I now began longing for Friday nights. Pattie would go out to a bar or two with people from work, I would receive hot pictures of her on my cell phone either pictures of her in some hot sexy outfit or pictures of her hand on a cock, or her beautiful lips wrapped around a hard cock. It was always followed by her coming home to me. Oh it didn't matter what types of humiliating or degrading things she put me through once she got there, the point was she was coming home to me! It meant she loved me and I worshipped her as the Queen she is in my life. Some nights it was as mundane as me licking her pussy and ass to orgasm, while other nights required me to clean another man's cum from her tits and ass as she poured the contents from a condom while describing in great detail his stamina and girth. When she was feeling particularly naughty she would stroke my little cock and get it rock hard, take out a tape measure and laugh as she measured it to its full four inches and then take a used condom out of her purse and make me slip it over my cock and jerk off until I shot my load into the condom. I would then have to not clean myself and sleep with my cum and some unknown man's cum all over me.
Her control over me became fascinating. I would find myself doing some humbling or humiliating chore around the house wondering how I had ever agree to such a thing and then I would think back to her having me in bed, slowly stroking my balls with her long fingernails, whispering in my ear in that soft, breathy whisper that drove me crazy, barely touching my cock bringing me to the edge again and again until as if I was in a trance I would be so eager to cum I would agree to do anything if she'd only allow me release. I would find myself walking down the aisle of the grocery store dressed in tassel loafers with pink socks, tan woman's slacks and a woman's white blouse. Oh the clothes could pass for a man's tan slacks and white shirt but any female I passed knew the truth. She would sometimes apply clear nail polish to my nails and the slightest bit of blush to my cheeks or lip gloss to my lips.
It was all meant to push my limits to see if I would acquiesce to her will which of course I always did. As her control over me grew I didn't feel weaker; I felt more secure in our relationship and more in love with her. I knew that I was entrusting her with my heart and my life and she knew that while she had control over those things they were fragile and even though she sometimes would treat them roughly she would never break them. In the afterglow of sex when she held me in her arms (yes she had in a sense assumed the traditional male role in our relationship) stroking my hair talking to me and telling me how much she enjoyed all the things I did for her and how she enjoyed all the trappings of having such a wonderful cuckold husband I felt like a baby in its mother's arms. It was as if my heart and cock were chained together and tethered to her soul.
One Friday night I received a set of pictures except this set was different than the ones I had received in the past. In this set a man was present. He was about six foot three, salt and pepper hair cut short, he was good looking and looked a bit like the actor George Clooney. I recognized him as Pattie's boss Brian who lived in the next town over from us. In the picture he stood in the center with Pattie on one side and another of their co-workers on the other with his arms draped over their shoulders; however his hand rested firmly on Patties breast. I had met him a few times at some of Pattie's work functions and he had always come across with an air of superiority and cockiness. I remember him bragging at one party about his boat and how he and his pals would take unsuspecting women out on the boat and feign running into engine trouble telling them it would be several hours before help arrived and suggesting they sunbathe nude on the deck. He laughed relaying how it inevitably always led to hot sex under the hot sun. He also remarked how sometime the women would be married and they loved it that they were out cheating on their husbands with a 'real man' as he so succinctly put it.
The caption on the picture read: 'Surprise baby! This is whose cum you've been eating these past few months. Be a good boy and change the sheets on the bed, put the outfit I that I left for you in a box in my closet and wait for us.' My cock sprang to life with a mixture of excitement, jealousy, anger, hate, arousal, defeat and love. It was recipe I had come to know well and a recipe I loved to consume. I changed the bed and put the black satin sheets on the bed and made my way to the closet and spotted a Victoria's Secret bag on the floor. Inside was a vivid yellow Dream Angels Ruffle Babydoll as the tag described it with a straight neckline, sheer body, lace ruffle trim a the neckline and bottom hem with matching panty. Pattie had taken to making me wear stretchy Body by Victoria bikini briefs and a rainbow of colors which were all extra frilly and lacy which I was always require to wear whenever I went out under my clothes. This however took it to a new level. She expected me to wear this in the presence of Brian? Slowly I slipped the babydoll over my head and let it slide down my body, and slid the panties up my legs and over my tiny cock. My body which had been totally waxed free of any hair made me look silly and vulnerable, but now wearing this vivid yellow babydoll I looked even more ridiculous. But I knew it was what my Queen wanted and I'd come to learn whatever my Queen wanted, my Queen got!
At 2 a.m. I received a text from her stating 'they' were on their way home and to have drinks and snacks ready as they would be there shortly. I prepared two very dry Bombay gin martinis with extra olives - her favorite - and some snacks. I was just finishing getting everything ready when I heard the front door open and Pattie laughing. I swallowed hard. This was my moment of truth. To this point my Queen's cuckolding had only been with someone I didn't know and her humiliations of me always took place in view of others I didn't know such as the grocery store etc, but now, now I was walking into our living room dressed as I was while another man was there with my wife! And I knew it was not a test, this was not another one of her pushes, this was the real thing this was a demand that I knew I must secede to and a road from which there was no way back. I turned, picked up the tray with the drinks and snacks and did my best to saunter into the living room. They sat on the couch and both burst out in laughter at the sight of me.
"Oh baby you look so cute!!" she gushed, "Brian doesn't my little cucky husband look adorable?" Brian snickered and putting his massive paw on her breast squeezed tightly kissed her and turned back to me.
"Yea he looks like a real man!" I presented them wit the drinks and snacks and then set the tray down on the table and stood like an idle servant.
"Baby my feet are sore from all the dancing we did tonight, why don't you give me one of your famous foot massages."
I knelt and removing her high heels was instantly greeted to the smell of her warm sweaty feet which made my cock twitch in my panties. They drank and chatted as if I wasn't even there as I rubbed my Queen's feet. Finally she whispered something into Brian's ear and they both laughed.
"Baby, tell Brian how much you've enjoyed tasting his cum these past few months." I swallowed hard and my throat felt as dry as the Sahara as I tried to speak.
"Brian, I've enjoyed tasting your cum off of my Queen's body these past few months." He smirked and they both chuckled.
