#Abuse #BDSM #Cuckold #Lesbian
By Old Harry
My wife kept secrets, about her teenage sex life, from me. After fifteen years it all comes out.
After a torrid weekend of sex, Brenda finally went back to her own home, leaving Claire, my loving wife, and me in peace for the week so I thought.
The time Claire had spent with her childhood friend, Brenda, while she got over the sudden death and funeral of her husband Clive, had transformed my wife by reinvigorating her teenage lesbian affair with Brenda and transform her sex drive.
Every night I came home from work, over dinner, I would try to understand our new sexual situation between Claire, Brenda, and myself. But Claire was so full of it and would never agree with me saying that I was against it and did not like being driven into a sexual submissive state.
“Oh, come on, Brian, can’t you see how I am enjoying my new sexual freedom. I’m in love with you and Brenda enjoying every minute of it,” Claire said very positively. “You enjoyed all the sex games we played over last weekend.”
“Some of it,” I said grudgingly, “I did not enjoy being bounded up and being shagged in my arse.”
“Oh, Brain, you’re such a spoil sport. Can’t you see the change in me, how much happier I am. I do really love you; Brian and I know you love me. You’ll get used to this new life, especially when Brenda moves in with us.”
“Over my dead body,” I mumbled.
That’s as may be, Brian,” Claire retorted, “Now get your clothes off and clear up the dinner things, as Brenda insisted you do the housework naked.” I reluctantly did as I was told and realised that while the dominatrix Brenda is not here, Claire was dominating me.
Having complete my tasks, I sat on the settee, still naked, next to fully clothed Claire. She caressed her hand over my chest. “You know I like your body, so masculine,” she said in a dreamy voice moving her hand down to play with my dick, “you must be enjoying all this sexual activity, because you’re getting arouse quicker and harder than ever before.”
She kissed my mouth tenderly, then kissed my neck and onto sucking my nipples, continuing stroking me to a full erection. “You realise that both Brenda and I, now ‘own’ you dick, and you’re not allowed to play with yourself and certainly not cum without our permission,” she said matter-of-factly.
“That’s a bit harsh, surely I should be able to control my own manhood,” I said indignantly.
“Yes, ‘control’ is the word, Brain, you cannot be trusted to do that,” as she stood up and pulling my dick with her and marched me up the stairs. In the bedroom, still with a tight grip on my hardened tool, she said, “you will now undress me and caress my body, as you remove each piece of clothing, with that wonderful mouth of yours.”
I stripped and kissed all over her beautiful body and she was left only with her knockers. As I removed them Claire lay back on the bed, with her legs over the edge. She grabbed my head and pulled my mouth into her wet, waiting vagina. I kissed and licked, pushing my tongue into her love passage. She was erotically singing as her body tensed, she immediately released my head and demanded, “Make love to me, try and make me cum.”
I plunged my erection into her vagina, and she beat her fists on my back as I pounded hard. Oh, yes, don’t cum yet, keep going, oh yes, harder, oh yes,” she cried. But I could feel my sperm building and no matter how hard I tried to take my mind off cumming, I said breathlessly, “I’m sorry, dear, I’m going to cum, I can’t stop it.”
As I shot my load into her, she dug her fingernails into my back in frustration. “Now get down there, eat me out and make me cum with your mouth.” I got between her legs, and she wrapped her thighs around my head as I sucked, licked, and swallowed all my sperm from her vagina. She was swooning as her body tensed and my tongue brought her to a flooding explosion.
Claire relaxed as I crawled up her body and kissed her, “I’m sorry,” I said, “I failed you.”
“You may have done, but you still gave me a marvellous orgasm with your magic tongue.”
The same procedure followed every evening until Friday when I sat in my office daydreaming about how I was enjoying my wife’s newfound labedow, but I was concerned that I had not been able to give Claire and orgasm during normal sex.
As my office door was close, I went on the internet and lookup ‘How to give women and orgasm’. I found that while men orgasm 95% of the time having sex, women usually only orgasm 65% of the time, while lesbians’ orgasm 85% of the time. I then discovered that women need more external clitoral excitement to orgasm.
I thought ‘yes I can do that with my tongue’, then I wondered if, ‘as Brenda says, ‘my little thing’ is not big enough to give enough clitoral excitement during normal sex. That seem to depress me, then I remembered that Brenda was coming back today. I wondered what Claire meant about the sex party we were being taken to on Saturday night and what might transpire, that depressed me even more.
I arrived home and entered the living room, Brenda and Claire, were sat on the settee, half naked with their breast exposed with their arms around each other. Branda immediately got up, with her large firm tits leading the way, as she approached me. “Hello, Brain, how nice to see you again,” as she wrapped her arms around me and planted a long sloppy kiss in my mouth. Then she pushed me into her sweaty cleavage where her strong tits slapped against my cheeks.
“Thank you,” I said, after she released me, trying to be pleasant, “that was an unexpected welcome. I’ll just change from my work clothes and be back.”
“Oh, no, don’t both with any clothes, Brian, just come back naked,” Claire insisted, “Brenda’s brought her play box and there are things you’ll need to try on.”
When I came back into the lounge, both girls had taken the rest of their clothes off. Brenda reached out and grabbed my flaccid cock. “Claire tells me that this ‘little thing’ has had a lot of exercise this week and she let you cum without giving her an orgasm,” Brenda said, as she reached into the box, “are, this should fit you,” holding up a cock cage.
I protested, “I’m not wearing that.”
“I think it would be best, especially for the party, tomorrow. We don’t want you spreading any ‘wild oats’ do we Brenda,” Claire said with a smile.
“I don’t think any ladies there would want to play with this, anyway,” Brenda said as she tugged my cock, and both girls guffawed loudly.
“Oh, look, he’s getting hard, Brenda, I’ll get the ice pack, so you can fit that cage on him,” Claire said as she went in the kitchen. Brenda pushed the ice pack onto my cock and balls, I screamed, “Oh, that’s cold,” but she just held it there as my cock shrivelled. She then roughly forced my cock and balls through the metal ring. As she pulled the ring it seemed to fit tight around my cock and scrotum. The wire cage was slip on my cock; a very small padlock secured it to the ring. “There, don’t that look smart,” Brenda said, as she juggled with the cage, and presented Claire with the key.
“Oh look, the poor thing, is trying to get hard,” Claire giggled and went to get a fine chain to which she fixed the key and hung it around her neck, so it nestled into her cleavage.
My cock was aching as it squeezed against the wire cage, I tried not to show any emotion, but I could see Claire was concerned. Brenda just said, “He’ll get used to it, – eventually. Let’s see what else I’ve got here.” As she reached into the box. She pulled out a small pair of black rubber shorts, which I had to fit into. They were tight to my legs and both girls had to pull them up to my waist. There was a slot for the cock cage and balls to fit through and a slit in the back, as Brenda pointed out, for access to my rectum. “There, don’t they look smart,” Brenda said, “just right for the party tomorrow.”
Claire ran her hands over the smooth rubber around my backside and the felt the cock cage, “I think we’ll leave these on him tonight. What else have you got in that box Brenda?”
She pulled out, what looked like a face gag but with a nine-inch rubber dildo attached, then a rubber mask and a black leather collar and lead. We’ll make use of these later to night, in preparation for the party.”
Claire said, “Yes good, let’s have dinner now.” Both the girls sat, still fully nude, on the opposite side of the table to me. Brenda was the first to lift a leg, under the table, to my groin and jigged my cock cage with her toes and giggled at me. Then Claire did the same and said, “I think he’s leaking,” and laughed. “That’s just pre-cum,” Brenda said, “it’s only natural. I bet his cock is throbbing.”
In turns they continued playing games with me under the table. I realised they were both humiliating me, but I was not going to respond to either of them. It’s true my cock was aching, squeezed against the wire and the rubber shorts were tight around the tops of my thighs and waist and not particularly comfortable.
During the dessert the game changed, in turn they deliberately dripped yogurt down their breasts and made me go around and suck it off. The first time Claire did it, I refused to leave my place, “Don’t you like sucking my tits, Brian? If you don’t come here and clean this of, I’ll get Brenda to spank you later.”
Against my better judgement and not wanting another spanking I did as I was instructed.
Without being told I cleared and cleaned the dinner things.
“He seems to be catching-on, Claire, you must be training him well,” was Brenda’s response which had them both laughing again.
The girls, seated on the settee, had their hands all over each other’s bodies as I walked back into the lounge. They both had been drinking wine as there were two empty bottles on the coffee table. Brenda pointed at me, slid her hips forward, and demanded, “You, on your knees, I want you tongue here,” pointing between her legs as she spread them wider.
I initially hesitated but then slowly sunk to my knees and meekly crawled between her legs and kissed along her inner thighs before planting a kiss on her vulva. I licked her outer labia then forced my tongue into her vaginal passage and moved up to play with the knub of her clitoris. “Oh, yes,” she swooned and rubbed her hand through my hair, “You’re such a good sub, with a marvellous tongue and you know how to use it to please a lady.” I noticed that Claire was kissing and sucking Brenda’s nipple. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes, don’t stop,” as she went into a state of ecstasy. Her body tensed and stiffened spraying her juices into my mouth and over my face.
As Brenda relaxed, Claire grabbed my head and pulled me into a loving kiss then lick my face, and kissed Brenda.
“I’ve got two wonderful subs, I’m going to enjoy us all living together,” Brenda smilingly said. I grovelled on the floor, almost in tears, I thought to myself, ‘dam it, she’s said it again, how are we going to get out of this’.
A foot kicked my backside, as Brenda said, “Come on Brian, let’s get you dress and trained ready for the party, tomorrow.” She pulled the black rubber hood over my head, which fitted tightly over the top of my shoulders and chest. It had eye and mouth holes, “I can’t wear this, it’s tight, hot and sweaty.”
“Off cause you can,” Claire protested, “You don’t want to be recognised, you’re a professional and respected businessman. We’ll all be wearing masks, like everyone else.”
I thought it best not to complain further as Brenda fixed the leather collar around the rubber hood and my neck, then attached the lead. “What else do we need? Yes these,” as she grabbed my arms and secured cuffs to my wrists, behind my back, “almost done but we’ll need you to try this out,” as she strapped the face dildo around my head. There was a rubber boss which fitted in my mouth, and I gripped with my teeth which seemed to give me some control of this massive imitation cock.
“Come on Claire, let’s get upstairs and have some fun,” Brenda said as I was dragged, by my lead, up to the bedroom. “Get on the bed, Claire and I’ll get you ready for this big cock. I suppose you didn’t know your lovely wife likes big cocks, you probably think she won’t be able to take this,” as Brenda grabbed the rubber cock and waggled it, “she can, and she enjoyed the real one she had at the last party.”
I was soaked in sweat and stood in disbelief, ‘My wife has been with another man’ I thought to myself, I didn’t understand, as tears built in my eyes.
Brenda was licking and sucking my wife’s vagina, “There, I think she is wet enough for this now.” As she pushed me into my knees and guided the rubber cock into her vaginal passage. “Now give her a good shagging and see how much she will enjoy it,” as she started pushing my head.
I was thinking, she’ll never take this, it’s more than twice the size of my fully harden cock. Brenda pushed me further in and Claire, instead of crying in pain, as I expected, was singing with ecstatic joy. As I got into a rocking rhythm, reaching in further than my little cock could ever reach, Brenda lifted my hips and applied gel to my rectum. She plunged her strap-on-dildo into my arse with much less care than last week. I grunted and screamed through my gag and momentarily stop pushing into Claire, until I was smacked on my arse, with Brenda shouting, “Go on boy, can’t you see how Claire is enjoying that big cock.” Every time Brenda push in I was forced to do the same to Claire was in raptures of joy while I was groaning in pain with tears in my eyes.
Claire was on her third orgasm, screaming, “This is bloody wonderful, keep going, faster and harder.” As she relaxed after her fourth orgasm, “Stop now, that’s enough, I’m get sore, I want to be able to enjoy tomorrow.”
Thankfully, as I pulled out of Claire, Brenda, to my utter relief, pulled out of me, she pulled on my lead, and said, “Come with me sub, leave Claire to recover, you can service me, and I’ll send you back to her later.” She pulled me into her bedroom and after removing her strap-on, she released my face dildo and collar, then roughly tugged off the hood. My face was red-hot and sweating, I collapsed on the breathing heavily and swearing under my breath.
I still had my arms cuffed behind my back and the rubber shorts were cutting into my thighs and waist. Brenda picked up a flogger, from the bedside cabinet and flashed it across my backside, even in the shorts, it stung like hell. Brenda pushed me aside and flopped onto the bed, “Come on, you useless worm, I want another orgasm, get your tongue to work.” She spread her legs as I sunk into her womanhood, she clasped my head between her thighs and dug her heels into my back. I got to work on her clitoris, hoping she would cum soon, but with her stamina it seemed to take ages before she cried out with joy and squired my face.
“You have done well, to night, you are becoming a good cunt sucking sub. You do well at the party tomorrow.” Brenda took off the cuffs and made me take down the shorts, “Now go back to your wife and make her feel loved,” as she slapped my arse.
In the master bedroom I sneaked into to bed next to Claire, “Oh, you’re all hot and sweaty.”
“What did you expect making wear those ridiculous things. I’ve been totally denigrated and humiliated by both of you this evening. Now I find out that you not only become a lesbian, but you’ve cuckolded me with another man and his big dick. You can’t love me like you say, doing this to me, I should leave you.”
“Now Brian,” as she threw her arms around me and kissed passionately, “of course I love you and certainly don’t want you to leave me, I couldn’t live without you. I also, love Brenda and want you to lover her too. Being with her those weeks rekindle our teenage fantasies and I loved it all. I realise I have never told you about those days, it’s because you were so loving, reliable, and respectful. I thought that if I told you about them, you wouldn’t have wanted to marry me.”
“With that other man it was not love, it was just sex. You cannot imagine the fulfilment, pleasure, and enjoyment that big cock gave me. I know you try, and I love you for it, but you can’t give me what I need. I hope you can understand that, and you’ll see what I mean tomorrow at the party. We are not deliberately humiliating you, we are just having fun and trying to prepare you for our new lifestyle.”
“I don’t know, I don’t think I could love or live with Brenda, she’s too bossy and brash. As for her moving in, I can’t see that working.”
“When you understand her a little more, you’ll begin to like her and even love her. Anyway, she’ll have plenty of money when she sells her house. Brenda promised she would pay for that big extension you want for our house to double its size. Why don’t you show her the plans you’ve got?”
“I will but, she will probably want to change one of the new rooms into a sex dungeon”.
“Don’t be silly, give me a big hug.”
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By Old Harry
#Abuse #BDSM #Cuckold #Lesbian
