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I don’t wish this to seem like a ‘Dear Jane’ letter to a problem page. However, I find myself in quite a dilemma, an agony and ecstasy situation of my own making. My beautiful wife can do the cruelest things to me, including fucking another man, all with my blessing. So how did I end up in this state of living in Heaven and Hell?

As a good looking, intelligent, 29 year old man with a good personality, I did not have many problems attracting the opposite sex. My only negatives were that I had the baggage of an ex wife and kids and a small cock.

Despite this, I still could not believe how lucky I was to end up with my wife. Jane is my ideal woman in looks, brains and personality. She was 21 at the time, a tall, slim and beautiful brunette. 19 years later she is much the same.

Life with her, including sex was great. We married and eventually had kids and I became a relatively successful businessman.  The big ’But’ is of course that sex became less and less frequent. With hindsight, I was always keener and probably enjoyed myself more than my wife. Once the children arrived, that seemed to be the end of her sexual desire. When we eventually had sex I felt that she was doing me a favour! She was of course, but I needed more than that.

All my insecurities came to the surface. I never had felt good enough for her. I don’t think my little cock has ever made her come, although I’ve always used my tongue to good effect. My sexual self esteem suffered so much that I was struggling to maintain an erection.

Then one day she made a negative comment. “Is that pathetic thing going to work, or can I go to sleep?” This confirmed my fears but had the surprise effect of instantly making me hard as a rock! I duly and quickly finished the act with a gusto I had lacked for ages, and that was when my sex life changed, probably forever.

I now derived a pleasure from being inferior to her, I worshipped her. Sex was no more frequent but she realised that she could speed it up, if she wished, by insulting me. I was masturbating more and more, always thinking of her dominating me and then eventually of the ultimate humiliation of her having sex with other men. I tried to raise the subject with her, but she thought I was sick. I never gave up and out of love, or pity, she tried various things, spanking and bondage etc.

I thought she could be a great dominatrix but she would never let herself go, except for one memorable night. The kids were staying with their grandparents, always a promising sign. We had dinner and a couple of drinks and whilst I did the dishes she went upstairs.

She came down dressed in her sexiest underwear, stockings and suspenders and high heels (despite constant begging she never liked to put these on). I wanted to ravish her on the spot and almost charged towards her, only to be met by a slap across the face “What the fuck do you think you are doing!” she said. “Do you think you are worthy of this gorgeous body? Take off your clothes, let me have a look at you” I quickly did as instructed and stood before her, instinctively lowering my eyes. She laughed “What the hell do you expect me to do with that? You pathetic, excuse for a man.” My cock loved this of course and strained to its full 4 inches. She slapped it hard! “You are such a disappointment to me, I could have any man I want and I’m stuck with you.” This would hurt most men but it was music to my ears. I said “I’ve suggested you should fuck someone, I know I’m not capable of satisfying you” She got mad and slapped me again “Who said you could speak? Get on your knees and don’t move!”

She left the room and returned with a thin garden cane, she gave a quick swish across my buttocks and ordered me to lean forward over the sofa. She then seemed to unleash years of frustration by giving me the beating I always thought she was capable of. At the same time she dished out all the insults and more that I had asked for over time and told me of the great sex she had enjoyed prior to me. All the stuff of my dreams now a reality!

Once finished she threw down the cane and told me to wank my pathetic dick if I was capable and turned to leave. As I lay on my back she turned to me with a serious expression, “When you’ve finished, don’t disturb me. I don’t want you near me tonight, sleep in the spare bedroom. And another thing, don’t ever mention any of this to me or I will never do anything for you again”

The next morning she told me to forget last night, nothing like it would ever happen again. She said that she found my submissive behaviour unattractive and that she would no longer pander to my desires. I was devastated and fearful that if I did not change my ways I could lose her!

For a while we had sex a bit more frequently and, as promised, I complied with her wishes. The only difference was that she usually masturbated after I had finished. I didn’t complain. Sex again started to be a rare treat and I reverted to my masturbation regime. She once caught me wanking while sniffing a pair of her panties. After that she regularly threw a pair at me when she went to bed. It was a concession I welcomed, although I suspect it was done so that she did not have to put any effort in to give me satisfaction.

For the next couple of years this is how it remained, we seemed very happy together although I, for one, remained frustrated. If I tried to raise the subject of my desires she quickly halted the subject. I felt my feelings would have to remain in my head forever. That was until the day I came home unexpectedly to find my ‘Goddess’ of a wife dressed in stockings on our bed sat on top of another man’s big cock!

My meeting at the accountants had finished earlier than expected. Being close by I decided to go home and surprise my wife and take her out for lunch. I pulled onto the drive to see an unfamiliar car at the side of the house.

I went in without shouting my usual greeting and heard what, at first, I thought was a porn movie. It was the sound of raucous sex! It had to be my wife but I had never heard her shout out like that before. I followed the sound upstairs then froze outside our bedroom door. I stood there, unsure what to do. My heart was racing. To say I had mixed emotions would be an understatement. I was shocked of course, angry, and my throbbing cock confirmed I was excited. Amazingly, I also felt guilty that I might possibly interrupt my wife during such a private time.

I struggled to make my mind up. I was tempted to just listen and masturbate. If I went in would I be angry and attack the man? Or, would I ask to join in? I was very close to just sneaking out and never mentioning it, that would be the easiest thing to do. Then, all of a sudden I found the courage to go in, to be faced with a sight I will never forget.

Lying back on my bed was a naked, vaguely familiar man. Sat astride him, gyrating up and down, was the love of my life, my stunning wife Jane. To rub salt in, she wore fishnet stockings that I adored but had never seen.

The man was shocked and moved to get up but Jane pushed him back down. “Don’t dare stop now! It’s only my weasel of a husband, keep on fucking me!” She never missed a beat. In fact she increased the tempo as I just stood there, speechless.

“What the hell are you doing here? Get out!” I turned to go, unable to reply. “No wait” she said “Sit down and watch a real man in action, but don’t dare speak or move until I say.” I meekly followed her instructions and sat at the dressing table.

The man had a bemused smile on his face but continued the job at hand, fucking my wife! The tempo and noise increased until Jane reached a climax, the like of which I did not think she was capable of.

They embraced and kissed like they had finished but then after a short while the guy said it was his turn and told her to get on all fours. He rose from beneath her to reveal a cock, some 7 or 8 inches long and the body of an athlete. Boy, did I feel inferior! He proceeded to fuck her from behind with my wife offering noisy encouragement. As she shouted like a whore, she looked into my eyes constantly, mockingly. This continued to a crescendo and another orgasm for Jane.

They fell back into a loving embrace and then my wife turned to me and told me to get back to work and not to ever discuss this with her. Embarrassingly, I told her that I could not because when they both came, so had I! I needed to clean up and get changed. They both burst out laughing. “You really are pathetic, stand up and drop your trousers, let’s have a look at the mess you’ve made”

Again, this time with much trepidation, I did as she instructed. Out of fear and embarrassment, my small penis decided to shrivel up to it’s smallest. What a sight I looked, I wished for a hole to disappear down. They were most amused at my predicament “You need to jump in the shower, take the rest of your clothes off,” she said.

As I stood there naked, the guy decided to confirm his physical superiority, he stood up. He looked about 10 years younger than me and stood a couple of inches taller than my 5’ 10”, though our demeanours were such that it seemed more. I was in decent shape for my age but next to him I looked like a flabby couch potato. Amazingly, he approached me to introduce himself! He shook my hand. “Hi, I’m Gary.” Sadly, I responded cordially, “I’m David, nice to meet you.” He smiled and went into my en-suite for a shower.

My wife looked at me with pity, shaking her head. “Go and clean yourself up, we need to talk”

Once dressed we went downstairs and they talked whilst I listened! Gary was a parent of a girl in my daughter’s class, hence the recognition. He was a fireman with a busy working wife so had plenty of spare time. They knew each other via the playground, but their affair had begun once Jane joined a gym a few months ago. One day she shared the Jacuzzi with Gary who had been a member for years and... flirting led to coffee, to lunch and eventually sex.

She apologised, not for the affair, but for the way I’d found out. They assured me that they had no intention of taking their relationship beyond sex. She said I was a good father and would not want any changes that could affect the children.

On the other hand they had no intention of ending their ‘fantastic sex life’. In fact, now that I knew, I could be useful in helping them to spend more time together by being an alibi for Gary! I would become his friend and take him to the pub each week to play pool. I could pick him up, take him to the pub for an hour, take him to my house to fuck my wife and then drive him home via the pub for another drink!

 They decided it was a great idea without consulting me and then told me to go to work. Gary gave me a parting shot to confirm our positions. “Just one thing before you go,” he said. “Your wife is mine now so keep your hands and your little todger away from her! Understand?” My face flushed and I looked across at Jane, smiling. “Yes Gary,” and left to the sound of their laughter.

Jane had this amazing skill in keeping parts of her life separate. Nothing seemed to change in the house except for a near complete lack of physical contact between us. After a few days I was beginning to think I may have dreamt it all and then I received a text message from Gary, ‘Fucked your wife today! Pick me up next Tuesday at 8’.

I picked Gary up at the allotted time and we went to the pub. This time together was, and still is, a real chore to me. I have to pay of course and I have to listen to his bragging about everything. Even his football team are a lot better than mine. He beats me at pool and darts and, of course, he likes to describe in detail what he does with my wife! I must admit that this is the only thing I get a perverse pleasure from.

At the house my role was to sit in the hall whilst they used the spare bedroom, which was on the ground floor. I sat outside the door listening to the goings on inside, with specific orders not to masturbate or indeed ejaculate. When they had finished Jane would usually say she would be in bed when I got home and did not want to be disturbed by me so I should sleep in the spare bed.

In the pub on the way to his house he explained in detail what he had done with my wife. Later, lying in a bed with the smell and mess of sex, I envisioned their lustful acts and generally added to the mess 

Things remained pretty much the same for the next few weeks with Jane never speaking a single word about it. I only knew of her daytime escapades from his text messages. One night my role changed as I was summoned into the bedroom half an hour I had brought Gary home.

They lay on the bed naked, spent after their first session. “I’ve been telling Gary that you are not just an impotent, dickless wonder but that you really want to be my slave and will do anything I command without question,” she said. “He’s interested in seeing this, so let’s get started. Strip and fall to your knees!” I instantly replied, “Yes Mistress” and did as told.

Gary laughed but Jane did not. “Now make yourself useful, as you can see we have just fucked and our genitals are soiled. They need cleaning before we fuck again so get to work with your mouth.” I quickly put my head between her legs and lapped up the juices within. “That will do,” she said

“Now you know what to do.” I looked at him, grinning, with his hands behind his head and hesitated. Jane rose and slapped me hard. “Don’t dare disobey me! Suck his cock clean!” I did as told until his huge dick grew hard in my mouth. “That will do ‘Nancy boy’ I’m going to fuck your wife again now.” I stood silently to the side and watched them perform. I think Jane relished the audience and put on a show good enough to make me come without touching myself. She saw it but said nothing until she had her own orgasm. “You disgusting animal, have you no control?” She ordered me to lick up my mess off the carpet and stay on all fours.

“You need to learn some restraint,” and then produced a riding crop out of a drawer. She’d obviously had this planned as I had never seen it before.  Much to Gary’s amusement she proceeded to whip my buttocks hard. Gary asked if he could have a go. She said of course he could but first it would be better to make it official. She addressed me. ”I’ve decided I like the idea of having you as a slave. If it were not for your fatherly duties I would dismiss you out of my life. Your weakness disgusts me so if you wish to stay you must follow my rules”

She told me that I should move permanently into the spare room, I would have to do all the household chores and I would have no life outside of the home and work. In public and with the children we would act as before but in private I would do her bidding without question. During that time I would refer to her as ‘Mistress‘, and, this was the killer, I would call Gary ‘Master!’ I would also follow his orders without question.

“You now have a choice. You can decline my offer and make plans to leave or you can beg Gary to beat you.” I was stunned but as she probably expected I gave my answer, “Please Master, give me the beating I deserve. I want to serve you and my Mistress forever. Please don’t make me leave.” He obliged, tentatively at first but he soon struck me with great pleasure. “You really are the most pathetic specimen I’ve ever met, Nancy (this was now his pet name for me), you’re going to regret this!” When he finished I thanked them both for the opportunity to serve them.

On the way home he ridiculed me and said he was going to make the most of his new status. Rather than go to the pub he told me to drive down a country lane and park up. “I’m going to test you out now, Nancy,” he said. “I want to see how low you will go. Get your pathetic dick out.” I did as told. He then punched me hard in my side. “You forgot to say, ‘yes Master!’ Now wank that worm hard!” I felt sick but did as told, although I struggled to get hard. He seemed angry and struck me again.

“What’s wrong with you? Give it here.” He grabbed my penis hard and pulled it vigorously. It was obvious he was bisexual and that his anger was probably directed more at himself than me. I realised this could be dangerous for me so closed my eyes and tried to blank out the reality. This seemed to work and he replaced his hand with his mouth until I came. He grabbed me by the throat “Tell anyone of this and I will kill you!”

From then on I was present at their sex sessions, to follow orders and to receive beatings. Gary seemed to want more of my involvement than Jane did. One week he suggested that for a laugh he should give me the ultimate humiliation and fuck me like a dog. I sensed reluctance on Jane’s part but she agreed and seemed to enjoy watching although I suspect she felt a little jealous. They both beat me with extra zeal, I guess for different reasons. She bought a strap on that gave her the clitoral stimulant she enjoyed when she fucked my arse or mouth and they sometimes like to ‘spit roast’ me.

She wanted me to be less involved in their actual sex sessions, so she made our garage into a discreet dungeon. She got a lockable cupboard that she used to store her growing collection of whips, canes and other devices she used on me. She also had an exercise bench that would position me on. The most used items, however, were a couple of strong hooks fitted in a roof beam. To these I would be suspended with the aid of manacles out of her store cupboard.

Most of their meetings start with me chained up naked and end with them coming in to hurt me in various ways. This obviously did not fulfill Gary’s desires as he began to order me to his house, secretly, to satisfy his needs. I hate it.

Once the children were in bed and my chores finished, I used to be able to sit quietly with her to watch TV. Now I am chained up most nights and released when she goes to bed without a word to me. When she is in the mood she will give me a thrashing. She has always suffered with PMT so for a few days each month I am a very painful (for me) cure.

One bonus for me is her increased sex drive that Gary cannot always be there to satisfy. She can get a good orgasm from whipping me then fucking me with her strap on. I relish these intimate moments, but best of all, sometimes she likes to sit on my face so my tongue can go to work. I can get suffocated at times but it is well worth the suffering!

She regularly has friends around of an evening and tells them I am out, again! In reality I am hung up in the garage. She likes to pop in and give me a couple of strokes of the cane, threatening that if I make any noise she will invite her friends in to see how pathetic I am. I bet if they knew I did all the cleaning, washing, ironing, shopping etc, they would probably want a husband like me!

So that’s my life now. As I hang there I often wish that I had sneaked out of the house that fateful day nearly 2 years ago when I had the chance. The chance to fulfill your fantasies is very hard to ignore, all I would say friends is, ’Be careful what you wish for!’

The End
 

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