REVELATION

...continuation of Part 1 - US…

DISCOVERY

Sue had gone out for the night, and as usual, I had showered and gotten ready for bed. Returning to the living room, I had taken the opportunity to trawl some porn sites, catch up on blogs, and create and post some cuckold captions. I had become so engrossed that I didn’t hear her come in until she was already in the hallway. I hadn’t had time to close down the private browsing—just flicked the cover on my iPad to turn it off, quickly stuffed my hard-on into my boxers, and turned to the TV to feign interest.

What I had failed to hide was the leaking precum patch, but Sue hadn’t mentioned it. I quickly excused myself, saying it was late, and I had to be up early for work. As usual, she stayed up a while, and it seemed she had accessed my iPad and found my private browser pages. The next morning, I woke to find my iPad on the coffee table with a note simply reading, We need to talk tonight. I opened it to see a porn page from one of my galleries still open.

As she lay in bed just waking up, I had kissed her goodbye, and her hand slipped out to grab my crotch, asking where my collection of panties and cock cages were. I’d had no choice but to remove them from the hiding place under our bedroom eaves storage and leave for work, my mind spinning.

REVEALED

When I got home, Sue was preparing dinner and wearing a dress—a pleasant change from her usual attire. The air was tense. She told me to go shower while she finished cooking and said she’d laid out some clothes for me.

In the bedroom, I had found a pair of my red lace Brazilian panties and black crotchless stockings-effect tights laid out on the bed.

After showering, Sue had been waiting in the bedroom, holding out the tiniest of my chastity cages. She watched silently as I spent time and effort trying to get my balls through the cock ring. As I struggled to squeeze my not-exactly-limp cock into the tiny steel cage and lock it, she eventually perked up with, “Do you want me to get a pack of frozen peas?” I had shaken my head, trying to keep my composure but failing miserably. She giggled and went back downstairs.

After I finally secured the cage and slipped into the underwear, I stopped to stare at myself in the mirror—mouth dry, body tingling, cock throbbing within its cage. My mind raced, wondering how Sue truly felt about this newly discovered side of me and how it might affect our relationship. Feeling extremely vulnerable, I slipped on my dressing gown and went downstairs.

Sue told me to take it off and led me into the dining room, leaving me in just the lingerie and chastity cage.

Over dinner, she asked whether the cuckold porn she’d looked up was what I usually browsed and how long I had harboured the kink. I admitted that yes, it was, and that I had fantasised about it for over a decade.

After eating, she told me to pull down my panties and reached over to play with my caged cock, marvelling at how it squeezed into the tiny one-inch cage. She asked how it felt, flicking it with her fingers. She opened up some cuckold websites I’d left open, showing wives comparing their husbands to big-cocked lovers, occasionally pulling on the cage or squeezing my exposed balls.

She made comments about some of the bulls, mentioning how she had lost her virginity in her teens to a black boyfriend and that his cock had been larger than mine—something she had always avoided saying in the past, usually replying that mine was plenty big enough. She also confessed that the only time she believed she had experienced an orgasm was with him.

She explored my links to porn sites and soon started watching videos online. I showed her some of my collection of downloaded clips, managing to steer her away from the more risqué ones. This led to a spontaneous sex session after she unlocked my cage, watching my cock return to full size, and culminating in us making out in the living room. It had been a long time since we’d had sex outside the bedroom, and it was exciting—highly charged—as I fucked her doggy style over the arm of the sofa, her dress rucked up, knickers pulled aside, porn streaming from the iPad onto the TV.

She urged me on, just like the wife in the video, telling me to fuck her with my big cock, while in my head I was the cuckolded husband watching and waiting for his reward.

Later, in bed, I spooned her—me still in my crotchless tights, and Sue in a nightie, still in her now-wet panties. That led to another session, with her commenting that she now understood why I found sloppy seconds such a turn-on. “You naughty boy,” she had said, stroking my nylon-covered ass and legs, which were scissored around hers.

For the next few nights, we surfed cuckold porn sites and watched videos together. Sometimes, she kept me in chastity; other times, she allowed me to play with myself. Sometimes, she stroked my cock, or denied me contact entirely. Other times, we made love while watching them.

We both began getting into it and having great sex, my oral skills increasingly in demand—whether kneeling between her legs as she browsed porn or licking her clean after sex, which had become the norm.

She grew more dominant and vocal, playing directly into my fantasies—especially when she squatted astride my face, her pussy full of cum, pulling her lips apart to “cum in your mouth and over your face” before riding my tongue.

We tried cock sleeves again, but she still found the harder ones uncomfortable. When I used a softer ‘fattening’ one, she tolerated it but rarely took the full length. My cock often went limp inside it, as it was difficult to keep going when she clearly wasn’t into it. She also found the hollow strap-on too hard and unrealistic. Still, the sight of a big black cock fucking her aroused me deeply, and although I never voiced it, I began fantasising about her turning it on me.

EXPLORING

She had asked me what the most exciting things I had done in lingerie were, and I told her about stopping off during work trips—getting back to nature in the woods or meadows, stripping naked and walking around, sometimes wearing panties. I’d also done the same in hotel corridors or stairwells.

I explained that while I was careful, there was always a risk of being seen, and that only added to the thrill. I could even get erect with snow on the ground. The first time I’d gone totally naked in the woods had been unforgettable.

That Saturday, after we had done some jobs around the house, we enjoyed a full-on brunch and then settled in the lounge. After a while, Sue suggested that since it was a sunny day, we could go for a walk, take a picnic, and that I could share my nudie experience with her. I had quickly agreed. She had me make some sandwiches while she changed and got some things together.

She appeared in a knee-length skirt—unusual for her on a walk, but very promising.

She packed everything into a backpack, topping it with a travel rug. I had suggested wearing the panties under my clothes, but she insisted I change whilst there as I had described doing before.

When I went to get our coats—it was still early spring—she said we wouldn’t need them, that the walk would keep us warm.

We drove to a secluded area. I carried the backpack, and we forked off the main trail, walking for about an hour until we found a suitable, private spot. We spread out the rug and then she pulled out her phone to video me.

EXPOSED

I stripped completely naked, my clothes piled on the rug. My underwear was swapped with a white pair of panties from the backpack, which she instructed me to leave on top of the pile, along with one of my steel chastity cages.

Wearing only my trainers and shivering slightly from the chill, she told me to go for a walk. Sue recorded me, taking pictures from all angles, one hand down the front of her skirt. She told me to walk around and enjoy it as I had before.

My cock had been rock hard, and I couldn’t resist stroking myself—free, for once, not to have to focus on filming. “That’s it, jerk yourself off, you little wanker,” she had said, smiling. I couldn’t resist.

When I was about 250 meters away from the picnic, she dropped her skirt and pulled the waistband of her panties aside to expose her pussy. “Come on, spunk into my pretty knickers, empty yourself for me. Quickly now—if someone sees us, I’m off and I have the car key.”

Ropes of cum jetted from my cock, all aimed into her knickers and across her pussy. Sue let her panties snap back and rubbed the head of my cock over them, ensuring they were thoroughly soaked.

She then pulled up her skirt and delighted in taking more pictures of my rapidly shrinking cock as we slowly walked back.

PICNIC

She sat on the rug, back against a tree, and told me to put on a red suspender belt and black lace-top stockings, which she retrieved from the backpack.

As I dressed, she laid out the picnic and pulled out my iPad.

She played a video—one of a naked, small-dicked hubby watching his wife with a black man whose cock was easily more than twice the size of his.

It was an amateur video taken from fixed angles in a hotel room. The lovers were already making out on the bed, and the wife tossed her pussy-soaked panties at her husband, who obediently put them on.

I sat across from Sue, my legs warming in the stockings, the rest of me still chilled. But my cock stirred as the scene unfolded.

I vaguely recalled the video. The wife praised her real man and belittled her sissy husband, which only excited him.

Soon, he was stroking his tiny cock, which despite being fully erect, was barely three inches.

At one point, the lovers switched positions—the wife now facing her husband as she was taken from behind. She mouthed “Thank you” before saying aloud, “Cum, baby boy, cum in Mummy’s panties, empty you little willy.”

Within less than a minute, the husband obliged, filling her panties. She mouthed, "Love you," before turning her attention back to her huge-cocked lover and her own approaching orgasm.

DESSERT

When we had finished our sandwiches, Sue had asked if I wanted dessert. I had said yes, and she had rucked up her skirt, pulled her panties down, and told me to remove them and hand them to her. She had then spread her feet.

“Well, I’ve got my dessert here, but it seems these panties soaked up most of your cum, so kneel here and make another mess,” she had said. I had knelt before her, both of us switching our attention between each other and the iPad, she holding the cum-soaked panties to her face.

On the screen, the stud had wifey on her back, her legs spread wide as his thick, seven or eight-inch black cock pistoned in and out of her swollen, used pussy.

He had announced he was about to cum and asked if he should pull out. She had turned to her husband, sitting there watching with his wife’s panties stretched between his legs as he continued to stroke his limp little willy, barely visible in his hand.

“Well, baby boy,” she had said, “do you want him to pull out? Quickly now, he’s been fucking me for 15 minutes solid—13 more than you’ve ever managed.”

The husband had mumbled that he should cum inside her, but she had pushed him to say it properly.

“Please cum inside, cum inside my wife, cum inside and fill her with your real man sperm… I want to taste you inside her!” he had shouted, his voice rising until it must have been audible in the next room.

The stud had grunted and emptied himself inside her. Amazingly, a little spurt of cum had escaped the husband’s fist despite him not even seeming hard.

The sight had pushed me over the edge, and I had cum for the second time in under half an hour all over Sue’s pussy.

In the video, the lovers had lain satiated on the bed, and the husband had been ushered over. He had crawled between his wife’s legs, her gaping pussy leaking cum, and he had started lapping it up.

Sue had looked at me, and still on my knees, I had lowered my head to lick her clean. She had still been filming, flipping her skirt over my head and commenting how, if anyone saw us now, they would think they were watching a couple of lesbians.

She had genuinely seemed into the act of me eating my cum from her—or perhaps it had just been what was on the iPad. At one point, I had heard her say, “Eew, dirty kinky bugger” before closing her legs around my head. I hadn’t complained. I had been revelling in my submissive position. My mind had begun to race, wondering if the scene might also include the husband licking the guy’s cock clean… maybe even sucking him.

RETURN

After a few minutes, I could no longer hear the muffled porn sounds. She had released her grip, and I had come up with cum smeared across my face and coating my lips. Of course, Sue hadn’t missed another photo opportunity, taking more pictures of me standing by a tree, cock now very limp—or should I say, willy, as she’d begun calling it.

She had asked if it was the black cock cumming in the wife or the husband cumming in his hand that had made me cum. I’d been torn as to how to answer and had simply said, “both” since they’d happened almost simultaneously.

Sue had just grinned but didn’t press the matter further.

She had then told me to put the chastity cage back on while she pulled on a clean pair of panties. She had packed away the picnic and my jeans and socks, shouldered the backpack with my shirt on top, and handed me her cum-soaked panties to hold onto. She had instructed me to start walking back toward the car.

After another 30 minutes of photos and videos, she had thankfully told me to stop and to put on the wet knickers. She had also handed me my shirt.

I had asked about my jeans, but she had told me not to worry—that anyone who saw us would just think I was wearing leggings. Sure, I had thought, maybe the bright red suspender belt was hidden, but definitely not the straps, and certainly not the lace stocking tops or white panties that flashed every time I moved.

DOUBLE EXPOSURE

We had encountered a few people on the main trail, though they had been some distance away. As we had approached the car park, the trails had converged.

Thankfully, we had reached the car likely unnoticed. Then Sue had begun making a fuss about where she had left the keys. I had stood next to the car in full view when another couple had begun to approach. Just as they had come into clear view, Sue had “magically” found the keys and unlocked the door.

I had gone to get in, but she had grabbed me and asked if I had enjoyed going au naturel. I had quickly said yes, prompting her to plant a big kiss on my lips and whisper, “Was it better than your first time?”

I had then felt her lift the back of my shirt, exposing my getup to the approaching couple. “Yes, yes,” I had said quickly, eager to get into the car.

Although embarrassed, I had decided to return the favour. I had slipped a hand under her skirt and pulled it up to reveal her matching panties. She had smacked my bum and laughed, “Naughty little boy,” before walking around to her side of the car.

As we had driven off, the couple had smiled, and Sue had waved at them.

HER TIME

It had been getting dark when we returned home, and Sue had declared that since I’d had my fun, it was now her time to enjoy herself undisturbed.

She had gone upstairs with the iPad and closed the bedroom door. I hadn’t been able to resist creeping up the stairs. I had heard the videos she was watching and her soft moaning. My cock—sorry, my little willy—had been hard in its cage.

After about ten minutes, the urge to wank even in chastity had driven me back downstairs. That’s when I had received a text:

“Naughty little boy, creeping up on me. Now stay there until I message you.”

About an hour had passed. I had heard the bath running upstairs. After a while, she had gone back to the bedroom, but still no message.

Finally, I had received a text:

“The bath is all yours—but don’t come to bed just yet.”

In the bathroom, I had seen her discarded clothes in the linen basket, panties on top. Kneeling before the basket, I had noticed the panties were clearly wet—and tucked inside them was the key to my cage.

I had retrieved it, unlocked the cage, my little willy dangling free and quickly swelling again. Struggling to get my balls free from the steel ring, I had reclined in the bath, holding the soaked crotch of her panties to my face.

I had imagined her fingering herself—or using a dildo—while watching cuckold porn, just across the hallway from where I now lay. My mind had been racing: What had she been watching? What had excited her so much, especially given how little she had enjoyed porn in the past?

MY TIME

After about 20 minutes, my phone had pinged.

“Going to sleep now. You can come to bed.”

I had gotten out of the bath, dried myself, and made my way to the bedroom. The lights were off except for the soft glow from the hallway.

Sue had been lying on her side, facing away from my half of the bed. On my pillow, I’d found her dildo—still wet—and saw the iPad closed on her bedside table.

I had turned off the light and climbed into bed. She hadn’t stirred. I had brought the dildo to my lips, imagining it coated with a mix of her juices and possibly a lover’s cum.

In my mind, she had pushed my head down to clean her up. Then I had been told to clean her lover’s cock too. That had led to me imagining myself sucking him hard for her.

I had slid the dildo between my lips, feeling myself approach the edge.

Holding it next to my cock, I had gripped both and wanked off, cum spurting over the dildo.

In my fantasy, I had been fulfilling her promise to the lover, giving him the blowjob she was too tired to deliver.

With the dildo above my face, I had let a string of cum drip from the head and opened my mouth, moaning softly as I wrapped my lips around it.

Then, I had frozen.

Had I just imagined her voice saying, “Dirty kinky bugger,” or had she actually said it? My eyes had flashed open.

Sue hadn’t moved…

But in the mirror of her dressing table, I had realized she might have seen everything.

Too late now.

And in any case, she had appeared to be fast asleep… surely…

DECISION TIME

In the morning, Sue had queried me once again about whether I definitely wanted her to cheat on me, which I corrected by saying that cuckolding wasn’t cheating since I was a willing participant—well, kind of. Anyway, it was more like half-swinging, and the terms didn’t matter. What mattered most to me was that she got to enjoy herself sexually in ways I could never give her myself.

She went on to say that most cuckolds in the videos and stories she had seen had small cocks, but that mine was on the large side of average. However, she said she had decided to indulge in this fantasy of mine, but that she would portray me like all the hubbies she had seen: from now on, I no longer had a cock but a “little willy,” just like the sub-hubby in the video we had watched. I was no longer a man, but a boy—or even a gurl—since I would also be wearing panties. I was shocked but thrilled by her even knowing, let alone using, the word gurl, and it made me flush and my balls tingle. To promote this, she insisted I must wear a chastity cage whenever a lover was present once we entered this lifestyle. She wanted them to view me as a beta sub, a sissy husband, as that was the only way she could reconcile the situation. She added that since she was going to follow through with this, she would make sure to pick a guy with a really big, thick cock. I had wholeheartedly agreed, knowing this played into all my fantasies and desires.

“Are you sure you can handle another man groping, kissing, fingering me? Me sucking his balls, cock, and him stretching, filling, and ruining my tight pussy? Hearing me tell him how much better than you he is at fucking me, how much more of a man he is than my sissy, panty-wearing husband with his Little Willy, which he’d rather play with himself than try to make love to his wife with…”

My Willy had soon become fully erect listening to this, making a tent in my dressing gown. “Well, seems you do,” she said, “but we need to ensure that is never seen by my guests—so milk yourself now, prove you want this.” She held out a wine glass and opened my gown, and proceeded to jerk myself off as I stared into her eyes, the reality kicking in that, like my naked walks in the woods, my cuckold fantasy was going to be realised.

I had asked her what made her mind up, and she said that it was our afternoon excursion, with me clearly enjoying a submissive role, and then watching porn together again with me happy to be a beta, got her thinking. Then, after coming home, she had watched more of that couple we had seen. She especially liked the fact that their videos were homemade and amateur—they were an average-looking couple about our age, which made it all feel more real than most porn. In some of the videos, the hubby had taken close-ups of his wife and her lovers. The sight of a big, thick cock parting her pussy lips, penetrating her, and then her lips clinging to his shaft on the outstroke, coupled with the wife’s moans, had definitely got her going. Seeing her reach climax had been so intense. Also, unlike many videos, theirs kept rolling, and in one scene after a particularly well-endowed lover had left, both of them had commented that the night’s sex had been the best either had ever experienced. They had then made tender love, giggling as his little willy slopped inside her, kissing passionately like young lovers.

She realised that instead of having the same old sex, they had found a way not only to invigorate their sex lives but also to bring them closer together. It had released all the pressure they felt about pleasing each other or faking one’s pleasure, allowing them to truly enjoy themselves.

She then mentioned one scene where the lover held the camera and the hubby was underneath the wife in a 69 position as the lover approached with a huge cock and… that had been it. A few more strokes, and I had been shooting my load into the glass.

“Good boy,” she had said. “Now drink up. From now on, you’re going to eat all cum—your own or any others. Oh, and no more hiding your porn addiction from me. If you want to wank off, just do it while I’m watching telly. If I’m in the mood, I might even lend a hand. We’re going to have to buy some small, tight knickers for you to wear to keep Willy restrained—unless you want to be in near-permanent chastity.”

Then she’d added, “Now, let’s get to work finding me a real man.”

THE SEARCH

After much searching, we had finally signed up and placed an advert on a cuckold site for a bull, “just to see what response, if any, I get.” Since I had always been more than a willing participant, she had suggested that the ad should, at least initially, come from both of us, and so we had agreed to separately pen our own requests.

We then handed them over to each other, and Sue’s had read as follows:

Happily married mature wife with a loving husband who unfortunately lacks what it takes to give a woman true pleasure. Having recently discovered his cuckold porn addiction and other kinks such as wearing panties, we have come to this site to find a real man to fully satisfy me and realise his fantasy.

I had written:

I am very happily married to a lovely woman and we have an active sex life, but unfortunately, I cannot and never have made her climax. I have fantasised for over 20 years about seeing her reach orgasmic bliss, and if that is in the arms of another man, then she has my wholehearted support. In fact, more than that, I want this as much, if not more, than she does.

We had agreed to post both of these in addition to the following:

We are looking for a guy who will show respect to us as a couple whilst taking an alpha role in the bedroom with Susie. He should be clean and well-endowed.

Over the next few weeks, using the unimaginative pseudonyms of Susie and Mick, she had received quite a few replies.

Sue had responded to them, initially with my help, as she had still been very apprehensive. Together, we had weeded out the obvious time-wasters and the ones that didn’t appeal to Sue, exchanging glamour-type photos until we had been left with eight candidates—half of whom were black.

It had been at this stage that Sue had taken over, corresponding and sharing more and more explicit photos with them. She had posted more about her husband’s little willy never having properly pleasured her, and that now he had accepted his place as a beta, she needed an alpha.

I had known she would want pictures of their cocks, especially after she had gotten out a tape measure to size mine up one night in bed to “just check that the photos I’ve posted of myself are accurate.” Then, after we had made love while watching a cuckold/sissy video, she had asked me, just as I was pulling aside the crotch of her red panties and eating my creampie, if I would like to wear her wet panties that night. Of course, I had answered yes.

We had laid together, my balls covered by the sopping gusset and my cock stirring against the wetness of her cummy panties, and Sue had whispered for me to jerk myself off into them as we watched the hubby on the screen doing the same. When I had finished—spent, covered in cum, and totally limp—Sue had taken out the tape measure again and taken some pictures, giggling.

She had posted them with the caption: My husband gets a little ;-) too excited when he gets in my knickers. I need a real man to fuck me long and hard so that I too can experience an orgasm. She had also added some photos taken during our picnic in the woods, both of us naked, with me wearing stockings and suspenders and obviously sporting a shrivelled, limp willy.

Then, one night, she had announced that she had arranged to meet up with four of them over Saturday in a town about 30 miles away, and that I needed to book us a room for the weekend. I had looked at larger hotels, but Sue had picked out a manor house-style one, saying she wanted something more intimate.

THE SELECTION

We drove to the town Friday. Sue had me shave my cock and balls smooth and lock myself into a clear silicone medium-sized chastity cage. She then handed me a pair of panties to wear before we even headed down for dinner at the adjoining restaurant.

I spent the night in frustration, caged, while she messaged more of the candidates on her phone. After breakfast, we took a leisurely walk into town, where she had arranged to meet each man separately in different coffee shops. I stayed close, never too near, letting her appear free to flirt and play.

I watched from across the room as she met the first guy—a tall black man with a swagger. After 20 minutes, he left. “Definitely not my type,” she said. “Bit of a douche.” The next was white, about my age—which surprised me. After another 20 minutes, he left too. Sue said he lied about his age. She didn’t trust him. The third didn’t even show, which disappointed her—he had been her number one pick.

But the last one did show. Late 30s, white, well-dressed, about my height but stocky. I could tell right away from across the café—they clicked. They chatted for nearly an hour, and as they stood to leave, Sue nodded in my direction. The man turned to look, and she kissed him on the lips, holding him close.

Walking back to the hotel, Sue was absolutely buzzing. She gushed about Niles—how he was married, too, but barely had sex anymore. She showed me pictures he’d sent—his cock was thick, really thick. Not much longer than mine, but the girth… she was clearly excited. Plus, he had an athletic build and used to play rugby.

Sue said he was coming to the hotel later.

She changed for dinner into sexy lingerie and a cleavage-revealing dress. She laid out a pair of white lace panties for me. “Just to remind you of your place tonight,” she said.

Then we headed into the restaurant and gave our room number. “Table for three,” Sue told the host. “A man will be joining us—he’ll ask for Susie.”

She made sure we were seated in a quiet corner.

FIRST CONTACT

Niles had joined us not long after, sliding onto the bench seat against the wall beside Sue as I sat opposite. Everything went smoothly as we chatted like old friends over dinner, though there were clearly some sexy undertones. At one point, Niles had asked what my role was, to which I answered that I simply wanted to see Susie receive true sexual satisfaction… and then trailed off. Sue took over, explaining that unfortunately, I couldn’t make her cum, but that I got off on seeing another man fully please her. “Wouldn’t you, darling?” she asked with a knowing smile. When Niles asked if he needed to wear condoms, we both blurted out “No” almost in unison, catching him off guard.

I explained that Sue didn’t like condoms, and she added that she loved the feeling of cum pulsing into her. I braced myself, half-expecting her to reveal that I wanted to lick her clean afterward, but she seemed to sense how red I already was and held back on that detail.

Niles couldn’t keep his eyes off Sue’s cleavage, openly admitting that her curves were what had first caught his eye—his own wife being of Asian descent and very petite in build. He wasn’t able to stay the night, as his wife, a wedding organiser, wasn’t staying at the venue she was working and would be returning home late. I could tell Sue was a little disappointed, even though there had been no firm expectations for this initial meeting.

His hand hadn’t exactly been discreet, straying across Sue’s thigh, and she reciprocated by sliding her hand over his obviously bulging crotch. I was fairly certain both the manageress and the young waitress had taken notice. Eventually, I found myself excluded from their conversation altogether, which had lowered into hushed tones, both of them smiling and beaming at each other.

When Niles excused himself to go to the toilet, Sue leaned over and told me she wanted to ensure that both she and Niles were 100% comfortable with going ahead in three weeks’ time when his wife would be away. She suggested they check out the goods properly by going to our room together. I felt the sting of not being invited, but she assured me they wouldn’t have full sex—just a blowjob—and promised that if they hit it off, I would still get to see her take his big cock. She added that Niles was a little nervous about me being there at first, and this would help ease him in. I agreed on the condition that she left her phone on an open call with me and that they took pictures. She agreed without hesitation.

CHECKING OUT THE GOODS

When Niles returned, Sue asked him if he’d like to come up to our room to “check things out in private,” to make sure they were both happy with the plans. Just then, the waitress came over, seeing that we’d finished our meal, and asked if we wanted dessert or more drinks. We declined dessert, but Sue encouraged me to have another drink—even though we were all finished—and I agreed, ordering a pint.

Sue and Niles got up to leave, and before going, she handed me the key to my chastity cage. As soon as they were out of sight, I hurried to the toilet to release my aching cock. By the time I got back to the table, the waitress had returned with my drink and gave me a curious look, likely noting my change in seating and solitary presence. I asked her for the bill just as my phone buzzed with Sue’s call. I answered quickly, recorded it, and slipped in my earbuds to listen in.

It wasn’t long before I was leaking pre-cum into my panties without even touching myself. Pictures soon followed—Sue on her knees, her lips wrapped around Niles’ thick cock. I could hear Niles confessing that he wasn’t really into giving oral, but if it was something Sue wanted, he would try. She laughed and told him, “Mick can take care of that department. In fact, that’s the part he’s most looking forward to.”

Apparently, he gave her a questioning look, prompting her to continue, “Oh yes, he doesn’t just want to jerk off in the corner while someone else fucks me properly—he wants to clean up afterwards, lick my creampie, and slide into my sloppy pussy for seconds.”

He took full advantage of Sue’s 38D breasts. The blowjob had transitioned to a titfuck on the bed, ending in him cumming in her mouth and over her chest. Listening in, I had already cum before I even saw the photos, just as the manageress returned with the bill. My face was burning red. She smiled—almost flirtatiously—but in a way that made me deeply uncomfortable.

Into the phone, Sue told me they were going to have some private time together but reassured me that all was good and that I “wouldn’t have to wait too much longer for my dessert.” Then the line cut off with her giggling.

Fifteen minutes later, Niles came back to the table with a wide grin. He shook my hand and said, “See you in three weeks.” I stood to return to our room, a wet patch clearly showing through my lightweight linen trousers. The manageress noticed and gave me another coy look as I passed. She stopped me to ask how we were enjoying our stay, clearly enjoying my flustered state.

KIND OF RECLAIM…

When I entered the room, Sue lay sprawled on the bed wearing only her panties, stockings, and suspenders. Her bra and dress were discarded in a pile on the floor. She laughed when she saw the wet crotch of my pants and my stained panties as I undressed.

I moved in to kiss her, but she pushed me away, saying she wanted me to experience the taste of Niles’ cum from her pussy first and that I would have to wait until next time. “But,” she said, “how about a sloppy seconds titty fuck?”

I eagerly slid my hard cock between her cum-slicked breasts as she pressed them tight around me and teased how thick Niles’ cock had been and how much it had stretched her. She described the size of his bulbous head and how massive it had felt in her mouth. She admitted his cock wasn’t as long as she had initially believed—shorter than mine, in fact—but the girth had remained impressive even after he came, and that had allowed her to swallow him fully for cleanup.

What really excited her, she said, was his athletic, younger body and his eager energy. As I thrust, she licked the cum from my shaft, telling me that Niles had agreed to cum denial for the next three weeks and, in return, she had agreed not to let my cock inside her—except for reclaiming her. That almost pushed me over the edge.

Just as I was about to cum, she eased her breasts apart. “Since this is technically reclaiming your wifey, don’t you want to fuck me? After all, it might be the last time you feel my tight pussy for a very long time.”

I moved between her legs as she pulled her panties aside, and I slid inside. “Ooh, his spunk does make good lube. That’s it, baby, coat the walls of my pussy with his cum.” It made for a deliciously slippery experience. I could only imagine how much wetter it would be when I eventually got to enjoy full-on sloppy seconds.

“You have one minute to cum,” she warned. “Come on, baby, don’t I feel good? Don’t I look like the cumslut you’ve fantasised about for years? Tell me what you think of your new slutty wife.” I told her everything—the turn-on of hearing her and Niles, how I’d cum without even touching myself, how amazing she looked coated in another man’s cum.

Just as I neared climax, she ordered me to pull out. I barely managed in time, my cock springing up and firing the first rope across her stomach. As I grasped myself to finish, she told me to aim for her pussy, which she’d quickly covered with her panties.

Despite having already cum earlier, I couldn’t stop myself, spraying the front of her knickers. “Oh wow, baby, I’m so glad you enjoyed yourself. We’re both going to have so much fun with our new sex life.”

She made me lick her clean as she scooped up and sucked his cum from her breasts and fingers. Then she licked my cock clean, commenting she’d never tasted two guys’ cum in one night before. She dashed into the shower and brushed her teeth before I had the chance to taste him. When she returned from the en-suite, she tossed me my chastity cage and the now-cummy panties. For bedtime.

THE NEXT MORNING

The following morning, after breakfast, we both agreed that we had truly enjoyed the night. We asked about booking again in three weeks. The manageress asked if it would be for two nights, but Sue replied, “No, just the Saturday—but we need two adjoining rooms.” The woman said they had a family-style setup—one with a double, one with two singles—and we took it.

She asked whose names should be put against each room. Sue gave ours for the room with the singles, raising an eyebrow, especially when we could only provide “Niles” for the double. When she asked about occupancy for breakfast, I flushed bright red and said, “just one” for that room. My cock stirred in its cage, still wrapped in her panties. She grinned and said, “Glad you’re enjoying yourselves. We’ll be happy to welcome you back.”

ANTICIPATION

Over the next three weeks, we relived every detail of that first night—reviewing the photos, re-listening to the call I’d recorded. It inspired us to invest in discreet video cameras so we could capture everything from now on.

We watched even more cuckold porn, especially scenes with thick-cocked lovers and wives moaning about being stretched out. Sue particularly loved scenes where the husband was allowed to reclaim his ruined wife, only to be mocked as she asked if he was even inside her.

I came often—sometimes with her help, other times on my own. I was now regularly made to eat my own cum, but truthfully, I didn’t need much coaxing. I was fully immersed in this new lifestyle.

I wore panties all the time now, and we went lingerie shopping for both of us ahead of the next meeting. At one point, Sue introduced a new rule: I was now only allowed to watch homemade cuckold porn—where the husband watched but didn’t join in until the cleanup.

To be continued…