An explanatory introduction: Everyone's allowed to fantasize, right? This is my take on the 'What if...?' type of story.
Olwen Edwards put her pipe down carefully in the ashtray on the table at her side and turned to address the man who was standing in front of her.
"So you agree that it is time to bring Elizabeth into the fold?" she asked. It was an unnecessary question. The man to whom she was talking was her husband, Trevor. Trevor was a cuckold, a sissy and a pain slut. Olwen made all the decisions in the home, and Trevor agreed with them. It was how it had always been, ever since Olwen had told Trevor that he should ask her to marry him, over twenty five years ago.
"Yes dear, I think it's an excellent idea," replied Trevor.
It was Friday evening, and Olwen had just finished her early evening pipe. She was waiting for her gentleman friend to arrive. Marcus had invited her to a farewell cocktail party for an employee of his at a very expensive, very exclusive club in the bay. Trevor was not invited.
"We'll introduce her slowly," Olwen continued thoughtfully. "Elizabeth's not a stupid girl. She must have worked out the pecking order in this house by now. It's time for her to learn how to control. I've heard about this man, Malcolm, through the fetish grapevine. The word is that Elizabeth has been talking a lot about him. I think he's probably wired a bit like you."
The doorbell rang, and Trevor hurried to answer it.
He opened the door, and Marcus stood there, resplendent in evening dress.
"Good evening, sir," Trevor said respectfully. "Your lady awaits. Please come in."
"Thank you, Trevor," replied Marcus, stepping over the threshold. "You're looking very domesticated tonight. Do you have plans?"
He looked amused as he scanned Trevor's sissy maid uniform, complete with frilly bibbed apron.
"Yes sir," replied Trevor, "Madam wants the kitchen floor cleaned by the time she returns tonight. I also need to re-arrange the tinned goods in the larder unit. They are not properly aligned."
"Fascinating," muttered Marcus, going past Trevor into the sitting room. He spied Olwen, who had stood up to receive him, and grinned.
"My word, don't you scrub up well?" he said, taking her in his strong arms and kissing her deeply. Trevor stood at a respectful distance, and when the kiss ended, he asked,
"May I get you a drink, sir?"
Marcus shook his head.
"No, thank you. I just want to get this gorgeous woman down to the club, and show her off. It does my young staff good to see that their boss can still pull the sexiest woman in town."
Olwen blushed with pleasure and took Marcus's hand.
"You have your tasks, cucky," she told Trevor. "Wait up for us. Marcus might well require a night cap before bed."
She hesitated, and Trevor rushed to open the door for his wife and her lover. They walked into the hallway hand-in-hand and stopped at the front door for another kiss.
By the time the kiss ended, Trevor had retrieved Olwen's wrap from the cloakroom cupboard and was holding it out for her to put around her shoulders. Marcus watched in amusement as Olwen lifted up her husband's dress and inspected what lay beneath.
"Perfect!" she smiled, gripping the pink silicon sheath that was locked around Trevor's cock and balls.
Remembering his standing orders, Trevor stood on the doorstep in full view of the neighbours and of Marcus's chauffeur, who looked at him in disgust as he got out to open the door of the car for Marcus and Olwen.
He waved them off and then closed the front door. It was time to get down to his tasks, which he hoped would distract him from the throbbing ache in his balls. It was another fortnight before his next scheduled milking.
He picked up Olwen's empty wine glass, with its' scarlet lipstick stain on the rim. Her pipe stem also bore lipstick traces. Olwen had begun to wear a lot of lipstick since she had met Marcus. She had told Trevor that she loved seeing her lipstick on his cock.
The kitchen floor was gleaming; every tin in the larder unit faced forward and was aligned perfectly with its neighbour. Trevor was exhausted. He was having forty winks in the armchair when the doorbell rang.
He sprang to his feet and smoothed his apron as he rushed to the front door.
"Good evening, dear. Good evening sir," he greeted the slightly tipsy pair who stood giggling like teenagers on the doorstep. "Did you both have a good time?"
"It was fab," sighed Olwen, tottering indoors and kicking off her shoes before wobbling into the sitting room. Marcus smiled at Trevor.
"Olwen does like a glass or eight of champagne, doesn't she?" he said. "I think a nice glass of water would be in order, Trevor. And I'll have a whiskey, please. Irish, if you've got it, no ice." He took off his shoes and placed them neatly in the shoe rack inside the cloakroom cupboard.
Trevor hurried off to the kitchen to fulfil the drinks order. When he got back, Olwen was sitting next to Marcus on the settee. She looked up as Trevor proffered her glass of water.
"Thank you, cucky," she slurred. She looked at the tumbler of whiskey.
"Who is that for?" she asked, and when Trevor informed her that Marcus had requested it, she grinned at him.
"We're having a bit of a problem here," she said, nodding her head at Marcus's groin.
"I really need some cock before I go to sleep, and Marcus is having a bit of a problem getting it up. Look."
She unzipped Marcus's trousers and fished her hand inside. It came out holding Marcus's monster cock. Long, thick and black, it twitched gently as Olwen ran her long fingernail all along the knobbly veined shaft.
She took a long draught of water and smacked her lips.
"That's better!" she smiled. "I do love champagne, but it gives me a mouth as dry as a badger's arse."
"I hope that dryness is confined to your mouth, my love," smiled Marcus, and Olwen lay back and spread her legs.
"Lift my dress up, cucky," she said quietly. "My man wants to see if my cunt is wet."
Trevor put his tray down on the coffee table and did as he was told. As usual, Olwen wore no panties. Trevor couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Olwen in panties. He watched as Marcus slid a fat finger into Olwen's cunt. His own cock twitched in its cock lock.
Olwen moaned in delight.
"Oh yes! That's soooo nice," she gasped. "I do love a bit of finger before we start. Cucky, get down on your knees and fluff Mr. Marcus. I need him hard before he takes me upstairs."
Trevor got on his knees and took Marcus's cock in his hand. It already was longer and thicker than when Olwen had got it out. He peeled back the foreskin and revealed the dark purple mushroom head. He lowered his head and slipped the mushroom into his mouth. He began to fluff, and Marcus's cock reacted immediately.
Trevor loved sucking cock. He adored the sensation of feeling a man's cock swell in his mouth as he expertly stimulated him with his lips and tongue. Already he could taste pre-cum. His beloved wife was sure to be getting a cunt full of cum before too long. Trevor wondered if he would be required to eat cream pie and do a clean-up job on Marcus as well? He certainly hoped so.
