Author's note-A long, drawn out story about a loving wife and her cuckold husband. This is gonna have a lot of chapters and this is just an introduction of sorts. My stories feature humiliation, chastity and cuckolding so if that is not your thing, you have been warned. Also long hair, cause there is something inexplicably hot about long haired men and women. Have fun reading!
Mark tried to smooth his hair, pushing it back flat, groaning inwardly in frustration. He'd been late as it is and there really wasn't any time to spare to fix his hair. Glancing towards the door to the kitchen, he hastily sipped his cup of coffee, the warm black liquid stinging his lips and leaving a comforting, burning sensation down his throat. Checking the time on his watch, he decided that there was just enough time to pop into his bedroom and straighten his appearance out. Hurriedly, he entered, into his walk-in closet, Mark looked at himself in the mirror. Handsome, fit, his ass-length ponytail hung down his back, untidy and messy. Quickly undoing it, he tied it back again neatly. This had become a part of his life now, his hair, his cage, as a member of the Society.
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The Alpha Beta Society. Kinda tawdry for an organization name but it described the nature of the activities it hosted pretty well. Founded by Austin Clarke ten years ago, the Society was the home of cuckold couples and bulls. There were rules and certain etiquettes that the cucks had to follow and obey. At all times. This wasn't a normal club or society. They catered to a lifestyle. A lifestyle that Austin had been a part of since he was twenty-one. He was now fifty. Over twenty nine years, Austin had been the bull to dozens of loving couple and had, along the way decided to create an environment where these people, who shared the same desires and kinks, would be able to acquaint themselves to a larger melee of people. This had led to the inception of the society. The ABS, as it was called had now grown into a large group of over 300 couples and bulls. The selection process and initiation was an extremely difficult and selective one. Austin was, in no uncertain terms, extremely demanding and rigorous when it came to admitting new members. And rightfully so, as the rules set in place by the Society were to weed out the uncertain and the unruly members. They needed people who would, in all ways and forms submit to the society. Mark and his wife, Emily had joined over a year ago.
Austin Clarke was the founder and CEO of one of the largest investment companies in the world, Clarke-Reems Holding. Jonathan Reems was the other co-founder. Emily had met him first when she had joined as part of his legal team, over three years ago. He had taken a keen interest in her, making her an integral part of his team and she had proven herself well worthy of the challenge. Solving several highly complex and demanding cases, she had piqued his interest. That had soon developed into something a little more personal, she was after all stunningly beautiful. Tall, gorgeous, lithe, with an ass like a dream, her straight blonde hair hung down past her butt. But Emily was devoted to her husband, Mark who at the time worked as an analyst in another investment corporation and flattered though she had been, she had shut him down obstinately and absolutely.
Austin Clarke was an impressive specimen of a man. Handsome, muscled, with a shoulder length ponytail of thick black hair, he was not used to women shutting him down. But he respected those who did. He had invited Emily and her husband over for dinner and he quite liked them both. He liked how much they loved each other, how much they respected each other and how open they were.
Mark had, for his part been sufficiently impressed by Emily's boss. He had also, been slightly threatened and jealous at the amount of attention he seemingly lavished upon her, joking with her, flirting with her. He had never been a jealous or an insecure man but somehow this regal and charming investor had introduced these feelings into him. He couldn't quite understand why, to be honest, Emily was never any different with him than she had been with anybody else before. She talked the same, behaved completely appropriately, yet there was something else. The first time he had been to dinner at his house, their interaction had enraptured him. He couldn't help but notice the confidence and the suavity with which he talked. Emily giggling at his jokes had unnaturally irritated him but it also turned him on. His penis had been erect all through the conversation. Mark had always been a submissive person. Generally avoiding conflict, he was well-liked, easy going and hated taking charge. That did not mean he was a push over, he fought for what he believed was right and stood his ground when he didn't agree. Emily had, very soon, in their relationship learnt that Mark could prove to be quite stubborn in certain cases. That night after the dinner, they had gone home and made love to each other several times. He had been unbelievably aroused and was very aggressive while they fucked.
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As soon as he re-entered the kitchen, he could hear them coming down the stairs. Giggling and talking.
Emily walked into the kitchen into the kitchen, dressed in a shirt and a knee-length skirt, with a man following closely behind. He too, was dressed for work. Rugged, striking with a clear-cut jaw, long, dirty blond hair cascaded down around his face and shoulders. His name was Jeremy and he was Emily's current bull and lover.
"Hey morning Mark" Jeremy raised half a hand in greeting as he walked around to the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup.
Emily walked over to him, "Hi babe." She leaned forward and pressed his lips with a chaste kiss. "Sleep well?" she asked pulling away.
He grinned slightly. "As well as can be expected with you two fucking all the time upstairs."
She giggled slightly. "Well, that's really Jeremy's fault. He's completely insatiable."
Jeremy smirked a little. Walking around to her, he patted Emily's ass, "With an ass like that, you can hardly blame me, can you?"
Emily swooned. She melded into him and their tongues met. His hand still on her ass, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Mark's caged penis twitched in its plastic prison. He stared at them, kissing, groping and was suddenly aware of how uncomfortable his chastity cage had become.
They broke away just as he was about to try and adjust his cage, Emily flushed, Jeremy grinning widely.
He slapped her on the ass lightly. "Last night not enough for you baby?"
Emily snorted in amusement, walking over to the pot to get her cup of coffee. She poured it out and set it down on the counter in front of Mark. Turning towards him, she said, "I'll need to get the case files for the Sanders case delivered today evening so I may be a little late. You okay to get us some take out babe?"
He nodded. "Of course, the Italian place by the corner?"
She smiled, "You know me so well." Leaning forward, she kissed him again, chastely, lovingly.
Jeremy, who'd been scrolling through his phone glanced up, "Okay, I'm gonna need to head out now, Josh is calling a meeting. I'll be over later okay?"
Emily straightened up too. "I should leave too babe. Need to hit the ground running with this Sanders affair."
She pinched Mark on the ass, "See you tonight okay? I'll be back by 8ish. Jeremy too."
He nodded, "Yeah sure Em. See ya Jeremy."
The two of them headed out of the kitchen and Mark soon heard the front door shutting. He sighed and took another sip of the coffee. He could still feel Emily's lips where she had kissed him.
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Mark had been surprised by the effect that Emily's interactions with Austin had on him. The week after that night, he spent several long showers, thinking of them. Each time it had ended with an incredible orgasm and a residual feeling of puzzlement and to a certain extent, shame.
He had resolved to not think about what he had categorized as a 'perfectly perfunctory and professional relationship' but the thoughts that had besieged him had been loathe to vanish or even lessen.
Each time he climaxed to them, he promised himself to never repeat it. But the pleasure and the intensity of these sessions was too difficult to forgo. He had realized soon enough that he derived an inexplicable enjoyment out of the thoughts of his wife and the tall, handsome gentleman she worked for, being sexually intimate.
It was weird. Mark had been furious at himself, ashamed. Even disgusted maybe. But the realization of had weighed on him. Endlessly and torturously so. Emily had gotten worried then, when she realized that her husband, the love of her life had started acting indifferent and sullen.
It took a Christmas party for it to all come under light. Mark had been cold and distant, Emily was bewildered by his constant aloofness and had resolved to spend the night in total detachment, going only to drink and enjoy and have fun. She was hurt that the man she loved with all her heart did not trust her enough to share the cause of his annoyance with her.
And so they had entered in silence and mingled, separately. Emily had drunk quite a lot and soon she was unabashedly joking and having a fun time, thoughts of her marital issues temporarily dispelled.
