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EMILY AND DANNY By Matt Moreau

Emily looked at her image in the full length mirror and smiled her satisfaction. Whatever happened this night, her life and that of her husband would be changed forever—hopefully for the better. Was she certain she even wanted to do this? Was Danny, her husband? In truth, though each was excited, she knew, they both were also as nervous as could be.

It had all started two weeks ago when I had been called out on the job, I’m a computer hardware specialist; learned the trade in the military. My specialty there had been micro stuff that the Corps and the Navy SEALs used in their black ops. I’d spent one year in Marine Force Recon too, doing things no one would ever hear about before mustering out to get married. Emily was not into being a neglected serviceman’s wife.

I’d left the computer in the den on standby instead of shutting it down, big mistake. When she had opened it to get a document on the desktop that she needed she had been shocked to find what I had left there.

The open page was part of a folder of back and forth emails I had downloaded and saved. Curious, she had begun to read them. Closing the computer two hours later, she was confused and not a little upset at what she had discovered: that I was a closet wimp, a wannabe cuckold; and that I had been communicating with other husbands who had like fantasies and proclivities.

That night she confronted me.

“So how long have you had these—fantasies?” said Emily.

“I don’t know,” I said, “a long time, I guess.” I was shaking in my boots, and it was obvious to her. She actually smirked.

“Since we’ve been married?” said Emily. “Before?”

“Before,” I admitted. “But, it’s just a fantasy. It’s nothing. I never meant to really ask you to do anything, honest,” I said.

She was tapping her foot as she watched me. I found it almost impossible to meet her gaze. I was embarrassed, understandable, but I was also turned on talking to her about it, a fact more than testified to by the bulge in the front of my pants which she also noticed.

“Really? Then, how about that request for information about that big cuckold fest two weeks from now?” she said, nodding toward the still open page on the desktop.

“I—I don’t know. I was just curious about what they do at those things that’s all,” I said.

We’d talked for hours, well two. Emily had become intrigued. I had become concerned; I was sweating.

Well, that was all two weeks ago and now we were getting ready to go to the big “cuckold” fest, as she was continuing to call it. I had emailed for information about it, at her instance, and I had gotten an answer back in two days. It turned out that what it actually was, was a kind of monthly get together where wives and their husbands could come and explore the cuckold lifestyle up close and personal. No pressure was exerted on anyone, or so the e-brochure claimed, but the opportunity was there to play if the couple decided it was for them.

I had at first tried to get my wife to believe that I was only interested in the mental side of it. But, after long discussion, I had been made to admit that I would like to look into it a bit more. We made the decision to attend.

And so here we are about to leave to go to it. “Ready?” said Emily, taking a deep breath.

“I think so,” I said. “But, we’re going to stick to our deal, right?”

“Yes, if either of us is uncomfortable about any of it, we will just leave and no more will be said about it,” she said.

“Yes, and tonight we do not take our clothes off for any reason,” he said, “at least not this first time.”

“Also agreed,” said Emily. “This is nothing more than a little information gathering expedition.”

“Okay, then, I guess we better go,” I said.

The ride to the mansion, where the do was to take place, took over an hour. As we found out, a man named Robert Stahl, a black businessman, had founded the club as he liked to think of it. A millionaire, he’d built the twenty-five room mansion at his own expense. He’d made his money in the soft porn industry, and had parlayed that, through some clever stock buys, into a truly large fortune.

We were met at the door by a white man liveried like a footman in a bad movie. “May I take your coat, ma’am,” said the servant.

“Certainly,” said Emily, with more confidence than I know she felt.

I noticed that the man had not asked to help me. “Can I get my coat hung up too?” I said.

“You know what this place is don’t you?” asked the man.

“Not exactly, first time for us,” said Danny.

“Oh, okay. No, you have to hang it up yourself when you have been taken downstairs to cuck country,” said the servant.

“You mean my wife and I can’t go in together?” I asked. I was feeling very weird, not nervous, weird. “And what’s cuck country?”

“Yes, you can, well until she is spoken for by one of the studs and has accepted being with him. Then, I’m afraid, you’ll have to adjourn to the basement with the other cuckolded husbands; that’s what we call cuck country; it’s mandatory. A woman who is responsible for taking you there will do so and lock you up while...” Suddenly I was frightened.

“Lock me up?” I said. “The online brochure didn’t say anything about that.”

“Hmm—it’s in there; I’m pretty sure,” he said. I’m afraid it is expected,” he said. “It’s what we are about here.

“Anyway, hang on to your coat for a little bit. Just judging by the look of your lady, I’m positive she is going to be claimed pretty quick; I mean if I’m any judge. I mean if she wants to, you know.

“And since you folks are newbies, I’m going to get you an escort to kinda show you around and orient you. How’s that?” he asked.

“Oh, and my name is David. I’m a cuckolded husband myself. We husbands are required to do the work here on kind of a rotating basis. You will be too,” he said to me, “once your lady has made you one of us. Anyway, it works for us and for the group,” he said.

“The escort would be good, David,” I said. “But, I’m saying right now that I do not want to be locked up.” David just shrugged.

“Definitely, no ball and chain for you dear. I know that would be way too hard for you,” echoed Emily, but, she giggled. “If the really require it, we won’t join, that’s all.” I felt a little bit better with her supporting me.

We made our way into what looked like a large receiving area. Twenty or thirty people, mostly wives with black escorts, were conversing and laughing and sipping cocktails. A few white men were in evidence, maybe three or four besides me. Faces turned to see the newcomers, us, as we made our way toward the bar.

“A glass of wine, honey,” I said as we bellied up.

“Yes, please, dear,” she said. She was looking around surveying the place.

I placed the order for two glasses of burgundy, paid, and turned to see a man, a black man coming toward us. The orientor, I thought, as he neared us.

“Hi, I’m Arnold,” he said. “You folks are the newbies, correct?”

“Yes, we are thank you,” I said. “I’m Danny Lawson and this is my wife Emily.”

“Nice to meet you. You have a very lovely wife, Danny. I know she’ll like it here. Uh—you will too; I hope,” he said. He seemed nice. “Let’s have a seat at the table over there, and maybe I can make this an easy transition for you.”

We meandered the twenty feet or so to a table by a large picture window. The view was of the back yard.

“Let me do a bit of rambling, okay. I can answer most of your questions in one go, and then if you have anything else you need to have answered, I will do my best. How’s that?” said Arnold. Emily and I both nodded our agreement.

“David mentioned he’d spoken to you about being locked up while your wife is being pleasured. It’s a requirement, I’m afraid. But, since this is your first night, you’ll get a bye.

“Anyway, when Candace takes the cucks down cuck country, we’ve found that husbands sometimes need a drink or two before they are put into cock-caged and locked up for the evening, at least in the case of the newbies like you,” he said. “I admit it’s hard on the husbands at first, but they get used to it. Being cock-caged is kind of a symbol of your submission to your wife and her lover. We are cuckolds after all, really our wives’ and their lovers’ slaves. Am I making any sense?”

We both nodded. “Sure,” I said. “But, I just don’t feel comfortable...”

“Okay, no problem, you can just wait for her to come and get you at the bar tonight if you like, but only tonight. I mean if she decides to cuckold you tonight, okay?” I nodded.

“Anyway, like I say we’re into the cuckold lifestyle here. I’m sure you know that or you wouldn’t be here. The wives are in charge, indirectly at least; Mr. Stahl owns everything, but he does nothing to interfere with the festivities, if you get my drift. He’s in Europe right now on business, but the time may come when you meet him. He’s very nice.

“The studs, are all invitees, and none are pros. They are here to fuck your wife. While they do her, like I say, you will be cloistered with the other cucks in cages in the basement. We do allow the cucks to play with each other, if you get my drift, so long that is as their wives give their consent. In cases like that the wives of the cucks see to it that their cuckolds are locked up together. Sometimes they even come down with their lovers to watch their husbands do each other; it’s a very large kick for the wives, believe me,” he said.

“To play?” I said. My stomach was doing flip flops.

“Mister—Arnold…” broke in Emily.

“Mason, Arnold Mason, ma’am,” he said.

“Yes, well, my husband and I are equal partners. I—we’re not into that kind of…”

“Emily, please, allow me. Your husband Danny here, is here because he wants to be cuckolded by his very beautiful wife. A bit later, one of the other ladies will take you aside and give you some tips and let you in on what you will need to know. Trust me, Danny wants you to have your cake and eat it too so to speak. Don’t you, Danny?” said Arnold.

I was definitely a deer in the headlights. “Uh—uh—I want her to be happy, but this is all so new. We really kinda want to go slow at first, you know, see how it suits us,” I said.

“Yes, of course. Well, if there are no more questions—“

We thanked him, me a little less enthusiastically than my wife. Then we sat and talked for a few minutes before a large black man with a huge smile and a noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans approached us. “Hi,” he said. “May I?” indicating that he would like to join us.

“Certainly,” said my wife. I looked daggers at her. She just raised an eyebrow to silence me. For the next twenty minutes the two of them talked virtually ignoring me, even when I made a comment that seemed called for.

It turned out that his name was Jackson. He seemed nice and more than interested in my woman. I was beginning to get cold feet. But, I wasn’t quite ready to call it a night.

A tall woman with an equally tall gentleman on her arm came up to Emily. “Excuse me, but are you the Lawsons?”

“Yes, we are,” said Emily.

“I’m Candace. I have been tasked with filling you in. Emily isn’t it?”

“Yes, and thank you. We are on an information gathering mission tonight. Anything you can tell us will be appreciated,” said Emily. At that point Jackson and Candace’ escort excused themselves and wandered off.

“Well, this is for your ears only, Emily, I’m afraid. But you can tell your husband when you feel the need or want to. There is a good reason for you to be the one to learn what I have to tell you first, really,” she said.

“Okay, honey?” said Emily looking at me with her cow eyes.

“Sure, I guess,” I said. I’ll head on over to the bar and get me some reinforcement.”

“Yes, dear, do that,” said Emily.

I could see the two of them from the bar. I waited for the high sign from Emily to be able to return. The conversation evidently started slow. But then it got animated. More than once Emily’s hand came up to her mouth indicating shock or surprise, I couldn’t tell which. On at least two occasions I saw her giggle. I was getting concerned. Yes, the whole gig was ultimately my fault, but I was becoming more and more against the whole thing. I wanted to leave. I got my wish.

Emily gave the signal to return. I did. I returned to the table, and took my seat. Candace smiled at me, rose, and left.

“Honey,” I said. “I want to go. I’m feeling uncomfortable.” She gave me a look of mild concern.

“Okay, Dan, if you want. We’re only here for the info anyway, and I think we’ve learned a lot already,” she said.

We said our goodbyes to Candace and David, the latter who had seen us coming and had retrieved Emily’s coat, and we left. I couldn’t help but feel the stares of a dozen studs on my wife as we exited the premises and got to our car; I shivered, she noticed. The drive home was initially silent, but about halfway into the hour drive I looked over at her. She seemed lost in thought.

“I want to do it,” she said.

“I don’t,” I said. “It’s too much.”

“I thought you might feel that way,” she said. “But, before we make a decision we’ll talk. Okay?”

“Talk yes, but I didn’t like it, Em. It is too scary. I’m afraid…”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” she said. “It’s just a place to play. Candace really laid it on me in that half hour or so that we talked. I understand better now how to do this and what it’s all about. Again, there is nothing to be afraid of. Even locking you in a cock cage isn’t that big a deal; it’ll heighten your cuck experience is all. Candace told me all newbies are afraid of that at first; it is very humiliating. But, isn’t that part of it after all, I mean I’ve read a lot of your emails and web stories. Hubbies who need to be cuckolded are actually turned on by the humiliation. Right?”

“Yes, I suppose, but Emily, I’m afraid of losing you to some kind of sex club. I am not willing to risk that. Not now, not ever,” I said.

For the first time she looked at me with real concern in her eyes. I caught it.

“Yes, I’m not ashamed to say it. I think that if we do this it will be the end of us. I love you too much to risk that,” I said.

“Danny, whether we do this or not, there is absolutely no chance that you will ever lose me. Not to any of those black studs, not to anyone—ever—honest,” she said.

I was not convinced.

******

For several days neither of us had too much to say about our little foray at the mansion. But, by Thursday night of the following week, I guess Emily figured that enough time had elapsed that she could bring up the subject and reason with me.

“Danny we need to talk,” she said. She didn’t have to tell me what the talk was going to be about. It was written all over her. What had been my fantasy and was no longer, was now hers.

I just nodded.

“As I mentioned that night in the car, Danny, I want to do it. I want to cuckold you.”

“I can’t do it, Em. I just can’t. I’m afraid,” I said.

“Danny, you don’t have to go. It would be better if you do. I really need to have you near me; to make me feel safe. But, if I have to go a few times by myself to make you feel safer; that’s okay too,” she said.

“Are you saying that you don’t care what I think or need; that you are going to do it whether I’m on board or not? Is that what you’re saying!” I said.

“Danny, I do care what you need. But, you need to care what I need. I have to do this. I have to do it for me and for us. Are you going to hear me out, or are you just going to shut me down.” I nodded for her to go on, but tears were beginning to creep into the corners of my eyes. She wiped them away with her hand.

“My talk with Candace opened my eyes to how I have to treat you, and how to make this work for both of us. I promise to bring you along gently, my gentle man,” she said. “I know you are very fragile right now. Candace told me you would be. She knew you’d be afraid. Everything she said is coming true just like she said it would.

“What she also told me was how to build your trust in me. How to get you to love what we’ll be doing. And, it will be we, not just me fucking other men. We’ll both be having fun; you’ll see. Some of the things we’ll be doing are a little shocking, and frankly, you aren’t ready for all of them yet, but other things we can do right now to build your confidence and feelings of safety. I just hope you’ll give me a chance. Will you?” she was pleading.

“You haven’t answered my question,” I said.

“My answer is that if you really don’t want me to, then I will honor your wishes and not do it. I’ll be mortally disappointed, but I will not go against you if you feel that strongly.” I had the feeling that she knew how I was about to react to her words. But, I was powerless to say or do otherwise.

“Okay then, we’ll go once. If it works out okay, we’ll go again. But, if I say to stop, we stop. Do you agree?” I said.

“Yes, my darling man. And, I have some presents for you. I bought them this week hoping you’d agree to go with me. I’m glad I didn’t waste my money,” she said giggling. “But, right now I need you to make love to me.” She said it like she was scolding me. “Take me right here in the kitchen my husband. Take me now.”

She stood and began to take off her clothes. Soon she was naked and I noted that her pussy was shaved bare; that was new. I wondered if it was for me. I was out of my clothes in nanoseconds or so it seemed. We stood in front of each other and just looked into each others’ eyes. I reached out and took her breast in my hand and leaned in to suckle on its nipple.

I went to my knees and licked her mound, her slit and then nibbled on her clit as she spread her legs a little to accommodate me. I turned her around and kissed her butt. I spread her crack and licked her anus doing my best to force my tongue deep inside of her. She bent over and braced herself on the sink.

“That’s it baby, suck my anus now. Suck it like my good little cucky to be.” And I did. I stood and rammed my pole into her pussy and hammered her hard for some minutes. She stiffened. She screamed and shuddered in as powerful an orgasm as she had ever had engulfed her. I emptied my load into her. She seemed to relax and kind of sag into the counter.

“Take your little cucky to be to bed, darling. I need to cuddle,” I said. She did. She led me by my now limp penis into the bedroom and we lay down together. It was good.

It was Saturday morning before the events of the previous Thursday were brought up again. And, I still hadn’t gotten my presents.

******

The sun is my alarm clock, always has been. It didn’t fail me today. I got up, stretched, headed for the bathroom and got myself in order. Dressed in khakis and flip-flops, I headed downstairs. I could smell the bacon and the coffee.

“Mornin’,” she said greeting me. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, well, I was exhausted,” I said. “But don’t worry, I’ll be good for an encore tonight.” I smiled the smile of an overly indulged Cheshire cat.

“Honey…”

Her tone was not conducive to making me feel good. “Yes? What?” I said, becoming suspicious. I could see she was nervous. I frowned.

“Last night—well—last night will be it I’m afraid for a while. I need to get you really horny. Can you understand that? I mean it’s for your own good. Really. Candace told me how to do this. I mean—okay? I mean so we can cultivate this new cuckold lifestyle.”

She must’ve realized what a crushing effect her words were having on me. One clue might have been the fact that my lower jaw was no more than three inches from the surface of the floor. “How long?” It was all I could manage to say. I said it so quietly that I think it shook her.

“Just until the next do,” she said.

“Three weeks!” I screamed. She fell backwards into the sink. So last night was just a come on, is that it! The appetizer for good ‘ole cucky,” I was furious at being used, as I saw it. Taken advantage of. Fooled. Whatever it was that she was trying to do.

“I’m invoking our agreement. It’s over. And we will have sex tonight or I’m moving out today,” I said.

“Danny, you don’t mean it. I mean, I thought we had an arrangement. I thought you understood…”

“Fuck you!” I said. “You go to your dirty little party. Hell, party every day, every night. I’m the fuck outta here,” I said. I looked at the bacon and eggs that were already on the table. I picked up each of the platters and threw them as hard as I could against the wall. The broken dishware and food mess splattered everywhere. I didn’t give a fuck; I wasn’t going to be around to clean it up. Fuck her and Jackson and Candace and the whole lot of them. I was done with it.

“Danny! Wait! Please Danny Please!” she was screaming her words at my back I was already halfway up the stairs before she could get out of the kitchen.

I began packing as soon as I hit the room. I pulled out two large suitcases and threw everything I could see that was mine into them. Amazing that after twenty years of marriage, that I had so little, really, that was important enough to take with me. Done, I looked around. I could hear her sobbing in the hallway. She knew better than to interrupt me in the room. I looked around one last time. I saw our wedding picture sitting on the end table. I picked it and the two bags up and went into the hallway. She was three feet from the door and leaning back against the wall. I put my bags down for a moment. She cowered shrinking down closer to the floor. I held the wedding picture up for her to see.

“Remember this? It was the one we thought was the best. You said you thought it held the promise of our future together. Of our love for each other.” I laid it on my palm and with all of the strength I had I smashed it against the wall. My hand became a bleeding mess as the glass from the frame tore into my flesh. I didn’t even notice it. I picked up the two bags and stormed out.

“Daaannnnyyyyyy!” she wailed. “I’m sorry. I take it back…” I wasn’t listening. I threw the bags in the back of the pickup and peeled rubber leaving.

I found myself in the Roundhouse, my favorite bar. The adrenalin was flowing. I was dangerously angry, but I was quiet. I kept thinking about how wonderful the sex had been the night before. Spontaneous and wonderful. Then, this morning, she had dashed all of my illusions; it had not been spontaneous; it had been a set up. I had never been so low as I was at this moment, and I had never been so filled with anger.

In the entire twenty years of our marriage we had rarely gone three days without sex. Now, she expected me to go three weeks! Fat fucking chance! What I needed now was a helluva lot more firewater and a girlfriend. Well, I had half of what I needed.

I don’t know how she knew where to come, but two hours, three doubles, and a couple of beer chasers into my misery she slid onto the stool next to mine.

“Buy me a drink, sailor?” said Candace.

I looked at her with what had to have been a shocked expression to anyone within visual range. “What the fuck do you want? You’re my wife’s pal not mine. Get lost,” I said, as brutally as I could.

“I’ll take that as a no. Barkeep, can I have gin and tonic, please?” she said.

“Boy, Emily didn’t exaggerate, did she,” said Candace.

“You still here?” I said coldly.

“Yes, well, it is a public place. Look, Danny, I gave Emily the advice that I thought would be the most useful to you guys starting out. I guess I was wrong. You weren’t ready to be denied her pussy cold turkey like that. I am so sorry for fucking things up for you two.

“Please how can I set this right. I need to set it right,” she said.

“You need! You need to fuck off. I will never stay married to a woman who denies me sex, let alone love. My marriage is history. Find someone else and fuck up their life. Mine’s already in the shitter.”

“Danny, I need you to hear what I’m saying. I will do whatever it takes to get you two back together. I take full responsibility for your fight with Emily. That woman loves you, no matter what you believe right now, and she was trying to prove it to you. What you two were about to embark on is a really fun lifestyle. You were almost there. You just needed a little guidance; I gave you guys the wrong kind; it’s my fault. I tried to give guidance to Emily, but I analyzed the situation wrongly. Usually, I’m right on, no brag just fact, but this time I really messed up. Please forgive me, ‘kay?”

“Do you know what she told me? Do you! She told me I was getting’ no more sex until the party next month! Three fucking weeks and no sex. Lady, that ain’t happening. No sex? No way!” I said.

“That was just to make you horny for the big night. Really your first night as it were. New cuckolds need to be on the edge horny-wise. Did she tell you about your presents?” said Candace.

“Yes, but I never saw them. Don’t know what they are. Don’t wanna know. I’m done with this fantasy shit. You can tell her that. She can play her games with someone else. Like I said, I’m history,” I said.

“Danny, that woman loves you and only you. You have to go back and start over. It is your fantasy, isn’t it? You still need that. I, and I mean I, just went about it wrong when I told Emily how she might want to proceed. You weren’t ready. You would have liked it, but you weren’t ready for denial of any kind, let alone denial of sex. I had thought you were. I really am sorry,” she said.

“I can’t go back. I burned my bridges with her. If I went back she’d treat me like dirt, and then it would be even worse than it is now. I can’t go back,” I said.

She smiled at me. “Danny, why do you think I’m here? I can’t read minds. Emily called me and begged me to tell her what to do. Of course my answer was to come here myself and try to mediate this disaster before it got out of hand.”

“What are you saying, Candace? You saying she wants me back? I mean on my terms?” I said.

“I’m saying exactly that,” she said.

I watched her as she stirred her drink. She was thinking, trying to figure how to phrase her next words.

“Danny your terms. But, if you want the lifestyle that I think you do, you’ll want to obey her, but only because you want to not because you have to. Jesus, I hope I said that right,” she said.

“You’re saying that I have the final say in this shit. Is that right?” I said.

“Yes, and you don’t have to accept being denied sex with your wife. You should want to try though. You need to let her help you stay celibate for the next few weeks. The best experience for you cuckies comes when you’re really really horny. So, you should want to be totally celibate—no cumming—between now and the party night. But, like I say, you can beg off if you want; that’s the real deal.

“But, I must add the best cuck experience comes when the cucky is under his wife’s thumb. I know you’ve read enough stories and articles to know that.

“The problem always arises when the husband, the cuck, is afraid of losing his wife, or of being humiliated beyond his ability to endure it. I think that that is part of why you came apart like you did when she mentioned cutting you off for the next three weeks.

“I think that the solution for you guys is to let you decide if you can handle it. And then—well—to let you try, or not if that’s how you want it. Your wife will encourage you, help you, to succeed; so that you can get the full experience three weeks from now,” said Candace.

I was mulling over what she said. I was still angry, but the anger was ebbing. “And, if I go back now I won’t be stepping into a bad situation?” I said.

“Absolutely not,” said Candace. “I can tell you totally without fear of contradiction that Emily is home right now biting her fingernails hoping I will succeed here.”

“Okay then, I’ll go back. She and I will talk. I’m not saying I will accept any of this. She better know it; and I’m not kidding,” I said, firing the final salvo in the debate.

Candace smiled. She leaned in and kissed me. “Don’t forget to ask for your presents.” With that we said our goodbyes and she was gone.

******

I sat in my car in our driveway for some minutes before getting the courage to get out and go into the house. She was waiting at the kitchen table.

She was actually shaking. “Hello, Emily,” I said. “Candace talked to me. You knew that of course?”

“Oh good,” said Emily. “Yes, I knew. I asked her to, actually.

“Danny, I don’t know what she told you. But, whatever she told you I’m glad you’re here. I will do whatever you want, honey. Anything. Really,” she said.

I leaned back against the sink and spread my arms wide for her to come to me. She flew into them sobbing her heart out. I held her. “Tomorrow we talk,” I said. “But, for now, just know that I love you. I do not want to lose you, and I am afraid, Em. I am afraid. Can you understand that?”

“I know you silly man. I know. But losing me is absolutely the last thing that will happen before the end of the world.” We talked long, but celibacy was not mentioned. Nothing was mentioned about the party. I had said we would talk about it tomorrow, and she did not challenge me, a good sign.

Later, we went to bed and fucked like bunnies. Again, no mention was made about my being denied sex. And yet again, I knew that tomorrow, I would be talking to my wife about just that, but tonight I was getting my way. I hadn’t done it consciously, but afterwards I knew that our fucking had been a test for her, a test fuck; she passed the test.

We were once again seated at the kitchen table. I was stirring my coffee, which was strange, because I drank mine black no sugar. “Candace told me some things,” I began. “First of all, where’s all of these fancy presents I supposedly have coming,” I said. I saw fear pass across my wife’s face.

“What?” I said. “Candace told me to ask. Your look tells me you don’t want me to ask. So, what?”

“No, it’s just that—“

“Just what? What am I missing?” I said.

“Well—they’re cucky presents,” said Emily. “I mean only a cuckold would want to know about them, want to have them. I do not want to upset you with them. My god! I do not want to upset you by giving them to you.”

“I see,” I said. “Let me ease your mind. Candace said you’d be good with it if I didn’t want to do the cucky scene. Or, if I did, that we would back out on a moment’s notice if I didn’t like it. Just like we agreed before. You really and truly good with all of that?”

“Yes. Yes Danny, I am,” she said. “But for me to give you these kinds of presents, you have to want to be my cuckold or there is no point to it. Do you want to be my cuckold, Danny? It’s okay if you don’t, but I just need to know. I’m so confused.”

“I think that I do, if I can have the safety net of being able to pull us out on a moment’s notice,” I said. I had thought long and hard about the whole scene while sleeping not at all the night before.

“Okay, then,” she said. “Wait here for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

She was gone for no more than two minutes. She was carrying a small gym bag. She also had a dowel, maybe three feet or less long. It was very thin, maybe a quarter-inch and it was wrapped very carefully in black electrical tape. I was very curious about the dowel.

She set the gym bag down. She was crying, not sobbing, but crying. I think she was afraid. “Danny, I don’t know if we should go any farther here. I think we’re fine without any of this. I know I can live without the cuckolding thing if you can. There is no need for us to do this.”

I was conflicted. Being her cuckold had long been my fantasy, but my terror at the possibility of losing her to some stud bull had gotten in the way. But, deep down the fantasy still held me in thrall.

Candace had finally been able to convince me that so long as I really did have ultimate control that living the reality of the fantasy was going to be good. Of course, had I known at that moment of the consequences, and how they would unfold over the next months, of this decision—the one we were making now—I likely would never have found out what was in that bag. But know I must, and so I signaled her to carry on.

I looked at her there in her pink day dress, low cut in the front and maybe two inches above her knee. Her brown hair was all fluffed out and curly as it billowed out around her face. I noticed too that she was wearing low heels, maybe two-inchers, and that her makeup, though somewhat understated, had been touched up. It occurred to me that she looked awfully sexy for a woman who was worried about losing her marriage. The way she was dressed—it was—it was to titillate me. She wanted me turned on. It didn’t seem to be exactly a set up, but I had to wonder if the way she looked had been Candace’ idea. I’d have bet the pink slip to my pickup that it had been.

She unzipped the bag and pulled out a small box. “This was supposed to keep you celibate for the time between parties,” she said. “But we don’t have to use it at all. But, you wanted to see this stuff. So anyway…” She handed me the box. She smiled a little bit; I think she was giggling now, inside, but trying to hide it.

I took the box and opened it. It was a small plastic tube and a couple of rings. There was a small padlock and a couple of keys obviously made for it. I looked up at her. I knew what it probably was. She was smiling broadly now.

“Well, you asked, honey. But, I know you won’t want to be wearing it. I mean I know you won’t want to be denied sex at all. I completely understand,” she said. “It was just an idea to keep you horny at the time, that’s all.”

“What else is in there?” I said, not commenting on the cock cage for the moment. I could feel my hardness betraying my calm demeanor.

“Honey, we don’t have to do any more of this, really,” she said.

“Now, Emily, you know damn well that you are going to show me the rest of what’s in that bag; so let’s stop fucking around and get to it, all right?” I said, trying not to seem too excited. She did giggle now, and the mood in the room became more relaxed.

She pulled out a stack of what had to have been a dozen or so pairs of female panties, all different colors and all frilly and girlish.

I looked at her questioningly. “Those are for you. Why are you showing them to me with my—gifts,” I asked.

“They’re for you, dear. For you to dress like my little cuckold sissy,” she said. She couldn’t help but laugh at my obvious consternation. “Don’t be so shocked, dear, husbands in your internet stories wear them. It—it—well, it adds to their voluntary humiliation, especially when their wives pantses them in front of their bulls.”

“What else is in there?” I said.

“Nothing else,” she said, “that’s all.”

“What’s that for?” I asked, pointing to the dowel.

“It’s a switch, of course, honey,” she said.

“Huh?”

“To—well—well—to spank you with. You know as part of the cuckold scene. You bent over the back of the couch or something getting your just punishment,” she said smiling like a possum. “Candace told me of how sometimes men are condemned at Mr. Stahl’s house and they are publicly spanked so everyone there can see and laugh at them. Part of the scene that’s all. I mean wives spanking their husbands publicly like that.”

I stood up. Went to her. Yanked her to her feet. Led her to the back of the couch she was sitting on and bent her over it. I pulled up her dress and slowly peeled down her panties. I dropped my own pants and without a further word pushed into her. I fucked her for some minutes finally cumming. She had two small orgasms while I was doing her.

I pulled out of her and ordered her to turn around and get down on her knees. She looked at me kind of funny, but did as I asked. “Get me hard again,” I said. She did, her mouth alternately teasing and sucking me to a fierce hardness. She sucked me a long time. Finally, I exploded into her mouth. She drank it all.

“Okay,” I said, as my penis shrank to a tenth the size it had been but a short time before, “put it on me.”

“Huh?”

“Lock up my penis, Emily, before it grows too big to fit inside of the tube,” I said.

“You mean…”

“Yes, that screwing and that blow job we just shared will have to do me until the night of the next party,” I said. “Remember, no arguments about me needing sex when I need it. But, I will try to last till then.”

She immediately got the small box, into which I had returned the contents. She pulled the tube out and slipped it over my penis. I was so emptied of sauce that she had no trouble. She tugged a little on my glans as they began to poke out the end. Then, she attached the ring that looped around my balls and hitched it together to the tube finally padlocking the device into place. The device itself was stainless steel. It wasn’t coming off without the key. I was celibate until she let me out.

She looked up at me. “Are you sure, Danny. I mean we really don’t need to…”

“I think so,” I said. “I think so. Just remember our deal. If I say it’s over…”

“Yes, and I am good with that. But it is kinda exciting, huh?” she said. “You are going to be one horny fella at that party.”

“For damn sure,” I said. I think she giggled for half an hour.

******

She was right and so was I. I was one horny fella when we arrived at the party, and I still was now fifteen minutes later. The difference was, that she had taken my cock cage off and left it at home. I could cum now, if I wanted, anyway I wanted; except that is, by fucking a woman. She told me that I was allowed to play with the other cucks in cuck country if I thought it would give me pleasure. She even said that she would allow it, and that she see if she could find another woman whose husband needed relief to be locked up with me when we were led down to the cages. I was scared, but I had to admit titillated.

Again, we, the cucks, did have our hands or each other, while we were at the mansion, but that was it. We were all cuckolds or about to become cuckolds, as in my case, and we were going to be treated like it, and we were expected to act like it. And, yes, I was wearing a pair of frilly lavender panties under my clothes. Emily could hardly contain her laughter as she had put them on me.

“Are you okay, honey,” said Emily. “If you feel at all bad let me know and we’re out of here. I mean it. This has to be good for both of us or it’s a no go.” Her words made me feel a little less apprehensive.

“I’m okay,” I said. “I will let you know if things are hairy for me. Don’t worry. You have fun.” I said this last with some misgivings. I still was worried that someone would try to steal my wife from me. That was the one intolerable fly in the ointment.

She smiled at me. “Let’s go to the bar and have a glass of wine. Kinda watch the goings and comings for a little bit. Okay?” she said. I nodded and we headed for the bar.

A white man, obviously a cuck served us; he was wearing a collar with a woman’s name on it. I was looking at it, and Emily smiled.

“Once you’ve been cuckolded dear you get one too. It identifies you as my property.” She laughed. “It’s something new that they just started with tonight. Candace called me yesterday to see if we were coming. She told me about it.”

I paid and we sipped the red elixir slowly, not caring to get sloshed. We were here for another reason, and it had little to do with alcohol. Ten minutes later her patience, or maybe it was mine, was rewarded.

“Hi. Emily isn’t it?” said Jackson. He didn’t even look at me. But he was all smiles and conviviality for Emily.

“Hi,” said my wife. “Yes, I’m Emily. I remember meeting you the last time we were here. You remember my husband, don’t you?” She indicated me by putting a loose hand on my shoulder.

“Uh—sure,” said Jackson. He nodded to me and then, in a most practiced and unmistakable way, went out of his way to ignore me.

“As I recall, Emily, the last time you were here, you were cruising and checking the place out. Now you’re back, are you here for some fun this time?” he said.

She looked at me one last time seeking my silent okay. I smiled at her and took a sip of my wine. She looked back at the tall, well built black man. “Yes, I think so,” she said. He offered her his arm. They wandered off together leaving me abandoned and alone; but, as it happened not for long.

“I see Jackson has commandeered your wife,” said the voice from behind me.

“Candace! You startled me,” I said. “Uh—yes, I guess it’s going to happen to me tonight. I’m going to be a cuckold for real. But—I don’t know—I feel kind of weird, maybe even a little afraid still.”

“I figured. That’s why I came over. You know, to kinda hold your hand while he fucks her. Don’t worry, she’ll love you twice as much for allowing her this moment of excitement,” said Candace. “Buy a girl a drink?”

“Sure,” I said. I felt lots better with Candace standing there figuratively holding my hand. I needed the reassurance more than I had thought that I would.

“You know, Danny, When your wife comes back to collar you, I really will need to take you down to cuck country. That’s where you belong now; it really is required. I will be locking you up,” she said. “Okay?”

“I can even lock you up with another cucky if you want. You may need it. You can give each other handjobs—or—but Emily will have to okay it of course.”

“She already has, at least to me,” I said. “I guess I would like the company, and maybe the help, I suppose.” I knew I was turning beet red.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s perfectly natural given how horny you must be,” said Candace.

“I am that,” I said.

She raised her eyebrows and giggled..

“Candace—thank you. I think you may have saved our marriage,” I said. “I’ll go down where I belong when she comes to get me.

“Oh, by the way. She did give me my—presents. They, the presents were kind of a shock, but I accept them as my lot.”

She smiled. “I would love to watch you getting it in the butt. But, right now we have something we have to do,” she said.

“Huh?” I said.

“Here comes your wife. She has to pants you. You are wearing your uniform?” she said.

I must have turned three shades of crimson. “Uh—yes,” I said. “You mean here and now. In front of everybody? She’s gonna pants me?”

“Uh huh. It’s your lot. It’s a signal to everyone that you are a willing wimp and your wife’s cucky. It’s part of the experience,” she said. I nodded.

“Hi honey,” said Emily coming up to us. Hi, Candace. It’s time for him, I guess.”

Candace nodded and stepped back.

“You okay, honey,” said Emily. I could see Jackson waiting in the doorway across the hall. He was maybe forty feet away smirking like all get out.

“Yeah, I guess. I just wish your stud wouldn’t smirk at me like that. It’s a little much if you know what I mean,” I said.

“Oh, Jackson doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s just a stud acting like a stud that’s all. Forget him,” said Emily. “Honey, kneel down, okay? I need to put your collar on you.” It was time. I knew it. I did as she said. She collared me not too tight, but it wasn’t coming off; the padlock that secured it was going to see to that. “Now, stand up, dear, while I pants you.”

Slip off your loafers, Danny, but leave your socks on,” she said. “I did as she said. She moved in front of me and unbuckled my belt. She followed that by unbuttoning my pants and pulling the zipper down. She let my pants fall. Several people nearby smirked, but nobody laughed outright. The hardon pushing at the front of my frilly and very lavender panties was my greatest humiliation.

“You look like my little sissy cuckold, honey. I love it. I want you to love it too,” she said. Candace came up to her and whispered something in her ear. Emily smiled.

“Yes, dear,” said Emily, “you may play with another cuckold if you want. Candace says she knows of just the man to lock you up with. Maybe Jackson and I will come down later and watch you. Would that be all right, dear?” She didn’t need my permission, but after what I’d said about Jackson, I think she felt the need to ask me.

“That would be okay, I guess,” I said.

Candace attached a leash to my collar and began to lead me to my prison for the night. In the basement, I stood leashed and pantsed looking at the rows of little four-foot cubed prisons. “The cages,” she said, nodding toward them. I nodded my understanding.

My mind was going crazy wondering what my wife was doing at that moment. The hardest part for me though, oddly, wasn’t imagining another man’s cock slipping in and out of her. No, it was wondering what she was saying about me—to him. I was scared, very very scared. Candace got us both a glass of wine.

“You’ll need this,” she said, handing me my glass.

******

The room was large and dimly lighted. There was a small end table beside the bed and a stack of towels and some jars on it. There were two chairs parked around a small round service table on the far side of the room. Emily wondered about that. She doubted it was for playing cards; the thought made her giggle. Jackson heard her and smiled his approval. She was comfortable. That was good. So many of the first timers had to be brought along slowly. This one was hot to trot. Oh yes, this was very good.

Emily looked at him and waited her hands at her sides. She would let him do the honors. She was the newbie, he the experienced stud. He was there to service her, not the other way around.

He reached for her arm and pulled her slowly to him. He kissed her very lightly on the forehead, then the cheek, then her lips. He was being tender; it always worked. He’d take it to the next level when he felt her shiver; they all shivered.

“Your husband treat you gentle?” he said.

“Hmm,” she responded, and she shivered.

He stepped back a few inches and fondled one of her breasts with his left hand. He leaned in and kissed her cleavage then her lips only slightly more urgently than he had the first time. She melded herself to him and ground her pubis into his obviously throbbing cock. She could feel the heat from him. She went to her knees and began to undo his pants. She pulled them down; his underpants came with them. His cock lashed her face.

She knelt back and gazed at seven inches of very thick male hardness. About the same size as Danny’s she thought. Maybe a trifle thicker. But Jackson’s was shiny black. She’d never seen a black man’s dick before. It was interesting. What she really wanted to know, though, was whether or not a black man really had the stamina that rumor and urban legend said he did.

“Come on up here,” he said, pulling her up to him. He peeled her dress from her shoulders and unhooked her bra; they fell from her. His eyes were glued to the beauty in front of him.

“You know, once you’ve had black you can’t go back,” he said. She laughed.

“We’ll see about that,” she said, not even taking him seriously. They hurried to complete the stripping off of their clothes. Naked he turned her forcefully around, bent her over, and with her hands on the bed, he pushed slowly into her. She was wet in spite of having had no vaginal stimulation.

His whole cock lodged in her, he began slowly screwing her. She mewed and oohed while he pleasured her. It was at least ten minutes later that he felt her shudder in the first of her orgasms. It was another five minutes before he began to shudder and she orgasmed for the second time. He murderously drove into her now, ramming her hard as he came in gallons inside of her.

She was panting when he turned her around yet again and laid her down on the bed. To her utter amazement he went down on her. She orgasmed yet again, this time very quickly. She squirted him with her juices. He laughed.

“I love the taste of woman,” he said. it was clear to her that he did. His face was a mess of her female bodily fluids.

“Your husband eat his own cum?” he asked.

“Uh—uh—no,” she said. He thinks it’s stinky. He doesn’t last like you either. He does make me cum once in a while though.” Why was she telling this stranger about her husband. She shouldn’t be doing any comparing; it was unfair to Danny. But, what she’d said was true. Her Danny didn’t have the stamina that this black stud had, and he did think that his own cum was stinky.

They fucked two more times before she knew it was time to call it a night. What happened next surprised her.

Dressed he sat her at the little round table for a talk. “Emily, you know what the cuckold lifestyle is about, don’t you?” he said.

“Sure, We just did it,” she said. “And it was glorious. I, we, will definitely be back next month.”

“Well, yes and good. But it’s more than that. It’s about the woman being faithful to her bull, me in this case, and dominating her hubby. You do realize that?” he said.

“Huh? I’m not sure what you mean, Jackson?” she said.

“Basically it means that you save yourself for me. It means your hubby doesn’t get to fuck you except on rare occasions and then only with the permission of your bull, again in this case me.

“It’s the humiliation thing that a true cuckold needs. But sometimes, the wife needs to train him, so that he can accept his lot. It’s what it’s all about, Emily. It may seem harsh or hard to understand, but in reality it’s what the true cuckold craves: enslavement to his wife. The question is, is your husband a true cuckold?”

“Oh I don’t know, Jackson. My husband and I already had one tiff over a mistake I made last time. I don’t want to risk another one like that,” she said.

“That was different. He has already surrendered his maleness to you, by willingly agreeing to let me fuck you tonight. He’s a cuckold now, Emily, and he always will be. When you take him home tonight; he’s going to want to screw you. You must deny him. Put him off; be too tired, whatever. Keep putting him off. But, for a few nights you can pleasure him by letting him pleasure you. Sit on his face and let him eat you out. Tell him he’s the best in the world at that. Cuckolds crave getting approval from their wives. He’ll be your slave, and mine, in no time. But, it has to start now, after this first time.

“And, I will be there for you. Anytime you need to be pleasured just call, I will come to your house, and do you. Hubby can watch of course, if you like. Many cuckolds want to watch as the wife’s bull humiliates them.”

“I don’t know. I think it is too risky. I mean I love your cock, but I love making love to my husband too…”

“Tell you what. I know it is going to be a bit rough for you tomorrow morning. I’ll call. And if you need me to explain things to him, I’ll come over. How’s that?” he said.

“I don’t know. I mean you can call, but I doubt that my Danny will go for any of this. Maybe someday, but I doubt it,” she said.

“Let’s give the man some credit. He’ll be a little bit frightened at first, but in the long run you will have done him and yourself a big favor,” said Jackson.

******

Candace finished her drink and watched me smiling as I toyed with mine. She could tell I was fearing the next step. As she watched me, I became a bit self-conscious, so finally I downed the drink and waited for her next words.

“Danny, I’m going to lock you in a cage with another cucky, Mike. He’s a good guy. You can help each other, okay?” she said. I could only nod. She took me by the hand and led me a cage. Another man was already inside it.

She led me to my cell. “Get back a little, Mike,” she said. “You have a cell mate tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. He was wearing tight fitting wedgie panties. His cock was hard and pushing at the front of them.

Candace pushed me gently inside and closed my cell door slowly behind me. She keyed the bolt and I was a prisoner for the first time in my life.

“Hi,” said Mike. “You’re wife’s getting’ it tonight eh?”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll be a full-fledged cuckold after tonight,” I said. I must’ve sounded a little down, because Mike broke out what must’ve been his concerned look.

“A newbie? Don’t let it get you down. Your wife will end up giving you more than you’ve ever gotten before, if she’s anything like mine. Some of these black dudes have real imaginations,” he said. “You feeling needy?”

“Yeah?” I said. “I do feel needy. My wife said I could play tonight.”

“Mine too. You ever been fucked before?”

“No,” I said.

“Well, okay, I will be gentle with you. But, you have to suck me first. You okay with that?” he said. I was feeling very strange. I’d never touched a man before, but here we two were rubbing against each other in the small cage.

“Yeah I’m okay with it, I guess,” I said.

“Who’s your wife with? Do you know?” he said.

“Yes, his name is Jackson,” I said.

The man’s face took on a glum look. “Oh,” he said, so softly I hardly heard him.

“Is something wrong?” I said.

“Well, no, not exactly. It’s just—well—it’s just that he is kind of possessive. He tried his stuff on my wife maybe a year ago, but she shot him down. We really do have a strong marriage, and…”

“And what?” I said.

“He doesn’t like the husbands of his favorites having sex with their wives. He forbids it in fact,” said Mike.

I laughed. “Well, that ain’t happening with my wife and me,” I said. “We’re going to have sex as soon as we get home tonight. She’s kept me—“ I stopped. What the fuck was I doing telling everybody and sundry about our private lives.

“Well, good,” said Mike. “Anyway, he might have changed his tune lately anyway. I’ve heard that more than one husband has complained about him. So maybe he’s cleaned up his act.”

“Yeah, well, no matter what, he ain’t messin’ that way with my head or my woman,” I said.

“Well if you’re ready, let’s get it on,” he said. He slid back against the back of the cage and spread his legs. I knelt between his legs and took his cock gingerly in my hand.

******

It was well past twelve when Jackson with my wife in tow showed up sated and done for the evening. I watched as he kissed her goodnight right in front of me.

Emily had the keys and came to me and let me out. Mike she locked back up. His wife had to let him out and she wasn’t back yet.m Mike and I said Our goodbyes.

“Got a real nice woman here, cucky,” he said to me as he broke the kiss and patted me on the head. I really didn’t like that, but I held my tongue.

“Don’t forget what I told you, Em,” he said, as he walked off.

“Forget what?” I said, looking straight at my wife. She handed my my pants and my loafers. I dressed.

“Nothing dear. Just a little request he made. I have to think about it, but it’ll probably not be happening,” she said. “Come on, honey, I’m tired let’s go. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

The ride home was quiet and she seemed to be halfway asleep. I didn’t like this. I wanted a piece of her myself, and the way it looked was that she was not going to let me get off. Three weeks I’d been celibate; I needed her real bad. I’s sucked off Mike, and he had fucked me, that had been an experience, and not a bad one. But, I had saved my cum for Emily.

I pulled into the drive and she shook herself and got out. I locked up the car and followed her inside. I decided to go for it. I caught up to her, pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. She responded, but not all that enthusiastically. I was a little miffed.

“What’s wrong?” I said. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks. You’re not going to cut me off tonight are you?”

“Honey, I’m so tired. I really am. Could we talk tomorrow? Really?” she said.

“Talk? Whaddya mean talk?” I said. “I’m talking about making love to my wife not talking talk!”

“Honey, tomorrow. Okay?”

“Answer me one question, and I will leave you alone tonight,” I said.

“Okay,” she said.

“Will I get to do you tomorrow or not?”

“Honey? Can we just play it by ear? I mean let’s talk about it tomorrow.” The look on my face must have caught her up. She suddenly smiled. “Of course you can have me tomorrow, honey. I’m just too tired tonight. Okay?”

I wasn’t mollified at all, but at least her words had been the right ones if not the tone. “Okay, tomorrow. Tomorrow morning.” She smiled and we hit the hay. She didn’t even shower. I guess she really was tired. I woke up early. Hell I was horny as hell! I was naked in the kitchen waiting for her. I’d put the coffee on.

I heard her come down the stairs. Then I heard her on the phone in the hall.

“Yes…you were right…he wants it now…no…no…I can’t refuse him…no…it’s… him…no…no…he’s my husband though…Huh?...in fifteen minutes…okay…but I think it’s a bad idea…yeah…you too…”

I knew who it was, but I wanted her to tell me. “Who was that you were on the phone with at this hour of Sunday morning?” I said.

“Oh—it was—it was Jackson, honey. He’s coming over,” she said. Her face was slate gray and her expression was one of worry. And well it might be. My next words proved that.

“At fucking seven o’clock in the goddamned morning! You call him back and tell him to forget it. Plus we’re done with the parties forevermore. I’m invoking my right and our agreement,” I said.

“Honey, please, let’s not fight,” she whined.

“We’re not. We’re simply getting on with our lives, and he ain’t going to be any part of them. Got it!” I was pissed. I went upstairs to get some clothes on, just in case.

Back down, We sort of argued and discussed for some minutes more; then, I heard the doorbell. “Tell him to go away and never come back,” I said. She gave me a disgusted look and went to the door. I followed her. He literally brushed by her and in.

I couldn’t believe the guy. I blurted out something like, “Get the hell outta my house. You’re not welcome, asshole.” He must’ve been waiting on something of the sort because he just smiled.

“I’ll leave when your wife tells me to leave cucky boy.” My face must’ve clouded over. Emily’s hand went to her mouth.

“Emily,” I said, “tell him; tell him now!”

“Honey, let’s all sit down and discuss this like civilized people,” she said. “I looked at her in shock—no despair. I knew at that moment that my marriage was over.

“What? Did I hear you right?” I said. “You’re taking his side?”

“Honey…”

“Yes, she is cucky. And she is because I’ve got something she needs that you ain’t got.” He almost snarled the words.

“Last chance, Em. Him or me?” I said. She remained silent. I nodded. I had to get out before my tears gave me away.

“Hey man, don’t leave on my account,” said Jackson, actually laughing at me. I gritted my teeth.

I headed up the stairs. I began packing as soon as I got to the bedroom. I was packed in maybe five minutes. I could hear Emily arguing with her lover, but I didn’t give a fuck.

I picked up my softball that I had kept from our summer league championship game two years before. All of the fellas on the team had signed it. I threw it with everything I had at her precious vanity mirror. It shattered into a million fragments. They must have heard it because I heard a loud what the fuck from downstairs mixed with my wife’s scream.

I took one last look around at what had been my bedroom, my home, but was no more; fuck I was sad. My clothes would be pretty wrinkled when I got wherever I was going to go, but I didn’t frankly give a shit. My wife had betrayed me, that’s what I gave a shit about. But, whatever, it was the dawning of a new day for me. I hustled down the stairs almost tripping on the bottom step.

“Wuzzsamatter, cucky, don’t know your place. Your ego too hurt to give the little woman what she needs? It’s all right cucky. I’ll be right here to take care of her. You don’t gotta worry.” My back was to them and I was maybe ten feet from the door. I stopped and took a deep breath.

Emily realized what was about to happen. She tried to put herself between us. “Honey, don’t do this. I still love you. We can work this out,” she said. I think that for the first time in my life I actually really did hate a woman. I dropped the two suitcases. I turned. I surveyed the situation.

Jackson was maybe six foot tall and two-twenty; plus, he was at least ten years younger than me. In court he couldn’t plead he’d had no chance, which of course I knew he didn’t. Emily didn’t really know what I could do either; she never came to the gym, that I worked out at, and hardly ever talked to me about my old job in the military. I think she was afraid for me when she realized what I was going to go to do.

“Honey, don’t! I mean it! I don’t want you to be hurt; please don’t start anything—please!” she was almost screaming. I smiled at her, my face taking on, I was sure, an almost serene aspect. She began to noticeably relax. For his part Jackson was quiet. Things weren’t turning out quite as he had figured: I wasn’t wimping out.

“Emily, you have betrayed me and our many years of marriage; we’re history now. I’ll see a lawyer on Monday morning. For now, just step back a little okay. Oh, and shut the fuck up. You and I are quits. You don’t have to concern yourself about my health ever again. But, big boy over here and I have a bit more to do with each other. Don’t we big boy?” I said.

Jackson face was beginning to show signs of worry that he might have pushed things a bit too far. He didn’t want to alienate a piece of ass as sweet as this one. “Hey man, you don’t have to leave. Divorce? Why? She’s just cuckolded you; she doesn’t want to kick you out. Just stay. Tell you what, we can all have a little fun together. I know how to treat a willing cuck,” he said. “It’ll be fun, really.”

He waited for me to respond. He clearly had not expected me to be so calm in challenging him, nor had he expected me to threaten Emily with divorce. But, he was clearly also confident as hell. Emily did step back almost tripping as she bumped into the couch.

“Look cucky, I mean Danny. I got your woman, and you got her too, okay; there’s no need for me to hurt you. I don’t want to fight you,” he said, realizing now that he probably was going to have to.

He made a mistake. He patted me on the head. Not threateningly, but he did touch me.

I drove a left hook into his ribcage with everything I had. His lungs emptied as though he’d been hit by a small truck. A second blow to the xiphoid drove him clean against the wall five or six feet distant. His eyes got big; a hard enough blow to the xiphoid makes it almost impossible to even try to breathe; I could see panic setting in, in the man’s expression. I had him cornered. He slowly slithered down the wall into a sitting position. He was turning blue. I could let him die.

“Take very little breaths, breathing through your nose only, for the next ten minutes and you’ll be okay.” I said, as I knelt down beside him. “Yes, asshole, you’ve got the woman, but don’t ever come around me again. I mean not ever. Whatever it is you think you got? It ain’t enough.”

I finally realized that Emily had been screaming the whole time. Which time had been maybe a minute or two tops. Her boyfriend was desperate but likely to survive. I hadn’t broken anything; I should have. I picked up my bags and headed out. Looking back one last time on what had been our home and her, I had to say it. “I guess he wasn’t quite the macho heman that he thought he was,” I said. “Actually more like a candy-ass.” She looked at me like I’d kicked her in the stomach.

******

I heard her yell to him as the door slammed. I could just imagine the scene after I’d gone.

I got a text message a while later. It was from her. It was short and cryptic. “Don’t come back. I’m with Jackson now.” I smiled at that. The idiot woman actually thought he was going to be faithful to her, be her man.

All of the games and fantasies and hope for a good life were gone, at least as it related to Emily and me. I had to move on. Divorce was on the horizon. Monday couldn’t come soon enough, not for me at any rate.

******

I took off work on Monday and settled all of the things I needed to. The lawyer, the bank, the realtor—the house was in my name. My mother had made that a condition of her will in case I ever divorced my wife; my mother was ever the pragmatist.

A few days later, my lawyer let me know that my wife had been served with the divorce papers, and she had informed my lawyer that she was fine with the details. Six months later we both appeared before the judge and avowed that we did indeed want to be forever separated from each other. The grounds had been irreconcilable differences. No one even asked any questions, not very probing ones anyway.

I settled into a routine of work, eat, sleep, go to the bar; and then, the process would repeat itself. I was floundering. Then, one day, as I was seated on my favorite bar stool achieving a degree of liquid happiness; I had a visitor.

I had to smile. “Candace, nice to see you. Hope you’re not here to convince me to go back with her. It ain’t happenin’,” I said.

“That’s too bad, Danny. But, no that’s not why I’m here, not exactly anyway,” she said.

“So, you’re here because it’s the only bar in the city, and you want a drink. Right?” I said. I looked at her with what had to be a bored expression.

“Funny,” she said. “No, I just thought that well, you’ve been alone long enough now to hear a counter proposal to your current arrangements,” she said.

“Huh? What are you talking about Candace?” I said.

“I want to apply for the job?” she said.

“What job? I don’t know of any job.” I said.

“The job of wife,” she said. “Your wife.”

I sat there in a state of shock. She’d really surprised me. “Huh? What?”

“I know you. I know you better in some ways than you know yourself. We’ve talked some, though not recently. You and I would be perfect. You’re handsome. I’m not bad looking either; you’d have to admit that.”

I did indeed have to admit that. But, there were downsides. She was taller than me by a good three inches, she was quite a bit younger, but I really didn’t know by how much at this point. Plus, I didn’t really know squat about her past life’s history, just about her present one. Add to that, she didn’t know really all that much about me either.

“You have a good job, she continued. “I have some money in a trust account; it’s what keeps me independent. We both share the same fantasy, and I think, to the about the same degree. Plus there is something else,” she said.

“Well, now that you’ve completely knocked my socks off, why don’t you tell me what that is?” I said.

“Okay. I’m thirty-eight and, my doctor tells me, fertile. I want to have a family, a baby, with you.”

“What the hey?” I said.

“You’re childless and in your early forties. You still have some bullets in that dick of yours; I want ‘em.” She said. “I want you.”

“Candace, I don’t know whether to feel insulted or thrilled by your—uh—proposition. What I am sure of is that we haven’t known each other near long enough to tie the knot.

“You are great looking, and you know it, I might add. I also see you as intelligent and level headed. But…”

“You’re thinking about all of the men I’ve had. I mean being involved with the mansion and all,” she said.

“Well, yes actually,” I said.

“She smiled. Actually, Danny, I’ve only been involved with one man there in a serious way in my whole life: Mr. Stahl. He’s my ex-husband. I have cuckolded him—with a dozen different men in past years. And before you ask, he cheated on me, and I sent him packing.

The rotter wouldn’t let me get pregnant either, but he did her. They’re together now with their two boys living in France mostly. He and I buried the hatchet a long time ago, and I help him out some around the club; like I tried to do with you and Emily; actually I manage it for him. Oh, and no, he has never been allowed back into my bed, nor will he ever be. Geraldine cuckolds him now, more power to her,” she said.

“Doing anything tonight?” I said.

“Huh?”

“How about dinner?” I said.

Her smile was worth a million bucks. “Absolutely,” she said. “I’ll even pay!”

“Hell no,” I said, “no girl ever paid when she was with me.” My smile must have been worth at least half a million.

Over the next several months I got to know Candace. Her life had been one of ups and downs and now that she was older—if mid-thirties was actually older—she had decided to take control of her life and share it with someone that she could trust. Somehow that last had boiled down to ‘moi’.”

Yes we talked about my fantasies and hers as well. As for implementing any of them, especially the cuckolding thing; that would be a matter of cast iron agreement between us when the time came. The overriding rule would be the one that I had had with Emily, but which Emily had seen fit to ignore, and which fact had been the cause of ending us: to wit, that either of us could call an immediate end to it for any reason or no reason as we saw fit.

I still thought about my ex-wife. I had never really been able to come to grips with her double crossing me like she did. She’d never actually apologized for her perfidy—as I saw it—either. She had instead taken the side of the asshole. Well, she could have him, as I supposed she did. Still, I’d had the feeling, even as the divorce was wending its way through those months before its final implementation, that Emily still had feelings for me, maybe even still loved me. But, the master cuckoldist had brainwashed her into believing that I would fold at some point, and that I would come crawling back and things would be as they should be: me on my knees in front of the both of them, not just her; that wasn’t about to happen.

I’d been there for the final decree. She’d sniffled, or so I had thought watching her, and Jackson had laughed. Somehow it all seemed very fitting.

Candace and I were married in June, almost a year and a half since I had kicked Jackson’s ass. Things were wonderful for us, and it was only after some four months that we decided between us that we would visit the mansion. The convenience and safety of the place appealed to the both of us, so we would do it there, the it being to cuckold me.

******

We arrived a little late, maybe 9:00PM. Candace had me in my panties and my collar, but as was the rule, the cock cage was at home. The interesting thing about that was that I’d only been wearing it for three days before this night. It was enough she said to make me red-hot-and-horny! She’d been right. I was looking forward to the after the party fuck that I absolutely craved.

We had both been standing at the bar watching the goings on, when a tall, slim, black man came up and propositioned her; “it was de je vous all over again,” as the great Yogi Berra had once said. She looked at me and asked me if I felt okay with the gentleman. I nodded my okay, and he shook my hand. “Jason Brown,” he said.

I felt a lot better about him than I had with the asshole Emily ended up with the last time I was here. “Nice to meet you,” I said, “I’m Danny.”

The three of us conversed for a few minutes; and then, Candace whispered in my ear. “He’s going to fuck me, Dan, you need to be thinking about being taken down to cuck country, okay? You have my permission to play if you want. You could go down on your own, but you have to wait to be pantsed and leashed tonight. Just wait for the mistress of the evening; she’ll do you. Okay?” I nodded.

“Yeah, okay. Just let me finish this, and I’ll wait to be pantsed and led off,” I said, smiling.

I had just set my shot glass down and was waiting for someone to take me down when a familiar voice whispered my name.

“Danny?” I turned. It was Emily.

“Get the fuck away from me cunt,” I said, sneering as menacingly as I could.

“Danny—I—I just wanted to say I was sorry. I did wrong. It’s just that; well, I guess I discovered that I wanted this lifestyle as much or more than you did. Probably more. I just went about it wrong,” she said.

My eyes I knew had narrowed to the merest of slits. “Get the fuck away from me before I kill you,” I said.

Her eyes got very big. “Oh—I—I—I didn’t mean…” she walked away very fast.

“Jesus man, you really terrified her,” said a new arrival at the bar.

“Mike, how yuh doin’,” I said, recognizing the man from the last time I was there. Of course I should have recognized me; he took my virginity as it were.

“Yeah, surprised you remember me. Wasn’t that your wife? I thought I recognized her from the last time, but it was a while back,” he said.

“Used to be. We’re divorced. I’m with Candace now,” I said. “Been goin’ on two years, I guess.”

“Wow! Really. You do come with a lot of surprises,” said Mike.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said.

“Didn’t I see her just now go upstairs with Jason Brown; I mean Candace,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s the fellow’s name,” I said.

Mike smiled. “Good, he’s a good guy. He’s fucked my Evelyn several times.

“Uh—it’s none of my business, but shouldn’t you be taken down to cuck country,” he said. “I’ll go with you if you like. They’ll be coming for me shortly; my wife has been taken upstairs already too,” he said.

“Yeah, I’m just waiting to be led,” I said.

“Good idea,” he said. “I’ll wait with you.” We started talking while waiting for what seemed an unusually long time for a mistress of the evening to come get us.

“So you say Jackson made a move on your wife?” he said. “But, that doesn’t…”

I interrupted him, “Yeah, and I divorced her two days later. But, not before punching the asshole out,” I said.

“But, she’s not with Jackson. He’s with a gal named Maribel. They just got married a week ago. She lets him do his stud duty though. He’s here tonight,” said Mike.

“He best not come around me,” I said.

Then it hit me. “But—if he’s not with Emily, who’s she with,” I asked. I had not seen or talked to Emily, until tonight, except through the lawyers since that last day at the house. I was curious. I wondered if Candace knew. Probably, I thought.

“I don’t know if she’s with anyone; my wife and I only come here every few months, kind of a release for me, and for her of course. But, I do know that Emily works here now. She does what Candace used to do here, kinda looks after the nervous newbies,” said Mike.

It was about fifteen minutes after Mike had told me that, that a sweet looking woman with a big black man on her arm came down the stairs. The stud? It was Jackson.

He didn’t see me at first. But I saw him insult the woman’s husband, as he handed her back to him. Why he was here in the lounge was a mystery, but he was. He was treating guy like he had me that night so many months before.

“Excuse me, Mike, I’m gonna go make a scene,” I said. He held me back. I looked at his hand on my arm and he dropped it.

“Hey man,” said Mike. “I know you said you punched him once. But, you were probably lucky. He’s a big guy, and I’ve seen him mix it up before. He is one tough hombre. You don’t want to try him twice.”

“Yes, I do,” I said.

He had just patted the cuck on his head as I came up to them. I patted him on his.

“What the fuck!” He spun around. He had fire in his eyes.

“Hi pussy, wanna dance,” I said. “You can be the woman.” The husband was standing there looking at me like I was crazy.

“You ain’t gonna sucker punch me again, cucky,” he said.

“As I recall, you were the one who started the last little—uh—argument,” I said. “I just finished it.” I was ready for him. I knew his ego wouldn’t let him turn down this gunfight; it was about to become OK Corral night at the manse.

He threw a left-right combination that I bobbed under as I swung around behind him. He spun to face me and was greeted with half a dozen hooks to the head. He seemed a bit unsteady on his feet, but he was still upright; but, that had been my intention. I wanted to humiliate him; I wanted to take him apart in sections.

He was wary now, while I on the other hand; well, I was bored. “Wuzzamatter pussy,” I said, taunting him. He rushed me. I was ready. I sidestepped him and he was able to catch another half dozen of my best body punches as I moved in on him.

Suddenly, he had no air in his lungs, or he certainly would have been screaming. His face was a mess and I was sure a couple of his ribs were cracked. I’d given it all I had.

He made one last supreme effort to save his pride, he pulled a knife. Big mistake: The combat boots I was wearing—on purpose—were more than adequate to the task of cracking his knee cap. He howled, and fell into the couch behind him; lucky for him it softened his landing; he was done. His knife clattered to the floor; I had plenty of witnesses and none of them were his friend.

The couple, that I had interrupted, was standing there with their mouths hanging open. They looked at each other. I risked a smile toward the wife.

I knelt down next to a ruined Jackson. “This is getting to be a habit, pussy. I’m gonna give you a piece of advice you best memorize and take to heart. As long as you live, never come back here. Never. Got it,” I said.

“You mutha…”

He’d been trying to lean forward from his place against the couch and reach for his very offended kneecap. The back of my hand flashed and I slapped him so hard his head whiplashed.

“Ooh, that stung, huh? Anyway, you were saying?” I said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he squeaked.

“Good, you can call your mommy now,” I said.

I didn’t see her until several minutes after I had rejoined Mike at the bar. Another black man was helping an almost inert Jackson to regain some semblance of consciousness which he had been fast losing. Emily was staring at me. I motioned her to come to me. She started to turn and walk away, but changed her mind and came to me.

She stood in front of me silent. “I hear he dumped you,” I said. “That true?”

“What do you care? You threatened to kill me if I didn’t get away from you,” she said. “I was bad, but you were just as bad tonight.”

“Yes, you’re right, I apologize for that. Really, it’s just—what you did to me still rankles,” I said.

She nodded, and I thought I saw the hint of a tear forming in the corner of her eye. “I’m sorry for all of that, what I said to you, did to you. I mean it. He isn’t worth spit; he never was. I was just caught up in the game—whatever,” she said.

“Well, try not to fuck over your next husband like you did me,” I said. I softened my voice, “You okay?”

She turned and ran out.

As she headed up the stairs, Candace appeared with her lover in tow. She came striding toward me. She approached me and Mike.

“I heard a rumor. Something about the fall of the Jacksonian empire? And, what was that about, Danny?” said Candace, indicating the retreating Emily.

I looked meaningfully over toward the couch on the far side of the room. A couple of big guys were now helping a defeated Jackson up. It was time for him to leave. I expected he’d be delivered to some emergency clinic within the hour.

Several cucks were telling the two helpers what had happened. The two of them glanced my way several times in the telling. Strange, but they didn’t seem to want to talk to me; I supposed that they just didn’t care all that much. I remembered what Mike had told me the second time we’d come to the manse: something about Jackson going too far with some of the women.

“Jackson didn’t like it when I patted him on the head,” I said.

“You did what?!” she said. “You patted him on the head! A cuck dared to do that to a stud!”

“Well, I know my place, Candace, but for him I made an exception. You’re not angry with you are you?” I said.

“I guess not,” she said. “But, I don’t think it’s ever happened before.”

She turned to Jason. “Very nice time, Jase,” she said. “You really socked it to me.” She was smiling to beat the band.

“Yeah for me too,” he said. “Danny, she’s a real nice woman, but I know you know that.

“Oh, and between you and me, I’m glad you stuck it to the asshole. He’s been cruisin’ to get his butt killed, and I guess tonight was the night. The man has no respect for anybody,” he said.

The ride home was animated. I had to tell her everything. She knew my history, but she hadn’t known that I could fight damn near as well as I did.

Then it was her turn to tell me about her night.

“He’s big enough if you want to know, but you’re bigger by a little bit. He stripped but wouldn’t let me strip for some time. He liked me seeing him naked, but he said I looked beautiful dressed as I was and wanted to enjoy the view. He played with himself for a while and then had me lie down next to him.

“He felt me up for a long time, kissed me a lot, and then, he finally pulled my panties down. He lifted my dress and ate me out for half an hour. Fuck that was hot!” She said.

“Next he went after my ass—with his tongue. That took another half an hour. He’d pretty nearly sucked the life out of me by then. But he wasn’t through.

“Danny he fucked me missionary style for almost an hour. Stopping and starting and stopping and starting. By the time he unloaded inside of me, I had come at least five times either orally or by his screwing me. It was heaven!” she said.

At home we celebrated our return to the mansion with the wildest night of sex play that I could remember. Candace would never make the same mistakes that Emily had. The benefit of hindsight could not be over estimated.

******

A couple of weeks later, I came home to a very nice dinner. My favorite Beef stew. God how I loved Candace’ beef stew. She made three things better than anybody: beef stew, spaghetti, and veggie omelets. She cooked other things too, of course, but those were my personal favorites.

She looked pensive as she waited for me to dish up my plate from the pot. I noticed.

“Candace?” I said, sounding as suspicious as I actually was.

She looked down. “Danny, I saw Emily today. She—she asked me to talk to you,” she said. The divorce had been long over between my ex and I. I had given her money, almost $100,000, but no alimony. It didn’t make sense that she wanted to talk to me about money. So what?

I waited for her to continue. She did. “She needs for you to forgive her. She is losing weight and not doing at all well, Danny. You need to talk to her. It isn’t my place, I know, but I promised her that you would,” said Candace. “Danny, she doesn’t look good.”

“You did. Well, if it’s important to you; then, I guess I will. I would have talked to her the last time we were at the mansion, but she ran off. I’ve got no problem speaking with her. Is there a time and venue I should be aware of?” I said.

“Here at our house, tomorrow night,” she said. “I’ll make dinner if that’s all right with you.”

“Yeah, firm it up,” I said. “It’s no problem for me.”

It was Caesar salad and pork chop night. Well, I did say that Candace could cook a number of things.

The doorbell rang. Candace answered it. I could hear them talking. They came into the game room.

I should explain. I gave Emily the house and half of everything in the final settlement. With the equity built up in the house and the money from our savings and CDs, she’d come out with maybe $100,000 of personal worth. She wasn’t working a regular job, but I had heard from Mike that she was working for Mr. Stahl in some capacity.

On my side of the deal, I’d moved into Candace’ place immediately after our wedding; her house was four bedrooms with all of the usual accouterments. The game room, an add-on, had become my hangout most nights. I was sitting in there now.

“Hi, Danny,” said Emily as she was ushered in by my wife.

“Hi, Emily, I’m glad you could come,” I said. Candace gave me an approving look sensing my intension to be kind.

“Everybody have a seat while I get the wine,” she said. She went back into the kitchen to fetch the necessaries.

“Danny, I have wanted to talk to you for a long time time. I just haven’t had the chance. So, I asked Candace if she would allow me this time, if you would,” she said.

“Emily. What’s past is past. I don’t think…”

“No. Please. I have to do this,” she said. “Danny, you were the best thing that ever happened to me. Some of your fantasies were a little strange, but I’d heard of them before, so they weren’t ‘that’ strange.

“The biggee was that once I got into them with you, I became more interested than you were. Go figure.

“As for Jackson, he was manly and strong and had a big dick, but it was only a little thicker than yours; there was no real difference,” she said. She said it kinda fast.

“The fact that he was an asshole didn’t occur to me until much later. Then, it was too late for me, us. Again, I am so sorry, Danny; and I wish you and Candace every happiness.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I wish the same for you.”

“Frankly, I am hoping for another chance too. I have a guy that seems interesting. He’s a lot better man than Jackson ever could have been. By the way, I never knew you were so tough,” she said, finally.

“Force Recon, baby, they don’t make ‘em better’n us, not even,” I said. “Even the SEALs and Rangers buy us beers at the end of the day. Believe it.”

“Yes, well I do believe it now,” she said.

“Danny, I do wish you and Candace the best. I really do. You deserve it, and I think so does she,” said Emily.

We talked a little more, and she told me something of her job at the mansion. It seems she was working there for the Stahls right enough, but just part time, maybe twenty hours a week. It seems it takes a lot to run the place even for a single monthly party.

She said she was making enough to get by, and it was kind of interesting or so she said. She made it clear that she was still more or less turned on by the notion of cuckolding, but was committed to never pressuring her man, if indeed she ever got another one, like she had me. She’d learned her lesson.

I found her verbal meanderings more or less surprising given all of the water under the bridge, but interesting too. We’d likely be seeing each other at the mansion from time to time. Little did I know at that moment just how true that that judgment was going to be.

Candace had left us alone for our entire one on one, but she had to have been listening; as soon as we were done, at least in the sense that our conversation had run out of some of its steam, she showed up with the drinks.

“Solved all of the world’s problems?” asked Candace, as she placed the platter on the coffee table near us.

“Of course,” I said. “We got it handled.” Emily smiled a genuine smile. If she wasn’t exactly happy with her life, neither did she seem to be carrying the aura of despair that had been the case when she had first arrived.

******

I’d had my cock cage on for a week now. Candace was still in the seemingly endless female process of getting ready for our trip to the mansion. It was a weekend stay this time. Rare at the mansion, but the owner was in town, so it was a special. Candace had plans for me as well as for herself. I was so horny I could hardly stand it. I was going nuts. My mind was not my own, but I was at least able to be calm.

Black, strapless sheath; billowing brunette locks; four-inch CFMs; pearl necklace and bracelet; bright red nails and lipstick; and her signature Chanel fragrance: she was beautiful, desirable, and mine; and she was going to be cuckolding me in less than two hours. She was excited and I was nervous, which is a kind of excited, I guess.

Candace had cuckolded me before this, but tonight was different. Earlier we had talked.

“You know why I’ve kept you in your cage all week instead of just three days, honey, right?” she said.

“Yes. Yes, I do,” I said. “But, Candace, is it necessary? I mean really?” I said.

“No, and say the word, and I won’t insist,” she said. “That’s our deal. I’ll honor it. And, even if you do decide to go ahead with the plan, I’ll be down to check on you from time to time to make sure you’re okay. It’s up to you, dear. But, you will be caged for the whole weekend, okay. You will be able to play with your cell mate, that’ll be Mike, but you will have no freedom until Sunday evening.

“Oh, the mistress of the evening, my old job, will have the key to your cock cage if you do decide to play; otherwise, you will be wearing it the whole time. Okay?”

I was conflicted. I was terrified that I couldn’t handle what she had in mind, and what I had agreed to, but by now she well knew how to play me, and she did. “I’ll try,” I said. “I can do it this once, I guess.”

******

When we arrived at the mansion, David received us. Coincidentally it was his turn in the rotation once again—did somebody say déjà vu? Emily too was there; I saw her across the receiving room. It was fairly crowded, maybe fifty couples in attendance and as many studs.

We headed for the bar. We were there for maybe ten minutes before a stud, a new one Candace indicated as he approached, asked her to dance. There was a live band in attendance this particular night. Probably because Mr. Stahl and Geraldine were in town.

The two of them glided across the floor. They danced close ad I could see him resting his hand on her ass. She smiled winningly at him. My cock advertised my jealousy. Emily came up to me.

“I got the word, Danny,” she said.

“The word?” I said.

“Yes, Candace wants you locked up tonight. But you will be allowed to—you know…” she said. “I have the key to your thingy.”

“If you want someone else to do the honors besides me, I’ll understand,” she said.

I looked at her blankly. Candace and I had indeed decided it was time to take my cuckolding status to a new level, but I had not pictured my ex-wife leading me to my cell and locking me in it. Or facilitating my getting boned, but it was stimulating to think about. Tonight I was a cuckold and I had to accept that reality in all its facets if I wanted to really adjust to it. Candace had been good to me and honest. I was giving it my best try.

“No, no, it’s okay, Emily. You just do your duty. I’ll be fine. I know my place,” I said. She smiled and said she’d be back.

She was back in about three minutes with a man in tow. “Dan, this is my new husband. We were married last week in Vegas.

“Jim, this is my ex, Danny, he’s being cuckolded tonight” she said. To say I was floored would not even cover it.

“Pleased to meet you, Jim?” I said.

“Morrison, James Morrison,” he said.

“Lawson,” I said.

We conversed for some minutes before Emily was called away to lead a condemned hubby to the yard out back. A husband had offended his wife and was condemned to be punished for his mistake. Everyone was buzzing about it. The hapless hubby was noticeably shaking and Emily was leading him by a leash, attached to the collar he had strapped to his neck, to the post.

The man was crying. Wimping out was no disgrace here, but he was really frightened. A woman, probably his wife was waiting for him by the post in the yard. She watched intently as he, with Emily leading him made his way slowly to the place of his punishment.

At the post, Emily paused. Emily and the woman exchanged a few words and then she handed the woman the leash. She led her husband up to the six-foot high wooden pole.

We all watched intently. Hangin on the far side of the post were some things she now employed to secure her husband to the post. First, utilizing his collar, she linked him to the post by a short chain that hung from the post.

Next she gathered his hands behind his back and proceeded to secure them with handcuffs that had been hanging from the pole’s far side; we all saw him wince, the cuffs were closed very tightly on his wrists. Moving around to his left side she undid his pants and pulled them down around his ankles letting them remain there. The man was wearing pink panties with lacey frilled edging; she left these where they were; his cock would not be on display.

Finally she took a length of rope from the post and tied his knees very tightly together. Leaning down she picked up something I could not a first make out. But she started swishing it around in the air and I knew then, it was the switch with which she would punish him.

His wife walked around the pole a time or two. Each circuit she paused to speak to him. Even as far back as I was, I could see him quail. It was clear he expected a very bad time from his wife.

She stopped behind him, looked around at the crowd gathered to see the execution of his punishment. She raised the switch high and brought it down savagely on his buttocks. The panties clearly provided no succor from the ravages of the switch.

Again and again she whipped him. He leaned into the pole helplessly trying to melt into it hoping for some small measure of relief; he got none. His howls rang though the yard.

I had counted the stripes: twenty-five. The man was breathing heavily and sobbing uncontrollably. He sagged into the pole. His shortened leash preventing him from sitting or kneeling—and his efforts to remain standing were equally hard. His buttocks were fiery red; that could be seen even with his panties still on. They of course were now partly shredded but still hanging on him. His upper thighs, too, were striped crimson. The man was in serious distress.

His wife dropped the switch near where she had picked it up to begin punishing him. She came back inside leaving him to her husband to his thoughts and pain. It was clear she intended for him to think about his misdeeds for awhile, whatever they had been, before she allowed him to rejoin the rest of the guests.

Emily stopped her briefly as she came back into the mansion. I saw Emily look toward the tortured thing at the post and nod her understanding of whatever the wife was saying.

She next turned her attention to someone else—me.

******

I was watching Candace ascend the stairway with the man she’d been dancing with. At the top of the staircase, she looked down and caught my eye. She smiled and nodded: he was going to fuck her; I was going to be sent to the cages; that had been our agreement, our plan for the weekend. I was a little concerned about being locked up that long, but I’d agreed; it was time.

Emily came up to me. “I just saw Candace go to her room with her stud,” she said. “Are you ready—I mean…” I could see she was still doing her best to make sure I didn’t object to her being the one to do the honors.

“It’s okay, ‘Em. I know it’s your duty, and I have a duty to obey Candace,” I said. “But—I’ve never done it this long before. Just heard a little about it. Is it—is it—bad?”

“No, not really. I mean you won’t have any freedom. There will be no drinking, no socialization except with your cellmate. And it’s a tight fit in some of the cages. But, that’s the worst of it,” she said.

“Okay,” I said. Let’s get it done, I suppose. She was very nervous, more than me if possible.

“I have to put these on you,” she said. “It’s part of the formality of it.” She held up a leather collar with a leash attached. “It identifies you as a condemned cuck to everyone as I lead you to your cage. It’s supposed to add to your humiliation. I guess it does.” I nodded my reluctant agreement and acceptance of my fate. I knew all about the rules now.

She came close to me. She was tentative. She reached up and strapped the collar in place around my neck and snapped shut the padlock that went with it. I was collared.

She smiled at me, I think playfully. “I have to pants you,” she said.

I had forgotten for the moment that I was going to be pantsed even though it was always the case. I had an image in my mind of the man who had just been flayed by his wife at the post; I turned to look out at the tethered husband. Emily read my mind. “No, no,” she said, quickly. “You’re not to be whipped.”

She knelt down and undid my shoes and pulled them off leaving my socks on. She unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants. I stepped out of them as she pulled them off of me. She handed my clothes to a male steward, a cuck, who took them somewhere. I found it interesting, and humiliating, that my ex-wife knew so much about the mansion and its goings-on.

She took the end of the leash and led me downstairs.

The cages were larger than before. I guess Mr. Stahl had had the larger ones installed since we’d last attended. They were all six-by-six in size now. Still, they were not exactly luxury suites.

Emily led me to one in the middle of the far wall—number 16 of 24. She lifted the unlocked padlock, with its key dangling from it from the latch. She pulled open the cell door. She just looked at me and nodded. I got down on my knees and crawled inside the low door. I was able to turn around, and as I did, I watched her close the door and slam shut the bolt of the latch. She inserted the padlock and snapped it shut. I was locked up tight.

Emily stood back and I could see a tear form in the corner of her eye. “Danny, I wish you were doing this for me. But, it’s kinda fun anyway seeing you like this,” she said. “You’ll be getting your cellmate in a little while.

She turned and walked out. I was alone now with only my fellow cucks in the other cells to share the moment with. We appraised each other. I looked longingly out of the front of the cage at the doorway; it would be forty-eight hours before I was rescued.

*******

Candace was naked and on the bed with the big black man hovering over her, ready to sock it to her. “Don’t waste time stud. Do me now,” she said. He rammed his pole home and she shuddered at the suddenness of it. He pumped in and out of her for some long minutes before she felt him stiffen and explode inside of her. He pulled out of her. She hadn’t come; it was too quick, but she was going to fix that right now.

She rolled him over, turned around, and backed up, her face to his waiting mouth. “Suck it big boy, while I suck you.”

“You got it, baby,” he said. She orgasmed twice. She forced him to hold back his cum wanting him to fuck her to an orgasm at least once before he rested.

“Take me from behind,” she said. He did, and he lasted long enough this time for her to make it, and make it she did. He pulled out, and she flipped herself over and collapsed on to her back.

They lay side by side breathing hard. “Your husband is in the cages?” he said.

“Yes, it’s his first time for a whole weekend. I’m a little worried about him. Would you—” she started.

“Sure I don’t mind. We can go down and check on him. Do you want to bring him a drink of water? It’s going to be a long night for him,” he said.

Candace looked over at him. It was a rule of the house that unless a wife brought it the cucks in the cages got nothing. It could be very hard on them.

“That’s a good idea,” said Candace, “and very thoughtful of you. Yes, I think that that would be nice.”

They dressed quickly in robes and headed down to the cages.

******

While they were dressing Emily had led Mike to my cage. His wife, a pretty woman was standing at the steps with her stud. Emily ordered me to get to the back of the cell so that Mike could crawl inside. I did as she told me.

Mike settled in beside me. “Gonna be a long two days, pal,” he said.

“Yeah, for sure. I’m doing ti for her, but it is going to take all I’ve got to get through it,” I said.

“Me too. Uh—maybe later—“ he said.

“Yeah, sure you’ve already had me once,” I said. “When you feel the need just do it.”

“Well, yeah, sure; but I was wondering if you’d do me too. You know maybe a little later. Would that be all right?” he said.

I looked at him. I had thought about it of course, but having never done it, I’d kinda put the thought aside till he asked for it; he now had. “Sure,” I said.

We talked for maybe the next hour; there were no clocks, by design I thought.

Entering, I saw them. I white knuckled the bar of my miniature prison.

“Hi honey,” said Candace. “You okay?” I could feel Mike moving around in the cell behind me.

I just nodded; I couldn’t speak from my humiliation. The man beside her was looking down trying to be nice to me, I supposed; no Jackson this fellow I thought. I could see the water bottle she was holding; I stared at it. I really wanted that water.

“I know, dear,” she said. I could see she was thinking. She pulled her lover off to the side and talked to him. He laughed and nodded his agreement.

“Danny, I want you to put on a show for me and James here. Do you understand?” My face went from pale white to crimson in a matter of seconds. I knew what she was talking about; we’d discussed it. I would have to let one of the other cucks do me, and that in front of my wife and lover. I could almost feel Mike’s smile behind me. I turned to look at him. He nodded.

James stood a few feet from us appearing amused.

“Your husband is going to be my woman for the evening, then?” said Mike.

“Yes, Mike, James and I want a show. Okay?” Mike nodded his agreement.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

Mike moved to the back of the cage and spread his legs wide, just like last time. I moved between them and took his cock in my hand. I bent low to take him in my mouth and begin sucking. I was doing my best to lather him up good. I wanted to minimize the pain when he got around to entering me. It seemed like a long time, but it was probably only a few minutes before he pushed me away and turned me to face my wife and her lover.

I knelt and spread my knees wide for him. I felt him grab my hips and press himself against my butt. He began to enter me. I winced. He was in. I groaned and he pushed a little more.

Candace was smirking at my discomfort but she said nothing. Mike was beginning to screw me. I reached a sort of comfort level with his rhythm. I gripped the bars in front of me tightly and started breathing in gasps as he got close to finishing. I could feel him stiffening. Suddenly there was something hot inside of me. He’d cum. I relaxed as he lost his stiffness and began to shrink and slide out of me.

“God that was hot,” said Candace, softly to her lover.

“Mike, he is not to cum tonight. I want him saved for me tomorrow night. Okay?” said Candace.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. He was clearly disappointed. Candace noticed and understood.

“He can suck you off, Mike, but that’s all. Okay. I mean really?” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I understand,” he said.

Candace blew me a kiss and she and James retreated to the upstairs. It was going to be a long night.

******

Sunday night came more quickly than I thought it would. Candace and Emily both came down to release me. Mike’s wife had come some little bit earlier and let him out. He wished me a good evening with a wink. I had watched him dress and she had not been shy about questioning him in front of me. He had allowed that I was a good fuck. She’d looked at me and laughed, but had said nothing directly to me.

As Candace keyed the lock and watched as I crawled out, Emily smiled and waited.

“You okay?” said Emily and Candace almost at the same time?

“Yes, I’m fine. I just wanna get home. That was a long weekend,” I said.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” said Candace. Emily handed me my pants and my shoes. I put them on right there.

We made some small talk and then we left.

******

We didn’t return to the manse for some months. We were just too busy. But, one event some six weeks after the latest visit deserves mention.

I was seated at a bar, a new place call the Scorched Duck. As I sat there I noticed two very large black men watching me from a booth along the far wall. I didn’t know either of them, so I paid them no special mind. I was soon to find out that they had a very definite interest in me. Jackson entered with what I thought was a slight limp. He looked around, spotted me, and smiled. I smiled back at him.

He headed directly for the booth where the two incarnations of Kong were seated. I looked away. I was smiling, but not so they could see anything. I figured I knew what was up, but I’d wait to be sure before beginning the dance. With the three of them there, I wouldn’t be able to play around. I’d have to strike first and with devastating force or my ass would be had.

Cowards always fight in gangs. If they had any guts they’d fight their own battles rather than look to others to back them up. I would be holding class right shortly, I figured. I was right.

The three of them got up and strolled toward me. It was almost comical. The three stooges in gorilla suits, I thought. Stupid could get them killed. I usually warn my victims, but they were too many and way too big. There would be no edge given away by me tonight.

“Hey, asshole,” said Jackson. The barkeep looked up and reached for the phone.

“I thought I told you never to come within my range of vision again, Jackson. Was there something in my grammar that made my meaning to obscure for you,” I said. He ignored me.

“These are my friends,” he said. “This is mister mayhem and this is mister death. They’ve been anxious to meet you.”

I moved toward them smiling. They looked serious; I wasn’t backing down like they had evidently thought I would. A glance toward Jackson and I noted he was licking his lips, as in nervous time; he evidently had expected me to back down too. From his perspective this could not be good.

“You best appol…” the words out of the largest of the two primordial life forms in front of me were cut short by the screaming pain he was enduring from his broken knee cap. He dropped to the ground and my second side kick caught him square in the teeth breaking every tooth in the front of his face. This last had the effect of lowering the volume of his screams. I was grateful for that.

Number two glanced over at the genius behind their plans and snarled. But, true to his duty, he came at me with the determination of an NFL linebacker. For his trouble his sternum was crushed. Jackson ran.

The barkeep’s call got the paramedics there just in time to save the second guy’s life. El Large-o number one was slipping in and out of consciousness by that time.

The police questioned me and let me go. I decided I had better press charges. I needed to get Jackson behind bars. Next time it might be a bullet in the back. That could not be defended by a side kick.

The trials got Jackson five years. Not for injury to me. But for injury to his buds which he had been the cause of. Numero two-o had almost died. At the trial the two big guys looked daggers at their old associate. I figured he was going to have a hard time finding new associates in the future.

Epilogue

Emily and her new husband were getting along, so Candace told me. How she knew was kind of a mystery because I knew of no meeting between them. But, evidently there had been something. I didn’t ask.

Candace and I are expecting. The sonogram said it was a baby girl. I was thrilled, Candace was more thrilled.

As for our lifestyle. Candace remained in charge, but things have been muted somewhat since her pregnancy. We’d play it by ear now. Neither of us is fanatical about it all. But, the future would hold what it would hold, and that was pretty much the long and the short of it.

Life was good.

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