He Wanted to Be My Cuc

Chapter 3 - Grandma's 90

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Birthday Party

I woke up early that Saturday morning, nervous and a bit anxious too. That afternoon I would be meeting Dave's family and friends at his grandmother's 90

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Birthday Party. Not only that, but I would also most likely meet Dave's wife. She wanted to fuck her boss, asked Dave for his approval and Dave left her.

I learned that he was using me to get back at his wife, which was fine with me since I was using Dave as my lover to fulfill my husband's cuckold fantasy.

Speaking about my husband, I still wasn't done fucking with him. This cuckold fantasy of his is a little tougher to break than I thought it would be, but I hadn't given up yet.

First, I thought the fear of a postnuptial agreement that gave me custody of the children and the loss of almost all our money would discourage him from continuing this ridiculous idea of wanting to watch me get fucked by another man. But it didn't.

Second, while he thought this was what he wanted from watching porn and reading some erotic stories, I showed him some videos of what a real cuckold's life "could be like." The videos Jerry had us watching could be found on Disney Plus compared to what I shared with Jerry. But that didn't discourage Jerry either.

Then I took him out in public while his dick was locked away in a cock cage. I danced and flirted with a man right in front of Jerry. The guy knew Jerry was a cuck and treated him as one. His name was Tom, he was a very good-looking guy, cocky and confident. Maybe a little too cocky and confident. He pissed off my brother-in-law Jack when he assumed that Jack was my sister's cuck. Jack sent Tom to the hospital in an ambulance.

Jack is a sweet man, but not a man that you want to anger. He knows that my husband has a cuckold fantasy and that I am trying to teach him a lesson and end his stupidity. So, he is very considerate and non-judgmental toward Jerry. But I also know that when he sent Tom to the hospital, it wasn't only because of what Tom had said to Tina,

"Is he a cuck too? I have a few friends that would love to fuck a beautiful woman like you."

It was also Jack's way of stepping up for Jerry.

After that incident, Jerry decided that he was okay with me going out and just coming home to tell my stories of the other men I was with. Which was promising, it told me that Jerry wasn't 100% into the whole cuckold lifestyle and maybe I could break him.

And then there was Dave. Dave was big like Jerry but older and handsome, not hot. And he looked like he kept himself in shape too. He was a smooth talker and he won me over. Did I want to drop to my knees and suck his dick? Did I feel my pussy getting wet and need him to throw me over the bar and fuck me? Um, no.

But I did enjoy spending time with Dave, and I will admit that I was a little concerned that things were getting too close between us. Dave eased my concerns a little. I learned that Dave was using me to teach his wife Trish a lesson. She wanted to fuck another man while Dave sat home waiting for her. I was being used to show his wife that he could pick up a girl that would fuck him too.

Jill is married to Brian, who is one of Dave's best friends. Jill is also Trish's cousin. Jill was telling Trish all about me.

I was using Dave too, so can I complain? I told Jerry I met a man named Dave, and he was now my lover. I told Jerry he has an 8" dick, he's dominating, and I love how he pounds my pussy. I figured that's what Jerry wanted to hear me say.

So, there I was early Saturday morning, the day of the party, looking at my husband lying there sound asleep. I pulled back the covers to see his dick locked away in its cage, I had him locked away for the past week. There is a feeling of power and control over a man when you see his dick locked up like that.

Was I enjoying myself with this power and control? You better believe I was. Jerry was more attentive to me, helped around the house, did the laundry, fucked up at doing the laundry, but got better and most of all, Jerry was incredible in bed and was no longer complaining about our sex life being boring. Sex was good before, but now I come first and it's not always about Jerry. Jerry still reads the online erotic stories, but he told me he has stopped watching porn. My threat to cutting him off and locking him in his little dick prison probably influenced his decision.

As I started to say, I was lying there looking at Jerry, he was sound asleep while I was plotting my next move to humiliate Jerry into giving up his cuckold fantasy. I told him Dave said he had to wear the cage for the week until Saturday evening when I get back, and Jerry agreed to it, 'Damn him.'

Next, was my day at the spa to get ready for the party. I would need Jerry to help me get dressed too. But first, it was time to wake Jerry up and play a little before it was time to make breakfast for the girls.

I started by sucking Jerry's balls since they are outside of the cage. I also took my highspeed vibrating bullet and placed it right between his balls and ass and turned that baby up as high as it would go. Jerry's dick was bouncing around, and it wanted out of its cage before Jerry even woke up.

"Oh fuck!" Jerry was awake now lol, "Lisa that feels good, but I need you to stop, I can get hard, and it hurts in the cage," my little bitch whined.

As I haven't a clue about a cock cage, other than what I have read, I don't know if he can or he can't get hard...or which would hurt more, but it was fun to watch him wiggle, whine and complain.

"With pain comes pleasure," I shared with my husband. "So, relax and enjoy it. I feel bad Jerry, I deprived you of sex this whole week."

"But you're just teasing me. I can't cum in this cage.

I read an article about being locked in a cock cage and you can come in a cage.

"7 ways to make your cuck cum in a Chastity like a bitch."

Cumming in a chastity cage is the most frustrating thing ever, but the orgasm is intense.

The chastity cage is about tease and denial.

I liked the sound of that.

While this article went on to tell how much enjoyment a cuck gets from Cumming in his cage, Jerry doesn't like being locked up and he whines like a bitch. He only agrees to wear it because he knows I would eventually set him free, and the sex would be spectacular. But not tonight. I had to laugh at myself, knowing what was to cum. Just a little pun.

Cumming in a cock cage they call a sissy orgasm. The article said Cumming in a cock cage is humiliating and submissive but also the best orgasm a guy could ever experience

"It's fucking mind-blowing!"

Well, Jerry's won't be.

My favorite ways the article discussed to get your cuck to cum were using the bullet and teasing him with a blow job while he's locked in his cage. Fucking his small dick while in its cage and can't get any bigger was an interesting one. If it would drive Jerry crazy, I was willing to give it a try.

Time to fuck with Jerry. "How does that feel Jerry? Tell me how much you love it." Jerry didn't look happy.

"You want me to suck your cage, Jerry? I read that cucks love that."

I played with Jerry's balls as I sucked his cage, I heard him moaning so I knew it was working. I still had the bullet on its highest setting.

"You want to cum for me don't you baby? Just like a good cuck, you want to cum in your cage." I felt his dick struggling to get free, his balls were getting swollen and that was my cue to stop everything.

"Please stop," my bitch was whining, and I was laughing.

Jerry couldn't hold back his orgasm, but the pleasure was gone, his cum just dribbled out. There was no powerful orgasm.

"How did that feel Jerry, did you like it? Well, I guess since you came, there's no reason to take it off tonight now is there."

With that, I left Jerry lying on the bed in disbelief, "And Jerry, make sure you clean up your mess and do the sheets." I walked off to take a shower.

After my shower, I walked into the kitchen, but I wasn't wearing my same around-the-house weekend wear. I heard the laundry going and Jerry was making breakfast for the girls.

Jerry didn't look happy, "where are you off to today," Jerry asked.

"I have an appointment to get my hair and nails done. Dave wants me to get a Brazilian too."

"A Brazilian, I always asked you to do something like that, but you never would."

"I don't know what to tell you; Dave didn't ask me he told me." Leaving Jerry in the kitchen, I went to check on the girls.

The morning with my girls was fun. Putting my hands down Jerry's boxers was fun too. Jerry usually loves it when I tease and play with his balls, but for some reason, he didn't today. Oh well.

"Girls, mommy has to go out for a while, you be good for daddy." I kissed the girls before I left.

The nails, the hair, and shopping for sexy lingerie were fun as always but that Brazilian hurt like hell. Now I know why I never got a Brazilian when Jerry begged me to get one. I'm going back to my Philips Lady Shaver Series 6000. It makes me feel smooth and sexy. The holiday set comes in a cute little pink bag with cream that is so soothing.

Back to my story. I was gone for a few hours and Jerry was out back playing with the girls when I got home. I walked right up to him, gave him a wet kiss and we played with each other's tongues. Cuck or not, Jerry is my husband and I love him.

"Jerry, are you still mad at me for teasing you this morning?"

"Yes, but I guess I have to get over it don't I?"

"Yes, you do Jerry and I like that you are learning to submit to me. Remember, this was your fantasy, not mine." With that, I went to see my girls and play with them a while before I had to get ready for the party.

After my shower, I dressed and called Jerry. Well, I wasn't completely dressed yet.

"Holy shit, you look incredible," my husband commented but also complained, "How come you never wear stockings and a garter belt for me? And where are your panties?"

"Dave told me to dress like this and I am not wearing any panties, Dave wants to be able to lift my skirt so he can fuck me. He likes to push me to my limit, knowing that anyone can be watching us is so exciting."

"What happened to my wife?" Jerry asked, "You felt uncomfortable wearing a bikini at the neighborhood pool."

"Dave just has a power over me. Look, you're getting plenty of benefits for me fucking Dave, and pushing me to explore my sexuality. Are you happy or not? This is what you wanted and I'm enjoying it now too."

"Well, I guess." Oh, I think I have finally struck a chord with Jerry. Jerry is now seeing that he may not have thought this whole cuckold fantasy through.

"Jerry, help me get dressed," I slipped on this sexy form-fitting dress that showed off my boobs and plenty of cleavage. "Jerry put my anklet on for me."

Jerry stood back and took me in, "You look spectacular!"

"Do you think Dave will like my skirt too," I bent forward and pulled my skirt up, "Look, Dave has access to my pussy and ass."

"You let him fuck your ass! I've tried forever for you to let me fuck your ass and you tell me

"No it's disgusting, and I would never do that!"

Now this guy Dave that you have only known for a what two or three months is fucking you in the ass?"

"Jerry, you need to calm down. I tried over and over and gave you plenty of opportunities to tell me you did not want to continue with this fantasy of yours, but you didn't and now I am enjoying myself and my time with Dave. So don't start complaining now."

Jerry left our bedroom, and I could tell that he was sulking, but not enough yet to give up on his fantasy.

Once I was dressed, I called and waited for my Uber driver to pick me up. Jerry was avoiding me. But he did accept my kiss as the driver honked his horn to let me know he was there.

Now if you're wondering why I agreed to go to Dave's grandmother's 90

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birthday party, knowing that his wife will be there and that I am the enemy since Dave's whole family wants him to forgive his wife, it's Jerry's fault. Dave has me reading these crazy stories that are truly unbelievable. Well, I say that but based on the comments from readers I may have to question myself. But to have the opportunity to be part of one of those stories in real life, oh no, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

The cheating wife meets the new girlfriend. The cheating wife fights to save her marriage. The cheating wife was wrong, she thought her husband loved her enough to become her cuckold bitch like my Jerry. Oh no, I was not going to miss this.

As we pulled up to the bar, Dave was waiting for me, wearing black slacks, and a golf shirt that showed off his broad chest and muscular arms, he looked very handsome and hot.

"Lisa," Dave complimented me first, "you look incredible."

"Thank you, Dave, and you look very handsome. Your wife is a fool for taking the chance that she might lose you just so she could have sex with another man."

Dave opened the door to an old Corvette, he let me know it was a 67 Stingray, a convertible too. "I can put the top down or will it mess up your hair?"

"I should be fine if you want to drive with it down."

It was a nice ride, about a forty-five-minute drive or so to the Cherryville Country Club, an exclusive country club. I learned that Dave's grandparents are loaded and pay the membership for Dave's parents, Dave, his siblings, and their families.

The club was well-landscaped and very impressive. There was a cocktail hour on the back deck, off the room where we would be having the party. More people were attending the party than I thought there would be.

Now it was show time.

"Grandma, Grandpa, this is my friend Lisa."

"I thought you were married to that hot blond," Dave's grandfather shared.

"Shut up Lenny," Grandma was a pip, "Dave dumped the cheating bitch for cheating on him."

"Grandma, she didn't cheat on me, we are just trying to work things out."

While they were talking, Grandpa grabbed me by the hand, and we made our way to the bar. "Oh, okay. Um, Dave, I'll find you later."

"Boy! Boy! Over here," That was Grandpa's way of getting the bartender's attention. "Where's the pretty barmaid?"

The bartender just gave an I don't know look, "What can I get you, sir," he asked.

Grandpa responded as you would expect, "The hot barmaid."

Within minutes the hot barmaid was there to take our drink order.

"Hi Grandpa, what can I get for you and your lady friend?"

At first, I thought it was truly Grandpa's granddaughter, but it wasn't. "She's not my real granddaughter, I'm her sugar grandpa," he whispered to me.

We ordered our drinks and Dave was right, Grandpa has no filters.

"So, Lisa I might be old, but my dick still works."

"Okay, Grandpa that's good to know."

And then the bartender confirmed it to be true. "That's right Grandpa, it still works just fine! Just keep taking that little blue pill." They both laughed together, and Grandpa tossed her a fifty.

"I'm not going to use it on you Lis, I'm just sayin is all, it still works, and I popped a little blue pill. Sometimes I can't control it and it just pops up."

I was at a loss for words and was hoping Dave would save me.

"Your dick doesn't get hard anymore you old fuck!"

"Hi! I'm Helen. David's grandmother Edna is my sister, and this is Arthur, my husband."

"Very nice to meet you," I shook both of her hands and Helen noticed that I forgot to take off my rings.

"Married, your secret is safe with me. Hurry and take them off before anyone else notices." Oh, I liked Helen.

"Brenda," she yelled to the bartender, "we need two shots and none of that cheap shit or I'll tell Edna you're taking money from Henry again."

"Henry is a nice guy, but he's, well, not all there."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay, we just need to keep an eye on him and keep him out of trouble." Helen whispered to me, "Edna gives him a tick tack and he thinks it's Viagra."

I couldn't resist, "Is it like the placebo effect? Does it work, does he get ...hard?" I'm going to hell for asking.

"Honey, I'm not sure and I don't want to know. It's bad enough I still have to look at Arthur's dried-up old prune."

"Hey, take that back," Arthur heard Helen.

"Oh, Arthur, you know I'm just kidding. That little prune still pleases me."

"That's right it does, and you're gonna beg me a little something tonight too."

Helen said under her breath to me, "A little something is right."

"Lisa," Grandpa smiled, "What's the difference between peanut butter and jam? Only one has nuts."

Arthur laughed and Helen just rolled her eyes.

"I got one, "Arthur shared, "Why did the sperm cross the road?

Because I put on the wrong sock this morning. Get it?" Okay, I even laughed at that one.

"Good one Arthur," it was Helen's turn, "What's the difference between a woman's husband and her boyfriend? 60 minutes. Get it, Arthur?"

Helen and I enjoyed a shot or was it two? "I got one more," Arthur said, "why is there a flower on the front of a woman's panty? It's in memory of all the faces that have been planted there."

Helen took me by the hand, "Let's get away from these two, and don't get offended if they start feeling up your ass later. The two perverts mean no harm."

"Thanks for the warning."

"I know about him and his wife; that's Trish right over there."

I tried not to stare, "She's beautiful." I said to Helen.

"Yup, and she likes to flaunt it too. But this time she took it too far."

"So, what's up with the rings," Helen asked, "are you cheating on your husband too?"

I leaned forward, "We have an agreement."

"Swingers, you like to swap or is it an open marriage?"

What could I say? Fuck it, I was never going to see these people gain. "I'm a dominatrix." I don't think that's too far from the truth; I dominate my husband. I left him home with his dick locked in a cage, I tease him and withhold his pleasure and I make him do the laundry.

"No! Is David into that?"

"Oh, I don't talk about my clients or potential clients."

That's when David approached us, "What are you two talking about?"

Helen just shook her head, "I didn't see that one coming."

"What?" Dave looked at me with a grin.

"Oh, it's nothing, just girl talk," I said to Dave.

"Dave, your wife is beautiful."

"And so, are you," Dave said with a smile, "now what did you say to Helen?"

"I told her I was a dominatrix, and now she thinks you're a client."

Dave just put a smile on his face and shook his head. "You couldn't have said I was your Dom?"

"What fun would that have been? But if you want, I can tell that to the next person who asks how we met."

"Come on, it's time to meet the family." This should be fun.

"Mom and Dad are here, but my daughters couldn't make it, they're away at college."

Before we got to his parents, I was swept away to the dance floor. Let me tell you, to see a bunch of 80 and 90-year-olds doing the Margarita, line dances, and a dance called The Ally Cat, was a sight to see. But I joined right in with them.

Just then I thought about Jerry and how much fun we have together at weddings and dancing to that stupid Chicken Dance.

So, there I was dancing with Grandpa, a slow dance. Grandpa held me tight with both hands palming my ass. He was holding my ass even after the song had ended.

"Hey, give the rest of us a chance Henry. Shit, it's not your birthday." That was Marcus. Marcus is one of Grandpa's oldest friends and he says he has a lot of dirt on Grandpa.

"Henry doesn't know it, but I fucked Edna." Marcus laughed. "Henry has always had a tiny dick." I love old people.

"How come you don't hold my ass like that anymore Henry?" Grandma asked. But it didn't look like she cared, she was more interested in Marcus. Grandma grabbed Marcus by the balls, "They feel like they dropped a little Marcus, I may need to put some life back into them," Grandma said with a smile.