I am in chastity.

I wear a lacy bra.

I wear pink panties.

I have a hung boyfriend.

I awoke with a start. I was dreaming. My phone was buzzing and ringing. Emma was not beside me. My balls hurt big time. My ass seemed more sore than yesterday.

I answered the phone groggily. It was Emma.

"Honey, you seem to have overslept, you are running really late. Get dressed and come downstairs," Emma said firmly.

I muttered something in response and became wide awake very fast. Partly due to the pain of my trapped balls, partly due to realizing I was late. It hit me, with all that went on, I forgot to set my alarm. I looked at the time. I should be leaving for work in 5 minutes.

I somehow made it to the bathroom with my sore balls due to my chastity device and the butt plug in my sore ass.

This was the next stage of my submission to Naughty.

I tried to reapply some oil like Denise had shown me. My balls did feel better.

The butt plug in my ass also reminded me of my new reality. It came out with some effort as I squeezed my bowels on the toilet. It was dirty. I would have to clean it, lube it up with the lube I brought home, and reinsert it.

Or else.

I worked fast as my brain had woken up and was well aware of my lack of time. It felt so oddly arousing being plugged and caged as I quickly got a shirt, tie and suit on.

On the outside I wore the garb of savvy businessman. No one could see that underneath I was caged and plugged and obviously under someone else's control.

I hurried downstairs as best I could with my balls splayed by my cage and the butt plug in my ass.

I found Emma dressed for work and the kids finishing breakfast. She wore a light blue blouse and skirt, with royal blue stockings. Her low cut blouse emphasized her big breasts and made my blonde haired wife look hot. My penis strained painfully in it's cage. My balls ached. I felt my pulse on the plug in my ass.

"Here is something quick for you to drink," Emma said as she handed me some sort of protein shake that she had never made for me before. "It has all the nutrition and vitamins that you need."

I almost balked but instead just downed the surprisingly great tasting drink. In the past we used to have protein shakes, but they were not very good tasting and we stopped them after awhile. So this was a pleasant surprise.

Emma smiled as she handed me a lunch, my travelling coffee mug and my keys. I hesitated and thought about our usual goodbye kiss, but she shooed me on my way saying "hurry, you are now over 10 minutes late!"

I listened to her and just left.

I was thinking of a plan to end this as I was driving to work. This might be my one chance. I needed my best poker face. If I could use this past weekend and its humiliation to my advantage, maybe I could find out who Naughty was and a way out of this.

I also needed to talk to Emma.

We needed to talk.

I failed to make that happen last night.

Soon I was striding, or trying to stride, towards Denise's desk. It was ten after nine. My hot brunette secretary smiled as I approached and followed me into my office. Denise closed the door behind her and before I could say anything she took me in her arms and began kissing me passionately.

"How well did you sleep with the chastity device on?" Denise asked.

"Terribly, to be honest. It hurts to have an erection in this thing and when I do, my balls feel a burning where the ring surrounds them."

Denise looked concerned. She dropped to her knees, undid my belt and pulled my pants and underwear down. She lifted my caged manhood up and inspected the ring area. Then she applied some more baby oil. I had not noticed the bottle sitting on my desk. I glanced down to see Denise planting a kiss on my head of my cage.

"There, that should be better," Denise said. And it did feel somewhat better. She did a better job than I did. "You had better get changed and if you need it, clean out your behind with your enema bulb. Naughty texted me, we are to videochat at 9:30 am. White lingerie today."

"Just cleaned myself out and added a lot of lube so I should be good," I mentioned to my hot brunette secretary.

Denise helped me get my white lingerie on. It was in stark contrast to the black set that she wore. Her sheer black stockings looked hot on her legs, especially with the heels and pleated navy blue skirt that she wore. Underneath it I knew that she would have a black garter belt on, just like she would have a lacy black bra under her blue blouse.

When I inserted Denise's vibrating egg into her vagina, I discovered that I was right about her garter belt.

I sat down at my computer clad only in my white lingerie. I knew that Naughty would prefer to see me this way. It was 9:28 so we opened the video chat. As usual, Naughty could see us but we could not see Naughty.

Right at 9:30 am Naughty logged in.

"Nice looking lingerie. Next party you won't be wearing white. You looked good but white is for party virgins. Red maybe or pink. Maybe blue. I will tell you closer to the next party. You did do a good job by the way. I was impressed. Keep it up."

"Can we meet?" I blurted out.

I wanted to know who Naughty was and why. This had gone too far and gone on too long. My marriage was now in doubt, even if this morning did not show it. The very thing I was trying to protect when I agreed to do whatever Naughty said. And trying to protect my marriage got me deeper and deeper into this mess.

Naughty hesitated, then replied. "We already have."

"So you were at the party?" I queried.

"Yes. And I personally saw you in action, even better than on any video feed," typed Naughty.

"So then -" I continued.

"No, not yet. You are not ready to find out who I am." Naughty cut me off.

"But now that Emma has seen me, there is nothing to hide from her. You got my utter and complete humiliation. She saw my ass being fucked while I sucked on big cocks. She was thoroughly fucked by hung studs in front of me. I had to eat their seed out of her pussy. That all was very painful. So why not let me know who you are and why you are doing this to me?"

"Because I am not done with you yet. You have not completed your training. I have not hurt you enough. Only then will I reveal myself," typed Naughty rapidly in reply.

"So," Naughty began and paused. "Will you continue to do as you are told, or are you going to keep pushing things? Do you want me to click send so that your entire family, your friends, boss and coworkers to get your videos and pictures?"

"No. I will comply," I said unwillingly, my hope crushed for the time being, but not my rebellious spirit. Naughty still held all the cards. One card less than before, but all the cards nevertheless.

"Good. Now I want you to model my new toy for me. Stand up and pull your white panties down to mid-thigh. Stop at the top of your stockings. Show me my new penis in a cage."

My heart leaped into my throat. I felt like I first did when I had to wear lingerie for Naughty. I felt so submissive, so humiliated, being forced to dress like this and show my true emasculation - my manhood all locked up. Correction, my former manhood.

I shot a glance over at Denise. I could see that she had a concerned look on her face.

I pushed my leather chair back and rose out of it. As I did I became very aware of the plug in my ass and the cage on my penis.

I wanted to look down in shame. I felt terrible inside. My stomach was knotting up. I was very surprised by my reaction as I had become less bothered by being in lingerie before the video feed to Naughty. This was different though. More humiliating than before.

I grabbed the sides of my white panties and pulled them down to the tops of my stockings as I had been commanded to do. My encased penis was fully on display. I looked down in shame.

My penis tried to get hard. It filled the small plastic chastity cage. It wanted to burst out but was constrained.

Naughty could clearly see my physical excitement.

My penis had betrayed me again.

After a few moments Denise cleared her throat. I looked up and realized that I had not seen Naughty's continued typing.

"Hmmm, looks good on you," Naughty had begun. "I see your penis likes being caged. Look at how being in chastity excites you Shauna. Now lift it up a bit. I want a better look at your small balls."

That stung. Miranda had called my equipment small. Now Naughty had too. I lifted my encased penis up a bit and my trapped balls were more plainly in view for Naughty.

"Tell Denise to turn your butt plug to setting 2. I want you to enjoy this moment even more," typed Naughty.

Denise was angled well enough to read it herself and she complied even as I opened my mouth to begin telling her.

The sudden vibrations in my ass brought me further to life down there. It raised my arousal level. My penis tried harder to get erect, but failed. I noticed that I was breathing a little faster and realized that I had gasped even.

"Now turn around and bend over. Spread your ass cheeks when you do. I want a good view for the camera showing you plugged, caged and in lacy white lingerie. Do it now."

A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over me as I read this next command of Naughty. My stomach was twisted in a knot. I turned around, bent over and grasped each butt cheek with my hand and spread my ass wide open.

My penis throbbed even more.

I felt more aroused than before.

My buttplug was humming away nicely in my ass.

Some precum leaked out of my penis and dripped out of the cage.

I felt so exposed, so submissive, so humiliated. And apparently turned on.

I stood there, bent over, fully on display for Naughty.

"Naughty says that is enough," Denise mentioned after a few minutes and even shut my butt plug off.

I let go of my ass and turned around. I could see that Naughty was typing more for me to read.

"Now we must lay some ground rules. More will come later. These will suffice for now," Naughty typed then paused.

"One: you will stay plugged and caged at all times. Miranda has your keys. She will come by to inspect you and help Denise clean you. Your cage will remain on at all times, so don't ask to be released. You are to wear a butt plug at all times, unless told you can take it out. I have a new night time one for you to wear that should be better to sleep with. Agreed?" Naughty typed.

"Yes," I replied disheartened. Part of me had hoped that was not really happening. But clearly I was dreaming.

"And just so you know, while you were asleep Saturday night, I had an app added to your phone and Denise's phone, that will allow me to track you at all times. So two: Your phone must be with you and charged. If not, and I try to contact you, that will be seen as an act of disobedience."

"Yes," I replied a bit faster. Things were getting worse.

"Three: I have had video and sound equipment installed in your house. You are not to try and remove them at all. If you are found tampering with them in any way, that will be seen as an act of disobedience. Understood?"

Video recording my home? Things were getting even worse. My heart began to race. My heart began to sink. This disturbed me. I know how much Naughty saw and heard in the hotel room. What if Emma and I do try to talk about the situation? Naughty will know everything we say.

"Yes," I replied unwillingly.

"Four: You will listen to Miranda as if she were me. Anything she asks you to do is automatically equal to coming from me. Understood?

"Yes," I replied. Miranda was becoming the face of Naughty. That made me wonder again. Was she Naughty?

"Five: you will obey your wife at all times. She is in charge now, not you. Emma will know what I want done and she will do it or tell you to. Understood?" Naughty typed then paused.

"Yes," replied with some trepidation. I could not believe what I was hearing. Emma and I had always shared decision making, neither one of us wore the pants so to speak. Now she was being given control, or taking it. How far would she go?

"There is to be no disobedience. No talk back. If you do, then you will get an electroshock kit added to your cage."

Electroshock? On my penis? My pulse quickened. And I thought wearing a cage was bad. A sinking feeling came over me.

"Six: You will continue seeing your boyfriend and will make time for him at least once a week. Two to three times is preferred. By time I mean an opportunity where he can fuck you. I will give you details of the hotel and room you will be using. Make sure it happens. Oh, and you can tell your wife about him and how much he satisfies you sexually. Understood?"

"Yes," I said after some hesitation. Part of me was hoping that I would be seeing him only occasionally but now it seemed he would be a regular fixture in my life. I did not want to tell Emma about him. My stomach twisted even more. My face flushed red. I already felt totally embarrassed by just the idea of broaching that subject with my wife.

It also made me feel submissive and subservient.

My penis throbbed and once again was straining in my cage.

"Seven: You will continue to satisfy Denise orally and any other way I deem fit, and she will remain your girlfriend. You can also tell Emma all the carnal details about this relationship too."

"Yes, I understand," I said with more mixed emotions. I loved being with Denise. But telling Emma that I was having an affair? Even after all that I saw Emma do, my stomach churned at the prospect. It would be so wrong.

It would be so, so separating myself emotionally from Emma.

"Denise, do you understand your role in all of this?" asked Naughty.

"Um, yes, I think so."

"Keep doing what you have been doing, and obey all my commands," was all that Naughty typed.

"Ok girls, keep each others vibrators on the first setting today. Do it now."

"Yes Naughty," we both replied. I picked my control up off my desk. Denise went over to where she had placed hers on the couch. When she returned to her place beside me we both turned them to setting one at the same time.

She gasped as her egg had not been on since she last had it in on Friday.

My penis immediately tried to get hard again. It filled the small polycarbonate cage and kind of hurt. My balls tried to suck up to my body, but couldn't. They seemed to burn. It was a lower setting than before but the thought of being caged with a vibrating butt plug on all day, and no prospect of touching myself, was somehow an erotic turn on.

"Good, I see the cage is working Shauna. You will get used to it and in time, it won't feel so bad. Denise, give her balls more oil after we finish. She will hurt less."

"Ok, time to get back to work. I have lots to do. Remember your new rules. It was nice chatting with you two."

And with that the video chat ended.

What did Naughty mean by 'nice chatting with you two'? Naughty had never typed that before.

Denise and I looked at each other and embraced. She rested her head on my shoulder. We then kissed, she applied some oil to my balls, helped me with my man clothes to cover up my lingerie and returned to her desk. I tried to get down to work.

I felt more disheartened. I was more than a little distracted. Obey Emma? It seems she may have more of a role in this than I wanted to know. I needed to talk to Emma. We needed to talk. I needed to kow how she fit into all of this.

How would I begin the conversation? My mind had been trying to figure that one out since Saturday. I was still at a loss. My stomach knotted up at the thought of talking to her about matters.

And I was to treat Miranda like Naughty? Was she in fact Naughty? What would she have against me? Keep seeing my boyfriend and let him fuck me at least once a week? Stay caged and plugged at all times? I am being tracked at all times, and audio and video recorded in my house? So much more to think about.

And Electroshock?

There seemed to be no end to this nightmare. I felt so overwhelmed.

Eventually I got down to work and kind of focussed.

At 12 noon Denise popped her head into the office and asked me to go to lunch with her. When I agreed the smile that spread across her face was priceless. As we left the building she even put her rings back on. We walked slowly as being plugged and caged still made it difficult for me to walk fast.

"I was thinking," Denise began, holding my right hand with her left. I could feel the rings on her finger. That excited me.

"Things might seem bad right now, even worse than before the weekend, but," Denise paused again. "we still have each other. We can get through this together."

"Is that why you have your rings on?" I asked surprised at her readiness to make things happen. I rubbed her rings between our interlocked fingers.

"Yes," she said cheerfully as she squeezed my right hand with her left. "As you keep telling me, they are a symbol of us. Just as if they were as real as they look."

With that and our spirits raised a bit, we went off and had a good lunch together. Both of us avoided anything related to Naughty. In doing so we had great conversation and continued to discover that we had so much in common. When we returned to work, we both seemed invigorated.

Back at work though, my distractions came back to haunt me and my work stalled at times. Amongst other things, I kept thinking about how and when I would broach the situation to Emma. And what all we should talk about. Every time I tried to think about talking to her, my stomach knotted, my heart began to race and my throat dried up.

I also had to contact my boyfriend to set up a date. I would be making arrangements for my boyfriend to fuck my ass. Images of his thick manly cock sprang into my mind. It made me feel so submissive. My asshole quivered at the thought of being ass fucked by a strong dominant man. Giving myself to him. Surrendering my ass to him so that he could fuck me. So that he could be pleasured. Taking my ass To fulfill his carnal desires.

I could taste his thick gooey jism in my mouth. I could feel his strong hands holding my hips as he penetrated me and thrust his big black cock into my ass. He would pin me down, and jackhammer away until he pumped his load into my ass.

I noticed that my breath had quickened. My penis was trying to get stiff just thinking about it. It felt like it was dripping.

I felt ashamed that my body was responding this way to thinking about him and imagining what he might do to me. This was not me. A man should not be thinking like this I tried to convince myself.

I had picked him for my boyfriend. I had been forced to take a boyfriend but I got to choose which one. I got to look at their cocks and their profiles and pick the one I wanted. I felt a swirl of several emotions in me, from being excited to being ashamed. I had picked a man to be my boyfriend. To be the one to give my ass to.

Now that I was caged, would he become my main source of sexual release?

I kept procrastinating in contacting him for our first real date. I knew that once I did, I would be truly dating another man. A real man. As his woman. It would break the ice and make it a real thing. Make us a real thing. The thought of this made me feel so submissive. I just could not seem to do it.

At 4:45, I finally texted my boyfriend. My heart was thumping in my chest and my stomach was full of butterflies. I had procrastinated long enough. I knew that I had to set up our first weekly date. He called me and agreed to pick me up on Friday night, take me out to dinner then go to a motel. He really liked that I had suggested that.

I felt light headed after he hung up. I had set up a date with a man. I had really done that. The reality of it was still sinking in.

Just before 5:00 pm, as Denise was in my office and we were ready to leave, Naughty texted us.
I logged in to video chat. I sat at my desk while Denise stood by my side.

"Shauna, I wanted to remind you. With you being plugged all the time now, you do need to remove it, clean yourself and your plug and reinsert it with more lube on a regular basis. I wanted to make sure that was clear."

Naughty's concern for my welfare raised my eyebrows as well as Denise's, as it seemed out of character for him/her.

"Yes, thank you, I will for sure do that," I replied as sincerely as I could.

"Good. See you tomorrow."

With that Naughty left the chat.

Denise looked at me as she lowered her face a bit like a mother would when giving a task to a child. "Now is as good a time as any. You need to learn how to do it properly. I will wait here for you. Go do that in the bathroom so you can wash your hands after."

"Ok Denise," I said with a smile. She made me feel both submissive and taken care of at the same time.

She shut off my vibrating butt plug but I left her egg still on. When I returned she pulled me in to her and we kissed passionately.

"I am still feeling very, very horny," Denise whispered seductively in my ear. "You never got me off at all this past weekend since I was on my period."

My pulse increased and I felt her turn my vibrating butt plug back on.

"I always get very, very horny during my period," Denise whispered as she licked the lobe of my ear. "Its almost over, can you do me a little favour?" she continued in my ear.

"What might that entail I wonder," I asked playing along.

She broke from our embrace, slid over onto the couch, spread her legs a little, crooked her finger and motioned me over. "Come here and find out," she said playfully.

I half knelt down and half leaned over her body. Denise was already breathing faster and her shapely bodice heaved in and out as she deftly unbuttoned her blouse. I was caught between looking at her lust filled face and her lace covered, gorgeous chest.

"I need your tongue," she whispered lustily and smiled naughtily. She put her hand on my head and pushed me down between her legs.

"Oh, that's what you want is it?" I said playfully and I allowed her to push me into position. I could tell that she really needed it. I pushed back her skirt and pulled her panties down, over her gartered stockings and down past her ankles.

"Mmmm hmmm," I think you are getting it," she whispered lustily before pressing my head down again.

The smell of her wet pussy hairs and pussy filled my nostrils. I could faintly smell her period, but not much. The string from her tampon was at the bottom of her vagina. I tentatively stuck my tongue out above it, a bit afraid of how she might taste, but wanting to make love to her with my tongue.

To my relief, she tasted a bit different but not bad.

She shuddered and gasped in response. Then she grabbed my head and mushed it into her pussy. She gyrated her hips up and down rubbing her clit over my open mouth and tongue.

That caused her to moan louder as she kept rubbing my face over her clit. "I said I need your tongue and I need it now," she whispered assertively.

She made me feel submissive as she took control and used me for her sexual pleasure. I actually relished her only slightly off taste.

"Uhhnn," she moaned loudly as I lapped her pussy with my tongue and she mashed herself into my face with her writhing bottom.

"Uhhhnn," she moaned further and wrapped her legs around my head. She was getting close and I had only started.

Suddenly her thighs pressed into the sides of my head and she simply pressed her wet pussy onto my face.

"Uhhhnnnn! Uhhhhnnnnn!" she groaned out as she came.

After a few moments she let me come up for breath as her legs went limp.

I looked up into her face and saw a satisfied afterglow. Then she smiled at me and pulled me up and ontop of her.

"That was great. Thank-you. I really needed that," Denise exhaled, then planted a wet kiss on my lips with her own luscious pair.

"I was wondering if Naughty had forgotten your needs today," I said as I adjusted myself to better kiss her.

"Naughty did forget. Or did on purpose. I decided I needed that," Denise said with a gleam in her eye.

I smiled and kissed her some more.

Shortly after we both shut off each other's vibrator and she removed her egg. Denise composed herself and I wiped my face with a disposable wet towel and we parted ways for the evening.

My sex life was so complicated. I kept thinking about the sex life I was having and its impact on others. Like Denise. At least I truly seemed to satisfy her. That made me smile.

When I arrived home I found that Emma had already left for yoga, as usual. Not that we really could have talked anyways with the audio and video recording of our home going on.

Jon had been called over and was feeding the kids supper. I thanked him, paid him and finised with supper, getting a few bites in myself.

The evening was a blur. I spent time with the kids watching cartoons and reading them bed time stories. After that I realized I was pooched and my thoughts returned to me. My kids had been a welcome distraction. I went to the bathroom and took care of my butt plug and re-oiled the ring around my balls. I lingered a bit in the bathroom.

Nine pm. What could I do. What did I want to do? Did I want to do anything? I found myself texting Denise. She suggested I watch a new comedy that she had been following. I tuned in to the channel and found it was actually quite funny. We texted back and forth throughout it and the next couple of shows. When she said it was time for her to hit the hay, I figured that was a good idea.

After prepping myself for bed I lay down and tried to fall asleep. The events of the past few days kept re-running through my head. Like a looping movie trailer.

11:00 pm. No Emma beside me.

I tossed and turned.

12:00 pm. No Emma beside me.

I tossed and turned some more.

1:00 am. No Emma beside me.

Yoga. She was at yoga. I think it was supposed to end at 9 pm now that she was helping her instructor with the second class. Did her friends really wait around for drinks after, or - That's a long time for a few drinks. But she often was out very late on Mondays. We really needed to talk.

I rolled over and tried to sleep.

2:00 am. Still no Emma beside me.

Yoga ended 5 hours ago. She should be rip roaring drunk by now. If all she did was go drinking that is.

2:45 am. Finally I heard her come in the front door. My heart began to race. My chest began to pound. I heard her quietly come up the stairs. Should I try to talk to her now?

My stomach was all knotted up. My throat felt parched. Should I talk to my wife now?

She quietly entered our bedroom. I heard the click of the light at her vanity. She usually turned it on as she got ready for bed. She took her earings and other jewelry off there as she usually did. I pretended to be asleep.

Emma walked over to my side of the bed and stopped. She was standing only a few feet from my head for what seems like an eternity. She was looking at me. Why?

My wife smelled of sex.

I cringed inside.

'Should I open my eyes and, and, and what? Confront her? After what I saw on Saturday? Try to talk to her about all the thoughts about us floating freely in my head?' I asked myself. The aroma from her pussy was strong enough that I knew what my wife had been doing. But. But what?

The audio equipment would pick it all up anyways. I let that fact convince me to 'stay asleep'.

I keep my eyes shut and just lay still hoping my thumping heart would not give me away.

Then, Emma turned and headed into the bathroom. Brushed her teeth. The water kept running much longer than was needed to brush her teeth. Why? I didn't hear her interrupting the stream to wash her face or hands. I didn't hear a toilet flushing. What was happening?

Then I heard it.

A stifled moan.

Then several more.

She must have been frigging herself!

My wife moaned a bit louder, then went quiet.

After a couple of minutes I heard the toilet flush.

Images of my busty, blonde, wife Emma, sitting on the toilet, playing with a nipple with one hand, frigging herself with the other flashed in my mind.

My penis began to stir and tried to get erect. It strained in its cage. My balls began to burn again. I could do nothing but suffer in silence.

As Emma returned I half open my one eye. I needed to see her. She walked out of the bathroom with her cell phone in her left hand. My wife was right handed. She was smiling at the screen and breathing more calmly. Like Denise did after she came this afternoon on my face.

In the dim light I noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned and her lacey blue bra unclasped. It hung off of her shoulders and large breasts. Her lower torso only had her royal blue garter belt and matching stockings on. She stopped near the bedroom clothes hamper, took off her blouse and bra, then turned to go to the dresser.

Her large breasts bounced a little. Her blonde hair was tussled. She was not a ten but still looked so hot. There she put her leg up on the chair to remove her stockings. Her large breasts hung down as she leaned forward. Her nipples seemed erect and puffy. Emma unclasped the garter and rolled the stocking down her leg.

Emma shifted legs and turned more my way to do the other. Her large breasts jiggled. Then she took off the garter belt and put it and the stockings and bra in her drawer.

My heart was still thumping in my chest. My stomach all knotted up. My throat was more parched than it had ever been. Now was not the time I told myself. I have been asleep, and we are being audio recorded, remember?

My penis was still straining in my cage. My balls still burned, and my butt plug seemed to fill my ass so much.

She pulled a camisole over her head. I caught one more glimpse of her large jiggling globes before they were covered and out of view. Then she put a fresh pair of panties on, leaned over to the vanity and turned off the light.

Emma crawled into bed behind me and soon was fast asleep.

My balls ached so badly. My penis felt so constrained. I couldn't take it any longer. I needed to re-apply the oil. It was my only option. That and try to stop my erection.

I quietly slipped out of bed and tip toed to our ensuite. I closed the door and hesitantly turned on the light. I found my oil and quietly took care of my balls. Not a perfect solution but they felt somewhat better.

I looked over at the bathroom hamper. Her skirt was folded atop the clothes. I lifted it up and found her royal blue panties below. They were still wet and slightly crusty. I pulled it up to my nose.

I deeply inhaled a strong smell of sex.

Pussy juice. Semen. I was sure I could smell both.

To my surprise, I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked her wet panties.

Definitely pussy juice. Semen.

Then something came over me. I felt so submissive, so servile, so - I stopped just holding her panties and stuck the bottom portion in my mouth and sucked.

Pussy juice. Semen.

My heart was racing again. My penis was straining also.

It felt so slutty. It was a nasty act.

I sucked more and more on the crotch of Emma's panties.

What was I doing? Why?

I needed to talk to Emma. We needed to talk.

Just as quickly I stuck them back below her skirt in the hamper, shut off the light and slipped back into bed with the taste of Emma's pussy and someone's semen in my mouth. I had a lot of naughty dreams that night.

I woke up to a phone call from Emma telling me that I was late again.

I quickly got ready for work and hussled downstairs.

The kitchen was empty. Emma was gone. I found that I had a text saying that her friend Chloe needed a ride to work and that she had taken the kids with her and would drop them off at school as usual. My wife also said that there was another protein shake for me to drink, lunch in a bag and coffee in my mug.

It tasted as good as yesterday's.

Before I knew it I had arrived at work and was tired. I had not slept lots. Denise got me lots of coffee. We had our usual morning routine. Today I was clad in pink lingerie. Same butt plug, same setting. Made me feel horny. Especially since I could not do anything about it. Oh, and a brief video chat with Naughty.

Around 11 am a package arrived, addressed to Denise and I. I received a text from Naughty. We were to log into chat at 11:45 and open it then. Not before.

All the coffee had kind of kicked in and I had been on a roll at work so I readily got right back at it. Denise had lots to do too and likely did the same.

11:40 Denise came into my office with the package. She set it on my desk.

11:43 We logged into the video chat.

11:45 Naughty showed up, right on time.

"Punctual. I like that. Now the package. Open it. Use a letter opener, but carefully. Do it now," typed Naughty.

Denise and I looked at each other, then I pulled the letter opener out from my desk and opened the package. Denise dug into it and pulled out a very large, flesh coloured dildo. It seemed longer and thicker than any of the men I had taken. Oh, and it had a suction cup on the bottom.

Denise and I both looked at each other, our eyes as round as saucers.

"Don't worry Shauna. Its not for you. Not yet at least. It is for Denise," Naughty typed.

Denise looked right at the screen seemingly stunned.

"Yes. From now on on a regular basis you will attach it to the couch over there and ride it. Oh, and if you dig deeper in the box, there is another for home use too."

"What is this for? I have dildos," Denise stated to the computer screen.

"Yes, yes you do. But none are this big. I want you to get used to riding a very big cock. I want you to stretch your pussy and get it used to accommodating very large cocks."

"But, but why?" I asked feeling at a loss.

"Denise needs further training," came the quick response.

"Yes, but we have a deal," I countered.

"Correct, but that deal does not preclude dildos nor does it preclude sex with very hung men. It only precludes gang bangs," Naughty typed, likely with a 'I told you so' tone.

"Oh, and by the way Denise. You are to record yourself each time. Use the video program I had installed on your phone Saturday night. It will show me live what you are doing. And I almost forgot, you are not allowed to use lube. I want to see you suck on it first just like the fantastic blowjobs you give," Naughty typed.

"Worship it," Naughty added and paused.

"Coat it with saliva as you do. Get yourself excited so that you are very wet before you insert it. Now, it is approaching 12 noon. Start riding it at the top of the hour. Do it now. Chat later."

And with that Naughty logged out of chat.

"I don't want my pussy stretched all the time," Denise quietly exclaimed with a bit of a trepidatious look on her face.

"Its ok, we have gotten through worse," I soothed her.

"Yes, but," Denise hesitated. She then continued with a lusty voice,"I wanted to tighten up my pussy and get used to smaller penises, no bigger than my boyfriend, and, and yours."

I paused. Denise wanted me. This hot little number really wanted me. That gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.

"It isn't that thick a dildo," I motioned to it and redirected the conversation. "And it isn't really that long. It can't be that much more than twelve inches?" I tried to downplay the dildo's size for Denise.

"It's big alright," Denise rebutted with a chuckle. She tried to wrap her dainty red nailed fingers around it like she was about to start playing with a real man's tool.

As she slid her fingers over it in an erotic downstroke she looked intently at it. "The head is bigger than most, right below it is definitely thicker than Mike Brown's and it gets thicker after that."

"It won't be that bad," I tried again.

Denise turned to me and with a naughty look on her face retorted "We should lube it up and see you squat over it and take it, then you would know how big it is."

I shuddered at that thought. It was a big one, bigger than any real cock I had taken. Part of me felt excited. My penis stirred in my cage.

I looked at the clock. 11:52. We still had some time.

"It would be easier if you were wet you know," I said with a grin.

Denise cocked her head to one side. "And how do you propose I get that aroused?" she asked with a grin.

I got up, took her by the hand and led her over to the couch. I began to unbutton her blouse, slowly one at a time, while looking her in the eye.

An expectant look appeared in her eyes.

I finished with her buttons then slid my hands inside her shirt. I lightly caressed her sides as my hands went for the clasp of her bra and undid it. It loosened its grip on her wonderful chest.

I began to kiss her luscious lips and pulled us down onto the couch. The skin on her back and her sides felt so soft, so smooth. She gasped as my hands lightly passed over them to the sides of her breasts. Our tongues entertwined while I teased past her nipples. Such deliciously soft skin.

Then I began caressing and rubbing her nipples, even tweaking and pulling on them. That drew more gasps from Denise. We continued making out on the couch for a few minutes more. Then I slipped my left hand up under her skirt. Her panties were wet, very wet.

"I think you are ready now," I whispered as our lips unwillingly parted.

"Uh huh," Denise moaned back. Her blue eyes had such a soft look to them. Her expertly done lashes, and eye makeup always emphasized her perfect looking eyes.

I got up and went over to my desk. My penis was straining to get erect in my cage. My balls hurt as they strained to pull up to my body. I would re-oil in a few minutes after helping Denise start.

I set her phone up and started the app so that it would record her session with the dildo. I then handed her the oversized dildo. Denise suctioned it onto the firm cushion of the couch and then while kneeling beside it began to work it over.

It was such an erotic sight.

She stuck her tongue out and licked the massive cock. She licked around the head then just under. After that she took the head in her mouth and slobbered all over it while bobbing on it like it was real.

After a few minutes, she stopped and looked at her phone. A line of saliva hung between her and the dildo for a brief moment before it fell. She looked hot and all sexed up. Her hair was a bit mussed, her lipstick was smeared around her lips and her face was flushed.

Denise then got up, slid her skirt off, pulled her pink panties down past her ankles and climbed over the massive pole. It was tall enough that she could only rest on one knee but had to angle her other leg out on the couch had as she nestled the head of the beast in between the labia of her dark hair covered pussy.

It was quite a sight seeing my hot brunette secretary, her blouse open, lacy white bra hanging loosely over her breasts, while her white stocking covered legs were sort of flanking this monstrous dildo.

She gasped and looked into her phone as she pushed herself down onto it.

"Its big," she said with wide open eyes.

Denise pulled up and then pushed down again, about an inch further. Then she pulled back up and pressed down again. She had taken several inches inside her.

Now she was able to be on both knees and was fully resting on the dildo.

My penis was trying hard to get erect inside the chastity device. It hurt and my balls once again were burning. It was such an arousing scene. I fumbled for the oil on my desk and a kleenex so that I could take care of the pain.

I looked back up and saw Denise continuing to slide up and down, working the over-sized dildo into her pussy. She must have had four to five inches of it in her already.

"It's so big, so very big," Denise gasped.
She continued pressing down to get more in. She knew that she was expected to and did not want to disappoint.

It was truly an erotic sight.

This hot brunette, clad in hot lingerie with an open blouse trying to ride a big thick dildo.

Her pussy had made a lot of squishy noises which were now mixed with the continuous moans that escaped her lips.

She had worked over half of it inside her. She might have had seven plus inches in her. It looked like it was indenting her groin on the way in and pulled on her labia as she drew herself off of it.

It was slick with her juices. She was slowly impaling herself on it, again and again and again. She looked so hot as she did so. It would have made for a great video if it weren't for Naughty's foul intentions.

Her breathing was faster and her moans slightly louder as she continued her session. Sweat glistened off of her as it was quite the erotic workout. She was building up to an orgasm.

I looked over at the clock. It was almost 12:30.

Ding!

I had received a text from Naughty.

"Tell her to stop at 12:30. Do not finish her orally. She only gets to come on the dildo during these sessions or not at all," typed Naughty.

At 12:30 I told her it was time to stop.

Denise paused and looked at me. Her face said that she needed more. The look on her face was this side of desperate. She was so close.

I showed the text to her. She gasped but she held herself still.

After a moment she pulled herself off of the dildo, looking very frustrated.

Ding!

"Shauna, you are to clean the large dildo for Denise, with your tongue. Make sure the video feed gets a clear shot of you worshiping this cock. Tell Denise to stand beside the couch and wait for you. Do it now."

"I so need to finish," Denise whispered lustily as she slid off the couch and stood beside it. Her pussy was still gaping open. Light glistened off the wet folds of her womanhood. Her juices had run out and coated her upper thighs. A pungent smell of fresh pussy filled the air.

I got on the couch beside the dildo and leaned forward. It smelled so good. It had a thick coating of Denise's juices. I stuck my tongue out and licked the shaft from the bottom up. My tongue was in heaven as I lapped up her juices from the oversized dildo.

I worshiped the large cock with my mouth for the camera.

"It's so hot seeing you lick a big cock Shauna," Denise whispered huskily.

I held the base and continued licking up the shaft. I left the head for last. I briefly blocked the camera as I cleaned the front of the dildo.

I could see that Denise was all hot and bothered. She desparately needed to frig herself but knew not to. She was trying to breathe slower and recover from the edging she had just received.

I looked into the camera then turned and licked the head of the dildo. It was larger than Mike Brown's or my boyfriend's. Jerome's rivalled it but still was not as large. I leaned over it and swirled my tongue around it like I would a real cock. Then I took it in my mouth and sucked lightly on it.

"So hot, so hot," Denise stated.

I got off the couch as I was done the task.

Ding!

"Now here is the tough part, I want you to clean Denise's pussy. I don't want her soaking her panties today. Well not more than she would anyways. You will clean her pussy juice from the folds of her pussy with your tongue slowly, avoid her clit and don't make her climax. Do it now."

I showed the text to Denise. Her eyes widened in disbelief and she inhaled loudly.

Denise lowered her head and got on the couch beside the dildo. She slid a bit so that her ass was on the edge of the couch and spread her legs for me.

I dropped to my knees in front of this hot woman. Her face was flush and her hair a bit mussed. As I leaned forward the strong smell of her juices filled my nostrils. She seemed much wetter than earlier.

As I licked her thigh she began to breath faster. I knew I she was close and I needed to be careful so that she would not climax. She took in a fast breath when I moved to clean her other inner thigh.

Now for the hard part.

I licked the outside of her hairy pussy. Slowly. Painstakingly slowly. Denise was desparate. She mewled in response.

I then gently moved her labia so that I could lick in between her outer and inner folds. Again I went as slow as I could. Denise moaned lightly. It was true torture for her to be teased like this.

When her labia were clean I then gently stuck my tongue inside her still open pussy. I had to get those juices too. Denise gasped and moaned as I cleaned the entrance to her love canal.

Her breathing had picked up. She was building to an orgasm again. An orgasm she was not allowed to have.

Like me. It was torture for me to lick her pussy knowing she could not cum.

When enough of her juices had been licked up, I pulled back and looked up at Denise. Her lacy bra hung loose over her chest that heaved with every breath she took. Her nipples looked erect and were being lightly caressed by the bra. More torturous edging for her.

I picked up my phone and typed to Naughty.

"Why will you not allow her an orgasm?"

"Simple, I want her to orgasm from the dildo and I want her know what you are going through now that you cannot touch your small penis." came the swift reply.

Denise ground her ass into the couch, desparately trying to get me to lick more.

"Please let her cum," I typed. I looked back at the camera pleadingly.

"Fine. Rub her clit with the head of the dildo. Just the dildo though, no tongue. Tell her she can play with her nipples. Make it look good for the camera," Naughty typed.

A smile broke across my face. I half got up and needing both hands, I freed the dildo from the couch.

"Play with your nipples. Naughty says I can use this and make you climax."

Denise cracked a smile. Her face flushed. She gasped.

I crouched between her legs again, a bit off to the side so that her phone camera could see her pussy. I looked up and saw that Denise was working over her swollen nipples. Her breathing was picking up.

I rubbed the dildo over her still open slit.

Denise gasped.

I then began to rub it over her clit. She gasped when it first touched that sensitive organ. Then she moaned and bucked her hips forward. It was like she was in heat as she ground her pussy onto the dildo.

I pressed it harder onto her and she gasped and moaned more. She was almost there.

"Uhhhhhnnn, Uhhhhnnnn!" Denise exclaimed as she orgasmed powerfully. Her body went stiff then limp when it ended.

She was covered in sweat. Her face was flush. She wore a smile of satisfaction.

When we both got up Denise planted a warm, wet, passionate kiss on my lips.

"Thanks, I really needed that," Denise said to both me and her phone camera. Then she pulled her clothes back on. She arranged herself and reapplied some liptstick.

"Finish cleaning up. Talk later," was Naughty's last text to me.

I licked the head of the dildo clean then put it away in my desk. Denise took her phone and

we got to enjoy the last few minutes of our lunch hour eating our sandwiches while sitting on a bench outside.

The afternoon was going by fairly fast it seemed. I had gotten into my work nicely. Then around three o'clock, Denise popped into my office. Her face had been exquisitely remade and did not reveal that anything had happened at lunch.

"You do need to talk to Emma. You have been good at avoiding that," Denise lightly admonished.

"Each time I try to, it does not work out. Seriously, I have tried," I replied with some exasperation. That sinking feeling came back. I began to breathe faster and my stress level rose lots.

"But you two need to talk, see where things are at and work things out," she continued more softly.

She stood there staring at the floor for a few moments.

"I know," Denise began with her head cocked at an angle, "why don't you two go out for coffee tonight, before going home. That would keep distractions away. You will feel better once you two talk," Denise suggested.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Each time I freeze up. It is so stressful. You know that. But this could work. We might even feel better talking where we need to be less descriptive. We do need to face this and deal with it."

I texted Emma while I still had the nerve and to my surprise she agreed to meet at the local coffee shop at 6:30 pm, then go home for supper since we both needed to stay a bit late at work. Jon could watch the kids and get supper going.

My focus the rest of the afternoon was not great. I kept thinking back to Emma. To Saturday night. To last night, 3 am. We definitely needed to talk.

Five pm came and the office cleared out. At 5:30 Denise had to repeat her performance on the dildo. She probably took a good eight inches in and her pussy lips strained to get the thick shaft in her that far. When she had finished we kissed and parted ways.

My trip to the coffee shop seemed like another surreal dream. I felt like I was having an out of body experience, watching the scene before me. I would get the answers I needed even if they were not the ones I wanted.

6:15. I arrived at the coffee shop. I ordered a decaf and picked a table by the window and as isolated as could be. I felt so nervous. More nervous than I had felt when I was meeting my boyfriend for the first time. My stomach knotted up, my heart was beating fast. This talk could change the course of my life. Of our lives.

6:25. Emma walked in. She scanned the crowd looking for me. When she saw me she smiled and nodded her head. Then she got herself a drink with whipped cream on it and came over.

The smile on her face looked friendly yet stressed. I stood up and we hugged and she gave me a light kiss on the lips. More like a peck really. Very cordial.

My heart was still racing as we sat down. Where to begin? How to begin?

"How was your day Dear?" Emma began like she usually did at supper, but with a hint of nervousness.

"Busy, very busy today," I replied not really expecting the question. "How did your day go?" I politely asked in return trying to mask my own nervousness.

"Busy too. We have new contracts that need lots of work," she replied.

"It's so good that we have a great sitter like Jon who is willing to come over as need be on a moment's notice. He does so much for us, he is so good to us," I stated still a bit nervously.

"Yes, he is a useful young man to have around," Emma added with a smile.

I reached across the small table and took Emma's hands in mine. Her nails were exquisitely done. Red and pointy. My blonde, busty wife looked me in the eyes.

"We need to talk about us, and what we have been up to," I expressed nervously as I broke the ice.

"How do we begin, there is a lot I think," she replied with a nervous chuckle.

We both hesitated. There was a long awkward silence.

Emma looked down into her drink. "I think we both have been naughty," she said a bit meekly.

"Yes, Naughty," I replied.

Emma looked back up at me expectantly.

I continued "Naughty, who is-"

Just then Emma's phone dinged. I stopped mid-sentence. I needed to see her reaction as we talked. It would tell me as much as she did.

Emma let go of my hands and picked up her phone. She read her phone intently. Then she quickly typed something in reply.

Ding!

My phone went off. I looked at the screen. It was from Naughty.

"You two are at a coffee shop. Together. Remember, I am tracking your phone. You should not be talking about certain things. It will only make things worse. And don't show her your phone and don't look at hers."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Emma focussing on her phone. Then she typed again.

Worse for who? I wondered to myself.

Ding!

More from Naughty on mine. "It is not time for you two to discuss things like your marriage and what your future holds."

"Why not?" I typed in return. Again Emma typed.

"Your sex life belongs to me. Your balls and ass belong to me. I don't want certain things discussed. Not yet. I want you to put the audio app on and you can ask her about her lovers, and tell her about yours. Nothing more."

Fuck. Emma and I needed to sort things out. The sooner the better. I needed to know if she was Naughty or working with Naughty or forced to like me.

I needed to know what was going on.

"Ok," I replied disheartened and started the audio app.

"Apparently we need the audio app on," I said dejectedly. "Our discussion is limited to lovers I am told."

"Yes," Emma replied matter of factly.

She gulped then drew in a deep breath. "You wear women's lingerie and get off on having men take you. You have a boyfriend who takes care of your needs?" Emma blurted out quietly. I was taken aback. I did not expect her to be so blunt in public.

I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. I could feel my eyes widen. My mouth dropped open, but all I could do was breath. My heart raced. I went flush in embarrassment. My stomach so very knotted up.

"And I thought that I could smell another woman's juices on your face. Denise I presume?" Emma added before I could reply.

I lowered my head. My whole body felt awful. My throat was dry, my stomach knotted up further. I knew I had to say something, but I just couldn't. I had never felt so bad in my entire life.

There was a long silence between us.

"Yes," I replied meekly and oddly remorseful. It was all I could say.

More silence.

"Are you seeing the yoga instructor?" I finally managed to ask.

"Yes, I am seeing Jacques," Emma stated firmly. Her face was full of reluctance, but not her voice.

I felt sick to my stomach. He no longer was just some yoga instructor. He had a name. He was a real person. And my wife was dating him. And fucking him. I felt so hollow inside.

There was more silence between us.

"And Nick and Dave your boss?" I went further. I needed to know if they were just talking or -

"Yes." she replied succinctly.

I did know the answer but had to ask. I did not want to believe what they said but my gut told me they were not lying. Emma confirmed that. My throat felt even drier, my heart raced faster than before.

My penis stirred within its cage.

I did not want to know more but something inside me did. I had a sick thought, a sick image. It was gnawing away at me. I hoped she could dispel it. I had hope. I had to ask.

"Is Dave breeding you?" I finally stammered out.

Emma swallowed. She hesitated. Then looked me in the eye.

"Yes, Dave is breeding me," she replied.

My balls ached and my penis strained within my chastity device. What was more sick? Her answer to the question or my body's response?

Emma looked down at her phone, appearing to read something. Then she typed.

Ding!

"That's enough for now," appeared on my phone from Naughty. "Keep the audio program open until I say to close it."

Emma stared at her phone some more.

"I think It it time for us to go home now," she stated with less vigour. As she got up she looked into my eyes. Hers had a tenderness and something else. A sadness? I wasn't sure.

We both went to our own cars and drove home. I re-ran the meeting with my wife in my head, over and over again. I thought about every word and facial expression. One thing that nagged at me: I kept receiving texts from Naughty after Emma typed. Naughty only contacted us after I brought Naughty up. Was this pure coincidence or -

Was Emma Naughty?

I still needed to talk to her. To really talk to her. I needed to know about us. I needed to know if she was Naughty.

I still had the audio program on when we arrived. Emma had arrived before me and was heading up the walkway to our home. Her ass swished nicely in her tight skirt and heels.

She paused at the door and waited for me to catch up. She smiled bravely as she looked at me and then opened the door and strode in.

There were three nice sized boxes in our entrance hallway. All had the markings of a local courier.

Emma looked at them almost expectantly. Jon came out of the kitchen before I could inspect them or inquire about them. A decent looking 21 year old, with blonde hair, glasses and a fit body. Thankfully not with the in-crowd but instead an introverted, pretty decent guy. It had been nice seeing him grow up over the years and turn out so well.

We called him our next door neighbor but really, he lived a couple of houses over. Earlier on in our marriage we had more spare time and had gotten to know all the neighbors very well as this had been a tight knit community back then. Now other people had moved in and most of the owners from back then had become busy with work and their own lives.

"Hello Mrs Jacobs, and Mr Jacobs," the seemingly ever-happy Jon greeted us.

"Hello Jon, I am so thankful you could come over," I replied.

Jon nodded his head. "Anything for you and Mrs Jacobs," he said.

"Shaun, why don't you finish up with the kids while Jon helps me with the boxes upstairs," Emma stated with a smile.

"Maybe Jon could finish in the kitchen and I could help you?" I suggested. I cocked my head quizzically.

"No dear, I need his help," Emma asserted. She stood straight and looked directly at me.

We all just stood there for a moment.

"Ok," I replied reluctantly and not sure what was going on.

"This way Jon," Emma stated firmly.

Jon immediately went and picked up the boxes. Emma strode up the steps with Jon following obediently behind her. I just stood there wondering what was going on. My gut was knotting up again.

Ever since Saturday I had been off kilter. This just added to that. What was in the boxes? Why would Jon need to help? I heard my kids in the kitchen and took my cue.

While I was in the kitchen Naughty texted me and told me I could shut off the audio program now that I was at home and the home audio would pick things up instead. The fact that we were being recorded at home sent shivers down my spine. And then some.

Denise texted me anxious to find out about my meeting with Emma. I texted her what had happened.

Fifteen minutes had gone by and they still were upstairs. The kids were almost fed and watered. Lots of mess though. On the youngest and on the table. Jon always made a mess at the stove and sink as well. He obviously was not the cook at his house.

Twenty minutes. The kids were done and we headed to the main floor bathroom to clean up. I thought I could hear Emma moan. Or did I?

My penis stirred in my chastity device. Bad thoughts about what was happening upstairs were giving me a sinking feeling yet my penis stirred nonetheless.

Twenty five minutes. We were back in the kitchen and I was staring at the sink, stove and table.

Finally I heard someone come down the stairs.

"Mr Jacobs?" Jon said a bit sheepishly as he entered the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"You are needed upstairs, I can do the rest down here," Jon declared.

I handed him the wet cloth I was going to use, wiped my hands on a towel and tried to look him in the eye. He avoided my gaze. That made my stomach feel worse.

Apprehensively I headed to the stairs. They creaked familiarly as I climbed each one. Why was Jon needed before but now me? My stomach knotted up. I knew the answer but did not want to know.

I found the door slightly ajar. As I stepped in I was surprised to find Emma lying in bed, the covers over her.

"Come over here dear. I need you to help me with something," Emma mentioned in a relaxed tone.

My heart began to race. I closed the door and walked over to her. I was back in a dream like state. This could not be happening. No, this could not be happening.

My penis was trying to get erect in my cage again. My balls were hurting.

I stopped at the edge of the bed. Emma's blonde hair was mussed. Her lipstick smeared. My heart raced even more. I could tell what had happened but I still was in shock.
No it could not have just happened.

"Take off your clothes," Emma stated firmly.

I stood there not sure what to do. Never before has Emma ordered me to do anything. I am her husband. She is my wife. Naughty said I am to obey her. To follow her orders as if they came from Naughty.

"Ok," I said trepidatiously. I took off my suit jacket, shirt, tie, pants and my socks. I placed them on the chair at Emma's vanity. Then I returned to Emma.

"The underwear too," Emma commanded.

Again she was using a tone with me that she had not used before.

Reluctantly I pulled them down, revealing my chastity device. I felt so humiliated. So ashamed. So emasculated. I could not look at her face.

She did not gasp or say anything. I stood there for a few moments in front of my wife. Bare naked. Except for my chastity device. My face turned very red.

"I need your tongue. I need you to eat me. Right now," she declared firmly.

She had never talked to me like this before. She also had never asked this of me before. Not ever in our marital bed, not at any time in the past. Now after Saturday, she was.

My heart was racing, my penis was obviously straining in my cage, my balls ached and my ass throbbed around my butt plug.

I knew that I had to comply. I had to do as asked. I did not need Naughty punishing me or Denise.

Still I stood there and hesitated.

"Do it now," Emma stated.

Reluctantly I obeyed her.

I felt like I was watching myself as I pulled the sheets off of her. She was only wearing her garter belt and stockings. Her large breasts had red marks and her nipples were erect and puffy. Her skin was flush and looked a bit sweaty. Her dirty blonde pubic hairs were glistening.

She spread her legs and reluctantly I crawled in between.

I could smell her sex. I could see whitish fluid leaking out from her open pussy lips and down over the rosebud of her ass.

What the hell? I asked myself in disbelief, my head hovering over her mound. I knew what I would find but was still shocked when I did.

Emma put her hands on my head and pulled me in to her well fucked pussy.

"I need your tongue. I need it. Right Now," Emma said lustily.

Jon had fucked my wife, in our marital bed, while I was downstairs and all was video recorded. Now I was being forced to eat the evidence.

A creampie.

My stomach churned at the thought.

My penis was still straining in its cage. It was as hard as it could get. My balls ached badly. I could feel the butt plug in my ass as my sphincter tightened around it.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out unwillingly. Her inner thighs were wet and sticky and so were her pubic hairs. The aroma of their sex kept filling my nostrils as I lapped at the entrance to her pussy.

Emma gasped as I made contact with her sex.

Her taste was more pungent than Denise's. More juices leaked out and onto my tongue. There was a strong taste of semen. I lapped more then dug my tongue inside.

That made her moan and shudder. A fresh batch of fluid leaked out, which I swallowed. I kept licking at her entrance and thrusting my tongue inside.

She moaned louder in response. More fluid kept seeping out.

This felt so wrong yet my penis wanted to burst out of its cage and get fully erect.

I felt so utterly humiliated.

I licked around her entrance and cleaned their love juices that had leaked down to the rosebud of Emma's ass. That brought about a gasp and a deeper moan.

I went for her clitoris. One lick and she gasped and moaned louder.

I kept rubbing her nub with my tongue and she moaned continuously.

Her breathing became faster and she grabbed my hair with her hands and pulled me even more into her mound.

Suddenly her legs gripped my head and she began to convulse. Her orgasm was powerful.

More and more of her fluids mixed with Jon's seed seeped into my mouth. She never got this wet before when we had sex.

Finally she released me and her legs went limp.

I lay there between her legs still breathing in the aroma of her sex. My face was covered in it too. That had gone fast. She came sooner than anyone I had ever eaten.

Correction.

It had only been Denise and one other pussy other than Emma. I had only eaten one girl before I got married. Cheryl, back in high school, twice. I did not know what I was doing, but she came anyways. Denise usually took awhile.

My thoughts returned to the moment. I had just eaten Jon's spunk out of my Emma's pussy, in our marital bed. I still felt so humiliated. I thought about this and what it might mean for the future. I also wondered how long this had been going on.

After a few minutes Emma talked quietly.

"Thank you, I really needed that. Finish cleaning me dear," Emma said in a calm, satisfied voice.

Part of me still was in another world, in a dream like state. Part of me felt submissive. Part of me felt broken.

I didn't really hesitate. I obeyed my wife.

My tongue went back to work. More had leaked out of her. Once again I licked her rosebud clean then moved to the entrance to her pussy and gently licked just inside and around the outside.

"That should be good dear. I am going to go down, pay Jon and spend some time with the kids before they go to bed. I want you to take all your underwear out of your dresser. You will find new stuff to replace it with in the top two boxes," Emma said calmly.

I was floored. Emma talked as if nothing unusual had happened here. Or in recent days. In fact she was more authoritative than she has ever been with me. What was happening?

I got up off the bed and could not bring myself to look Emma in the face. I looked down ashamed of what had taken place and turned to the boxes. Why my underwear. Part of me shuddered at the inkling of what might be in them.

They were still unopened.

I looked in the my pants for a pen to get through the packing tape. None. After checking all the pockets of my suit jacket I found a suitable one.

Emma had slipped into the bathroom to freshen up while I was pre-occupied.

My breathing had not slowed down. My heart still was beating fast. My penis at least had calmed down a bit although my balls still ached.

What had just happened here? What was happening to us? Was this really Emma? Or was this an act put on for the cameras? Or was my Emma just an act? My head was spinning. So little had taken place yet so much had happened.

Was Emma Naughty?

I could see Emma in the mirror of her vanity as she came back out. She wore her light pink robe and no stockings. Her hair was fixed. She closed the door behind her as she left the room.

I could still taste the evidence of their rendevous in my mouth. I could still smell it on my face. Jon. My wife. Images of them going at it in our marital bed kept flashing through my head.

Our Marital bed.

I opened the first box.

Panties. Lots of cotton panties. Various shades of pink, red, purple, blue, green, brown, white and black. The box was full of them.

The second box.

Lacey bras, garter belts, stockings, camisoles and slips. Various colours.

All for me.

I looked at the third box.

I wanted to open it but I saw that it had a note: 'For Emma to open'. So I left it. It was heavier than the other two. Much heavier.

Ding!

I reached for my phone.

Naughty.

"I can see that you have found my gifts for you. From now on you will only wear a woman's under garments. Pick out a nice pair of panties to put on. And a camisole. Oh, and use the butt plug you will find in the panty box for night time. It will be easier on you. You can thank me later. Talk in the morning."

Thank him/her.

Thank Naughty.

Yeah, right.

I sat back down on the bed. I just had to sit and think. More surprises tonight. In fact lots of surprises. My life was changing, just not how I expected it to before Emma and I met at the coffee shop earlier tonight.

Of all the potential outcomes and scenarios I went through in my head in the past couple of days, this was not one of them. The reality of my current situation was very apparent.

I have not work things out with Emma.

I have become Emma's cuckold.

I have a boyfriend.

I wear panties.

I wear a bra.

I am caged.