I suppose this is the inevitable end our long story. Somewhere deep inside I knew it would end this way

My wife had cuckolded me almost two years ago. Oddly enough, it had been me who initiated it. I shared with her my fantasy of watching her having sex with other men. She was only a little surprised, more that I was willing to admit to this bit of kinkiness more than the the idea itself. She told me tat she was more than willing to make this fantasy a reality. I asked her what she had in mind. She told me that I was to just do as I was told and not to question her.

The next few weeks were a blur of sexual activity. Almost every night I was bound and forced to watch as my wife engaged in every perverse act imaginable with complete strangers. Every one of her orifaces was penetrated as I was made to watch. Penis after penis penetrated her. She eagerly received their semen in her mouth, on her breasts, and in her pussy. Often I was forced to lick the residue of her lovers from her before she slept. Masturbation was my only release. This was only allowed when she gave her consent, usually while she and her lovers watched.

Now the weeks and months have past. I am just an observer, a bit of sexual excitement for my wife and her lovers as they explore the limits of their debauchery. Her latest man is a surgeon. His will dominates my wife’s thinking. She accepts his suggestions without question. Perhaps I am under his spell, as well. I do not know anymore. My existence seems to be defined by the sexual fantasies of my wife and her lovers.

The surgeon has proposed that they castrate me. My testicles are to be a delicacy accompanied by a before dinner aperitif. I will be shaved. Then he will give me a local anesthetic and perform a double orchidectomy. Incisions will be be made in my lower abdominal and my testicles pulled up by their connecting tubes. A quick snip on each inguinal tube and I will be castrated. To celebrate, they will sauté my testicles in a white wine sauce and enjoy them as a first course.

My wife has asked for my consent for this end to my manhood. I have not yet replied, but the answer is inevitable.

Swinging Party Cuckold

By the time Elise and her husband had arrived at the party, there were already eight other couples there. No sooner than Elisa was in the door, she’d turned to her husband and commanded him to strip naked. As he stood there, bare as the day he was born, Elisa took her time accepting a glass of wine. We all watched them, amazed and curious. Finally settled, Elisa clearly her voice and proclaimed, “This is my husband. Take a look at his dick, and you’ll see that it’s encased in a cage. This is because he’s my cuckold. He’s here to participate in the party, but he won’t be allowed to fuck or cum.” Some of the women looked at Elise’s husband dubiously, but she quickly shushed them.
“Don’t worry, ladies,” she said. “Despite his restrictions, he will have no problem serving you and bringing you great pleasure. He has a skillful tongue, and there have been nights when he’s used it on me for hours at a time. I can’t tell you how many times he’s eaten my pussy all night long. I beg of you, don’t hesitate from asking something of him, because he’s been trained to do as you command.”
The ladies all nodded, and it was clear that their pussies were getting wet in anticipation. The thought of using this man as they pleased, without having to worry about his satisfaction? What a delight!
Next, Elise turned to the men of the room. “You, gentlemen,” she started. “Feel free to use my worthless husband, too. He’s been trained to serve you just as well as the ladies. He does wonders as a fluff, and whenever you find yourself in need of clean-up, he’ll be happy to use his mouth to rid your cocks of cum. Believe me when I tell you, this slut just can’t get enough of your jizz!”
It was with these words that all the guests nodded their heads, happy to know that they had a lovely cuckold that would see to their needs. One man wasted no time, approaching Elise’s husband and unzipping his pants. He grabbed the cuckold by the hair and brought his lips to his hard cock. Elise smiled as she watched her husband give this stranger a blowjob, sucking and licking while the party around them got louder and louder.
Over the course of the night, that cuck used his mouth to lick pussy, cock and cum. He brought the girls to orgasm, made the guys shoot hard and ensured that everyone was nice and clean before they left. By the end of the evening, everyone had agreed that this swingers’ party was the best ever, and it was all in thanks to Elise’s servant husband.

I paid Diane and lovers hotel bill

This might not be the dirtiest story around, but it’s certainly one that gets me rock-hard every time I think about it. Best of all, it’s 100% true.
I was once married to a woman named Diane. She was my first wife, and she was regularly fucking my former best friend, Dicker. Even moving away for a few years didn’t keep them apart, because they always found ways to hook up. One day, Diane told me that they’d be getting together for the weekend. She said it was my responsibility to book a room for them, pay for it and get Diane some gas money for Dicker. Of course, I obeyed.
The afternoon of their encounter, I drove Diane to the train station so she could meet up with Dicker. She looked stunning in her short leather skirt, dark stockings and stilettos. She looked like a high-priced prostitute ready to get it on with her john. She got on the train and took a window seat. It was only minutes later that a handsome, young, fit soldier sat beside her. Later, Diane would tell me that he’d purchased her several drinks and kept her pussy warm with his fingers. She said that she spent the entire weekend with Dicker’s huge, throbbing cock inside her willing cunt.
On Sunday morning – the day she was to return from her “trip” – the two woke up to find that Dicker’s car was gone from the parking lot of the hotel. They called the police and gave them their statements, then Diane called me to tell me that I’d be arranging for her to stay with her lover for another night. She had me send enough money to cover the room, their meals and even a night at the bar. Again, I did what I was told to do.
When Diane finally returned home, she told me all about what she did with Dicker. She told me what he did to her and how much she liked it. She went into great detail about how many times he made her cum and how he did it. A few days later, I got the idea that I should do a little digging. I pulled up the phone number for the hotel they were staying at and called, pretending to be Dicker’s insurance company. I have to admit I became hugely aroused when I was able to confirm with the front desk that my wife, Mrs. Jones, and Dickers stayed at the hotel for three nights, with all expenses being paid by credit card – by Mr. Jones! The receptionist made no attempt to disguise her voice as she pieced everything together, and I could feel my cock straining against my pants. I was so turned on by talking to the receptionist that I ended up calling several times, always pretending to be the insurance adjuster and always asking about how the room was paid for. Some of the receptionists didn’t connect the dots between who stayed and who paid, but whenever I got one who did, my dick got so hard. I talked to the same receptionist as the first time a few times, and she always seemed so shocked whenever she looked up the account and saw that the wife of Mrs. Jones was paying for a room for her and another man!
Eventually, I think they caught on to the fact that I wasn’t with the insurance company. I say this because one time I called, and I was told never to call again or they’d contact the authorities. That definitely turned me on more than any previous conversation!
I don’t know who pays for Diane’s weekend getaways these days, but I know I’d do it again in a heartbeat if she ever asked.