Louis Takes My Wife

PART ONE

Stacie primped in the mirror making sure her makeup was just perfect. I knelt an polished her tan high heels.

"Make sure you get the scuff marks off the toe."

"Yes Dear." That was automatic response to anything that came out of Stacie's mouth. Blind obedience.

She looked ravaging with a strapless denim dress that was slit almost up to her waist which I had purchased online at her whim last night and paid extra to be delivered today. Per usual she wore no bra or panties. She dabbed perfume behind each her and stuck her foot out for me to put her shoes on. She was beautiful. My Queen. She was a BBW and big in all the right places, big, beautiful tits, thighs and ass and a belly to die for. Her curly hair cascaded down past her shoulders, and her ample cleavage was on display for anyone to see.

"Where are you guys going?" I asked, knowing her cruel way of teasing me was to sometimes tell me and other times totally ignore my questions.

"Louis found this quaint inn where they have the most divine lobster and a cute little bar, and of course, rooms to rent upstairs!"

I sighed.

"Aw poor cucky, are you jealous? Does it bother you to know I'm going out AGAIN with Louis?"

"I'm trying Dear I really am. It's just that...." My voice drifted off.

"It's just that what?" Come on, tell mama what's bothering you.

I hated it sometimes when she referred to herself as mama, but she knew it turned me on. She knew the inappropriate relationship I had with my own mother and that it turned me on and made me into the submissive I am today, and she never shied away from pushing those buttons.

"It's just that all the other men you've been with, it's all been about sex, but it seems different with him. It's almost like you're dating him, like he's your boyfriend, even though I'm your husband."

Kindly, she reached out and lovingly brushed my face. "Well baby he IS my boyfriend. And all those other guys, well, I would see them to get fucked and that was all well and good, but when you introduced me to your new boss at the annual Christmas party I was smitten! And don't forget it was YOU who introduced me and YOU who egged me on to flirt with him and YOU who came in three seconds that night as I jerked your little pathetic cock off telling you about how I danced with him and could feel his hard cock through his pants. Just like your little clitty is dripping now as I remind you about it all!"

She stood, took one last look in the mirror, and walked out of the room. I stood, wearing my black leggings and pink t-shirt with cuckold cleanup boy emblazoned across the front and followed her outside. She got into the passenger seat as I got into the driver's side and drove. Another emasculating and humiliating thing; having to drive your wife to her dates with your boss. As I drove, she vaped on some pot, and I could tell she was getting a buzz on. By the time we reached the inn she had given me directions to she was high and horny. Louis stood at the entrance waiting. I of course, was required to get out of the car for everyone to see and walk around and open her door and escort her to him. My boss had a shit eating grin on his face as he looked at us, the couple he now owned. He was tall and good looking, his gray hair slicked back, his dress white shirt crisp and showing off his physique. He had a mustache and goatee both gray also in contrast to my totally hairless body. When we reached him, he took Stacie's hand and kissed it.

"Darling! You look ravishing! Good enough to eat! And I certainly will ravish you and eat you today!" He laughed a hearty, manly laugh and the two of them went into the inn leaving me standing there alone.

Meekly, I climbed back into the car and drove home. This had all started when Stacie and I went down the road of a female-led relationship when we were first married. I have a very tiny cock (she calls it a clitty) and I knew I could never satisfy her and so we decided that a female-led relationship where she called the shots and could date other men if I was involved would be the way to go. That was seven years ago, and our sex life has always been great with her finding men and bringing them home and me serving her and them. But it was always just sex until Louis. It all began at the Christmas party Stacie had mentioned earlier.

They flirted with each other openly if not brazenly. And she was right; I did cum very quickly that night as she talked to me about him. Unlike her other hook ups, the communication between the two at first strange as it went through me. Louis would tell me something to pass on to her such as how gorgeous she looked at the party, what a great dancer she was, how her body was fantastic. And she in turn would send messages back through me. The process, while odd, was also titillating and exciting for me. And then they slept together at his condo and the next morning he told me to tell her he had never felt a woman get so wet as he entered her. I was jealous, angry, hurt, upset, and yes, turned on! She in turn sent both of us a text message photo of her, in it, her hair was wet, lips pouty, cleavage on display. But instead of responding back to her, he texted me and had me text her!!  "*those arched brows, of course your full bosom, with cleavage 'showing' and your 'wet' curls mmmm but most of all, your pouty lips and kissable dimples...that Babygirl 'look' and big, beautiful wide eyes...I want to steal you away from your sissy...and make plans to shame him and break him even more (if that's possible ha ha).*

I was so humiliated and yet so turned on!!! They began to see each other in non-sexual ways, movies, concerts, dinners, and all on my dime. I must confess, it all turned me on. She was a Queen and he a King and I their humble serf. Last weekend, they went away together and left me home alone. I was in agony. One of the things that has turned me on so is their ganging up on me. Stacie will come home with an idea, and I know it's something the two of them have dreamt up to further emasculate and humiliate me. First it was to order me to always remain hairless and so the only hair on my entire body are my eyebrows. Next, came the idea of making me wear women's black leggings whenever I went out to run errands on the weekends or after work. At home, Stacie already had me prancing around in a pink ballerina's tutu, my tiny clitty always on display for her lovers to see, but it was even more humiliating and emasculating. There has even been hints of a chastity device.

It's painful some nights when I'm kneeling there massaging her feet and she is so enthralled exchanging texts with Louis it's as if I'm not even there. And work is a whole other world. I'm often summoned to Louis' office and told to close the door while he is FaceTiming with Stacie and requires me to drop my pants and show him what frilly underwear or pantyhose, I'm wearing that day. And often I'm then required to kneel while they are talking and give him a blowjob. Talk about humiliating! Of course, I go away with the taste of his cum in my mouth, dripping. That is what drives me crazy; the emotional involvement the two of them have.

The next morning, Louis dropped Stacie off back at home and didn't come in. Stacie came in carrying her heels and flopped on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table. I scurried to get her a coffee and began giving her a foot massage. I knew better than to ask how her night was, if she wanted me to know, she'd tell me. So, I sat silently like the puppy I am and massaged her feet. She scrolled through her phone and finally set it down.

"Oh God, I'm exhausted. That man exhausts me and takes my breath away!!"

My heart sank and I tried to catch my breath. I tried not to offend her in any way and just continued to massage. What she said next bowled me over.

"Louis and I think it's time we take our relationship to the next level."

"Whose relationship? Yours and his or mine and yours?" I was confused.

"All of ours, silly!"

I gulped. "What would that entail?"

"Well, we were talking and it's stupid for us to have two different places. So we thought it would be best for all of us if he moved in here and really became the man of the house so to speak. Now before you get your panties all in a ruffle, this is going to happen. So let me speak before you interrupt me and I'll tell you exactly what's going to happen so you don't have to worry your pretty little head about it."

My heart was racing, palms sweating, clitty dripping.

"Louis has sold his condo furnished, so next Saturday you are to go there and move anything he's marked here. It's mostly all his personal stuff so you can probably get it done with a small U-Haul truck. In the meantime, you need to make room in the master bedroom for him and move all your stuff out of there. We've decided to give you the tiny room next to ours and although I know it's tiny we thought a bed and a tiny dresser will just about fit in there for you. You really don't need more. Louis already picked out a cute pink canopied bed and a tiny pink dresser which is being delivered Thursday, so you'll have to make sure you move everything out of there and we want the walls painted pink, so you must do that before Thursday too. Oh, and he's so cruel! He decided to have an automatic lock put on the door which can only be opened by either mine or his cell phone. That way, if you misbehave or are being punished, we don't have to worry about keeping an I on you and it will also be great for those time we want to be alone."

My head was spinning, and I thought I was going to pass out. My face was flushed, and my heart was beating like a drum. Stacie saw this and patted the cushion next to her on the couch and helped me up and had me sit there. She patted my leg and my clitty sprang to attention and began dripping.

"Once all that is done, Louis will take your spot in the garage, and we thought since you don't really need a car you can sell yours and take the bus to work. Even though the two of you work together, Louis didn't think it would be good for you two to be seen driving in his car to work. So, get on that asap and put your car on Facebook Marketplace. We are going to use the money from your car to go on a cruise. Next, since you already do all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, housework and yardwork you'll continue to do those. However, Louis and I will be taking our meals in the dining room where you'll serve us. You will be allowed to take your meals in the kitchen. However, Louis came up with what I thought was a brilliant idea, he's so mean! You can only eat our leftovers AND you can only eat them when we tell you. So after each meal you can scrape our leftovers into a bowl and set it on the kitchen table. Then, when you're done serving us and we are settled in and if you've been good, we will give you permission to eat. And if you're very good, Louis may give you some 'special sauce' for your food." She laughed an evil laughed and I shuddered.

Around the house you will wear what we tell you depending on our mood. You will address Louis as either Master Louis or King Louis and you will address me as Mistress Stacie or Queen Stacie, you can also use 'my King' or 'my Queen' and when we're in public it will be Ma'am and Sir."

I felt ill, my whole body was shaking. I was going to be sick. I jumped up and dashed for the bathroom and became violently ill. Stacie came in and stood next to me and put a cold washcloth to my face.

"There, there, this is all new and it's coming as a shock to you. But it will all be as normal as when you and I first started our female-led relationship. Remember, that took some getting used to?"

I nodded my head.

"And this will too. It will take some time, but you'll get used to it. Louis and I will be equals in the house, he the Alpha male, me the Alpha female, you the quintessential beta all three of us know you were born to be." She helped me up, told me to brush my teeth and meet her back in the living room.

I sat on the couch and drank a glass of water, still queasy and flushed as she went on.

"Now, as to finances. Just as all your money these past seven years have gone into an account with my name, it will now go into a joint account with mine and Louis' name. I'm also going to put his name on the house since he's going to be living here."

"Are you in falling in love with him?" I blurted it out so unexpectedly I began to cry.

"No, silly, I'm not FALLING in love with him I've FALLEN in love with him."

Louis takes my wife part 2...by cuckytoher

Louis takes my wife part 2...by cuckytoher

It has been a little over a year since my wife Stacie's lover Louis moved in with us. Please see part one of this story if you haven't read it already. The first three months found me in chastity -- Louis' idea of humbling and breaking me. It wasn't just chastity; it was emasculation and humiliation alongside it. One-night whilst they were preparing to make love, Stacie popped a pill in my mouth and said, "Enjoy!" What I didn't know then and what I was to find out soon was that it was Viagra. So here I was locked up watching the love of my life being ravaged by her lover while I knelt at the foot of the bed in excruciating pain as my tiny clitty throbbed inside its steal-spiked cage. After those three tortuous months I was allowed a 'release' which required me to hump a bag full of ice while wearing a condom. Needless to say, I felt nothing, but shot a load and was then required to clean it up.

The next three months Stacie thought it would be best if my little clitty were always unlocked and on display to show the physical difference between Louis' huge cock and my tiny clitty. My attire around the house changes with their whims. Sometimes I'm naked, other times I'm in a pink ballerina tutu, other times I'm in sheer stockings, and sometimes a nightie, but the constants are, I'm always hairless and always have makeup on which makes me look even more ridiculous with my bald head and 240lb frame.

As much as I hate to admit it, Louis and Stacie have broken me. They have broken me physically, mentally, emotionally and sexually. It does pain me to admit it, but at the same time it excites me. It is my destiny as Louis has taught me. He saw my deep seeded need to be emasculated and humiliated and to take to even further levels and to be totally owned. Stacie of course was right there with him, his willing partner in crime. And alas, he has become my King and she, my Queen. I serve many purposes in our household and in our relationship, cook, maid, personal servant, sex-slave, bill payer, provider of anything my King and Queen require. I am also a toy to be played with for their amusement like a cat toys with a mouse, the difference is when the cat is tired of playing with the mouse they kill it, Stacie and Louis simply put me away for another day.

Many nights I am relegated to sleep in my room which doubles as a cell as they can lock the door from their phone, and I have no way to get out. They did acquiesce and get me a folding bedside commode. They have installed cameras in my room and can watch me 24/7 and sometimes to play with my sensory component they will turn the lights on in the middle of the night, shocking me and making me think it's morning and I dutifully go stand by the door waiting for a release that never comes as I can hear them laugh through the baby monitor next to my bed. The baby monitor is another cruel device as I'm sometimes made to listen to them talk about me and other times; I'm forced to hear them make love. A big screen television is mounted to the wall and I never know when it will flash on and I will see them fucking or making love and then when their finished, the tv and lights go off. The strange part is I never know if what I'm watching is live or something they've pre-recorded to torture me. One night I endured three solid hours of watching them make love unsure if they were watching me or not.

The past month or two have been significantly stressful as a new game was played out with my psyche. Louis required me to begin a regime of vitamin supplements. After a few weeks on them I noticed changes, I didn't like. My body seemed softer, more sensitive, my lips fuller, my hips fuller, my tiny clitty would not get hard no matter how hard I tried to make it hard, it would just not cooperate. One night as knelt at their feet giving them foot massages I asked for permission to speak, another cruel blow to my psyche not being able to speak in your own house when the 'no speaking' rule was in place. I would have to meekly raise my hand if I wanted to speak and was either given permission or not. This night, Louis was feeling generous and acquiesced.

"S..s...s..ir, I um was wondering why the vitamins you're having me take seem to be having a weird effect on my body?" It was always torture to speak to Louis as he had trained me with his bamboo cane to make sure when I spoke it was in a lispy, feminine voice and not to waste words. I feared the wrath of that cane. Louis and Stacie lay snuggled on the double wide couch/loveseat which surrounded the room with me in the middle on my knees on the floor. They exchanged conspiratorial glances with shit eating grins on their faces.

"Well Samantha, (Louis and Stacie had coined this name for me and used it in public and private) truth be told, I have a doctor friend who we consulted about the best vitamins to get you to look and feel like we want. He prescribed them and they're hormones they give to people who are going through gender reassignment. So of course, your lips have gotten fuller, those hips too! And that little clitty will get hard once in a while, but at some point, that will cease to happen."

Stacie hugged his arm and beamed! "Isn't it great Samantha! We'll turn you into a perfect little submissive!"

"B..b..but what about my clitty not getting hard? H..h..h..ow will I 'release'?"

"Well, that's the beauty. Soon, Stacie will start training you with a strap on and she will milk you via your prostate."

Tears rolled down my eyes as I realized what they had done to me. Due to Louis' conditioning I knew not to speak back or push the issue any more lest I get his wrath.

"Yes Sir." I muttered.

"That's it?" Stacie bellowed. "That's all you can say after Master Louis has gone out of his way to find things that will make the both of us happy and take you to where we all know you want to go and that's the gratitude? If I were you baby, I'd tan his ass with your cane."

I wrapped my arms around his legs and begged. "No! No! No! Please Master, NOT the cane, please! The last time I couldn't sit for a week."

Stacie wouldn't let it go. "Baby, you know how fucking hot I get when you punish him. It makes me SO wet!"

"Go get the cane and assume the position." Louis growled.

I rose knowing it was useless. I scurried to my room where the dreaded bamboo cane hung on the wall as a constant reminder to me of Louis' ownership and control over me. Retrieved it and grabbed the leather cuffs from my drawer and returned to the living room. Louis fastened the black leather cuffs which were joined together with a foot long chain to my wrist and motioned for me to loop the chain over a large hook on the top of the doorway. In this position I was forced to stand tiptoe. I hung there naked and helpless. The first blow stung my ass cheeks, and I screamed. The blows rained down and I twirled naked and helpless like sissy princess ballerina. Stacie egged him on telling him to hit my clitty and laughed when I screamed. Blow after blow hit me on my thighs and ass and as I twirled once I saw Stacie in her blue denim dress, I bought her, legs spread, fingering her pussy. After he finished, I was left hanging there as they retired to the bedroom to fuck at my expense.