Sally Dan And Toby Too Pt 06

The tale continues of how my amazing wife started to enjoy other men whilst helping me find many other facets to my sexual identity.

"Of course I have knickers on Daniel, I am a classy lady, although in fairness it is a barely there thong that matches everything else. Just a string going up my arse crack and around the top." Sally replied.

The door bell rang and Sally indicated that I should go let "her date" for the night in. Mark was obviously as blown away as I was and must have checked with me ten times if it was all still OK, once more promising nothing untoward would happen until they were back here.

Sally smiled at us both and added,

"Not sure I can make the same promise Daniel, look how fucking gorgeous and fit he is in his tuxedo."

She went over and kissed him lightly on the cheek, quickly then wiping her lipstick from his face. As she did this I noticed her hand wander down to his crotch which she rubbed before adding,

"And look at this, we can't have him wandering around all night like this now can we?"

Mark blushed and stammered,

"Fuck Sally, can't help it with you around normally, never mind looking like this."

Sally took his hands and placed them on her arse cheeks. My cock jumped as I watched the grin on Mark's face explode into a massive smile as he slid his hands up and down her, obviously feeling the suspender belt beneath.

"Well, my hard on is going nowhere now is it, can we just stop here and I can slowly get you out of this outfit before fucking you senseless." Mark asked Sally, almost earnestly.

"If I hadn't spent a fortune and all week choosing all this I would happily let you take me right now Mark, god knows I am wet enough. But no, it's an important night for you and I want people to see me now, to see us now, together, looking as fucking hot as we do."

Sally then kissed me lightly on the cheek and they left, arm in arm down the hallway and then out the door.

Again I had prepped for the evening by only wearing soft loose shorts and a T-shirt. I stood in the hallway and pulled my hard cock from the waistband, pre-cum already glistening at the tip and wondering how long this night was going to feel. I closed the blinds in the lounge, put some music on and stripped off my two items of clothing.

I fetched a beer and the laptop and settled in for an evening of reading very short messages whilst perusing a million pictures of other mens cocks on the two hook up sites we had joined. My hard on soon waned as I filtered through the various messages and profiles of the site's members until I suddenly felt like I had hit the jackpot.

We had a message off "Greg", he was fit, he was arty, he was slightly older than us but most importantly he was an experienced bi-sexual looking for no strings, MMF fun with a couple, oh and he seemed to have a brain and be able to actually write a reasonable message.

My cock began to spring back to life as I looked through his profile and pictures. I decided, unilaterally, to reply as he was apparently currently online. I fetched another beer and upon my return he had messaged back,

"Do you both want to do a video chat, it's Saturday night, let's have some "getting to know you" fun."

I replied that we couldn't because I was home alone as my wife was at an event, solely as a plus one, with her fuck buddy. He instantly replied,

"Well if she is out having fun, why shouldn't you have some with me?"

My cock was now stretching out to almost full hardness as I admired his pictures and I casually began to stroke it.

My head was racing and my heart was pounding. I had never done anything like this before, not even with Sally, well apart from last week. That was different though as it was the two of us, actually the three of us but Sally was involved and here she was not.

I replied,

"I can't really, not without my wife, we are doing this together. Would love to do it when she is here, maybe tomorrow?"

"Oh sorry, I didn't realise she had control, I thought as she is obviously going to get fucked by another man tonight it would be ok for you to get some pleasure, some relief."

My cock twitched some more as I read and then re-read the message. It was followed quickly with,

"Is he bringing her back home, will he fuck her in your house, in your bed, as you watch and stroke at your smaller cock?"

My cock grew again with this and so I typed,

"Hopefully yes."

I really was not sure where this was going or what I was doing talking like this about my wife to a complete stranger. All I knew though, was that it was turning me on more and more. Greg's reply came through,

"Aha, so do you clean her up when he has come in her, do you eat all his hot salty cum from her used cunt, you pussy?"

I couldn't believe the effect this was having on me, my cock was so hard in my hand, pre-cum oozing from it. I had never been talked to like this or imagined I would want to be, but it suddenly felt incredible. Hot, dirty and incredible. I simply replied,

"Yes."

"So you are a cock sucking, clean up loving, cuckold sissy boy then? How does his cock feel in your mouth when you clean him up? Why doesn't your profile say this is what you and your wife are into? I may have messaged earlier, I love a sissy boy, cum loving cuck...I mean who doesn't?"

Thankfully this gave me the chance to stop stroking my cock so I could type out the reply. If I carried on like this I would be cumming in seconds. I sent back a garbled message,

"No he's straight, not cuck, not sissy, wife wants to see that, the sucking cock bit, I want to do it, but this guy won't, no we want what we have said in our profile, to share someone."

The reply took a while to arrive and I was suddenly worried that Greg had disappeared on me. I was still stroking myself slowly as I thought through what he said, what he called me, how I felt about it, more importantly, why did it seem to turn me on so much? Greg's reply arrived,

"So you are a cuck in denial, you enjoy watching your wife with others, you like to see her take a bigger, thicker, harder cock and be fucked way better than you ever could."

"You finally plucked up the courage to tell her and suddenly she wants to see you with another man. She wants you to be fucked in the ass like you have tried (and most probably failed) to fuck her there, she wants you to gag on a huge cock and to struggle to swallow it all down, like she has, before with you and now with her well endowed lover."

"Has she started to deny you at all yet? It'll be little things to start with, she's tired, she's saving herself for her lover. But she will deny you and secretly you enjoy it. You watch them, mostly without getting to join in, wanking your own little cock and secretly you enjoy that, it all turns you on. You are a true cuckold my friend."

I re-read that message three times and then another came through,

"Has what I have said made you hard, has it made you play with that little stubby cock of yours, do you want to cum but feel like you have to save yourself for when your wife and her lover get back?"

Still trying to process all this I shakily began to type,

"Yes I am hard and wanking and yes I want to cum and yes I am not sure if I should save myself."

All I got back was a single word,

"CUCKOLD!"

I re-read all the messages back from the beginning and my cock seemed to just keep growing and getting harder as I did so, I was getting so desperate to cum when the next message came through,

"DON'T CUM YET, let me watch you and you can watch me and then when I say you can...and not before...you can cum, like the true little sissy cuckold you truly are."

"I'm just not sure, I have never done anything like this before." I replied.

I waited for a reply, my cock throbbing and my heart pounding. I looked at the clock, I still had a good couple of hours before I expected Sally and Mark back, the reply came,

"OK, I am going to tell you some things I know you are feeling and want to happen, if I am right and these things turn you on even more, we can video call and enjoy watching each other cum. If you can honestly say none of it is true, then we simply say goodbye and delete the message thread?"

Now, as well as being so incredibly horny and turned on, I was intrigued. This man had already created a whirlwind of thoughts, feelings and emotions in my head, some I did not feel I could ever admit to, what could he possibly say now. I simply replied with the one word,

"OK"

"So she (or he) has told you that nothing will happen until they get home tonight but you secretly want something to happen. You want her to go down on him or for him to fuck her, in the car, the toilets, perhaps even somewhere more public. You WANT that. You want them to come home, his cum seeping through her knickers and to be told to clean her up, not asked but told, maybe even by him. It'll be late, maybe you want him to stay over, maybe in the spare room. Secretly, somewhere inside you, you want her to tell you he's sleeping with her, in your bed. You can have the spare room. Secretly you want to be alone in that room whilst this man spends the entire night fucking your wife, pleasuring her, giving her the best fucking she has ever had, making her cum so loud you hear it all, whilst you play with your small cock and then get called in for clean up duties. After tonight she will ask him round more, deny your pleasure more, take her own pleasure more with him, not you and secretly, deep inside of you, that is what you want. Now tell me if that is all not true."

I gulped so hard after reading that three times, pre-cum oozing out of me. I needed to cum. I clicked on the video message icon to connect with Greg. A cock filled the screen, a face in shadow somewhere behind, a hand wanking the cock slowly.

It was a good looking cock, it's tip glistening. I could see from the thumbnail that Greg had a very similar image to look at, although maybe a slightly smaller cock.

"Hey Dan, how you doing, nice to see you."

"Hi...hi Greg" I stammered.

"Right, as you are obviously a true sissy cuckold who is home alone whilst his wife is with her lover, I need you to do something for me." Greg said in a quite nondescript middle England accent.

"Erm..sorry what was that Greg." I replied quietly.

"Go and fetch a pair of your wife's knickers and put them on."

"What, sorry what, I thought we were, I thought I could just..."

"Stop blathering Dan, be the good little sissy cuck you are and go and fetch a pair of her knickers and put them on...NOW."

I don't know why but I stood and went into the utility to fetch a pair of Sally's knickers. They were bright pink and satin with lace edging. Before I picked up the laptop again I slipped them over my feet and pulled them up my legs. More pre-cum spilled from my cock just as I pulled them up and squeezed myself into them. I watched as the damp bloom appeared on the front near the waistband.

I sat back down and positioned the laptop so Greg could see my satin covered bulge at the forefront of the screen. I have to be honest, they felt good, my cock felt good encased in the soft material and the tightness felt good too. I rubbed my hand over my bulge and the little damp patch and that felt good.

"That's better, that's how a good little cuck should look. What do you think of my cock cuck boy?" Greg said.

"It's...it's very handsome Greg, and quite large, certainly bigger than mine." I replied.

"And what would you like to do with it Dan, Imagine I had just fucked Sally with it, made her cum so hard she had to beg me to stop fucking her, but I had not cum yet. What would like to do as your wife watched on, holding it out for you?"

"I'd...well I'd like to take it in my mouth and lick it clean of my wife's juices, lick up and down the long length Greg while my wife encouraged me." I said

"You can pull your cock out the top of your panties Dan, you do know that when a woman wears them, they are knickers. When a sissy little cuck boy like you wears them, they become panties. Did you know that?"

"Er...no...no Greg, I didn't know that at all." I replied.

"Take it out the top of your panties and wank it for me Dan while I imagine you taking me deep in your mouth, gagging as your wife watches, as she tells me to fuck her little sissies mouth good and hard."

I really was not lasting much longer, this was all too intense. The big cock filling the screen once more made me want to reach out, touch it, taste it. The soft, tight material looked and felt amazing against my skin. The words being said to me were somehow degrading and yet turning me on more and more.

"Have you taken another man's full load yet Dan? Would you like to take mine, to swallow what you can and then share a cum kiss with your wife? I know you would, I know that's what you want...or actually would you like my big cock up that panty clad sissy hole of yours?" Greg said smiling behind his cock as he worked it with his hand.

"Oh fuck Greg, both, I want both, never had either yet but Sally really wants...well..we both really want..." I stammered as Greg cut me off.

"Yes of course Sally wants and Sally gets what she wants doesn't she, because SHE is in control. Sally owns your cuckold ass and she calls the shots and that is the way you secretly like it. You want her to own you and you want her to get her needs met elsewhere and you want to be the cock sucking, clean up, little bitch, but you are just too much of a pussy to tell her. Is that right Dan?" Greg said with a sneer.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck...I;m gonna cum...gonna cum..." I let out between gulps of air.

"So when you cum Dan, push that little cock back inside your panties, pump them full of your sticky cream and then your wife can find them. Sally can find her sexy knickers defiled by you and then she will know what a true sissy cuckold bitch you are."

I quickly forced my cock down into Sally's knickers, my panties, as my cock exploded. It was an intense feeling as my cream gushed from me but had nowhere to go, confined by the soft satin material and restricted by how tight they fitted me.

I could feel the hot cum coating my cock and my balls, a large bloom forming in the front until the white sticky seed began to force it's way through the material, a large white blob of cum appearing as I continued to pump my spunk into them. It felt amazing.

Greg gave me a few moments to recover before saying,

"And now you want to clean that blob from the front, don't you Dan, scoop it up and swallow it down, like a good sissy boy should."

Again I don't really know why I so easily did as he said but I did. Scooping the blob that had forced its way through and then sucking it from my fingers.

"And here's some fucking more for you Dan, bet you'd love to be swallowing this down..." Greg said before groaning loudly.

I looked at the screen just in time to see long ropes of cum spurt high out of his cock, out of shot of the camera before he squeezed his hand down hard and it pumped slowly out of his tip, flowing over his thick ridge and coating his hand.

He was correct though, I really did wish I was there swallowing it down, licking him clean as my wife encouraged me.

I suddenly felt a little awkward, almost embarrassed and so quickly stammered out,

"Er...thanks Greg...that was...well that was...maybe we could do it again...sometime...thanks."

I left the video call and slumped back into the sofa, looking down at my cum filled panties and slowly realising I had some cleaning up to do, otherwise I had a lot of explaining to do and I was not sure I wanted to go there quite yet.

I was still enjoying the feeling of my softening cock being so tightly encased in both the satin of the panties and the cum that was coating it. After a little while I went to have a quick shower, stuffing the damp knickers into the bottom of my own underwear drawer.

When I went back downstairs I found a message off Greg on the site we had met on earlier.

"Hey cucky boy, that was fun, maybe we can do it again sometime, maybe when you "cum" clean to your wife, we can do it in person. You can prepare us both to fuck, watch me give her the time of her life and then clean us both us up? Here when you need putting in place."

My reply was short,

"Thanks again Greg, speak soon...I hope."

I then deleted the whole message thread except for his initial approach. It was suddenly gone midnight and I settled on the sofa with some old action movie on in the background as my mind tried to wrestle with everything that had just been said and that had happened.

I must have drifted off to sleep because suddenly it was 1.30 am and Sally and Mark were coming through the door of the lounge. They both looked a little more dishevelled than when they left and yet still looked good, both on their own and as a couple. They were also both a little tipsy, Mark seemingly more so than Sally. Sally threw her arms around me and we kissed deeply and passionately, the distinct taste of alcohol on her breath, as we broke apart I said simply,

"Have a good time?"

Sally beamed at me as she replied,

"It's been lovely, just lovely, thank you Dan, thank you for letting me go and spend a lovely evening with this handsome young stud."

I was about to speak when she leaned in and kissed my neck and ear before whispering to me,

"I'm so wet Daniel, sooooooooo fucking wet, it's been so hard not to all night, so now can I fuck him please, as you are here to watch, please?"

My cock was already stretching back to life as she said these words to me and Sally instinctively knew that would be the case, as she moved a hand down to rub at the increasing bulge in my shorts. I replied,

"Of course you can, my darling wife, who I am to deny that hot, sweet pussy of yours."

We turned to find Mark asleep on the sofa, head lolled to one side. Sally hitched up her dress, exposing the red and black lace stocking tops and straddled him. She pulled his face round to meet her own and tried to kiss him, tried to force his mouth open with her tongue but he was almost comatose.

"Oh for fucks sake Mark, all youve wanted to do all night is eat me and fuck me...arrrggghhhhh." Sally let out, in obvious annoyance and frustration.

At my suggestion we decided to take him to the spare room but then realised how big a bloke he was and so decided to just make him comfortable on the sofa for the night.

Once in our own room Sally asked me to help her out of her dress. As she stepped out of it, still in her heels, I couldn't help but let out a soft whistle of appreciation. She looked simply stunning and I pulled her in for a kiss, my hands roaming her body and the beautiful underwear that she had on.

She seemed distracted as I slipped a hand into the tiny V of material that covered her landing strip and discovered just how fucking wet she was. As I probed her with my one hand, I pushed my shorts down with the other before taking her hand in mine and guiding it to my hardening cock.

"Sorry Dan, sorry just not really in the mood right now. I'm tired, it's late." she whispered absentmindedly.

"You feel very in the mood Sally, you're so fucking wet." I whispered back, kissing her neck.

"Yes I might be...but not you...well...sorry Dan...it's late." she replied and kissed me before turning away to get undressed.

The minute her head hit the pillow, she was asleep. I spooned into her back, my cock still semi hard as my mind wandered back to my online encounter with Greg and the things that had been said and exactly how I felt about them.

I woke sometime around 9.30 to find Sally already showering in the en-suite. I slipped in behind her and kissed her wet shoulders as I took the sponge from her and softly soaped up her amazing tits.

"I..er...I didn't really want Mark waking up and not knowing what had happened...so I figured...well I thought I should..." Sally began to say until I interrupted her,