Plaything
Wife hands over cuckold husband to a mistress and her audience for masturbation humiliation
I stood naked, blindfolded, led hand-in-hand by my wife down what I assumed was a hallway. Each step echoed, the chill in the air kissing my bare skin. My cock bobbed between my legs, already semi-hard, betraying both my nerves and my anticipation. We came to a stop. She knocked. A door creaked open. I heard soft murmurs. Her hand let go. Another took its place — smaller, softer, more deliberate. “Be good baby boy,” my wi...