I had been happily married for almost ten years when my wife, Susan, discovered I was having a gay affair with Carl. Our married life was good and loving, we had three little kids and I truly loved my wife both emotionally and sexually. It was just that I craved cock occasionally, too. After Susan got over the initial shock we sat down and talked. I confessed that I had loved cock since discovering it in college and especially craved being dominated by a strong man. She was shocked that my affair with Carl had been going on for over seven years. However, since it did not affect the way I fathered our children and loved her, she was willing to accept it, on one condition. She would be handing me over to Carl from now on. This is what happened the first time that she handed me over.
Carl is about 15 years older than me. He is the classic bull. I had been visiting him every week or so at his place where he would just dominate me. Carl also really gets off on humiliating me, in order to show me my place and to prove that he is so much more of a man than I am.
Yesterday was the first time that Susan handed me over to Carl. I still deliciously burn deep inside my stomach at the shame I felt when she handed me over for our meet.
We arrived at Carl's house at 11 in the morning. It is the usual time that I would duck out of work for a longer lunch and spend the time with Carl. When Carl opened the door, I introduced Carl to Susan and vice versa.
"I am so glad that you could bring the Pussy Boi." Carl said to my wife. "I think that it is healthier not to keep secrets in a marriage."
"I agree totally." Susan replied. "That is why I brought him to you personally this time. May I ask what you are going to do with him?" She asked as if I was not even there.
"Well," said Carl, as he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of frilly pink panties and a lacy baby doll gown, "First the Pussy Boi is going to strip down and don these. They are so much more appropriate for him. He will be spending at least the next half hour on the floor between my legs sucking me off. When I am good and ready and just can't be put off any longer, I am going to bend him over the bed, remove his panties and fuck his ass like he deserves!"
I burned with shame as they continued to talk about my upcoming session, totally ignoring me. Susan giggled at a few of the things that Carl told her that he did to me in that past. Carl was very open with her and seemed to enjoy bragging to her about what he does to me. All this time my cock was about to rip through my jeans it was so hard!
My wife told Carl that she would be back in an hour and a half to pick me back up. "Don't have too much fun!" she said with a smile as walking towards the exit.
"Why aren't you already in your panties and gown!?" Carl yelled at me.
My wife clearly heard this and giggled as she walked out Carl's front door! I had never been so humiliated in my whole life. The woman who I loved and was raising three kids with, now not only knew that I was bisexual, but also what a pussy I was.
I quickly put on the panties and baby doll as Carl took off his pants and sat in his favorite seat with his legs spread. I took my position on the floor between his legs while he put on some porn. I loved his cock and everything seemed to be at peace once it was in my mouth. I lovingly sucked on it, savoring its taste and understanding my place as his Pussy Boi. Susan was sexy and I loved having sex with her, but being dominated by Carl was just so raw. Deep down inside I knew that I would rather loose Susan, the mother of my children, than Carl's cock! I was so shamed but glad that she was wise enough to let me keep seeing Carl!
I put my whole heart into pleasing Carl's cock. I would tease the head for a while and then deep thought him, feeling so much pride as his head entered my gullet. When my jaw started aching I would remove his cock and just suck on his nuts some. Carl loved this and let out moans of contentment every now and then.
