A Most Unconventional Marriage Pt. 05
Part 5
Now, as he waited in the silent empty house for his mistress to return from her date, the kneeling cuckold considered the current state of his marriage.
He smiled wanly to himself under his black spandex hood.
Although, theirs could no longer be considered to be a conventional union, both husband and wife were happier than ever.
At least they were in it together.
The husband let his eyes drift down to his chastity cage. The steel cage had been down-sized several times over the past few years as his inert penis continued to atrophy in its perpetual confinement. The current enclosure was barely larger than a thimble.
He wondered idly if he was capable of achieving even a modest erection anymore.
He doubted it.
He shrugged in the silence of the empty house.
He did not mourn his lost manhood. The cuckold took his pleasure now from pleasing his wife and her bulls.
This was the path he had chosen.
It had been over four years since that fateful encounter with their alpha bull at the bar. There had been over two dozen bulls since then, each special in their own way, but he and his wife had not yet formed another connection like the one they had shared with their first true bull.
Maybe that would change tonight.
His wife had not told him much about the man she was meeting, but she had hinted that if things worked out, he might be a good long-term prospect for them.
As if in response to his musings, the husband's phone chimed in the quiet stillness of the empty house, snapping the cuckold out of his reverie.
It was a text from his wife.
"My date is going well, slut. I've been telling him all about you. He wants to see a pic of you in your outfit."
The cuckold's pulse quickened. He swallowed several times, feeling that familiar frisson of excitement mixed with a twinge of dread.
"Yes, ma'am," he texted back quickly.
The husband navigated to his saved pictures on his phone and found a recent one of him dressed in the outfit he was currently wearing.
He eyed the picture for several seconds. It showed him kneeling with his hands crossed behind his back, his head bowed in submission.
He was hooded and collared and dressed only in a black leather corset with thigh high stockings and black patent leather pumps. His lips were smeared with bright red lipstick.
The husband looked more closely at the image. His pierced and stretched nipples were clearly on display as was the tiny steel enclosure of the custom made steel chastity cage. He pinched the screen, enlarging the crotch area until he could clearly read the tattoo inscribed on to the delicate flesh of his pale, hairless pubis.
"S I S S Y C U C K"
He sent the picture to his wife.
For several minutes, nothing happened, then his phone pinged again.
"He says you're cute. He's totally fine with you sucking his cock. Now he wants to see a pic of your plugged ass. He's never used a sissy before, so he wants to see the goods."
"Yes ma'am," the husband responded quickly.
The husband swallowed again, his ears burning beneath his hood.
This one has a cruel streak.
He found the appropriate picture. It showed the husband on all fours in stockings and heels, the jeweled base of his butt plug twinkling in the light of the camera flash. His buttocks were firm and well-shaped, the results of his mandatory thrice weekly Pilates sessions.
The large tramp stamp his wife had had inked at the small of his back was also quite prominent in the photo.
"A N A L S L U T"
His wife stood in the foreground, her left hip cocked jauntily, her right hand holding his leash. She was smiling at the camera, her eyes twinkling with merriment.
He sent the image off to his wife.
Several seconds passed before she replied.
"He finds you acceptable. We'll be coming home soon. He wants you blindfolded when we arrive. Greet us at the door on your knees."
"Yes, ma'am," the husband texted back dutifully.
The husband sighed and rose to fetch the leather blindfold, then returned to his position by the front door. He dropped to his knees and applied the blindfold, fastening the velcro straps tightly together at the back of his head.
In the sudden darkness, the husband pondered the possibilities of the evening ahead.
***
After a few more minutes, the husband heard the front door opening, accompanied by the sound of his wife's musical laughter.
The husband straightened on his knees, careful to keep his head bowed and his wrists crossed submissively at the small of his back.
"There she is! I told you she'd be waiting for us. Such a good girl," his wife tittered, her voice slightly slurred with alcohol.
The man said nothing.
The husband felt a sharp tug at his neck as his wife jerked his leash.
"Crawl to the couch, slut," she ordered curtly, leading him out of the foyer and into their richly appointed living room. The husband, still blindfolded, crawled slowly and awkwardly, feeling his way with his hands to avoid bumping into the furniture.
When they reached the couch, the wife dropped the leash.
"Inspection position!" she barked.
The husband stood quickly, wobbling on his high heels. He laced his hands behind his head and spread his legs wide apart, thrusting out his pelvis so his chastity cage and tattoo were on full display.
"Come take a look," the wife said, her voice husky. "I love showing off my pet."
The husband heard heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor as the man approached him. He soon sensed a looming presence nearby.
"Like I was saying at the bar, we're a package deal," the wife said casually. "Not only do you get me, you also get to use my sissy however you want whenever you want. Isn't that right, whore?"
"Yes, ma'am," the husband replied softly.
The cuckold sensed movement nearby.
"Don't be shy. Feel her up," the wife offered indulgently.
The husband felt a hand cup his left buttock, then his right. The twin hands squeezed his cheeks appraisingly. After a few more squeezes, the hands slid away from his ass. He felt the man's fingers tracing the letters of his tramp stamp at the small of his back before withdrawing.
The husband sensed the man circling him.
The cuckold gasped as both nipple rings were pulled taught. He began to squirm as the rings were twisted clockwise, like twin radio dials.
His wife smacked her husband smartly on the balls with the flat of her right hand.
"Be still, slut!" she barked.
The cuckold yelped, but regained his posture and stood still again for his inspection.
At last the husband felt the tension in his nipples ease as the man released the rings. He gasped again when he felt a large hand cupping his balls. The husband winced under his hood as the man gave the shrunken scrotum a firm squeeze before withdrawing his hand.
"Oh dear, I think she likes you," the wife said playfully. "Look how her little clitty is leaking in its cage."
A large runnel of clear fluid was indeed dripping down from the tip of the husband's chastity cage, descending toward the floor.
The wife bent at the waist and reached out with her right hand to catch the thin streamer of pre-cum. She caught the clear liquid in the palm of her hand and smeared the effluent on her husband's shiny painted lips.
The cuckold licked his lips, savoring the familiar salty sweet taste.
"Suck position!" the wife suddenly ordered.
The cuckold immediately dropped to his knees. He crossed his wrists at the small of of his back and opened his mouth wide, tilting his face slightly upward.
"Open that cum hole wider, slut," his wife prompted. "Show our guest what a good cock whore you're going to be for him."
The husband hinged his mouth open even wider, the muscles of his jaws bunching with the effort.
"Go ahead and try her out," the wife said to the man. "I promise you won't be disappointed."
There came the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. The husband flinched ever so slightly as the head of a large cock was plopped unceremoniously into his open mouth.
Reflexively, the husband suckled the tip, swallowing a generous measure of pre-cum, then held the swelling head in his mouth, his tongue swirling underneath as he had been trained to massage the sensitive frenulum.
For the first time, the man made a sound.
"Hmmmmm," he groaned softly in a rich, deep baritone.
"Go ahead, slide it all the way in," the wife urged, her voice edged with cruelty. "Don't be shy. She can take it all. She's been trained."
The wife placed her hand on the back of her husband's head and began pushing him down on the man's cock.
She leaned down and whispered in her husband's ear.
"Don't you dare gag, whore," she hissed fiercely. "I've been bragging about your skills all night."
Docilely, the husband leaned forward and began to swallow the length of the man's huge cock.
The cuckold did not panic or choke. Those days were long gone. Instead, he calmed his breathing, inhaling deliberately and slowly through his nostrils and began gliding himself down on the lengthening shaft.
The man's cock slid inexorably inward, past the husband's posterior oropharynx. He no longer had a gag reflex, so the head of the cock slid smoothly into his esophagus, without so much as a hiccup. After a few seconds, the cuckold's nose came to rest against the man's pubic hair. He stifled a sneeze as the curly hairs tickled his nostrils. He continued to swallow convulsively, massaging the man's thick shaft with the well-trained muscles of his throat.
"Oooh," the man said, speaking for the first time. "You were right, darling. She really is amazing. I've never felt anything like it."
The cuckold paused, his ears prickling.
He had heard that voice before. Alarm bells began going off in his head.
"Where are my manners?" the wife asked playfully, noticing her husband's distress. "I think it's time I introduced you to our guest, honey," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The cuckold felt the straps of the blindfold being removed at the back of his head. He blinked at the sudden brightness of the room, then shifted his gaze upward to look at the man his wife had brought home.
His eyes widened and he grunted around the cock in his mouth.
He was staring up into the face of his department chairman from the university, the man who had been bullying him relentlessly for months.
"You know Professor Simmons, dont you, honey?" his wife asked feigning innocence.
The husband nodded slowly, careful to keep the man's cock steady in his throat.
"With all the tension we've been having at work, I thought it was high time you two got to know one another other a little better," the wife said cheerfully.
The cuckold nodded morosely, eying his boss around the huge cock in his mouth.
Professor Simmons was a giant of a black man in his mid-fifties. He had played football in college and still retained the narrow waist and broad shoulders of a natural athlete.
The husband felt the cock in his mouth continue to swell as his older colleague stared down at him.
"What do you think, Professor? Is she as good as I promised?"
The man reached down and patted the kneeling cuckold on the head.
"Best head in fifty-two states," the big man replied jovially.
"And remember you can use her whenever you like, Professor, even at work. Just shoot her a text and she'll crawl right under your desk and take care of you. Isn't that right dear?"
The husband nodded again, careful to keep swallowing convulsively as the man's cock began to release a steady trickle of pre-cum down his throat.
"You know what comes next don't you, dear?" his wife asked expectantly, leaning down to kiss her husband lightly on the cheek.
The husband nodded mutely, his eyes glazing over in mute surrender.
"Well, what are you waiting for, slut? Ask him."
The husband spit out the man's cock and looked up into the eyes of his boss.
"Please fuck my wife, sir," he asked meekly, the head of the man's cock bobbing awkwardly against the bridge of his nose.
"Is that really what you want?" Professor Simmons asked, not unkindly.
The cuckold sat back on his knees and stared at the huge black cock before him.
"Yes,sir," he replied softly.
The man looked down at his colleague and smiled.
"Well, I think it's safe to say that both of your tenure applications are back on track," his supervisor said magnanimously.
The husband nodded silently up at the man.
"Thank you, sir," the cuckold responded docilely.
When he spoke again, his new bull's voice was steeled with authority.
"Now suck me hard for your wife, slut."
The husband leaned forward and took the man back into his mouth. He closed his eyes and began to suck his new bull's cock in earnest, his wife's laughter ringing in his ears.
In his text message to his wife, the cuckold eagerly sent a picture of himself in full BDSM attire, complete with hood, chastity cage, and tattoos, showcasing his submission to both her and their BDSM lifestyle.
Following their encounter at the bar, the husband's BDSM lifestyle with his male bisexual wife had evolved, leading to numerous encounters with alpha bulls, each one leaving a unique impression on their unconventional marriage, searching for the connection they shared with their first bull.