Note: This story is the seventh episode in a series entitled "The Party". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
This is a dominant hot wife humiliates her submissive cuckold husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly suggest you find something else to read.
I was just putting my socks and underwear into my new dresser when I heard my wife's voice.
"I'm home."
I quickly walked into the living room. Janet was in the dining room. She was setting her purse and car keys on the china cabinet.
When she heard me come in she turned and smiled at me. "Hi baby."
I politely bowed and said, "Hello Mistress Janet, did you have a good shopping trip?"
My wife giggled and walked over to me. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and reached down and gently squeezed my penis and balls. "Slave boy, you're being very well behaved right now. You must be hoping for a little attention after my lover goes home tonight.
I bowed again and said, "Mistress, I'm just trying to be an obedient servant."
Janet patted my cheek. "Robbie this is going to be so much fun." She looked around. "Where's Jerome? I know he's here, his car is parked in the driveway."
"He's in the den reading an Internet story about cuckolding."
"Did the two of you have a talk?"
"Yes we did Mistress."
"Is everything okay Robbie?"
I nodded. "Yes everything is fine."
Janet sighed. "Good, I really want the two of you to get along."
She kissed my cheek. As she kissed me she whispered, "I'm going to go into the den and greet Jerome. I have some packages in my car, fetch them for me. When you come back into the house set them on the dining room table and wait for us in the living room. When we join you I am going to start being very dominant. Are you ready for this pussy boy?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes Mistress Janet, I am."
She giggled. "Good, because right now I'm so excited I could burst.
There were several large shopping bags on the back seat of Janet's convertible. I picked them all up and carried them into the house.
When I walked into the living room I stopped dead in my tracks. Janet and Jerome were already in there. They were locked in a passionate embrace. This may be hard to understand, but seeing another man passionately kissing your wife may actually be more difficult than seeing him fucking her.
After a moment I managed to collect myself. I carried the packages into the dining room and set them the table. Once that task was completed I returned to the living room and stood perfectly still while Jerome kissed and fondled my wife.
Janet finally broke off the kiss and turned to face me. "Oh you're back already. Well, I guess it's time for proper introductions. Jerome Turner this is my pussy wimp husband Robbie, but this afternoon we'll call him peanut. Peanut this is my boyfriend Jerome Turner, but this afternoon you can call him Mr. Turner."
Jerome was now standing behind my wife. His arms were possessively wrapped around her. He was smirking at me as he fondled Janet's large breasts. Mr. Turner had obviously finished his reading.
Janet led Jerome over to the couch. "Come sit down with me baby."
As soon as they were seated she turned to me. "Peanut, get a beer for Mr. Turner and I'd like a martini."
"Yes Mistress Janet, right away." I scurried into the kitchen, got a beer for Jerome, made a martini for Janet and put everything on a tray. Once everything was ready I put the potatoes in the oven. It was just after three, Janet wanted dinner served at 4:30. As soon as the potatoes were in the oven I picked up the tray and carried it into the living room.
Janet and Jerome were kissing when I walked in. Jerome had his hand on my wife's right breast. Janet was massaging Jerome's crotch. I quickly realized that this was a sight I was going to have to get used to seeing.
I set Janet's martini on the coffee table in front of her and placed Jerome's beer glass on the table next to him. I'd just started pouring his beer into the glass when Janet broke off her kiss and looked at me.
There was a devilish glint in her eye and a calculated tone of disdain in her voice as she said, "Oh, you're back." My wife was deliberately trying to give me the impression that she'd forgotten about me. I loved it.
As soon as I finished pouring Jerome's beer Janet picked up her martini and said, "Sweetheart, let's have a toast."
My stomach turned over when I realized that Janet was addressing Jerome rather than me.
Jerome picked up his glass.
Janet held hers up and said, "To a world in which everyone knows their proper place."
Jerome laughed and said, "I'll drink to that."
They clinked their glasses together and took a sip of their drinks. I was ignored during the entire toast.
After they set their glasses down Janet turned to me with a look of mock surprise on her face. "Oh you're still here." She giggled and said, "Foolish me, I suppose you're waiting for your next instructions."
I politely bowed. "Yes Mistress."
Janet snuggled up to Jerome and said, "I think it's time for the presents."
Jerome looked at her. "Presents?"
"Yes I bought presents for all of us today."
He laughed. "This is turning into a very interesting afternoon."
Janet giggled. "Baby you have no idea how interesting it's going to be." She turned to me. "Peanut fetch the shopping bags from the dining room table."
I quickly retrieved the packages from the dining room and set them on the coffee table in front of my wife.
"I get to open one of mine first, I may need to put it to use very soon." Janet reached into one of the bags and removed a long narrow box. The words, "Snyder's Tack Store Everything For The Equestrian", were printed across the top of the box.
Janet opened the box and removed a horsewhip. It was the kind of whip Jockeys use to prod their mounts to victory in the back stretch of a race. When I looked at it, I was certain that if used properly it could inflict excruciating pain.
I shuddered as my wife held the whip up and said, "This is just what a dominant needs to insure total obedience from her slave."
Jerome shook his head. "Janet baby, you are so bad."
She kissed his cheek and giggled. "Honey you have no idea how bad I want to be."
She set the whip down. "Let's find a present for you sweetheart."
She dug into the bags, pulled out a square box and handed it to Jerome.
As he took it, he shook his head. "You really did buy presents for everyone."
Janet nodded. "Yes, this is a very special day for me."
Jerome opened his box. My heart sank when he took out a tooth brush, a hair brush, a razor, a can of shaving cream and a bottle of after shave lotion.
My wife smiled at her boyfriend. "You can keep these in my bathroom. It's the master bathroom. You and I will be the only one's allowed to use it. Peanut will only be allowed in when he needs to clean it or when he's bathing me."
Jerome set the box down and kissed my wife. "Baby this is a great present." He laughed. "I hope I get to go through lots of toothpaste in this house.
Janet grinned at him and then turned to me. "Let's see if we can find a present for Peanut. We wouldn't want him to feel left out."
She dug through the bags. "Here's one"
My wife took out a a pink box. I got very nervous when I noticed that the words "Fredericks of Hollywood" were printed on the top. Janet handed me the box. After I took it I didn't move, I just stared at it. I was very apprehensive about what was inside.
Janet noticed my hesitation, picked up her whip and stood up. "Peanut, you really wouldn't want to insult me by not accepting my gift. That would be very poor judgment on your part."
My wife walked out from behind the coffee table and stood next to me ominously tapping the tip of her riding crop in the palm of her hand. "Peanut, open your present and do it now."
I bit my lower lip, obediently opened the box and looked inside. It contained a pair of lacey pink crotch less panties and a white tank top that looked like it was made for a sixteen year old girl.
I looked at Janet. There was a huge grin on her face. She was planning to completely humiliate me in front of Mr. Turner. "I think that's a very appropriate outfit for a little sissy slave, don't you agree Peanut?"
I just stared at Janet. I was so mortified that I couldn't speak.
