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Hot Wife Stories: Humiliation and Lust

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The passion has always burned strong inside of me, for as long as I can remember I’ve had this desire to control a man in ways that may not be the normal for most, but for me, it was the most natural feeling in the world. I tried to get passed it, but when I heard Trent ask me on that Autumn night, “Sandy, would you be my wife?” I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more at that moment. But then, as the months drug by so slowly, I could feel myself withdrawing from him in ways that he couldn’t understand. I tried to explain that I wanted to remain married to him, because no one else would provide the financial lifestyle I had grown accustom to, and I knew how much he enjoyed going to his fancy work parties and having a hot wife on his arm, so that part worked out beautifully for both of us, but that is where the mutual satisfaction ended.

I wanted a cuckold husband, nothing more, nothing less. I couldn’t imagine myself crawling into our king sized bed each night and pretending that his touch did anything for me, because it didn’t. What I wanted was to share my body with another lover, to feel his hands sliding up and down my petite waist, feeling the softness of my skin while my breasts rested in the palm of his hands perfectly. I wanted a lover that I could flaunt in front of my cuckold husband, to let him know that he never brought me any sexual satisfaction, instead, it was the act of sucking and fucking in front of him with another man that excited me more than anything.

My words flowed through Trent’s mind, but I wasn’t sure he really understood what I was saying, so I decided actions should speak louder than words.

He got home at the normal time, and as I stood in front of the window, looking at nature budding to life in the Spring season he had nothing to say when he came through the front door. I looked at him, though to myself how pathetic he seemed to be and how much I wanted to drive the point home that he was a cuckold, and if he wanted to keep me as his hot wife, he would always be only a cuckold. When he sat down on the sofa to go through the day’s mail, I slipped my blouse off, standing in front of the window with my big breasts exposed, my jeans clinging tightly to my lean hips and my long hair flowing across my shoulders I could almost see the spark in his eyes, he was thinking I began to get naked for him, but how wrong he was. With the slam of a cab’s car door and the ring of the doorbell I greeted my lover in an already aroused state.

I walked him by the hand into the living room, and told him to pay no attention to Trent, he was just my and he would be nothing more than a spectator to our sexual endeavor. Since Adam was already hard as a rock, he didn’t rebuttal in any way except to unzip his jeans and allow my hands to wander inside, to unleash his throbbing cock. Trent sat with his eyes fixated on my every action, his jaw slightly dropped but not uttering a word. I lowered myself to the carpet and opened my mouth, applying my oral skills to Adam, sucking in his thick and might inches with a frenzy like I had never shown to Trent. I couldn’t resist but to make eye contact with him, I wanted to see the on his face and it greeted me with such an excitement, it’s as if it instilled power into the plunges I made to Adam’s cock. His hand wrapped through my long hair as he fed my face faster and I could tell the load was churning in his balls.

I stood up, slipped out of my jeans and then stretched across the loveseat, hiking my tight, sweet ass high into the air for him to take me, I wanted to be sure I was facing Trent, I didn’t want to miss one expression on his cuckold face, that was what would drive me into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. My tits flipped and jiggled as Adam drove every inch deep into my already cream coated vaginal area, he plunged and thrust with a fury, as if it were driving him with desire as well to know we were being watched by the man wearing a matching wedding band to my own. I couldn’t hold back as my own orgasm was approaching and I found myself screaming things such as, “Watch us fuck, you’re nothing but a cuckold!” “You could never satisfy me this way, I feel like a real woman now!” And then the explosion erupted over Adam’s dick, my juices sprayed with force and encased his erection. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, and they were tighter and tighter, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before his own spurting streams of cum would be filling my belly with total relinquish.

Adam pulled my hair hard, and as his hips lunged forward, driving his salty spunk deep inside of me, the look of disbelief still showered across Trent’s face. We both collapsed across the loveseat, our bodies heaving as we tried to catch our breath, to regain composure.

As Adam pulled his now flaccid cock from my pussy he slowly began to get dressed, telling me that he had a job interview that he would be late for, but that he would call me later. I stood up on shaky legs and struck a bit of a pose in front of Trent, as if one more way to flaunt my accomplishment before reaching my fingers down to slide the mixture of our juices across my digits, and then I walked to Trent, rubbed my fingers under his nostrils and told him that a cuckold deserves to smell the scent of his hot wife and her lover. He just looked at me. I then demanded his wallet, after all, it was only fitting that he should pay for Adam’s cab fare back to town.

The Power of Being A Hot Wife

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Daphne always knew her answer to wanting just what she wanted would be her hot looks. With her shapely, long legs and large, ample breasts, that would be her ticket to the financial freedom she desired. So what if her husband was only a toy and a ploy to get into the social circles she desired. He bought her the big house on the hill, the huge rooms, the expensive furniture and supplied her with a long list of credit cards with no limits and a lifestyle that would suit her just fine. He saw her many sides when they were dating, he knew she could be a ruthless bitch when she wanted to be, but he knew if he wanted to keep her, he would shut up and do whatever she said. He enjoyed having a hot wife like her, a trophy to sport around and show off to all of his predominant friends.

He worked long hours to keep her satisfied, after all, she wanted what he could give her, but not himself. He enjoyed their courting time, when she would coo into his ear and seduce him with her charms, but only when she saw fit to play nice, otherwise, she just asked for money and then had the driver take her to the shops on the most expensive streets. After the lavish wedding and the last guest had left the reception, Stan wondered where his new bride had gone, he looked around the ball room, checked the hallways, but no sign of her. He walked outside and heard sounds coming from the limo, still decorated with the “Just Married” sign and the pale blue streamers. He opened the back door to find his raven haired hot bride straddling the driver, riding his hard cock like he was a bronco she was trying to break. She stopped only long enough to order him behind the wheel, to turn the mirror so he wouldn’t miss one passion filled moment of her sexual interlude, and that is when he realized he was her cuckold husband and if he didn’t want to lose her, then he would obey.

Now, nearly three years after their wedding night, nothing has changed, he continues to work long hours to support her desires, and she continues to bring fuck partners home to flaunt in front of him. She has him service them both, to bring them drinks, and warm towels to clean them up once their orgasms have erupted. She forever humiliates him and degrades him in whatever manner she can come up with, whether that means sending pictures of herself with a lover, and of course Stan in the background watching to his law partners, or placing a personal ad in the local newspaper, with her name and picture, advertising for lovers, with notice that her cuckold husband will be forced into watching each sexual endeavor.

Sometimes she would just make him watch once the action started, but many times it would be more than that. He knew that every Friday night at 8pm, he was to be at the door, awaiting the arrival of her newest partner, to open the door for him, take his coat and direct him to the bedroom. There she would be sprawled across the plush bed, with her thigh high stockings, tight clinging lingerie and of course those deadly high heels of hers, looking like a vision with her raven colored hair curling and framing her delicate features.

She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, and she held such a spell over him, it was almost an honor at times for him to service her whims. In the corner, next to the foot of the bed was an uncomfortable straight back chair, what she would call his cuckold perch, and that was the spot he had to be, to view every touch of fingers, the sliding of tongues, and of course the penetration of passion.

Tonight Daphne was feeling extremely dirty, and she wanted to humiliate Stan as much as she could, just to drive her pleasure over the edge into a euphoria that none of them would ever forget. As her lover spread himself across the bed and began to suck on her hardened nipples she ordered Stan to remove his clothing, and as he quickly stripped she made it a point to degrade him for the small penis that he sported, ridiculing him in every way possible. As her passion grew so did the bitterness of her words, and then she gave him the ultimate command of stroking his worthless, cuckold cock while she would feel true sexual satisfaction. Taking his shrunken meat into his fingers he pulled and jerked to get the blood rushing and it did, his cock grew with the anticipation of trying to please Daphne. As her body was ravished by her lover and her long legs were placed over his shoulders, she turned to see that Stan did indeed have an erection. She plied him with pathetic commands, telling him of his worthlessness and it seemed the more she humiliated him, the harder he would get, yes, Stan had indeed become the perfect for her.

As her own orgasm was approaching she could tell that Stan was also close to shooting his submissive load across his belly, and she wasn’t about to let that happen, this was for her pleasure only, not his. She ordered him to stop jerking on his pitiful dick, and even though his rhythm stopped, the pained look across his face told her she was indeed torturing him. Her hips bounced with such force, as she and her lover exploded together in a mind blowing orgasm. With Stan’s erection still more than apparent, he’s now left with the task of being the

Chastity Device

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As a longstanding cuckold, utterly subservient to my wife’s whims and desires, I have accepted my role and have learned that it will be the way of our sex life forever. She uses me at her whim – I am completely under her strictest control and there is nothing I can do about it. Recently, she has been using this on me she found at an adult store which only makes matters even more under her control. Obviously, she loves it. I am now under “chastity supervision”.

Now when I see her bring a man – or men – home with her to fuck in front of me and to carry on like a street whore, getting her sexual pleasure from strangers and guys from her (and, I hate admitting, from my) work, she grabs this new toy she found – a Male Chastity Device” – into which she basically locks my cock. So I am now cut off from masturbating while watching her fuck other men. Jerking off used to be a release for me – a way of sharing the experience, I guess – and certainly a “bone”, so to speak, where I could get off too. This seems almost cruel the way in which I am now this much more under the control of my total slut wife.

Now, when she brings men home, I sit and watch them make out, watch her get to her knees to bring out their cocks and give the blowjobs she was always so resentful of giving me, it drives me nuts. She will see my pants rising with that ‘tentpole’ forming underneath the jeans and then go grab her chastity device. She will make me strip, a fairly compromising thing to do in front of her new lover, and stand before her, naked. Next, she will couple the clasps of the device around my cock with a snap, explaining what she’s doing to the guy. A few times they suggest other measures, too, caught up as they are in the humiliation of me along with the wife. Sometimes, I get tied up and doubled over, hogtied, and forced to face them, straining at my fetters and with a purely painful sensation as my cock fills with lust and gets itself trapped inside the device. It takes easy breathing and some forced relaxation to keep my cock from really, really hurting. I try and control my own feelings as I watch them fucking and carrying on and it is not easy at all.

Last night, I got myself all tied up into chastity belt when my hot wife brought home these two guys from the pub on some sexual impulse of hers. She had me go get drinks – which I did, of course – and then sit across from them as they began carrying on, making small talk with all sorts of sexual allusions. Then it began. One of the guys slipped his hand down her front with his arm around her and she let him. Watching, I was getting pretty infused with all the usual feelings and sensations I get when she surprises her guests by her serious flirtations in front of her husband – a mix of humilation and lust, I guess – when I saw her top slip down and a tit come out. One of the guys grabbed her tit and pawed at it and it was “on”. Soon she was topless, of course, and she got to her knees as they started taking off their clothing. She sat them both back down and began sucking them both off, going from one to the other, right in front of me. When she had them both as hard as rocks, she turned with both their cocks in her hands, stopped the proceedings and announced:

“Just a second. I want my husband to get ready.” and she told me to strip. I got out of my clothes and stood there. She grabbed her little chastity device, mentioning to the guys how I had been a “bad boy, just a useless sonofabitch” and that I was a miserable over. She mentioned she wanted me to watch as some real men fucked her like “a woman really needs.” But she also wanted me to suffer just a little more than usual. She snapped the chastity belt into place, trapping my cock.The guys watched, fascinated, and I could see it turned them on. Their cocks were throbbing hard, ready to fuck my wife senseless.

One of them said “Tie him up, Annette.” Oh, my, so she did. Bending me over at the weist, she hogtied me, looping the ropes underneath me and securing my wrists to the rope attached to my ankles as well. Then she turned me so I was watching them. Needless to say, I was helpless and it was painful, not only target=”_blank”>being tied but with the device, as well, seeing as how this was all turning me on like mad.

Well, they fucked for hours. In fact, they even called a friend over who laughed when they told him what was going on and who had himself a surprised and gay old time mouth-fucking my hot wife while the other guys filled her other holes. She was in some outer realm herself as she got herself incredibly fucked, kicking her legs up, sucking cock like a street whore who could not get enough and, finally, wearing their cum all over her hot face. She smiled up at them, gratefully as the man juice dripped opff her cheeks and chin. She slurped it up greedily and swallowed it all.

When the guys packed up and left, she went to the shower, leaving me exactly where I was for almost an hour. Finally, she had mercy and came back in, purring and singing some romantic song under her breath. She undid my restraints, praising me for my compliance and telling me I “was doing better” as a I have to admit, it was quite some relief getting out of all that chastity devices she put me in and I must have jacked off for an hour and a half later, cumming nearly uncontrollably when I finally exploded. I “hit it” twice more before going to bed, too. That was one of the hottest nights ever.