for the first time and for him to bring her to several orgasms before he came himself; I could never have done that. Since then I've seen or, more often than not, heard (because Rolf said he wasn't comfortable with me being in the same room) them together on many occasions but always with me being completely helpless in that cage which made her feel even more wicked and in control.

Bouba has quite a different attitude and hasn't been quite as selfish toward me. Soon after her first time with him, she said that 'since I was being such a good boy' she would talk to Bouba and see if he was OK with letting me watch him fuck her. He was surprised at being asked and said that he had no objections; it wasn't something that bothered him.

So it was that many times I have sat on the chair in the corner of our bedroom and watched my wife suck his cock and, when she stopped sucking and lifted her head, to see how big his cock was when fully erect. To my eyes, it would appear to be even bigger than Rolf's but then again that may be an optical illusion of the sight of that black throbbing shaft being held in her small white hand.

Once she has him erect, she would invariably encourage him to lay back on the bed so she could climb on him and ride his cock and begin fucking him like a whore in heat. She never failed to orgasm at least twice before he finally held her still and ejaculated into her wet warm pussy. All the while whilst I watched I would be doing the only thing that was available to me, lightly touching my balls and invariably cumming before they did!

After he had cum she would move off him, get onto her knees and clean his softening cock with her mouth. I am sure she does it deliberately but she ensures that as she sucks him I am treated to a perfect view of her vagina, the outer lips parted and Bouba's white semen leaking from it.

In the early days with Bouba, I was unsure of what was expected of me and was content just to enjoy the sight of her lover's cum dribbling from her. Not so much now for we have taken our game to another level and the expectation is that when he has had his wicked way with her I join them on the bed and for me to bury my face in her sloppy pussy and make slurping sounds as I suck his cum from her. Tina loves to hear it as I tongue fuck her and I love hearing and feeling that doing it causes her to cum once again.

When I have her clean, I move away back to my chair so that she can climb right back onto Bouba having made his cock hard again. They will fuck like that for a short time before he then rolls her over so he is now on top, missionary position. It is the same every time, she will then wrap her legs around his waist while he starts fucking her like a wild man.

After Bouba comes in here for the second time he will get up and casually get dressed leaving Tina spread-eagled on the bed and, if he is in the right mood and amiable toward me, will say something like, "… you better get in there and clean her again before she leaks on the sheets!"

After he leaves I used to ask her, almost pleading for her to unlock me so I could fuck her too; a charade between us that we'd 'play out' as part of her being the one in control and me being the submissive. (At least, I used to believe it was a game!) Now there is no point in me asking because she has given the key to Bouba to hold.

I knew that I was really and truly a cuckold when she informed me one morning that she had told Bouba to keep the key for one month and that it would be up to him whether I was 'released' or not. At first, I thought that she must be joking but the look on her face said otherwise and she reminded me that it wasn't her decision but rather had come from the man 'whom I had invited into our lives'; that it was what I wanted. So it seems that we have settled down to a routine of where I am released once every few weeks so that I can properly shave my pubic area, and get at the parts that are usually covered by the cage. As a reward she then lets me masturbate properly while she watches before she puts the cage back on again.

I haven't put my penis in her vagina in over two years now. Indeed, I'm no longer allowed to penetrate her, she says it would be a waste of time as after having been with Bouba for so long, she wouldn't be able to feel anything but I have come to terms with my situation and I would say to anyone who would care to listen that I'm one hundred percent happy with my life.

Nowadays I am content with going about my chores, keeping house, doing the cooking, and all the domestic stuff with the prospect that later that night, should Bouba come to visit that I can lay in my bed, look down the hallway through the open bedroom doors and watch the reflection in a big stand up mirror that is positioned just so of them fucking. I have to agree with her that he has a 'nice size cock' and knows how to use it as they seemingly can fuck for hours.

She is very much aware that I am watching from my dark bedroom, and there is nothing more deliciously wicked than when she will glance down the hall in my direction while she has his hard cock in her mouth so I can see how big he is in comparison to my sad looking dick all scrunched up in its cage … or so I'd like to believe.

Of course, I am unable to masturbate properly but it is a very comfortable arrangement to be lying in my bed and to be stroking my balls as I watch this black man taking advantage of my willing wife.

I don't think that Tina has it in her to be unkind toward me as we both know that love and sex are separate for us. I know that my lack of inches has always been an issue as was my tendency to ejaculate very quickly as soon as I put my pathetic dicklet anywhere near her beautiful pussy. Her taking a lover was a natural thing to do and all the other things that have happened or been introduced into our lives like the chastity devices; my indulging in wearing women's underwear; me becoming a virtual domestic submissive cuckold; all those things have served to satisfy some kind of craving that had been suppressed for so long …. or so I like to believe (am I fooling myself?)

However, this rationale took a knock when on New Year's Eve Tina announced that rather than spend the evening at home and celebrate the coming of midnight with me, as we always have done, she would be going out and celebrating with Bouba. Not just going out but then spending an overnight in his apartment.

This was a very much a new development, she'd never spent a night away with him before much less had she ever implied a preference to be with someone else rather than me for such a celebration. I didn't make any protest when she made the announcement (there wouldn't have been any point in doing so) but it served to bring back to me all the anxieties and concerns that I had when we first started down this cuckold path.

It must have been a pathetic sight that New Year's Eve sitting at home 'babysitting' our girls and fretting and visualizing what their mother was doing in my absence, wondering if contrary to my complacency and after all her declarations of me being 'the only man in her life' that she did indeed love someone else, not me.

It has now become a personal dilemma and has given me fresh anxieties as to whether I am indeed enjoying doing what we are doing, 'living the life'. Since the New Year, they have fucked each other now 5 times after that event, each time at our home that the girls have gone back to school but I am concerned that she says they have plans to be spending more time at his place and for her to be staying over which, from my point of view, is not a nice idea and will only add to my anxieties.

Then there is the other 'Elephant in the Room', the girls and their growing awareness of the presence of another man in their mother's life. It cannot have escaped their notice of how much time Bouba is around and of the attention that their mother takes of him.

More disturbing is that Bouba seems to be taking more of an interest in them so I'm wondering where that awareness might lead and how I will cope with that development in my life of no longer being just a Scandinavian Threesome!