Note: This story is the thirty-third episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous thirty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.
Mark and I slept in the next morning. After we finally woke, I had Mark give me a bath. This was the first time I'd enjoyed this luxury since Ponce died.
Once we were dressed, we went into the kitchen. Lorraine was preparing a tray for Helen and David. They wanted breakfast in bed.
When the tray was ready he turned to Mark. "Bring this to Mistress Helen's bedroom. Knock first, it's a sign of respect; but don't wait for an answer, just bring the tray into the room. Helen will direct you once you're in the bedroom.
Mark picked up the tray and left.
As soon he was gone Lorraine turned to me. "Both Helen and I like your young man."
I smiled. "Thank you, so do I."
"We can tell." Lorraine paused for a moment. "April, Helen and I talked last night. We were wondering if you would like to have Mark move in with us."
I stared at Lorraine. "Are you serious?"
"Of course we are."
"I'll have to ask Mark; but yes, I would love it if he could live here."
Just then Mark walked back into the kitchen.
Lorraine smiled at me. "I'm going to go check on Helen and David. I'll be right back."
After Lorraine was gone, Mark looked at me. "Is he going to check my work?"
"No silly, he just used that as an excuse to leave us alone for a moment."
I grinned at Mark."
"April, why are you smiling like that?'
"Lorraine and Helen have invited you to live here. Would you like that?"
Mark stared at me. After a moment he asked, "Would you like that?"
I slowly nodded. "More than anything in the world."
Mark started grinning. "April I would love to live here." Suddenly he stopped. "Where would I sleep?"
I balled up my fist and punched Mark on the arm. "With me silly."
Sometimes my baby was a little obtuse.
We moved Mark's belongings to Helen's house that same day. He never spent another night in his dormitory room.
The next two years were extraordinarily happy.
That summer Helen decided that since she belonged to a country club, we should all learn to play golf. Of course no one mentioned the fact that Helen and Jessica originally joined the country club because they thought it was a good place to meet men.
In June we all spent two weeks at golf camp.
Initially there was some disagreement about which tees Lorraine would play from. Helen resolved that issue. Each of us would be free to play from the tees of our choice. It was a good resolution.
Mark loved the game. It was the first time he'd ever encountered a sport where being slender and graceful was more important than being big and strong.
After we got home, Mark and I spent the rest of the summer playing golf every day at the country club. I'm a good athlete. I picked up the game very quickly, but Mark was better. By the end of the summer I could regularly shoot scores in the mid eighties. During the last week in August Mark shot three rounds in the seventies.
Our junior year at Kelroy was very successful. We both had a strong work ethic and pushed each other to study and excel in class.
Our senior year was just as successful. Mark and I both graduated Magna cum Laude.
The night we graduated, I asked Mark to marry me. Of course, he accepted.
Helen, Jessica and Lorraine immediately went into a tizzy. Morris was also happy, but he had a little more self control.
Mark and I wanted a small wedding. Helen and Jessica argued for a big wedding. Morris and Lorraine made it clear that money was not a factor.
Mark and I held our ground. Helen and Jessica finally resolved themselves to the idea that we were going to have a small wedding in the formal living room at Helen's house.
Helen and Jessica decided that they should be bridesmaids. I wanted Lorraine to escort me down the aisle and give me away; but when I asked him he was clearly disappointed. He explained that this was most likely going to be his only chance to be a bridesmaid. He didn't want to miss the opportunity
We discussed having Morris walk me down the aisle. The problem was that Morris was also going to be Mark's best man. Jessica was the one who finally resolved the crisis. She pointed out that it was our wedding. We could do anything we wanted.
We all agreed. The problem was settled. I would have three bridesmaids. Morris would have a dual role. He would walk me down the aisle. As soon as he gave me away, he would become Mark's best man.
The wedding was a great success. Jamal, Darb's, Jake, Adam, Big Julius, Cynthia Parker, Mandy and Tony all attended.
After the reception, Mark and I went to the Calvert Hotel. That night I let Mark fuck me for the very first time. It had been over two years since I'd had a cock inside me. Mark's penis was small and he came quickly but it still felt good.
After he was done I made him lick his cum out of my cunt. That started a two hour sex romp. Mark licked my pussy and ass. I had several orgasms. I finished the night by giving him his very first blow job.
Afterwards we snuggled up to each other. As we lay in bed cuddling Mark looked at me and asked, "April, are you going to cuckold me now?"
I thought for a moment. I was certain that Mark had asked me the question because I'd let him fuck me. He understood me very well. He knew that once I started fucking again, I would want more.
I turned to him. "Maybe, if I find the right guy. Do you want me to cuckold you?"
He grinned and said, "Yes".
After we graduated, Mark got a job as a loan officer with The Wellington Bank. I signed a teaching contract with one of the suburban school districts. I was hired as an English teacher and assigned to Elias Moreland Senior High School. Our wedding present from Helen, Jessica, Morris and Lorraine was a small two bedroom bungalow about six blocks from Helen's house. Life for Mark and I was nearly perfect.
There was just one small complication. Mark was very perceptive. When I let him fuck me on our wedding night, it rekindled the itch. That one night was enough to make me remember how good it used to feel when a big, strong, masculine guy mounted me and plunged his huge erection into my sopping pussy.
I started to dream about big cocks. I thought about them all the time. When I talked on the telephone, I caught myself making doodles of erect penises. Fucking became an obsession.
Every time I met a new man, I found my self evaluating him as a candidate. It was no longer a question of if I was going to cuckold Mark. It was now a question of when.
Once school started I threw myself into my new job. I was excited about teaching. I was given five sections of eleventh grade English. I immediately started preparing my lesson plans.
During the opening workshop week of school I met Carl Mason. Carl was a first year Social Studies teacher. He was also the new boys basketball coach.
Carl was a six foot six inch muscular hunk. The first time I laid eyes on him we were at a faculty meeting in the school library. When I noticed him a little thrill shot through me. I spent the rest of the meeting imagining how wonderful it would feel to be pinned to the bed by that huge body while he pumped his cock in and out of my cunt.
After the meeting was over I lingered near the library exit. I was waiting for Carl. When he got to the door I accidentally turned and bumped into him. Our collision caused me to drop some papers I was carrying.
As I bent to pick up my papers I said, "Excuse me, I'm not usually this clumsy."
