Lesbian Cuckold

My wife Charlotte and I have been married for ten wonderful years. We meet by pure chance in an Ikea parking lot five years before that, when she’d had some trouble loading up her car and I stopped to help. I think she sensed right away that I was a submissive man, because she invited me back to her place that very night. Well, more like ordered me. I hadn’t realized that I was submissive or that I liked pain, but one night with Charlotte had made me addicted.

Charlotte is a short, flame-haired, firecracker of a woman, with petite breasts and large hips. I’m at my happiest when I’m serving her with my head between her legs.

I’m 5’9″ and rail thin, in a way that hides lean muscle. I keep myself in excellent shape, biking hundreds of kilometers each week. My wife loves to run her hands over my six pack, admiring my muscles and teasing me with a touch that’s tantalizingly close to my cock at the same time.

Last year, Charlotte realized that she found women hot. She asked if we could begin sleeping with women together. She held me down as she asked and whispered incredible things we could do to them in my ears. She was interested in using me as another instrument of domination – after she’d have her way with them, she’d make me fuck them too.

I was an enthusiastic supporter of the idea and so we put out a Craigslist advertisement and waited for results to come in.

That week was torture. Charlotte heightened my anticipation by putting me in a chastity cage. When we looked at the pictures women would submit, she’d play with my dick through the cage, but she wouldn’t take it off of me or let me cum, no matter how much I begged. After the third day, she even made me tell her whenever I had a sexual thought outside of looking through the profiles. She caned me twenty times for each thought I had. It was delightful torture

Finally, we settled on Robyn. She was taller than my wife, almost as tall as me. She had dark hair, dark eyed, and was solidly built. She was finishing up her last year of university and wanted the release of sex without the work of a relationship. She said that she loved the idea of fucking my wife while I helplessly watched and got a thrill at the thought of being fucked by a sub at the orders of his master.

Charlotte celebrated finding Robyn by tying me to the hook in our playroom and beating me with a cane until my legs gave out, dragging me to the bed, tying me face down, and pegging me until I couldn’t think straight. Once I had recovered and thanked her for my ordeal, she shoved my face into her pussy and told me I could thank her by making her come.

She didn’t take me out of the cage, but she did reward me with a prostrate orgasm. In the shower, afterwards, she was extraordinarily tender to me. She washed me off and patted me dry and let me eat her out again. She understood better than anyone else ever had what I needed and when I needed it.

It was three further days until Robyn came over and those days were some of the most deliciously frustrated days of my life. I was horny basically all of the time, which earned me dozens of canings. I didn’t care about that, didn’t care that my dick was frequently pressed up against its containing cage. All I could think of was how excited I was to see Charlotte dominate another woman and how hot it was that I would be used like just another of her tools.

Robyn arrived in normal street clothes, as Charlotte requested. Charlotte wore a black dress, while I was already naked (except for my cage). Robyn seemed a bit taken aback by this at first, but she softened when I took her coat and offered her wine. As she shucked off her coat, I saw that she hadn’t worn a bra, just like Charlotte had asked.

Robyn accepted the wine. I ushered her to the living room, where I kneeled down and acted as the table.