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She motioned to me with her finger from the bed to come closer. She was absolutely gorgeous, her long red hair spread out on the pillow, her makeup still heavy from her date last night. I walked closer, the lock on my chastity device clicking against the plastic tube, a stream of pre cum dribbled from the tip. She held her hand out as I approached and fondled my balls. I bent down and kissed her on the lips.
"Merry Christmas Duchess!" I said as we broke our kiss. I was growing inside my plastic prison but loving every minute of it.
"Merry Christmas to you to my little boywife!"
She continued to fondle my balls and noticed my tiny cock leaking pre cum from its plastic cage. She ran her finger around the tip of the plastic cage, gathered some of my pre cum and held her finger up. I dutifully licked and sucked her finger like a baby nursing on a bottle.
She slowly pulled the covers back, spread her legs and said, "Here's your Christmas present my little boywife from your Duchess and Donald."
Donald was my wife's lover and they had been seeing each other for about a year now. Ironically we've only been married about a year. You see, when we met, I had just gone through a tough divorce where my wife had left me for another man. Deciding I didn't want to go through life hiding who I was, when I met my current wife I was 100% up front with her about my fascination with cuckolding and the femdom lifestyle.
At first she was a bit reluctant like most women who think their husbands want a license to screw other women. But I took it slow with her and we decided to go down this road hand in hand. I educated her to the ways of the femdom lifestyle or a female led relationship and then introduced her into cuckolding explaining how my last marriage had ended in divorce because everyone wasn't on the same page.
I'm not going to say she took to it like a duck to water, but she began to ask a lot of questions which is always a good thing. I totally devoted myself to serving her. I gave her presents, baths, washed her car, catered to her every need, made her cum again and again, always making sure she was totally satiated before cumming myself. After a time, she got very used to having me serve her. The next step involving the cuckolding was a bit harder, but again with her countless questions and my patience in answering she was ready to try.
We put an ad on Craigslist and the date was set. That day in the hotel room, she was a different person. She was in the bathroom getting ready when our 'Bull' knocked on the door. As her instructions I was dressed only in pantyhose and my CB3000. I answered the door and let Nick in, poured him a glass of wine and took his coat. And then she came out of the bathroom. What a vision! She wore a black bodystocking, with a short denim skirt and a white shirt and heels. I was ready to cum right there!
I poured her a glass of wine, knelt and began to massage her feet while her and Nick talked. She told him of her desires and mine and they both chatted as if I wasn't there. It was heaven. Finally Nick stood and cupped one of her breasts and kissed her. As he did this, he unzipped his pants and motioned to me. I reached inside and without being told took his big cock out and began to suck on it.
The rest of the afternoon when by in a blur, but an incredibly erotic blur just the same. Nick fucking her on her back, on all fours, her sitting on his cock, me licking her wet pussy before and after he was in it, me sucking on her nipples and kissing her and telling her how much I loved her. Finally after five orgasms from her and two from him, I slid the Magnum condom off his semi erect but still much larger than my cock and cleaned both of them up before he left.
She then proceeded to tease me for another hour telling me how big Nick was and how he touched her in places I never could or would. It was so intense I came even with the chastity device ON. Which she found to be incredibly erotic.
That day marked a turning point. I addressed her as Duchess and she would address me as her boywife. We were married shortly thereafter and I agreed with her that to be in a total female led relationship I needed to surrender everything I had to her. So I did, the house, cars, boats, bank accounts, property, everything I had. From that day forward I was at her mercy. I was hers to with as she pleased. But we both loved every minute of it. She made a point of telling her girlfriends that she had a totally attentive husband in EVERY sense of the word. It was no secret to them that I did all the housework, cooking, cleaning, laundry, yard work, you name it I did it. She didn't have to lift a finger and we both loved it that way.
My reward was the privilege and honor licking her pussy and ass for hours on end, while I knelt at the edge of the bed locked in my chastity tube. It was every cuckolds dream to be released from my tube only when she saw fit and only allowed to fuck her when she felt I deserved it. I would beg to put my cock inside her and she would taunt me and say, "I don't think so my little boywife, that's where the real men go!" And then after begging and pleading, she'd let me inside on the condition that when I came I had to lick her clean.
I always suspected that there was other men's cum in her pussy, but she would never confirm or deny it. That drove me crazier than if she had told me, but I always acquiesced and meekly slid down between her legs and lapped up my cum and whoever else's was there gladly. And then came Donald
Donald was a doctor that she met while traveling to a conference out of state. Turned out that he lived only about a fifteen minute drive from our house, where he had moved after his divorce. The week she was at the conference was hell. She would send me pictures of herself all dressed and ready to go to the meetings or the receptions at night. Needless to say the night attire was much more risqué than the daytime attire.
On her arrival home that Friday night I met her naked as instructed at the door wearing only my 'toy' as she had come to refer to my chastity device. We embraced, and kissed and I told her how much I had missed her. She told me to get her a glass of wine and meet her in the bedroom. Two glasses of wine later, I was on my knees lapping what I assumed to be Donald's cum out of her pussy as she regaled me with stories of her week out of town and what a great guy Donald was.
That night marked yet another turning point in our relationship. From that night forward she had only two men in her life, me and Donald. Drinking his cum from her pussy that night got me so hot that I would've done anything for her. Most 'normal' people would think us 'weird' or 'sick' for our desires and lifestyle, but it works for us. I love my wife so much and I would do ANYTHING for her. I long for her when she's not with me to the point of my heart aching when she's not here. All in all though I know that she will be coming home to me and that even though Donald gives her something I never possibly could, that I am the man in her life.
Donald is fully aware of me and of our lifestyle and he's embraced it as well. From his perspective who wouldn't? I mean he gets a tall, leggy, busty insatiable red head, whose husband gets him ready for her, does his laundry, cleans his house and is pretty much at their beck and call night and day. So he'd be crazy not to live life to the fullest and take advantage of it.
Take the other night for instance. In the middle of a blizzard, Donald called our house and chatted with Duchess for a bit and then she handed me the phone.
"How's my little boywife tonight? Making the Duchess happy?" he snickered.
"Well good. Now listen, I'm in the mood for some Chunky Monkey ice cream from Ben & Jerry's so I need you to bring me over some and hurry it up!" Click and the phone went dead.
Before leaving the house my Duchess had me put on my 'special' jammies before going to the store. My 'special' jammies that she and Donald bought for me consist of pink silk pajamas; the top is a cami top has satin Italian lace embroidered on the glamorous see-thru bodice with dainty adjustable spaghetti straps and pink bottoms to match.
I was freezing as I left the house in my jammies and faced the blizzard to get Donald his ice cream. Thank God the blizzard had most people snowed in as the convenience store was deserted when I arrived and except a few raised eyebrows from the two clerks I was able to get in and get out quickly. When I arrived at Donald's and knocked on the door he shouted for me to come in. I brought the ice cream to him as he lounged on the couch talking to Duchess. He merely motioned for me to put it in the freezer and dismissed me.
Once back at home, Duchess told me that I was such a good boywife for doing what Donald and she asked of me that she would let me lick her pussy and asshole to orgasm. I dove between her legs and licked like a dog with a bone. I love licking Duchess's nether regions and love giving her pleasure. I begged her to let me cum when I was finished and she said yes, but I couldn't take my cage off. So I stood at the edge of the bed while she played with my balls and made me cum by milking me inside my device. I was required as always to catch it in my hand and lick it all up like a good boywife should.
And so our life went on and we both loved it.
Last night was Christmas Eve and Duchess and Donald had gone to his Christmas party while I stayed home and cleaned both houses, did laundry, wrapped their Christmas presents to each other as they were going to exchange gifts at our place after the party. I had the house decorated beautifully, presents wrapped, champagne chilled and was in my jammies and in my bed which is at the other end of the house from Duchess's bedroom. I heard them come in and heard muffled laughter and then the unmistakable sounds of Duchess orgasm four or five times as Donald fucked her.
Christmas morning I awoke to a small plate by my bedside with a half a chocolate chip cookie and a full condom next to it. Donald's idea of Santa's cookie and milk and I knew what I had to do. So I emptied the condom onto the cookie and ate it like a good little boywife should. I then headed to Duchess's bedroom.
It was there that she made me remove my 'toy' and go get a tape measure. This was one of her countless humiliations of me that was a constant reminder that I was in a female led marriage and her consummate cuckold. I brought the tape to her bedside and she grinned and leaned on her elbow and took the tape measure and measured my tiny cock.
"What's it say honey?" She smirked and knew the additional humiliation of having me say it out loud.
"Two inches Duchess." I said, dejectedly.
"That's right! And that's why you're my good little boywife. Because your tiny cock is only two inches soft and only four inches when it's rock hard. And let's see, what was Donald's measurements the last time I had you measure him?" She said it knowing damn well I had the figures committed to memory.
"Um, he's six inches totally soft and eight inches fully hard and five inches around Duchess." I felt like I wanted to cry, but looking down at her incredibly gorgeous body, legs spread with Donald's cum nestled in there I didn't cry, but smiled instead, knowing that this was the best Christmas present my beautiful wife could ever give me and God I love her for it.
Merry Christmas and God bless us every one!
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What has your wife got you for Christmas?
Firms Christmas do – you either love them or hate them. In the past I had hated them. Last years changed my mind. At last I saw a long held fantasy of my wife with another man come true.
It was the beginning of December. The day of "the firms Christmas do" it was held early this year due to a mix up on hotel bookings. Reluctantly I loaded our overnight bags in to the boot of my car. Our employers had learnt the lesson from past years and were providing hotel rooms for all staff that lived more than a reasonable taxi ride away so as to avoid problems of drinking and driving.
My wife, Sue and I changed when we got to the hotel; I had to admit that Sue looked stunning: The material of her dress seemed to be molded to her body accentuating all the right curves. Her half cup uplift bra clearly set her 36C breasts on display which were only just modestly covered by the material of her dark blue cocktail dress.
By 10.00 the firms Christmas do was in full swing, Sue and I had both had to little to eat and much to drink, but then it seemed so had most at the party. Unlike previous years the bosses had arranged a Santa Claus. Staff were encouraged to be like children and visit Santa in his grotto (located in a corner of the stage) to tell him our Christmas wish and be given a festive gift. Childish and tacky but when you have had a skin full anything can seem like a good lark.
Whilst Sue had gone off to the loo, I weaved my way over to Santa.
"What do you what for Christmas son" he asked.
That was a Joke. I am 32 and Sue is 29, hardly children. "Well", I replied, "a 10 inch big cock to fuck my wife". We actually had a good and loving relationship but my small 4 inch penis did little to satisfy Sue in the bedroom stakes. It was the one thing I wished I could improve.
I expected Santa to be outraged and if sober I certainly would not have made such comments. He looked at me and asked "which lady is you're my wife". At that moment Sue had just returned to the dance hall. I pointed her out. She looked stunning in her halter neck dress which fell to mid thigh. Her long blonde hair flowed when she flicked her head. Santa broke the spell by saying "I think your wish will be granted this evening". Pigs might fly I muttered as I stumbled away, there was no way anyone could magically more than double the size of my prick.
As the evening wore on, I forgot about Santa. Sue and I danced a few numbers but dancing was not really my scene. After a break, the band started playing again. That was when Marcus one of my co-workers who had stopped by several times that evening to chat asked my wife to dance.
Sue looked at me and waving my hand I replied "go, enjoy yourself". I watched as they danced several fast numbers. I had to admit the moved well together. Her Blonde Hair and white skin contrasting with the ebony black skin on his six foot stocky frame. The next number was a slow dance. I was surprised to see Marcus take Sue in his arms. It seemed quite natural that she wrapped her arms round his neck as they swayed to the music. They seemed to be whispering to each other. The next moment I saw them kissing passionately. Marcus hands slipped down to her buttocks, fondling them without a care of who may be watching, including me.
After several more slow numbers they returned to our table hand in hand.
Sue surprised me by saying "I want Marcus to fuck me". This was a fantasy we had shared in our love making but that was as far as it had gone. Sue only seemed to go along with my suggestions over the last couple of years but till now had never taken any action. "Ok" I stammered, "now"? I asked. "No time like the present" came back Sue's reply. With that they strolled out of the hall hand in hand.
I scrambled out from behind our table trying to hide my erection. Rushing I caught up with them at the lift. Putting her hand on my shoulder Sue said "darling, this first time I want to be alone. I will come back to our room later" I stood open mouthed as they entered the lift. I watched the doors close as they again embraced passionately.
I returned to my room expecting Sue would only be an hour or so. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was the room phone ringing. Answering the phone I looked at my watch. 9.00 In the morning. Saying "Hello", I heard Sues voice asking me to come and see her in room 243. Assuming Marcus was still there, they had been together for 10 hours! A quick wash and I was on my way. Sue answered the door wrapped only in a thin bed sheet which did little to hide her body, she looked ravishing and ravished. I could hear the shower running so Marcus was obviously still in the room.
Taking my hand she led me to the messed bed. I could see damp patches from there love making. Sitting me down, Sue asked if I had any regrets, "no" I replied. I explained after they had gone last night I had tossed myself off twice imagining what they had been up to. I then asked her the same question. That's when she said, "No, I have no regrets. Marcus is a wonderful lover, and he has a magnificent 10 inch cock". I thought of the conversation I had with Santa the previous evening and what I had asked for. The outcome was not quite what I intended but for me being a Christmas cuckold was the perfect ending to the firms do. Perhaps I do believe in Father Christmas after all.
Three weeks had passed since the firms Christmas bash. It was two days before Christmas Eve when I next saw Marcus. I knew he had spoken nearly every day with my Wife Sue and they had had been out on several dates. On one occasion Sue even stayed over night with him. On her return she teased me by giving little detail away but I could not miss the radiant glow on her face form her lovemaking session with her boyfriend.
At first Marcus obviously was unsure how I would react to the situation but was relieved when I reassured him I told him I did not mind that he had been phoning
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