The next morning, I'm still grinning ear to ear as I wake up. After 6 years of a stale, lifeless marriage, something had happened last night I never expected. I had discovered a side of Paul I had never known, a dirty, kinky side and I loved it. More to the point, I had discovered a side of myself that had lain dormant, bubbling under the surface, like a geyser waiting to explode for the first time. And explode it had, I kept thinking about all those men, stroking their throbbing dicks as I touched myself, as I sprayed my juices all over the screen.
I rolled over to give my kinky hubby a sloppy wet kiss, but he had already left for work. In his place, resting on his pillow, was an envelope.
Paul had never left me notes of any kind, but judging by what had happened last night, I figured it could be one of two things. Either he was mad at me for exposing myself and humiliating him on the web, and it had only struck him after the initial lust to join in had been extinguished, or it was going to be something dirty, something kinky and fun. I was in the mood for kinky and fun this morning, I wanted to feel that pleasure again, I wanted to feel it all the time from now on.
My breath slowed and deepened, my nipples erect with excitement again, as I tore open the envelope addressed to "My Angel."
I began to read. It wasn't what I'd expected. There were two pieces of paper inside, a handwritten letter, and a printed form which looked somewhat like a contract. I looked at the contract first. It was written in very formal language, legal speak, but essentially it said this – that Paul would from now on be enslaved in a chastity cage, that he would never be allowed to fuck me or any other woman ever again, that he submitted to me utterly and completely, that I could have as many lovers as I wished, that I could ask him to do anything I wanted however degrading, signing over all his worldly wealth to me, and specifying that should we ever separate for any reason, that the house, its contents and everything would be mine.
I was a bit shocked as I read this. This was going too far I thought, too fast. We had just been role-playing last night, hadn't we? I looked at the bottom of the contract, space for two signatures. One for me, and one for him. He had already signed.
I picked up the handwritten letter now and as I read, I could sense the dampness in my groin. He told me how he had talked with hugecockbull in the chat room after I had passed out, how he had been humiliated by all the men laughing at his tiny cock, laughing about his slut wife. He told how hot it made him, how he checked the chat logs and read everything I had said, the fantasies, the desires. He called me his angel, his goddess, and said he would do anything to make me happy. How he always knew this is what I deserved, and that he wanted to see me being so completely pleasured in ways he could not achieve himself. He told me to sign the contract. That he would be home tonight, and that he would bring with him a chastity device he would pick up from the sex shop near his work, that he would contact the bank to get all monies transferred to my account each month, except for bill money. That Huge had schooled him in all this and more in how to be a fully-fledged cuckold. And he told me that Huge had offered to school me in how to be a real slut.
As I had neared the end of the letter, my fingers had been drawn down to my now sopping wet cunt, and for only the second time in my life, I began to spray sticky juices everywhere as I screamed down the house. The ecstasy of such a strong, powerful orgasm, again leaving me paralysed and exhausted, but very, very satisfied.
After another rest from my exertions, I began to pull myself up out of bed. My body still aching from the shockwaves running through my body.
I picked up the contract, and the letter, put on my bathrobe, and went downstairs to the computer. I logged into the chat room, and hoped huge would be there. I wanted to find out what he had said to Paul, I wasn't sure I was ready for the change in our relationship that was being offered. Maybe he would start getting jealous if I really starting fucking someone else? The contract couldn't be legally binding anyway. I could be humiliated as a complete slut in front of family, friends and neighbours. I could lose everything. Although, may be it would be worth it for that pleasure, that overwhelming, all-encompassing pleasure soaring through my body.
I shook my head, trying to stop the flood of ideas and questions filling my mind, trying to stop myself feeling horny again. God, what was wrong with me. It was like I was possessed by some nymphomaniac demon.
I logged in. It took a matter of seconds before he was there, messaging me in private.
Hugecockbull: Well hello again my little cum-fountain, how are you today?
I began to type a response.
Hugecockbull: Put your cam and microphone on, don't type. I want to see and hear you.
Marcellaminx: Lol, you're not backwards in coming forwards are you.
Hugecockbull: I said put your cam and microphone on slut. You want to be a slut don't you?
I paused. Considering the words again. Did I want to be a slut?
Hugecockbull: You want to be fucked like a dog on heat by every cock on the planet, don't deny it. Put your cam and mic on, and daddy's gonna train you to be a really good slut.
I smiled. This was insane, but exciting. But still I couldn't quite formulate words to type, and wasn't sure I was ready to put my mic on.
Hugecockbull: Your pathetic hubby wants you to be a slut too. He wants to see you get fucked by everyone except him. And then he wants to lick their cum out of your stretched cunt. Come on slut, you know you want it.
I switched my cam on, and looked bashfully into it.
Hugecockbull: Don't try looking so sweet and innocent. You are a fucking dirty cock-loving cum-slut. I want you to say that and mean it.
I switched my microphone on.
"I am a fucking dirty cock-loving cum-slut," I said pensively.
