Thursday 21st May 2015 -- Part 2
I ran Becky's bath, deep and hot, with scented salts to ensure it was prepared to perfection. My overwhelming desire was to please her, to devote my every thought and deed to her needs and comforts, even more so now. I felt in such utter submission to Becky through the events of her union with Liam. I was revelling in the humiliation of having watched my wife pleasure another man while my penis throbbed, helplessly trapped inside its cock cage. I felt owned by my wife and at that moment I would have accepted any degradation that she wished me to suffer.
I called her to the bathroom as I knelt beside the bath, still naked, with my penis struggling in its confines. When she entered the bathroom, I looked with lust at her body, still with patches of sweat on her bare flesh from her exertions. I noticed a dribble of wetness down the inside of her thigh and I licked my dry lips. Even in her dishevelled state, Becky looked wild and erotic, and she smiled at me with a hint of triumph, as if sensing my feelings of submission in the face of her total control.
She stood before me, just a couple of feet from where I knelt. "You would do anything I told you to do, wouldn't you?"
"At this moment, I would," I answered, unable to control a slight quiver in my voice.
Becky looked at me and, as if in deep thought, remained silent for a few moments. I felt she was about to ask me something, perhaps something that even for her was too far, too soon. I watched as she reached down to stem the trickle of Liam's juice as it slid down her thigh, and wipe it gently on herself. "I know you would!" she said, with the faintest of smiles.
Becky stepped into the bath and sat down, leaning her back against the opposite end to the taps. Only her head was above the surface of white bubbles that hid her perfect form beneath. It pleased me no end to see her so totally relaxed, her body released of all tension, and to hear her sighs of satisfaction.
"What did you think of Liam's penis?" she asked, without opening her eyes.
Taken by surprise by the question, I found myself fumbling for an answer. "Erm, I don't know, what do you mean?"
"What was your impression of it? Did you think it was a big penis, a thick one? What did you think?" she asked, calmly.
"It seemed quite big, I suppose."
"A bit bigger than yours, do you suppose?"
"Possibly." I felt a little uncomfortable. I didn't think there was much difference in size.
Becky stayed quiet for a few minutes before asking her next question. "Did you like his penis?"
"I don't know if I can answer that," I said.
"Do you want me to release you from your cock cage on Tuesday?" she asked, calmly and serenely, still with her eyes closed, lying back almost buried in the bubbles.
"Yes, I'm desperate for release."
"Then answer my question."
"Yes, it was nice."
"What was nice?"
"Liam's penis."
"You don't sound too enthusiastic." Becky opened her eyes, sat up in the bath and looked at me. "Tell me clearly that you liked Liam's penis."
"I really liked Liam's penis."
"Did you like to see it in my mouth? Did it look good getting sucked and licked by me?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me," she demanded, with a little impatience in her voice. "Tell me clearly what you liked about what I did to him."
She was teasing and taunting me, and I felt compelled to answer her questions the way she wanted me to.
"I loved watching you suck Liam's penis." Humiliation rose from deep within myself as I heard my own words. "I loved to see your tongue lick up the stem and take the end in your mouth. I got so turned on when... he reached orgasm and he came..." The last part almost caught in my throat. "I loved to see the come in your mouth and the way you cleaned him with your tongue afterwards."
Becky relaxed again, laying back in her bath. "Tell me more things you liked me doing."
"I enjoyed watching him have sex with you and seeing his hard penis thrusting into you, but the best bit was when you climaxed with him and I was locked helpless in my cock cage."
