The Willing Cuckold

Linda and Chris had played bondage and teasing games before. Chris had purchased a latex bondage sack that Linda would zip him into before pulling a latex hood over his head and zipping it up the back. The hood had an inflatable gag and a small hole over each nostril to breathe through. Chris had spent many an afternoon dreamily encased in hot slick latex, mumbling and groaning through his gag and heaving for air through the tiny nose holes as his sexy wife opened the zip over his groin and playfully teased his bursting erection. She had become incredibly adept at judging precisely just when to stop to avoid letting her husband cum, leaving him to suffer and recover his breath for a while then starting in again with her tiny delicate fingers. Eventually she always gave in and let him have a long-awaited orgasm that made him see stars as he bucked and heaved like a landed fish.

If Chris expected the present situation to pan out in a similar fashion he was in for a surprise. Linda had suggested, much to Chris’s joy and excitement, that they get out the sack and play. Being over eight weeks since his last orgasm, which he had been forced to ruin himself, Chris was in no mind to argue and soon found himself naked and securely cocooned in tight latex, blind to the world, thoroughly gagged and breathing heavily through the holes in the mask. The first surprise was the feeling of being pressed down into the mattress of the single bed in the smallest spare bedroom as Linda used ratchet straps at his ankles, knees, hips and chest to tie his cocooned body down onto the bed. With his arms held tightly inside the internal sleeves of the bondage sack there was no way for him to escape anyway. But now he did not even have the option of raising or moving any part of his body except his head.

Finally, even that small freedom was denied him as his devilishly scheming wife pushed a pillow under his head, rolled a small towel and placed it across his forehead then secured one more ratchet strap over the top. It was a strange feeling to be held so tightly and so completely immobile; worrying and yet incredibly arousing at the same time. Chris’s cock responded to this new predicament by valiantly but futilely attempting to expand inside its metal prison. Grateful for small mercies he was glad his wife had not decided to extend the sharp spikes.

‘There now,’ Linda beamed. ‘All trussed up with nowhere you can go! Now you just relax my little pipsqueak, let me take care of everything.’

He heard the sound of latex gloves being snapped on then felt the zip above his groin being pulled down. He could not help attempting to make an involuntary thrust of his hips as he felt his darling wife manhandling his metal chastity tube.

‘Now I know how desperate you are but we don’t want any accidents do we pipsqueak? Maybe I’d better get these spikes screwed in so your naughty little cocklet can’t disgrace itself.’

‘Shit!’ he thought, having hoped she was about to actually remove the cage.

Each spike hurt as it skewered the flesh of his cock, forcing him to try to think of something that would temper his arousal and deflate his misbehaving cock. But with the tight bondage, the overpowering smell of rubber and the closeness of his wife, it was a losing battle.

‘There, all done sweetheart. I need a nice glass of wine after that. Be back soon. Don’t go away, will you?’ Linda teased as she retrieved her jacket from the wardrobe and draped it over his face, adding to his torment with the smell of leather mixed with her perfume.

As Chris or pipsqueak as he was increasingly beginning to think of himself, drifted semi-consciously, dreaming of his incredibly sexy wife and how dominant she was becoming, then trying to come to terms with the pain of the spikes as they mercilessly denied him even the hint of an erection, he was suddenly aware of someone coming into the room. No, not someone, two people. There was the sound of his wife’s sexy mules on the hardwood flooring but also the heavier sound of boots, a man’s boots.

‘Wakey wakey sleepyhead,’ Linda called as she lifted her coat from her husband’s face. The rush of fresh air was welcome but the intrusion of what he assumed was his wife’s lover was not.

‘Hey pipsqueak,’ Sam said, ‘How you doing? Your wife invited me over to watch her tease you. I told her I wasn’t really interested but she promised it would be fun for me too. Hope you don’t mind.’

‘Of course she doesn’t mind, do you pipsqueak?’ Linda laughed. Chris hated it when his wife referred to him as a she, especially in front of her lover, but he could not deny it excited him too. Everything she did lately excited him so much he could hardly stand it. The more cruel she was, the more demanding and heartless, the more it excited him. It scared him but he could do nothing to change the fact.

‘We’re both really happy you’re hear, isn’t that right sissy? Oh, silly me, you can’t answer, can you? You can’t even nod your head. Never mind, I know this is what you want, because it’s what I want and that’s all that should matter to a sissy husband. So, this is what we’re going to do. Instead of the usual bondage sack game we’ve played before that revolves around your pleasure, we’re going to play one that revolves around mine. Well, mine and Sam’s actually.’

Pipsqueak felt his wife climb onto the bed to straddle his chest then suddenly he could not breath. Linda had pinched closed the two tiny airholes in the mask. Sucking in only pulled the sweat soaked inside of the latex mask tighter still against the skin of his face. Breathing out made it balloon away from him.

‘No point in struggling sweetheart,’ he dimly heard through his panic. ‘You’re stuck with whatever I want to do to you.’

She left go and Chris heaved his chest against her weight, struggling to draw life-giving air through the two small holes and into his lungs.

‘I’ll explain when you’ve calmed down a little,’ Linda soothed her poor latex encased toy, making no move to relieve the weight on his chest.

Inside the bondage sack pipsqueak was already soaked in sweat and trying to calm himself. He had enough air, he just needed to stay calm. They’d played breath play games before, mostly at his suggestion. His wife would never let anything happen to him; it was just a game. Relax. Relax.

‘There now pipsqueak,’ Linda smiled down at the form of her latex cocooned sissy husband. ‘Now I’ll explain. You see I need you to understand that you are no longer my priority. I’ve demoted you because you failed me as a man and as a husband. Sam is my man now and he is my priority. I belong to him now and I’ll do whatever he asks me to in order to make him happy and keep him as my lover. What the cost of that is to you is of no interest to me.

‘So, in order to show you both what I mean, I’m going to torture you with a little breath play. But, because Sam and I are a couple now and we do things together, he is going to join in too. So, if you find yourself desperate for air it might be because I don’t want to give you any or it might be because I’m waiting for him to say you can have some. I’m going to be a good girl and obey my lover, to show him how much his happiness and pleasure means to me and how little yours does. By the time we’re finished here neither of you will be in any doubt at all what my priorities are or what your places are in my life. So, let’s begin. Sam darling?’

‘Sit on its face,’ Sam smiled as he sat down on a chair he’d brought from the dining room. ‘Stay there until I say you can move.’

The lifting of Linda’s weight from pipsqueak’s chest was a relief that lasted only until he felt that weight drop down onto his face. Unable to move his head to either side, the poor sissy only had time to quickly fill his lungs before the damp silk gusset of his wife’s panties stretched over the nose holes in his latex hood.

Barely a minute passed  before pipsqueak’s nerve broke and he tried to cry out around the inflated latex bulb that filled his mouth making his cheeks bulge. To his horror he quickly discovered that the only parts of his entire body he could move were his fingers and toes and even then, it was only by a few millimetres.

After what felt to pipsqueak like ten minutes at least but was actually less than two, Sam told Linda to lift up and allow the sissy to breathe. Pipsqueak wanted so badly to protest, to try to reason, to explain he couldn’t take this, it was too much; but there wasn’t time to even try to make himself understood around the damned gag before his unfaithful wife dropped her pussy back onto his face.

Sam kept an eye on his watch, as Linda watched him. At two minutes she was asking with her expression for permission to let her husband breathe. Her lover just smiled and shook his head. ‘Be a good girl for me like you promised,’ he encouraged her.

After another thirty seconds he nodded to her and she lifted up and slid down to lie full length on top of her desperately gasping husband. To pipsqueak’s amazement he felt her fingers caress his face and her lips lightly touching the latex of his mask, kissing it once, twice, three times.

‘You know I love you sweetheart,’ she was telling him. ‘But I have Sam now. I belong to him and I have to do what he says. You want me to be happy, don’t you? Well, you have to accept that making Sam happy makes me happy. A little bit of suffering isn’t too much for me to ask of my sissy maid husband, is it?’

The whisper was deliberately loud enough for her lover to hear and he smiled as she looked over at him. He’d never met anyone like her. So beautiful, so sexually adventurous and such a bitch to the sissy she was married to. She was way too much woman for that wimp. He could not believe she’d stayed faithful to him for so long. Or what the wimp got out of being treated so badly by his wife. But anyway, who cared. He was going to enjoy this for as long as he could make it last. They’d come a long way very quickly but he still wanted more, a lot more.

‘Use your feet,’ Sam suggested making Linda giggle as she rose upright again to sit on her bound husband’s chest and bring her stockinged legs up to rest her tiny size four feet on his face. Chris had a huge fetish for his wife’s feet, especially in stockings, a fact she’d divulged to her lover. She was wearing white ones today, partly to tease her husband but also because she loved the way they contrasted with her lover’s dark ebony skin when she wrapped her legs around his naked body.

In choosing Sam, Linda had been looking in particular for a black guy. She had teased pipsqueak that she wanted to see if it was true that black guys were hugely endowed. Well, she couldn’t say for sure about all black guys but with Sam it was certainly true. His size, his physique and his contemptuous attitude to pipsqueak were all points very much in his favour but she could not deny loving the fact that she, a middle class, highly educated and well respected married white lady, had a black lover. There was just something so erotically taboo about it. Plus, of course, it added greatly to her poor cuckold husband’s humiliation. There was no way Chris could possibly compete on any of those points. All she had to do was convince poor pipsqueak that they were the things that turned her on and mattered most to her. That was not necessarily the case, but she had no complaints!

‘Poor little pipsqueak loves his Mistress’s feet, don’t you pipsqueak?’ Linda teased her captive husband as she used the big toe of each foot to cover the air holes over his nostrils. Her head tilted to one side and she smiled as she thought about how sexy her red-painted toe nails looked through the white fifteen denier stockings. The contrast of those against the shiny black latex hood made her think about her lover and she turned her head to blow him a kiss.

Sam rose from his chair and walked over to Linda, grabbing a handful of her long dark hair in one giant fist, closing his other hand around her delicate white throat and bending forward to kiss her. As she felt her lover’s wet tongue invading her mouth Linda amused herself by lifting the toe of one foot then dropping it back in place for a while before raising the other one. Then something happened that had never happened to her before.

The erotic stimulation from so utterly dominating her oxygen starved husband joined with the helpless feeling of being completely in the power of another man, a powerful alpha male, made her cum. She knew she was excited but she had no idea! As it washed over her in a huge wave of intense pleasure, she actually saw stars, her body convulsed and she moaned helplessly into her lover’s mouth.

Sam held her while she recovered but he was clearly impatient for relief himself.

‘Lie down beside him, knickers off!’ he ordered Linda.

‘Wait just a second baby,’ she begged her lover. ‘I just need to get something ready.’

Sam started stripping off his clothes as Linda spoke to her husband. ‘Would you like me to unscrew the nasty spikes and take off the mask now pipsqueak? You would? OK, well you have to promise to be a good gurl and good gurls should be seen and not heard. So,’ she explained as she released the strap holding pipsqueak’s head, deflated his gag and reached around to unzip the hood. ‘I’m going to replace your inflatable gag with this ball gag.’

Knowing better than to resist, pipsqueak just took advantage of the cool fresh air on his face, drawing lungfuls in through his nose as his Mistress pushed a rubber ball between his teeth securing it with a buckle behind his head. Then, sliding down to straddle his thighs she pulled apart the zip over his groin and extracted the metal chastity tube to begin unscrewing the spikes with the special key.

Pipsqueak felt ridiculously grateful, not only to be breathing freely but to be without the painful bite of those damned spikes. Of course, that gratitude was tinged with the realisation of how far his beautiful wife had pushed him down the road of submission. While most men would consider sex, be it intercourse, a blow job or whatever, as their right, he was so pussy whipped that he was grateful just to be able to enjoy a tiny partial erection inside his chastity tube without it being punished into retreat by stabbing pains.

‘Take me like this darling,’ Linda suggested to Sam after rezipping the bondage sack, pulling down her knickers, throwing them across the room and straddling pipsqueak’s latex encased body. As she rested on hands and knees looking down at her helpless hubby, Sam climbed up behind her, huge cock in one hand, wanking it fully hard and ready to penetrate his bitch. To pipsqueak’s alarm, his other hand held a clear plastic bag which he passed to Linda.

‘Oh fuck!’ Linda moaned as she was mounted. Then, lifting her hands from the bed she pulled the bag over her husband’s sweating face pulling the open ends of the plastic bag tight around his neck. As pipsqueak breathed in, she lowered her head to lick his face through the plastic as it pulled tight against his face.

As he once more fought futilely for air, pipsqueak could not help being simultaneously hurt and hugely excited by two things his wife had said. Firstly, she had called another man baby and then darling! Secondly and just as shocking, she had sworn. She never swore. Not even when she was really angry. He’d never heard her swear, certainly not during sex. It had taken the monster cock of a huge black bull to make her break her lifetime taboo.

As her lover began to fuck her from behind, slapping her ass with his huge hands, one firm buttock and then the other, leaving big red handprints, Linda released her grip on the plastic bag and lifted up the front edge. As pipsqueak gasped for air, she spat on the rubber ball showing between his teeth. Then twice more into his left eye then his right, making him try to blink to see through the gobs of her saliva.

‘Fuck me baby,’ Linda yelled to her lover, ‘Fuck your bitch!’

Then, with her poor cuckold reeling from her out of character language, Linda spit twice more, this time over one of his nostrils then the other. Mouth blocked by the ball gag, pipsqueak had to breathe in through his nose and Linda laughed as her saliva was sucked up into his nostrils.

‘Close that fucking bag,’ Linda heard Sam yell from behind her and she laughed as she obeyed.

In a world of erotic submission, the subject of such clearly demonstrated contempt and cruelty by the woman he loved and worshiped, helplessly bound in skin-tight latex and going light headed from a lack of air as his wife enjoyed the cock of another man, pipsqueak felt himself cumming. Not an orgasm. The damned chastity tube saw to that. Not an explosion of the senses. Not even a blessed relief. Just a repressed flow of warm wetness leaking from the end of the metal tube to run down over his sensitive blue balls and between his legs.

Through a mental haze pipsqueak was dimly aware of Sam ordering Linda, ‘On your back bitch, move.’

The plastic bag was released as she clambered to obey, lying down beside her captive spouse but opening her arms and legs to her lover. Sam was quickly inside her, grasping her ankles and lifting them to rest on his hugely muscled shoulders as he ploughed her unfaithful pussy.

As pipsqueak turned his head to try to see his wife’s face through the mist on the inside of the plastic bag, she turned to him and smiled. Then one of her hands came up to pull closed the plastic bag as the other reached up to caress her lover’s face.

‘Fuck me baby! Fuck me! I want… you… I want… Oh fuck! I want you to c… c… cum inside me while I suff… ocate my s… s… sissy husband!’

Realising that his wife was not going to release her grip on the bag sucking against his face and denying him the tiniest amount of life-giving oxygen, pipsqueak used the last of his stale air to squeal around his gag. Thinking that his wife must have heard him he was hugely relieved when the neck of the bag suddenly went slack and he was able to heave in cool fresh air.

He was wrong though. Linda was completely unaware that she had released her grip because, in the throes of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced, she had passed out cold. As soon as he started to get his breath back, pipsqueak became aware of the sudden lack of sound and movement from his wife and realised what had happened. Sam had realised too but the helpless state of the woman beneath him, her unconscious floppy state, only served to further fuel his lust.

‘Fucking bitch!’ he yelled as he pounded her like a rag doll, bellowing out his lust as he rutted pipsqueak’s helpless, gentle and demure wife like a wild animal. His cry when he finally unloaded the contents of his huge swinging balls into his helpless conquest terrified pipsqueak but also brought Linda round just in time to feel the walls of her soaking wet unfaithful pussy being hosed with thick white ropes of potent alpha sperm.

Now it was Sam’s turn to flop lifelessly down on top of Linda, pinning her to the mattress under the weight of his huge, sweat soaked body. Pangs of jealousy and cuckold angst gripped pipsqueak’s innards as he watched through the misted-up bag as the woman he loved more than anything in the world stroked her lover’s back with her perfectly manicured nails while she spoke into his ear, deliberately loud enough for her husband to hear, ‘Thank you baby, thank you. I love how you fuck me and make me yours, you’re amazing!’