Ohio, 1959
The next nine months were a time of many new experiences for us as a couple. Our devotion to each other and our newfound complete devotion and submission to Robert was tested but ultimately strengthened and deepened to a profound degree.
Immediately after Cathy and I had learned she was pregnant, Cathy was delayed in seeing Robert again for about a week as Robert's wife had been getting suspicious about the frequency of him "staying late" after work in order to meet her in hotel rooms. Eventually they resumed, however, and soon they started experimenting with meeting each other at other times such as in the middle of the day around lunch when Robert could slip away from work for an hour and meet up with Cathy for a "quicky" while the girls were at school.
They had begun communicating by telephone now and Cathy even invited Robert to our house a few times without telling me until afterward, but both of us soon agreed we had to be very discreet about such things so the neighbors wouldn't realize she was having an affair. The knowledge that Cathy and Robert had fucked in our marriage bed of course sent gut-wrenching shivers down my spine and into my spasmodically twitching penis, which would finally dribbled and spurted cum even as I denied myself the pleasure of touching it.
When Cathy told Robert that she was pregnant and that he must be the father, he seemed a little uneasy at first but was reassured by her telling him that both her and I were overjoyed and happy to raise his child as our own. Robert offered to give us money to help raise his child, but Cathy refused and again emphasized how much both of us wanted to do this purely out of devotion to him. Robert replied that as her husband's boss he would at least ensure that enough money was coming into our bank account while he worked for the company, and maybe even see about getting me a substantial raise or promotion.
As for our two girls and extended family, we decided to wait to tell them Cathy was pregnant until she started to visibly show incase of a miscarriage and perhaps because despite our acceptance of Robert being the father, a part of us still felt awkward about the situation.
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The agonizing, intoxicating days dragged on. Then weeks. Then a month. Cathy and Robert would meet and fuck, then she would come home in the evening or I would come home from work to her and dutifully cuddle her and undress her, kiss her and lick her, clean her up and bath her. I worshipped her, seeing her smeared makeup and lipstick, smelling and tasting Robert's cum out of her felt like an act of worship. My pain and jealousy was almost always overpowered by the sheer eroticism and reverence I had for my wife now and her relationship with Robert. It just felt so right that a superior man was in charge of us and our marriage.
I tried to leave my ejaculations more and more up to Cathy's control. We both felt that I should no longer enter her even though she was already pregnant. Her holes belonged to Robert now. But if she felt generous and like jerking me off, she would. If she allowed me to rub my penis to ejaculation on her thigh or stomach or butt, I would. If she wanted me to remain denied after Robert had fucked her, I accepted that and resisted the temptation to masturbate with all the willpower I could muster until eventually after enough stimulation the cum would sometimes involuntarily drizzle out of me without me touching myself. This was much less satisfying than a regular orgasm but provided some temporary relief.
As the weeks passed into over a month, Robert became more aggressive and dominating toward Cathy. She began regularly coming home with red welts and bruises on body her from where Robert had spanked her or whipped her with his belt, usually her ass. I was almost horrified when Cathy first admitted this but she said she liked it and had always liked him being dominant and brutal toward her like a wild beast. She was like his slave, she said, and would let him do anything he wanted her to. "He's your boss, and he's my boss too," Cathy said with a smile.
One night, Cathy also admitted that Robert had been sticking his fingers in her ass for weeks now as they had sex but she had been too embarrassed to tell me. It felt dirty and kind of gross, she said, and she was shocked when he first did it "where poop comes out" without asking her while fucking her from behind. But she had grown to like and crave it in a strange sort of way. She said it made her feel "full." Robert had tried to stick his dick into her asshole to sodomize her as well, but he had been too big and she had squealed and begged him to stop until he finally did, being content with sticking his thumb in and spanking her until she was more "stretched out" as he put it.
I had suspected this might happen given Robert's instructions to shave around Cathy's butthole, but hearing her say it was still shocking. I had of course never once done anything sexual with Cathy's anus, much less penetrated her there. Of course I had thought about it every now and then, what man doesn't? But I had considered that off bounds. That wasn't something normal, decent people did. In fact, Cathy had always expressed embarrassment about her butthole and hadn't even wanted me to have sex with her from the rear, back when we used to have sex. Missionary, we both believed, was the most loving and intimate form of sex that we as married high school sweethearts should practice.
As these thoughts raced through my head, I haltingly and breathlessly asked what it felt like to be sodomized. Cathy looked shy but her face twisted into a barely contained mischievous smile as she squirmed and told me it was "like taking a really good shit." As she said said this my focus was immediately drawn to her little butthole beneath her glistening pussy that Robert had fucked earlier that evening, and I saw that it was ever-so-slightly gaping open, as if remembering how it felt to be entered there with fingers and she was instinctively preparing her anus for it again. Cathy was definitely no longer the innocent little girl I had met in high school, or maybe she had never been and I just didn't know it.
As Cathy told me these disgusting yet delicious details on such nights, I would stare into her mischievous eyes and fondle her freshly-fucked pussy and the wetness and gooiness of it, the smell and taste, the musky scent of her juices mixed with sweat and Robert's cum, and drown in all the sheer intoxicating eroticism of what Cathy was letting Robert do to her married holes and womb.
I talked with Robert on the phone now some nights, sometimes from a hotel where he and Cathy were still fucking, and I expressed that I wanted to be more involved in their encounters at least some of the time as I had before. It had been over a month since I had last witnessed them just before learning Cathy had been impregnated. There had been some trouble getting the local babysitter for a while but that seemed to be resolved now. Robert chuckled and said we would arrange something soon, but then put it off for a while and would tell me I had to ask nicely to let me watch him fucking my wife.
"May I please be allowed to watch you fuck my wife?" I would ask over the phone.
"Aren't you forgetting something, James?" he replied.
"Sir. Yes, sorry, sir. May I please be allowed to watch you fuck my wife, sir?"
"That's better," he replied. "Maybe next week if you shave her properly this time." After that I could hear Cathy giggle over the phone and what sounded like gagging noises as she sucked his cock, then the line went dead.
It was of course my job to shave Cathy's pubic hair to Robert's specifications. Cathy had always shaved her legs and armpits but only at Robert's direction was her pubic hair shaved. First he had requested her to be shaved completely bare, but over the weeks he had told her to keep a patch of hair on the pubic area right above the vagina but to completely shave around the entire vulva and also her butthole. I had done this to the best of my ability but her hair grew quickly and sometimes I made mistakes shaving her hard-to-reach places.
Cathy said Robert sometimes used these mistakes as a pretext to "punish" her by whipping her ass with his leather belt. I felt the usual pit in my stomach and intoxicating sensation in my penis as she told me this.
