Hey everyone -- This is another cuckold story, more of a classic in the cuckold genre: humiliation, chastity, orgasm denial, cum eating, all of that. There's also a fair amount of sweat and foot fetish stuff, so if that's not your brand of vodka, be forewarned. I don't want to pigeonhole myself into just writing cuckold stuff -- that's not my plan and I definitely get tired of it at times -- but I'm game for it once in a while. As always, this is FANTASY -- it's larger than life, not meant to be totally realistic. All characters are older than 18 years old. And while it may be fantasy...let's hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy.
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Erika got back from her run right around the time the sun was setting. In Acidalia in August that was late, but it was still downright hot: the city had baked beneath a wave of triple digit temperatures for two weeks now, although that was set to let up starting tomorrow.
Not today though. Today it had still been hot as hell, and Erika's olive skin glistened with sweat in the fiery, dying light as she stepped into the front hallway.
"I'm back, Darren," she said, and giggled. "Back and sweaty."
Darren could smell her as soon as he saw her, the sharp aroma of fresh sweat all down her toned athlete's body. Tucked between the tops of her ample breasts, just inside the rim of her sports bra, Darren could see the keys to both his and Thad's chastity cages winking at him.
Teasing him.
She was going to use one of those keys to unlock a cage tonight, but Darren was pretty sure it wouldn't be his. The knowledge felt like a punch in the gut, seeing her like this.
He handed her the large glass of ice water he knew she'd want. He didn't have to be told.
"Thanks babe," she said, took it from him, and downed a good portion of it in a few swallows. "Whew. That was a good run though. Just barely made it home in time too; that was a little extra motivation."
"What time is Thad supposed to be here?" Darren asked, and even he could hear the glumness in his voice.
The thought of Thad getting to enjoy her -- sweaty, just a bit messy, dressed in a sports bra and his favorite, *favorite* tight pink running shorts of hers -- bordered on being unbearable. He didn't know if Thad had a thing for workout clothes in the way Darren did, but he'd specifically requested a session with her post-workout.
Erika giggled again and downed the rest of the water, then handed the glass back to him. She kissed him.
"Don't sound so excited babe," she said, and glanced down at her phone. "We set it for 8:00, so he should be here any minute. I'm going to go throw on some makeup and get ready a bit -- could you go get the room ready for us?"
Darren swallowed hard, and nodded. He hated getting the room ready for her and her lovers. She knew it too.
"And..." she paused, cocked her head to one side in that incredibly cute way of hers, her jet-black ponytail tossed over one bare shoulder. "Why don't you get a blindfold, a spreader bar, and that open-mouthed gag while you're at it?"
Darren nodded, and his eyes dropped to her feet in her running shoes. He would've done just about anything to be able to kiss and lick and sniff her feet just now, one more pleasure Thad would get to enjoy instead.
"Yes Erika," he said.
She patted him on the head in a condescending way she knew he hated. "Good boy. I'll see you in a bit. If Thad rings the doorbell before I'm ready and down there, just let him in and be a good host, OK?"
"Yes Erika," he said, knowing better than to say anything else.
She crossed the entryway's tile floor and headed up the stairs, to their master bedroom, giving Darren a heartbreakingly-perfect view of her toned ass in those hot pink shorts as she made her way up the stairs.
He sighed and winced, trying to will his dick to calm down inside the confines of its metal cage. Then he turned and headed for the finished basement below the stairs.
They'd converted these two rooms to another bedroom and a dungeon when Erika had decided she wanted to do some videos and maybe take a few clients on as a dominatrix. She'd always had a dominant streak, and Darren had always belonged to her in the relationship, in every way possible. He didn't come from money, but she did: her dad had been partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in either Acidalia or Galena City. He hadn't had much experience with kinky sex but she did: this was actually her second round of working as a pro-domme, her first having occurred 15 years earlier in college. And no one knew who Darren was -- the nameless midlevel manager of an office supply store -- but everyone knew Erika: maybe half of their income came from her work as an influencer online and a podcast of hers -- History of AmErika -- on which she discussed the untold history of kink in America.
Most of the time, Darren thought, alighting into the basement bedroom and pulling a pair of clean sheets from the closet, her sessions with clients hadn't really bothered him. It was a cuckold-dynamic, sure, but it was hot: he usually hadn't been present for them, and she'd sometimes whisper details about them into his ear while they fucked each other's brains out later on. The arrangement satiated her thirst for more adventurous sex as well.
But with Thad, things had been different. He'd started as a client, of course, but Erika had developed more of a relationship with him than her others. And then, one night toward the end of June -- one of the first really hot days of the summer -- she'd changed the dynamic entirely.
"God," she'd said that night, making her way over to where he sat on the couch, a wine glass in her hand, and kicking her leather boots up into his lap. "I had to hit up that studio downtown to record a podcast episode today, but there's, like, no parking down there at all. I wound up walking all over downtown in this heat and my feet are killing me, babe."
She'd giggled then, in that insanely cute way of hers.
"You know what to do," she'd said, and Darren had; he'd unzipped her boots and began to knead her moist socks, relishing the sharp smell of them as he did.
He'd been rock hard then, he remembered now, and it felt like a slap in the face. That had been before she'd put him in chastity.
"You know, babe," she'd said then, sipping the wine and pursing her lips. "I've been thinking about this whole situation with you and Thad, and how he's kind of become something of another submissive to me. A little bit more than a regular client."
Darren had swallowed hard. "Yeah?" He'd asked. "It sure seems like there is a little...bit more there."
"There is," Erika had told him. "Not that anyone could ever replace you, my dear. But it's just that I didn't get into this pro-domme thing expecting to get into an actual cuckold relationship and...I think I have."
Darren had nodded, and he kept rubbing her feet. They'd talked about this possibility, of course. Things with client moving out of client-domme territory and into relationship territory. Darren had been OK with it.
At least in theory.
"And it's interesting to have two submissives serving me," Erika said, had said, raising the wine glass to the light and squinting at it, as if admiring its carmine hue. "But I kind of like it. I think it creates a little competition between you two."
Darren had blinked, her feet rubbing his hard cock through his pants now. "What do you mean?" He asked her.
"I mean, if I were to date a dominant man, there'd be no competition there," she'd told him. "You're as submissive as they come, my love, one of the things I really do adore about you. I think we work well for that reason. If I were to date a dominant man, I'd be looking for different things from both of you. But if I date another submissive?"
She'd shrugged, sipped the glass of wine.
A dagger of jealousy had found Darren's gut then.
"I've decided, I think, that full, satisfying orgasms are a finite resource for my submissive men," Erika said. "Meaning there are only so many to go around."
Darren had blinked, but her foot on his dick felt amazing just then, and the rising jealousy and horror in his gut was tinged with arousal now.
Maybe a little more than tinged with it. Maybe on fire with it.
"Maybe...maybe there's an allotted two orgasms per week," Erika had said. "And looking at it, you might think for yourself that that's one orgasm per week for each of you. But suppose someone gets the right of first refusal on both of them? Meaning, if they wanted to, they could take *both* full orgasms of the week for their own, and leave nothing for the other submissive? Wouldn't that be something?"
Darren had just about shot his load into his jeans right then, but she'd stopped rubbing at once, taken her feet away. She pulled her knees to her chest, set her chin on them, and gave him a searing, green-eyed look she'd paired with a wicked smile.
"I think that's how we're going to do it," she'd said. "I think maybe you should get used to spending some time in chastity, because I think you'll be in it quite a bit this summer."
The right of first refusal, Darren thought now, pulling the fresh fitted sheet onto the mattress and flinging the top sheet over it, was supposed to switch off between himself and Thad, depending on how impressed Erika was with their behavior that week. In practice, though, she'd given it to Thad each week she'd started playing this cruel game. She claimed it was because he was better at the tasks she assigned him, but Darren had his doubts. And anyway, *living* with Erika has her submissive husband came with all manner of other rules, things Darren could fuck up on that Thad simply couldn't. Each week she'd found something to fault him for, some chore he hadn't done -- or at least not to her satisfaction -- and given the right of first refusal to Thad. And each week, Thad had guiltlessly taken both orgasms for himself in his weekly session with Erika and Darren.
Darren tossed the comforter and the pillows back on the bed, then stepped back and surveyed the room. It was a basement room, but it still had a window, and the late-summer sunset stained the walls and the furniture in a fiery array of oranges and reds. There was still enough to see by, but Erika would want the candles lit too, he knew. He did that, then remembered she'd asked for the blindfold, spreader bar, and gag too.
He sighed at the memory.
The blindfold was a code between them: if she asked for it, it meant he wouldn't be allowed to watch what happened between her and Thad. Somehow, being able to hear -- but not see -- what Erika did with her other submissive was worse than not being present at all. If he was going to be in the room, he found himself craving the ability to at least watch.
He left the bedroom for the dungeon in the room adjacent. They kept most of their gear and toys here, and the items Darren needed would be in the closet behind the milking chair.
He shuddered, even just walking past the object. It was a bench affixed with a plank of wood at one end, set upright. There was a small hole in the plank, and Erika used it as something of a pillory for his cock. Darren had endured all his most frustrating ruined orgasms while strapped into the milking chair, endured all his worst cases of blue-balls there as Erika toyed, ever so lightly, with the most sensitive parks of his dick, while he was unable to move away at all.
He passed the object -- hoping *that* wouldn't come into play tonight at least -- and opened the closet door. He was pretty sure his next trip to the milking chair -- whenever it was -- wouldn't be tonight, at least.
He grabbed the items Erika had asked for and made his way back to the bedroom, then set them in a corner. He surveyed the room.
The bed was made, the candles were lit, Erika's favorite riding crop and a pair of handcuffs sat on the nightstand.
He sighed.
The doorbell rang.
***
Erika's husband opened the door, and again, Thad felt sort of smug. Not for the first time, he wondered if he was on his way to becoming a switch, given the fact that something about having a certain amount of power over Darren was kind of a rush. There was hierarchy, sure, and he was definitely Erika San Vrain's submissive, but he wasn't on the bottom of the pyramid.
That was kind of intoxicating.
