WARNING!!!
This story is about cuckolding and humiliation.
If this offends you, please do not read it.
The following morning, Saturday, I silently crept from our bedroom, carefully closing the door behind me as I left.
It felt so normal that I should make my way to the kitchen, and within ten minutes, I had a breakfast tray all ready for my darling wife. Once again, I lovingly cut a fresh rose to add that little bit of colour to my morning offering.
Wearing my new uniform of black satin pyjamas and frilly French maid's apron I knocked on the bedroom door. After a few seconds I heard Tina's voice.
"Come!"
I nervously opened the door to see my beautiful wife sitting up in bed and smoothing out the bedclothes above her legs so that I could safely lay the tray.
"Thank you Jamie, this really is kind of you.
Now would you please run my bath and if you come back in ten minutes you can collect the breakfast dishes for washing.
By the way, I would like you to wash my nylons and the rest of my undies, by hand. I don't want them put in the washing machine.
Close the door as you leave, oh, and by the way, I like your uniform but I think we can make it a little more exciting for you though. I'll let you know what I'm thinking, later."
Backing out of the bedroom after picking up her nylons and undies, I closed the door as requested. It was at this juncture that I realised that this was the first morning of my new life as a cuckold.
I felt sick, unable to fully understand my submissive acceptance of my new position.
It was a strange feeling, knowing that my wife had been with another man, and that I had actually encouraged her to inflict this ignominy on me. She seemed to enjoy telling me how her new lover was so much bigger and better than me.
I wondered what she meant about my uniform.
I carried out my duties diligently and before carefully hand washing her nylons and knickers, I automatically put them to my nose and breathed in their fragrance. . . As I draped them over the central heating radiator to dry,
I wondered if she knew that her nylons were badly laddered and would be of no further use to her.
The next few hours passed quickly as I carried out various other duties as instructed by my beloved mistress.
Tina left me dusting in the lounge saying she had to go round and see Margaret.
By mid-afternoon as I was just finishing, Tina returned from her visit to Margaret's. She was looking quite flustered but obviously excited as well.
I remarked that she had been away longer than I would have thought.
Breathlessly, she said she had something to show me and told me to follow her up to the bedroom.
As soon as we were in the room, she ordered me to kneel at her feet.
She then said. "I have a surprise for you, Jamie. Run your hands up my legs as far as you can go."
Confused, I eagerly did as I was told.
"Oh, my God, Tina, your pussy has been shaved."
I proceeded to run my hands all around her bottom and her smooth as silk cunt. My actions raised the hem of her skirt so that I could now see the newly shorn object of my desire.
I was now in a daze as I leant forward and kissed it, allowing my tongue and nose to caress the warm soft hairless skin.
Pushing me back, Tina said. "That's enough for now, Jamie, you are getting me just a little too excited for this time of day."
I managed to stutter.
"But, how did you do it? I mean, you were over at Margaret's. Did you take a razor with you?"
"No! silly boy! Margaret mentioned that Carl had said that the only thing that would have improved last night was if I had been shaved.
She suggested that we do it there and then.