Marty and Mary embraced their new roles, he as a wannabe cuckold and she as head of their marriage. While they may not have been sharing a bed or engaging in intercourse, they were still having a lot of physical intimacy.
Their intimacy had changed. She couldn't describe it as lovemaking, but as sex on command. When she wanted his face between her legs or the plump cheeks of her ass, she called for Marty.
Marty had asked her twice what she needed. The first time drew him a sharp rebuke as she reminded him he was being rude. When he told her he had been in the middle of something she asked him who was in charge.
He stuttered, "You are."
"Good. Now that we've gotten that cleared up I need you to lick me."
After her very nice orgasm, she had him dry her sex off, then asked him to cover her with a blanket as she felt a nap coming on.
After covering her with a blanket, Marty asked her if there was anything else she needed.
Her face still a bit red from the oh so wonderful orgasm Marty's tongue had given her, she tenderly smiled as she answered, "Aside from Father, a bowl of popcorn and an iced tea would be great."
She hadn't mentioned Father in a couple of weeks so her comment seemed to have come out of nowhere.
His mouth suddenly felt very dry. As much as he wanted to be cuckolded, her openly expressing desire for another man made him feel jealous, inadequate, and humiliated. Pretty normal reaction for a man or woman but what wasn't normal is those emotions aroused him. He could feel the inside of his cage getting wet as precum oozed from his penis.
She studied his face looking for any hint of anger, then locked eyes with his.
He stared back, but only briefly, before looking away, acknowledging her superiority. He went into the kitchen and did as she asked. She used the remote and turned on the television.
Fifteen minutes later he returned with the big bowl of popcorn and drink she had requested.
She took them from him, thanked him, and was about to tell him to move to the side so she could view the television, but she sensed something was on his mind.
"Cuck, you look like you want to ask me something. Go ahead."
Marty felt a bit embarrassed and hoped he didn't sound petulant. He liked it when she referred to him as Cuck instead of Marty.
He cleared his throat and softly asked, "Do you think about him when I'm pleasuring you?"
She didn't hesitate, "Of course. Father is always on my mind, especially when you're making me feel good. What's strange is I don't imagine him using his mouth on me, but he and I having intercourse."
She continued, "I bet he's a virgin. He's probably not going to last very long. I'm surely not going to orgasm, but I don't care. I just want to be one with him."
He nodded his head in understanding. Hearing her words both pained and aroused him.
She understood just how complicated his fetish was and the degree masochism played in it.
"I bet that cage is feeling awfully tight right now."
"It is," he answered sounding very frustrated at not being able to remove it and masturbate.
He wanted to climax. He envied Mary her orgasms, their strength, and how long the build up took. So much different than his. His were strong, but never as strong as hers. As for a long buildup he wouldn't know as he had never experienced it. It never took much stimulation from Mary before he climaxed.
"What if it's really good?" Marty asked.
She laughed, "Icing on the cake. I just love spending time with him. His secretary is thinking of retiring. I'm thinking of applying for her job when she does."
He answered, "I hope you do."
Mary laughed, "I bet you do. While I want to, I'll probably chicken out and not apply."
Her answer confused him.
"Why not?" Marty asked.
"It's complicated. I don't want to scare him. He really has no idea how obsessed I am."
Marty disagreed, "I think he does. You're just scared to get too close."
She answered, "Maybe that's a good thing. Being around him eight to ten hours a day might make me say or do something to let him know how I really feel."
Marty asked, "How is that not a good thing?"
She smiled, "It is a good thing, unless I've read him totally wrong. Then, it's a disaster. I would never get over the embarrassment. He's going to have to make the first move."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Then nothing happens."
Hearing her say it with such finality saddened and frustrated him. He wanted her to take them to the next level, to make it real.
He asked, "What if the next time the three of us are together and he mentions his secretary is retiring that I suggest he consider hiring you?"
She answered, "I don't know. I don't think you could do that without coming across as weird. Could you say it without sounding aroused?"
It was Marty's turn to laugh. What she said was true. When he was feeling very submissive not only did his demeanor change, but so did his voice. He had gotten better at playing it cool, but there had been a few times when Mary thought Father was a bit freaked out over something Marty said or did.
He hoped he sounded more confident than he felt when he answered her, "I could."
She stared at him and said, "I'll think about your offer."
She then lifted her leg and extended it, touching his cage with her foot.
"Marty, whether I take a lover or don't take one, how I see us won't change. I'm your mistress and you're my cuck. You're here to serve me. I own this."
She tapped his cage with her foot, grabbed a handful of popcorn, and put it in her mouth. He stepped out of the way as he knew their conversation was over. He sat down on the couch. He feigned interest in the show, but his thoughts were on how he would encourage Father to hire Mary.
As always, she was right. There were times he was too deferential to Father. John would make a joke about it. There were also instances in Father's presence where Mary was very directive towards Marty. Father would laugh. He never indicated disapproval with her treatment of Marty.
He accepted their role reversal.
A few days later, Mary came home and told
Marty they were going to Father's.
"When? How did this come up? He's never invited us. Are you excited? Do you think he wants to talk about you working for him?"
Mary smiled, happy to see Marty so excited.
"Pour us each a glass of wine and I'll tell you."
A few minutes later, she told Marty what happened.
"He called me. We didn't talk very long. He said he had something important he wanted to discuss with the two of us. He thought it better if we came over to his house. I asked him, half jokingly, if you and I were in trouble."
"He laughed and assured us we weren't. I asked him if I should bring anything. He said he would put you to work making dinner so he and I could chat. I told him you would like that."
Marty was skeptical and asked, "Did he really say that or are you just trying to push my buttons?"
Mary made the sign of the cross on her chest and said, "Swear to God he did. You're not upset are you?"
Marty assured her, "Just the opposite. I'm dripping."
She laughed and said, "You are such a cuck. You've been dying to have another man boss you around."
He nodded yes as what she said was true.
She put her glass on the counter. He did the same. She wrapped her arms around him and ground her crotch against the polycarbonate lump underneath his pants.
"I could probably make myself cum doing this," she told him, "And you wouldn't feel a thing."
"I'd feel your excitement. That's enough for me. Why do you think he invited us over? Do you think he wants to talk about hiring you?"
She looked him in the eye and said, "I have no idea. He likes talking to you so I'm not surprised he also invited you. Maybe. I hope he's not telling us he's leaving."
He asked her how she felt.
She answered, "You're not the only one who's dripping. I've been aroused since he and I talked."
Marty volunteered to help her with her problem.
"I'm very tempted, but I want to wait until after we've had dinner with him. Since we're both dressed and it's almost dinner, let's go out. My treat."
Mary drove them to one of her favorite restaurants. She told the hostess she would prefer being seated where it was semi private.
Over dinner she talked nonstop about Father and how her feelings for him had grown stronger. She was in the middle of telling Marty about how she fantasized about sharing a bed with him when the waitress showed up.
Not missing a beat, she told the waitress she was just telling her husband about her boyfriend. The waitress blushed, was a bit tongue tied, but recovered quite nicely, acting like their conversation was typical.
When she left, Mary slipped off her shoe, and pressed her toes against Marty's crotch.
"Did that excite you? Must be humiliating to know our waitress knows I'm in love with another man. I'm sure she is telling the rest of the staff you are a cuck."
When the waitress returned, Mary let slip their sleeping arrangements and how there was room in her closet for the other man's things. It was humiliating, but instead of upsetting him, Marty became even more aroused.
He hoped Mary would change her mind and allow him to pleasure her when they got home, but she didn't.
Saturday evening couldn't arrive fast enough. Mary had teased Marty and built up his expectations, but Saturday morning she decided to apply the brakes.
She pointed out Father was probably going to ask them to participate in a ministry. She cited several he was seeking volunteers for. She also told him if Father asked they would say yes.
Marty felt his excitement pop like a balloon being poked with a pin. Mary told him he could still pretend he was waiting on she and Father and she assured him she would reward him when they got home. She just didn't want him to say or do anything foolish.
He wasn't happy but he graciously accepted what she told him.
They arrived at Father's. He ushered them inside. Mary had been in his house before, but for Marty it was his first time.
