Fucking well kneel out there and wait

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2 years 3 months ago #5 by admin
By Lutheran Maid:


We were going to a party over at Kelly's and of course Rafael would be there. Rafael the fucking half cast super smooth lothario that Jennifer never seemed to stop talking about. How I hated that fucker. Jennifer wanted Rafael. If he was interested in her too, then it would happen. He would take her and I was, well I was petrified. It wasn't that the thought of him shafting her didn't get me stiff. She knew that it did. She had found my secret stash of favourite cuckold porn. I couldn't pretend that I wasn't interested in this. I was. No, it was just that I couldn't cope with where this might lead. i couldn't cope with it becoming a relationship. I couldn't handle the idea of being pushed out completely. I watched Jennifer strap the Breil ergo watch on her wrist, the flamboyant time piece that matched her halter neck jumpsuit. The whole thing looked playful, something to romp in. I wondered how long it might take the fucker to get it off her?

'If Raf fucks me I don't want you watching understood?'

I gulped in response. My eyes must have looked like those on a fucking hedgehog moments before it gets squished by a 10 ton truck.

'May be he doesn't want to go that far, may be it is just flirting' I ventured weakly.

She smiled at me like I was some kind of simpleton. She touched my cheek with her hand and kissed me lightly on the lips.

'How many women do you know that have just been flirted with by him? He fucks who he wants' she observed playfully.

That was sickeningly true. Women went to him, mesmerised, accepted his hand down between their legs and then his cock up their cunts. They all submitted to him, married and single alike, as if it was essential rule of the universe. He had fucked two of Jennifer's married girlfriends. Each had taken several nights hard fucking and then there had been the bust up when the husband intervened. Rafael beat the men senseless, that was how it always worked out. But rumour was that he was looking for a compliant husband. Jennifer had seen my stuff, she'd seen my stuff.

'It's going to humiliate you, but tonight, i want you to make it clear to him that I wear the pants'.

She does of course. She controls the finances. She owns the house. She has the better job.

'yes' I conceded with a sinking feeling.

'Nothing too gross or fawning, just do as I say in front of him. Speak when I speak to you. When he addresses you, keep your eyes down, understood?'

'yes'.

'Good' she said crisply, and directed me to top up her nail varnish. I paint with great care and precision. 'He may come back here with me. if he does, you may have to sleep out in the car. You will do as he tells you.'

It's like she is skewering me with cocktail sticks, stuck in over and over again.

'Please…..please….I need to watch…..I need to understand…..'

'No!' she snapped in response, 'I don't want you watching him fuck me. You will wait where you are told. Don't you understand how this works? Didn't those dirty little films teach you?'

My lips are quivering. I know that they are. I want to beg her. I want to beg that I attend them.

'You have to accept it John, Rafael enjoys me his way. He sets his rules. He says what role you will play…'

Oh fucking hell. Oh no! My heart aches suddenly, like I'm about to have a heart attack.

'I don't know what will happen to you. Whether i will ever want you in some way. I don't know. Now, a clear lacquer top coat please.'

'Yes, of course…understood' i whisper.

This is excruciating. You have to know that. You must have felt it too, imagined it in some way. The complete, absolute and irrevocable capitulation to another man and what he will do with your wife. The surrender of influence. The submission to a new lord of the manor, for that is what she wants him to be. I know it instinctively, that as much as I need to think about it, to see her going with another man, for Jennifer that is simply not enough. He has to dominate me. That is what is sexy in her head. That is what stirs her base instincts. She wants to be his bitch.

Her nails are air dried and we go downstairs, Jennifer collecting her Gucci handbag and a silk scarf en route. I am dressed in slacks, an open necked shirt and a jacket. Its plain stuff beside her. She's the dove and I'm the crow that for now she troops with. I am told that i will drive tonight. I'm not to drink. i'm not to run away inside a bottle. If I am going to live this way then i must make the sober commitment.

'Oh….and John….I wouldn't change your mind…..Raf is liable to hit you…..OK?'

Resigned I nod and get the car door for her. Her perfume is intoxicating. Her hair lustrous. She looks casually, chic perfect. It is terrible. My dick is straining in my pants and she fucking well knows it.

The party is outrageous. May be there are nearly 200 people there in a modest sized house with a convenient garden and discreet summer house locations to snog in. There are loads of beautiful people there. half a dozen or more Rafa types. So I feel like the ugly pillock in the beauty contest. I smile a lot, i make small talk and accompany my wife fetching drinks as she requires. Raf found her quickly. There are other lays, he has enjoyed a few, but now, he senses it, tis true, Jennifer's husband is a fucking weakling. May be there won't be the need to punch someone about because he has found a spine someplace. The bastard starts chatting her up watching me as he does so. I glance down. Rafael checks Jennifer's expression as he betters me with that look.

'John is weak…he does as i tell him' she says casually to him. I fucking hate it and love it in an instant. I don't want it this way. but I am made this way. I need to be bettered, by her, not by him. But I can't deny my nature. However much sometimes it makes me want to crawl into a corner and quietly die, this IS how things are. Jennifer glances at me as I stand silently beside them. She decides to demonstrate, checking her watch.

'Fuck off for half an hour, you bore me' she said calmly, coldly to me.

He smiles. She is serious. Her look intense. i blush. I cough, think about some excuse and then nod, departing feeling like a cockroach.

'He completely to heel?' I hear Rafael drawl as i step away.

'Yes' Jennifer responds.

They spent that half hour in the summer house, out in the garden. He fucked her, i know that he did. He must have rolled down the top her jumpsuit, bent over a seat out there and beneath the full milk white moon stuffed his fucking cock up her cunt. At any rate, when she came back in, she smelled of him. She smelled of what he had done with her and no one else seemed to notice. Other women were getting serviced by alpha males. It was like a dystopia, a society where we all pretended not to notice. But it was real. It was FUCKING REAL!!

'You're going to drive us home tonight John, we have both been drinking' she said calmly.

I wanted to ask her. I wanted to ask about the fucking. I wanted to see her creamed up cunt. Instead, my head swimming with the smell of his coupling I said meekly,

'yes M'am'.

And you say things like that. You say them because she smells of his semen. You say that because she seems not just perfect now, she seems a alpha bitch. It is not just that she fucks with someone better, it is that she knows she is someone better because she is now with him.

'I have told Rafa that you will do all that you are told, ' she said studying me with her cornflower blue eyes, 'I have told him that if you don't I want him to hurt you.'

It made me shudder. I felt my hand shake. I felt my bowel knot. it was like a cramp or something, a moment of terrible panic.

'Yes M'am' I repeated. I felt a fool in the second. Before the second had ended, i felt that. But it was too late. She had accepted the submission. She had accepted that we would' be the same from now on. Neither of us could forget this moment.

'Are you crying?' she asked, looking intently into my eyes.

I blushed.

'Don't, or else Rafa will give you something to cry for, ' she admonished sternly.

I drove them home silently. Not a word from me. Rafael wanted classical music on, so that was what they got. Then he fingered and kissed her in the back of the car, to fucking Mozart, whilst i tried to concentrate on the road ahead. There the smell of her again. Erotic, compelling in the cabin of the car. The smell of his gloopy fucking thick semen being fingered around her stretched young cunt. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I got the car doors for them and Rafael eyed me. I must have intrigued him. What manner of creature was I? What was a fucking cuckold really like? She seemed to have such complete control of me, it made her seem such an arrogant, hot little bitch. You could see that he liked that!

'In the house' he told me, and beckoned for me to follow.

Jennifer glanced at me and laughed.

'I told you, he's completely wet week. He won't be a problem. '

Despatched to fix a nightcap drink, they were kissing and touching when I came back. The front crotch material of her jump suit was damp from where he had already fucked her, the way that he had petted her in the car. Now his hands were all over her curvy arse, his mouth all over hers as she mewed and accepted his masterly attentions.

'this the first time you made him realise that he will have a master?' Rafael asked.

She nodded.

'You like doing that to him?'

She glanced my way…

'yes…' it sounded as though she was about to justify it. But he interrupted her in an instant,

'good!'

They made their way to the stairs. The bastard checked me again and gestured to follow. Jennifer watched me. She wasn't entirely sure. Not now, not this first time. he caught he look, he noted her desire.

We made our way up the stairs, over the creaking steps and along the bare wood landing. They made their way to the master bedroom. i watched Jennifer step inside. She accepted his kiss, his hand between her legs. She looked again at me as though i was a lump of shit beneath her boot.

'Fucking kneel out there and wait!' he snapped.

My wife watched me sink onto my knees. She watched me go down with some difficulty. A skiing accident. It hurt to stay on my knees. The little bitch knew it.

He started to neck with her again. She looked down at me. Fuck you her look said, so it hurts, get over it.

'You needing it again?' he asked her in that fucking base voice of his.

She nodded.

I watched her release the halter strap of her jumpsuit. i watched the material drop and then my wife step out of it. I watched her bra come off, but not the watch, not the pearls. She was fucking near buck naked for him and her cunt…dear god…her cunt was matted with his spunk. I watched him push his fingers inside her. She gasped appreciatively and sought his mouth again with hers. He kicked the door to.

My knees crucified me. I can't tell you how fucking painful they felt! The urge to slip sideways onto my arse was huge. But what of he stepped out? What if he saw that I had disobeyed him. The fucking bed creaked, and then banged against the wall. the fucking bed was knock, knock, knocking, rapping out the rhythmic coupling of their bodies. i tried to imagine how big his prick was? I tried to imagine where he had her legs. I pictured her newly painted nails digging into the sheets as he banged full shaft up her. Rafael made my wife beg, scream and groan by turn. A woman who has lost control, she descends to base instincts. i could her her grunting on him, taking it like a bitch on heat.

Fifteen agonising minutes. FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES LISTENING TO THEM! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?! I whimper. I am crying, the pain in my knees exquisite, my dick stiff and my head spinning with the noises that they make.

Please god, no, don't beg him again, please Jennifer, please……..but she is begging again. Fuck it! Fuck it….he is not 'darling'. You fucking slut! You fucking slut, i never wanted this. i never ever wanted this. it was a fantasy…a dirty idea, oh fucking please no.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, the fucking is relentless.

And she is taking it. She is taking it like a whore.

'Please Raffy…..oh please….give it to me…..please darling.'

He loads her. He loads her grunting and making her scream.

I breathe out and my shoulders sink.

Did I hold that last breath?

How long?

How was that possible?

Fucking hell, I have wet myself. Without touching myself I have ejaculated in my pants.

'yes, oh god yes, thank you…yes, all of it….I want you.'

Then silence.

A long silence.

The door opens and framed against the soft lighting beyond my mistress stands naked before me. She hasn't said a word. She steps forward. There is something that she wants to show him that she can make me do.

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