***Author's note. I like to explore how the BDSM dynamic can transform conventional relationships. A good marriage is in a constant state of flux. When you suddenly introduce dominance and submission into the mix, it's fun to watch. This story primarily deals with the circumstances that led to Cum Hole becoming s slave to his wife.***
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The slave named Cum Hole knelt in silence beside the bed as his neighbor fucked his wife.
She was on her back, her ankles pushed up almost behind her ears as the man pounded her relentlessly, her pussy sloshing loudly with each thrust. The slave felt a familiar twinge of humiliation. His wife's vagina had never lubricated this much back when he had been allowed to make love to her. Now, she was positively gushing, her juices dripping down into her ass crack and coating the entire length of the man's thick nine-inch cock.
The slave's own limp penis was still leaking feebly in its steel enclosure, following his recent ignominious release. He reached back and adjusted the large steel butt plug in his anus. His sphincter was throbbing from the prolonged ass fucking the man had administered earlier that morning.
The slave's wife screamed out again as she was overtaken by yet another orgasm. Cum Hole had counted at least three such paroxysms so far this morning. It was ironic indeed that his wife had never been able to achieve an orgasm from penetration alone during their twenty-year marriage, yet now this was the only way she ever came when she was being fucked by her lover.
Her lover.
The man's name was Michael Conners. For ten years, he and his wife, Chloe, had lived in the big house next door to Cum Hole's former residence. The slave and his wife had been frequent guests in their home. To all outward appearances, the Conners' had seemed like a conventional, happily married monogamous couple.
Nothing could have been further from the truth.
"Oh, god, Mike," screamed the slave's wife. "I'm going to cum again. Oh, god, I can't believe it. Your cock feels so good, baby. I want you to cum inside me now. I want you to fill me."
The man increased the tempo of his thrusts.
The slave's wife cried out as she came, this time actually squirting around the man's cock, some of the warm spray splattering Cum Hole in the right eye as he knelt mutely by the bed, his face just inches away from her quivering sex.
The man groaned, then grunted once. He froze with his cock buried balls deep. The slave watched the man's ass cheeks clench and unclench spasmodically as he ejaculated deep inside his wife.
When it was over, the man collapsed on top of the the slave's wife. They kissed tenderly, her fingers caressing the back of his neck as she pulled him close.
The slave remained kneeling at the bedside and waited in silence. As usual he was hooded, collared and plugged and wore only a black leather corset. His nipples rings gleamed in the slanting morning sunshine. On his feet he worse black patent leather ankle boots with four inch stiletto heels. His flaccid penis was encased in a custom stainless steel chastity cage, which was kept permanently locked.
After a few minutes, the man pushed himself up and slid off the bed. He stood before the kneeling slave, presenting his cock for cleaning.
The slave engulfed the man's softening cock in one gulp, deep-throating its entire length in one soundless swallow. Cum Hole bobbed up and down several times, his tongue methodically cleaning the entire shaft, then sucked the head, groaning when he was rewarded with a final trickle of semen.
The man pulled his cock out of the slave's mouth and absently wiped it dry on the slave's spandex hood. He grabbed the kneeling man by the collar and pulled him toward the woman on the bed.
"Clean-up time," he said gruffly.
The slave climbed on to the bed and crawled between his wife's thighs. She chuckled and opened her legs to accommodate him.
"Come and get it, Cum Hole," she coaxed softly. "This feels like a big one."
The slave eyed his wife's vagina hungrily. Despite himself, he felt his limp penis begin to twitch in its cage as he smelled the scent of their coupling, a tangy, pungent mixture of sweat, semen and her own fragrant effluent.
There was a large dollop of cum, which had already overspilled the vault of her vagina and was running in a thick rivulet down her perineum toward her anus.
Cum Hole leaned in and sucked up the warm, slippery morsel, slurping loudly. He reached up and gently spread his wife's buttocks and ran his tongue up and down the expanse of flesh from anus to vagina several times to lap up any lingering trace of his master's seed.
When the area was thoroughly cleaned, Cum Hole repositioned himself between his wife's legs and turned his attention to her freshly fucked pussy. He licked the outside of her vagina in broad strokes, lapping up the thick patina of semen mixed with his wife's juices.
His wife groaned and spread her legs further, her labia lolling open in lewd invitation.
Cum Hole extended his tongue and inserted its full length into his wife's pussy. He felt her rise against him, taking him even deeper. He curled the tip upward and was rewarded with a large gobbet of the man's semen, which he swallowed greedily. He reinserted his tongue and began to wriggle the tip deep inside. A thin streamer of cum began to trickle into his mouth.
His wife placed her hands on the back of her slave's head, pulling his face into her sex.
"Let me push it out for you, dear," she breathed.
She began to contract her pelvic muscles rhythmically. Over the past few months, with the help of her daily Kegel exercises, she had become quite proficient at expelling her lover's bounty into her husband's mouth.
The slave sensed his wife's movement and began to suck and lick in earnest as the flow of semen suddenly began to increase. Within seconds, the full measure of the man's ejaculate began to descend in wave after gooey wave, a thick, molten tide that cascaded down into the slave's eager mouth. He swallowed steadily, accepting the man's offering in loud, liquid gulps.
At last the flow began to diminish. The slave kept his mouth open, his lips firmly pressed up against the vault of his wife's vagina. He maintained the seal, keeping active suction until he had swallowed the last salty dregs of her lover's cum.
When he was done, he pulled away and looked up at his wife, his lips slick with the man's drippings.
"Thank you for feeding me masters's cum, ma'am," the slave said softly.
His wife smiled down at him.
"You're quote welcome, Cum Hole," she said warmly, patting his head. "Now kindly tidy me up. I have a party to plan tonight."
The slave leaned forward once again and began to methodically lick his wife's pussy clean, as he had been trained.
As Cum Hole lapped contentedly at his wife's slick vulva, he pondered the strange intersection of events that had led to the formation of the unconventional household in which he now served.
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In his former life, Cum Hole's name had been Tim Martin. He and his wife, Natasha, had gotten married right out of college. The Martins had enjoyed a comfortable, vanilla, upper middle class existence as the Tim climbed the ladder of academia at the local university, finally obtaining a tenured position as an economics professor ten years ago.
Natasha did not work outside of the home. Instead, she devoted her attention to raising the couple's twin children, a boy and a girl, who were now away at college.
Over the years, Tim and Natasha had enjoyed a cordial, if somewhat distant relationship with their neighbors, the Conners'. Although they were next door neighbors, it could not quite be said that they were friends. Socially, they ran in completely different circles.
