Hi everyone -- sorry for the delay on the second chapter. As always, this is FANTASY. All characters are adults over 18 years old. Physically, there isn't anything extreme here -- it's just a spanking -- but it goes pretty hard on the emotional/mental sadism aspects of cuckolding and humiliation. So if that's not your thing PLEASE know you've been warned. For me, though, that's like 80% of the fetish. Even still, yes, this is probably a bit much but that's the point -- I'm not trying to emulate real life perfectly here. Another note: I try not to describe characters' physical appearance too much, because everyone has their own ideas of what is attractive and I think that's fantastic, but I used a little more description here. I don't want it to be a thing going forward. Lastly, like always: while it's fantasy...hopefully it's filthy fucking hot fantasy.
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It wasn't just the jean shorts, even though Clyde knew Abria knew how crazy he was to see her in denim. It was the whole outfit and it was those particular jean shorts: bleached, whitish blue, frayed hems dusting the tops of her perfect, tanned and toned thighs. Abria had tucked in a tight white t-shirt into the shorts' waistline and put on one her massive, studded leather belts. The kind that always caught Clyde's eye. Pair all that with the cowgirl boots she slipped on as if it were still 2009 and she looked exactly like the Wyoming farm girl Clyde remembered meeting and falling in love with at a bonfire back then.
He hadn't expected to walk into the kitchen and see her looking like this on Saturday morning. Sure, he'd known they were going to Marcus's place. Sure, Clyde was pretty sure Abria and Marcus were going to start crossing stuff off the fantasy list and yeah, sure, the thought made him want to grind his teeth with frustration as his penis strained against the confines of its metal cage.
He just hadn't seen her do the denim-shorts-and-cowgirl-boots thing in years. It was going to drive him fucking crazy, he could already tell.
She looked up from her cup of coffee at the kitchen table as he walked in and smiled.
"Hi babe," she said, as he leaned in for a kiss. "Sleep OK?"
He hadn't, but that was just because he'd never been over to Marcus' place before. He'd never actually seen Abria cuckold him...just heard about it. And even searching his mind now, he couldn't decide how he felt about it.
"Yeah," he said, and poured himself a pot of coffee from the Keurig on the counter. He couldn't help it: he fastened his eyes on the insides of her thighs.
"You look good today," he said.
She snickered. "Going to see Marcus, right? And it's the first time you'll be to be there."
Clyde nodded, swallowed hard. Then he glanced to the pan of breakfast burrito fillings Abria had made, the warm tortillas on a plate next to them. He turned to make himself one, and then took a seat across the table from Abria.
"I didn't know you still had those boots," he said.
"Yeah," she said with a wink. "I haven't worn them in a while, but I figured it was an appropriate occasion."
She took a bite of her breakfast burrito.
"So you really don't know what's going to happen today?" He asked her.
She giggled. "I have an idea. There were some things Marcus wanted to OK with me first before he just did them."
"And you were OK with them?" Clyde asked, before he could stop himself.
Abria gave him an evil smile. "I was more than OK with them, baby. You have some hot fantasies, as it turns out. We came up with some ways to make them work for us."
The metal cage strained around Clyde's swelling penis.
"I can't tell how I feel about getting to just watch," he said.
"About that," Abria said, and swallowed, wiped the corner of her mouth with her napkin. "We...well. It'll all make sense here really soon."
Clyde's gut went cold. "Wait what?"
"Nothing baby," she said, and kissed him on the lips then stood to take her plate back to the kitchen.
His eyes stayed glued to her perfect, denim-clad ass the whole way.
***
Marcus lived on Galina City's west side, where the city itself started to bleed into the foothills and the lots were bigger. A little more secluded. Old farmhouses sat next to small trailer parks and in the shadow of larger, newer builds.
Marcus's place sat a little way back from the road, the long dirt driveway separated from the asphalt street by a large metal fence. It had probably once been a farmhouse, Clyde thought as he pulled up to it, but by the look of it now it hadn't had anything to do with actual agriculture for sometime. Marcus -- or whoever had lived in the house before him -- had added onto it over the years, giving it a sort of tasteful sprawl.
The garage especially looked to be a new addition; it probably could have fit three cars, although it was empty -- all clean cement -- as Clyde pulled up. He parked next to Marcus's massive pickup, one of the new ones that gleamed with that never-seen-a-dirt-road shine so common in this neighborhood.
They got out of the car and Abria made her way to the threshold of the garage with a confident saunter; Clyde felt every slap of her boot-clad feet on the driveway.
The door between the inside of the house and the garage opened and Marcus stepped out, casual in workout shorts and a t-shirt. Clyde swallowed hard. He'd *always* been intimidated by his wife's lover. Clyde followed orders and Marcus fucking knew it. So did Abria.
Had he not been in chastity, though, he would have had a raging hard on right now.
Not that Marcus would have noticed. He didn't so much as look in Clyde's direction as Abria approached him. They embraced, he whispered something in her ear, and she giggled.
And then he reached down and grabbed a handful of her toned ass.
Clyde's heart leapt into his throat. He'd seen this much before. But it always made him want to climb out of his skin with something between jealousy and whatever came after extreme, mind-bending arousal. His heart was a machinegun in the hollow of his chest.
The door to the rest of the house opened again and another man stepped into the garage, also dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt. Clyde had never seen him before.
Marcus let go of Abria and seemed to notice Clyde for the first time. He gave him a slap on the shoulder.
"Good to see you again, buddy," he said.
"You too, Marcus," Clyde managed.
"Abria, Clyde, I don't think you've met Nate yet," Marcus said, and gestured to the guy who had just stepped into the garage.
"Only over text," Abria said, and extended a hand, but Nate pulled her into an embrace, kissed her on the cheek.
"Great to finally see you, baby," he told her, and she giggled.
For the second time that morning, Clyde felt his core grow cold as he began to wonder what, exactly, he had gotten himself into.
There were, after all, some things Marcus wanted to OK with her before they showed up today.
"Well," Marcus said with a grin Clyde sensed he couldn't have suppressed even if he'd wanted to. "Glad we're all here and on the same page."
He looked at Clyde and his grin only grew.
"I...um..." Clyde began.
Marcus raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. Abria giggled.
"Yes Clyde?" Marcus asked.
Clyde glanced at Nate, then back to Abria and Marcus.
"I don't think I actually...I don't think I actually know what's going on," he said.
"Of course, Clyde, glad to enlighten you then," Marcus said, and pulled something out of his shorts pocket.
Clyde shifted his feet when he saw it was the fantasy list, the list of things he'd always wanted to do with Abria but that she'd never let him.
"So, thank you, by the way, for writing out the list of all your fantasies Abria has never let you fulfill with her," Marcus said. "Really, just like I asked for. I can't wait to see you blog about this later. I'm sure the rest of the world -- or at least, the people who aren't stuck in chastity -- can't wait to as well."
Clyde made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat.
"It looked like you had a good, long spanking session at the top of the list," Marcus said. "So I figured we'd start there. And I wanted to invite Nate along, since he's always been curious about spanking as well. I figured I could give him some pointers."
Clyde sucked in his breath and cast a glance in Abria's direction, but she was still smiling, hands slipped into the back pockets of her shorts now, that big leather belt on display.
"And I figured we could give the internet some pointers too," Marcus said. "Because again, Clyde, they're going to want to read all about it. I think they're going to want to watch it too. Which is why we've decided to record this little session so there's a video to go with your post."
Clyde's mouth has gone dry. "You...you want me to...you want me to film it?"
Marcus shook his head. "Nope, Clyde, you're not going to get to see it at all. You have to watch it later. You're going to wash my truck outside while I give Nate a lesson on how to give a proper spanking, with your wife serving as our willing model, of course."
Clyde blinked. He hadn't expected this at all.
"Clean...your truck?"
"Yeah," Marcus said. "There's a hose and a bucket with a sponge in it out there. I figure that should keep you busy for a while. But..."
He paused, and glanced in Abria's direction.
"Your wife felt bad for you and didn't want you *completely* shut out," Marcus said. "And hell, I mean, even I have standards here. I'm not a totally heartless fuck. So I'm going to leave the garage door open a crack so you can listen. It won't be enough for you to see, of course, but you should be able to hear Abria get the perfect spanking you've always wanted to give her -- and, I have to say, that she deserves. So you can thank her for that."
"I did what I could baby," Abria said with a laugh.
"Plus, Clyde, you'll be able to see the whole thing on video later, man," Marcus said. "When you make the blog post. It's just that you'll probably still be stuck in chastity when you see it, so you won't be able to jerk off to it like all the other horny dudes who get to watch it. I mean, that's still special, right?"
Abria walked over to Clyde, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him, long and hard and deep. Then her hand dropped to the rigidity of the chastity cage beneath his shorts.
"I'm sorry baby," she said, toying with his hair as she did. "But I got to say, thank you for the inspiration. I'm really looking forward to this."
"Great," Marcus said, slipping an arm around Abria's waste. "Let the games begin, then. Clyde, the bucket and the hose are outside; I figure you can find the truck. And don't forget to wash the wheel wells too."
Clyde blinked again, swallowed, and did as he was told, stepping out of the garage as the door ground down, cutting off his view of his wife and the two men inside. And as he watched that view disappear, he did his best to deny he was perhaps more turned on than he'd ever been in his entire life.
But his best efforts weren't successful.
