Thanks to SirTunacan for help editing.
Three days until Friday's date night for my wife Britney and her new lover Mark. This time Mark was coming to the house and I would be allowed to listen from the other room. Not watch, just listen.
The days leading up to Friday were normal ones just like any other day. Normal for someone who is locked up in a chastity cage. Waking up with an aching cock as morning wood tries to break out of its cage, trying to hide the chastity cage under your work clothes, peeing sitting down all the time, every sexual thought in your head making your blue balls worse. Normal days.
"I'm going to an extra yoga class tonight Dave. I need to limber up so Mark can bend me like a pretzel on Friday" Britney chuckled. Except she wasn't wrong. "Make sure you keep your jogging up. I don't want my cuckold to get out of shape and flabby."
Great I thought, running with a steel cage dangling from my cock. But I knew I would be doing it, because my Mistress told me to. My wife in public, my Hotwife when on a date, my Mistress when she is controlling me. I could complain, but in reality this new marriage dynamic was my fantasy come true.
Thursday evening Britney came home from yoga class and her sister Charlene was with her. As much as Britney was keeping a loving marriage intact along with the cuckold/hotwife relationship, Charlene seemed to be of the opinion that the marriage should be strictly controlling and that my feelings were of no concern. Charlene had also steered Britney into the cuckold/hotwife marriage after my secret fantasies were out in the open. For that part I was actually glad... most of the time.
"We bought you a gift my cuckold hubby," Britney giggled. "Charlene convinced me this would be appropriate attire for a cuckold husband to wear when a Bull is here,to confirm who the real man is." Britney opened up a small bag and took out a pair of pink satin panties. They were my size and had a thong in the back with room for the chastity cage in front.
"What the fuck? You want me to wear that when Mark is here?!"
"You let him talk to you like that?" Charlene asked.
"LANGUAGE CUCKY!" Britney yelled in response to her sister's remark. "Your Mistress isn't asking, understand. You are to wear these, greet Mark at the door, follow his orders, and then wait outside the bedroom while he fucks your wife."
Charlene added, "Don't forget to thank Mark for fucking your wife" she smiled. She turned to Britney "Maybe he needs some submissive training, like I suggested." That smile again.
Britney walked up to me. "Do you understand, cucky? And Yes Mistress is the correct answer."
"Yes Mistress," was my obedient reply.
"Good boy."
Britney sat down on the couch and rested her feet across it. "Kneel down in front of me please, my sweet cuckold hubby." I obeyed and noticed Charlene's big grin on her face. "Nevermind her. She's already seen your chastity cage, and this isn't anything sexual. Remove my runners and socks please."
She was ordering me, but so politely that I did as she ordered with no thought of disobeying.
"We need to make certain you know your place Sweetie. Especially when Mark is here. Or any other Bull for that matter. We don't want the risk of any altercations if your male ego begins to act up.
"My feet need some attention after the extra workout I did today. They may be a little sweaty and ripe, in those socks all day. Suck on my toes my love. Lick my soles, lick between my toes. Mouth only, on your hands and knees. Pamper me, as you were more than happy to agree to."
I looked at her and she gave me a stare back that said, Are you going to obey?
I put her big toe in my mouth and started to suck it gently. I moved from toe to toe, my tongue licking between each one, sucking each one. I moved my mouth to her heel and dragged my tongue across her delicate foot, back to her toes. Then I moved to the other foot and repeated the same sequence with my tongue. I think Charlene wanted to really humiliate me, but the wet spot on my pants from my chastity cage proved I was loving this. My submissive foot fetish in all its glory.
Even Britney was surprised. "Wow. I knew you had a thing for feet, especially in heels, but I've never seen you this into it."
"My new submissive self, my Mistress," I said as I smiled back at her.
"Damn!" Charlene said. "Seems he really is ready to obey and be your submissive cuckold. Bring Friday night on! I can't wait to hear the details."
After that Charlene left and I spent the evening pampering my Hotwife as Friday night got closer.
Friday after work I was to ensure the house was clean for my wife's date, especially the bedroom, and to make sure there would be drinks ready for the both of them.
"He will be here soon hubby--time to change." That's when it really hit me, as she handed me the pink panties. I'm going to be the submissive cuck as a Bull fucks my wife. I walked into the bedroom to change into my panties, my mind in its own world, just obediently obeying my Mistress.
I undressed and slipped them on. Britney was already in her dress and heels for the date. She looked at me, "Turn around for me, cucky, lets see it all". I turned so she could see the thong on my ass and the chastity cage bulge. "You look so submissive, it's perfect. Well, almost perfect. We need to do something about that body hair. Panties should be worn with smooth legs. No time today though."
I grabbed my pants to put them back on. "Whoa! What do you think you're doing? Panties only. You'll greet him wearing only the panties, so there's no confusion on who the real man is this evening." I put the pants and rest of my clothes away.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. "Answer the door. Don't forget to be polite. He is allowing you to listen to your Hotwife getting fucked after all."
"Okay," I replied.
"Excuse me? The correct reply tonight is Yes Mistress. And you will address Mark as Sir. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied.
