"Thank you for Fucking my Wife"

Continued from: French Cut

and: Call me "Sir"

I watched intently, bathed with arousal, as Russell diligently lapped up all of his cum from my bare feet and swallowed it down like a good boy. He hadn't forgotten our old rules and protocols after all. 

I shooed him off the bed into a kneel, then simply glared at him, raising an eyebrow as a visual queue. Would he remember the second part of our old ritual? 

"Th....Thank you Mistress," he bashfully spoke, his face burning with embarrassment. 

"Good boy," I cooed back to him. 

Thanking me for letting him lick his own sticky ejaculate off my feet, then swallowing it all down. 

Priceless! 

I felt like his Goddess again, as he once used to address me during moments of intimate passion. Other times it would be "Mommy", his caring but strict protector, in moments when I had to tan his little butt over my knee. I was truly enjoying seeing Russell submissive and vulnerable again. It pulled at my heart strings. 

I cupped his chin into my hand and directed his gaze into my steely blue eyes. 

"Go find Sarah Jane, young man." I firmly spoke. "Find her and kiss her on the lips. Tell her that her submission is a wonderful gift to you and tell her how much you adore her."

He smiled and replied with a, "yes Ma'am." 

"Treat her to a lovely orgasm with that amazing tongue on yours. Do it from your knees. Show her a small glimpse of your submission...and change out of that silly pilot costume." I ordered, my tone both caring but strict. 

Russell scurried off to do my bidding. Likely embarrassed that his tongue and mouth were still glazed with his recently swallowed ejaculate. I wonder if Sarah will notice the taste in his mouth? 

Such a good boy! He did exactly as I instructed. I could hear Sarah Jane yelling "Daddy", from down the hall. 

Even though I masturbated and came while Russell was sucking my toes, I was still ravenous for more. I went to the find the girls in their "shoe closet", to see what they were up to. 

Vanessa was fully dressed and was preparing to leave. I guess she had a date-night planned with her husband. I jumped at the opportunity to pry for more. 

"By date-night with hubby, you mean him watching you with your bull?" I curiously prodded. 

"Yes Mistress, that sort of date-night." She chuckled as she answered. "Although he might be doing more than just watching tonight!"  

I shrieked with excitement. "That's so fuckin' awesome! I wanna hear all about it!" 

Vanessa giggled again. "Of course Mistress," she seductively purred and gave me a wink. She then kissed both Summer and I on the lips and made her way out.

As soon as I was alone with Summer, my dress was off and I was grinding my soaked pussy into her eager mouth. Gawd, I was so fucking aroused from everything that had played-out around me and the thoughts of Vanessa the Goddess Cuckoldress! 

I leaned my head back as Summer's tongue danced around my throbbing clit. I closed my eyes and began to envision Vanessa with her bull, fucking her vigorously as Derek kneels at the end of the bed and watches, his tiny cock straining against the confides of its cage, his body adorned in delicate pastel satin, lace and bows. 

Little did I know, he was given a much, MUCH more challenging offer from Vanessa, days earlier. 

Take it away, "Chatty" 

****

Vanessa gently posed the question one morning over breakfast. Derek felt a surge of conflicting emotions inside him. The idea of being taken by another man, especially in his sissy attire, was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. His chastity cage served as a constant reminder of his limitations as a man, and the offer to experience intimacy in a different way intrigued him.

"I... I'm not sure," Derek stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Derek felt deeply humiliated, but also an undeniable curiosity about the prospect Vanessa presented. To be taken by a "real man" and fucked just like a girl would experience was the daunting offer from his wife. 

Vanessa's hand gently cupped Derek's chin, guiding his gaze back to her. "It's alright, sissy. I know this is a big step, and I won't push you into anything you're not ready for," she reassured him, her voice soft and soothing. "Just think about it, and when you're ready, let me know."

Derek nodded, grateful for Vanessa's understanding. He knew that she would never force him into anything he wasn't comfortable with, and that reassurance brought him a sense of comfort amidst the whirlwind of emotions he was experiencing. Vanessa clicked out of the kitchen, leaving him to his thoughts. 

As the day continued, Derek found himself unable to shake the idea from his mind. The thought of being penetrated like a girl, of surrendering completely to another man's desires, sparked a mix of excitement and anxiety within him. He couldn't deny that he was curious, that a part of him longed to experience the kind of pleasure he could no longer provide as a chastity-bound sissy.

The following days were filled with contemplation and introspection for Derek as he continued his life of sissy slavery and domestic maid chores. 

He discussed his feelings and desires with Vanessa, sharing his hesitations and fears. She listened patiently, offering support and guidance without judgment.

The odd time, Vanessa would have to firmly remind him of the hierarchy in their relationship of wife, bull and cucked husband.

In the end, Derek made his decision. He found himself drawn to the idea of experiencing intimacy in a different way, of letting go of his preconceived notions of masculinity and embracing a side of himself that had remained hidden for so long.

As the night of Anthony's visit approached, Derek's nerves and excitement grew. Vanessa had made all the arrangements, and she reminded Derek what was expected of him. He was dressed in a delicate shade of yellow, the soft fabrics hugging his curves, while the chastity cage confined his flaccid penis from within his panties, emphasizing his submissive status. With his makeup perfectly applied and his wig styled in cute ringlets, Derek was the epitome of a sissy doll. Vanessa couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, knowing the effect it had on his state of mind.

The thought of being dressed in such an embarrassingly girlish outfit in front of Anthony both thrilled and embarrassed him.

When Anthony arrived, Derek greeted him with a curtsy, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, knowing that tonight would be unlike any other.

"Good evening, Sir." Derek managed to squeak out in his wispy attempt at a feminine voice. 

Anthony simply smirked, as Vanessa was advancing on him, lustful to greet him as her cherished lover. 

With a snap of her fingers and a point to the corner, Vanessa quickly dismissed Derek to his position of shame and embarrassment. He was reduced to a mere observer, only able to listen to his wife and her bull. 

Their passion continued to escalate and from Derek's shameful perspective, he could now hear zippers being undone and Vanessa's moans of delight. 

Soon after, the quiet living room filled with the sounds of Vanessa, gagging her way through a challenging deepthroating of Anthony. 

After what seemed like an eternity of jealously, shame, humiliation and involuntary arousal for poor Derek, Vanessa took Anthony's cock out of her mouth long enough to summon Derek to the couch. He was bound and gagged, and positioned on display, forced to watch. 

"As Anthony pleasures me," Vanessa said, her voice low and seductive, "you will stay right there, watching and listening to every intimate moment. You will be my little cuckold sissy, knowing that you can never please me like a real man can."

Vanessa positioned herself in a manner that would be extra humiliating for Derek, ensuring that she could not only look directly at him while Anthony fucks her, but also reach his chastity cage to grope and fondle.  

Derek's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he knew that this was what Vanessa wanted, and he was determined to fulfill her desires.

"I want you to listen to the sounds I make, the pleasure I experience," Vanessa said, her gaze intense. "And as you listen and watch, you will know that you will never be able to satisfy me like Anthony can. You will be humbled, emasculated, and utterly submissive."

"Yes, Mistress," Derek replied, his voice barely above a whisper and contorted by his ball-gag.

Vanessa smiled, knowing that Derek was fully submitting to her and embracing his role as her sissy cuckold.

"And just to remind you of your place," she said, reaching down to touch the chastity cage that confined Derek's penis, "your little clitty will remain locked up while Anthony and I enjoy each other." 

(Yes, "Chatty" actually generated that one and this entire exchange). 😈

Derek's breath caught in his throat at the reminder of his chastity. It was a constant reminder of his submission and his inability to please Vanessa sexually.

"But don't worry," Vanessa said, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I will make sure you get plenty of attention afterward. You'll be begging for Anthony's fat cock in your ass, won't you, my little sissy?"

Vanessa continues her relentless barrage of torment and humiliation, as Anthony fucks her just as relentlessly. 

After Anthony finishes inside Derek's wife, he is released from his bondage and invited to join in on the action. 

At Vanessa's gentle guidance, Derek felt a rush of both excitement and apprehension as Anthony's glistening cock was brought closer to his painted lips. The vivid contrast of his feminine appearance against the throbbing masculinity before him heightened his vulnerability and arousal.

"Go ahead, my sissy," Vanessa cooed, her voice a soothing melody. "Give it a kiss, just like you practiced with my strap-on earlier."

Derek's face blushed deeply, over Vanessa’s announcement that he practices with a training cock. 

With a deep breath, Derek parted his painted lips and tentatively placed a delicate kiss on the tip of Anthony's penis. It was a moment of surrender, a symbolic act that signified his acceptance of his submissive role and his willingness to experience pleasure in a way he had never known before.

"May I please clean you off, Sir?" Derek whispered in defeat. 

"You may, little girl." Anthony responded. 

"Thank you, Sir. And thank you for fucking my wife, Sir." 

These were the last words to escape Derek's painted lips, before he was silenced by a giant cock. 

"That's a gooooood guuuuurl!" Vanessa purred to her husband. 

To be continued. 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty"

xoxo

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