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30 Birthday bash
Saturday 8th February 2015
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The Birthday bash told from Andy the cuck hubbys point of view:
My own birthday had been just a few days before my wife Dawn`s Today was hers and we had decided to celebrate with a meal however, her master had decided that we were to celebrate in a perhaps to some unconventional way.
For those who don’t know us I should explain that my wife has a kink, fetish joy call it what you will, about being used.
This was controlled well till I wanted as a treat to watch my wife with another man, most husbands have that fantasy, well she decided she would do it and I have to tell you that the old adage be careful what you wish for is so accurate it still takes my breath away.
We chose a chap from those on offer who had shown an interest, and he turned out to be a bondage and S&M master
That got my wife hooked on the lifestyle.
Anyway for the last few years now he has rung her on her mobile about Thursday each week and usually she is with him overnight on the following Saturday night, leaving me with my tackle in a chastity cage, while she`s away.
I know she loves me dearly, and as a token she wears my collar which she allows me to lock round her lovely neck before she leaves as a mark of my ownership and love.
I have come to enjoy the cuck lifestyle though I have no idea why, (but do any of us know why we get turned on by certain things and not others) and am in a really excited state by the time she returns, when she either allows me to clean her up then she allows me sex, or at her whim she may not.
She has a scribe an older chap called Ed on the web a chap she has never met, she trusts him and passes him the notes of her night of lust and pain, he weaves it into a cohesive story then puts it out on hamster, sending her a copy which she shows me and usually that`s the first time I get to know what`s gone on.
I find the story a real turn on as does Dawn.
Once a year on our birthdays we have a night that`s a bit different as I am included and this is the story of that happening this year.
Saturday the 8th Feb 2015 at about half three Dawn arrived home after visiting her mum and dad, it had been a long week at work and she was tired, I ran her a hot bath, and delivered her a coffee and her tablet as she soaked away the cares of the world and read a story or two on x hamster her favourite website to get her in the mood, this started to get her in the mood as we both knew it was the birthday weekend and we would be off to the masters house after a meal.
He had called her as usual on Thursday and told her what to wear etc as was usual.
She rose from her bath having soaked enough; she stood as I dried her in a large fluffy towel, running my hands over her curves and dusting her with talc, she stood enjoying that, though I knew she was saving herself for her master and that I would not be allowed to go further.
She lay on the bed for me and I shaved her to her satisfaction, knowing that I was smoothing her for another man to enjoy. Again I dusted her lovely sweet smelling pussy and she turned over for me to dust her backside as well, me gently caressing the cheeks that we both knew would be marked and bruised before she next lay on our bed again.
She shuddered at the thought her pussy dampening as she slid her panties up over her legs. Black lacy and enhancing the panties made her looks oh so erotic
Next it was her low cut bra; she leant forward as I held the matching black lacy cups to her 32d bust, with her nipples just erect, as she slid her arms into the straps, me slipping my arms round her to clip the hooks together.
By this time my prick was stiff, and usually I would have been in my chastity device, but today was the birthday bash, with no such restrictions. Putting her hold up stockings on her feet and sliding the things up her shapely legs smoothing the few wrinkles, as she stood for me, smiling at my erect discomfort.
I helped her into her blouse, a slippery sheer silk one in white
And so sheer, that the bra was showing through sexily.
This was followed by her pencil thin knee length leather skirt, and of course the high heels.
By now just the looks of the woman were enough to have me near creaming my suit trousers.
She said she was nervous so I poured her a brandy to steady her, and then fitted her collar locking it on as a symbol of her love for me and her subservience to the master.
It stood out proudly black and studded on her neck distinct for the entire world to see the small brass padlock proclaiming she was a sex slave.
The taxi arrived sharp at five and we set out, her coat open at the front so the driver could get a good look at my wife`s complete ensemble.
We were soon at the appointed restaurant, a swish place all silver service and waiters. We arrived before the master, and were shown to a table by the maitre d who was expecting us and took Dawns coat.
Naturally I sat opposite my wife, her mode of dress and her collar causing a ripple of discrete comments between the staff
The master swept in and made me move over so I was sat next to him, a gentle but firm reminder that I was now stepping aside for him to take over as the alpha male.
We ordered drinks and then the meal, like any other diners, the waiter a dark haired immaculate young man hardly able to take his eyes from Dawns cleavage or collar during his presence at our table.
The starters arrived, I noted delivered by our waiter and a second waiter obviously alerted by the first and wanting a closer look at my spectacular lady , I felt particularly proud of her as I realised she was my wife even if I did share bits of her with master, scribe and the men on hamster each week.
The starters over master sent Dawn to the toilets to remove her panties and return them to him placing them folded in front of him on the table, she stood and walked off to the toilet without as much as a glance at me or a comment to the master, she was totally his servant now.
The waiters all following her progress as she went.
She returned just before the main was served, she placed the folded black lacy item on the table between the master and her places prominent and black against the white cloth and the silver cutlery.
The lace was not missed by the waiters, now three, who delivered the fabulous main course,
Master unbeknown to me had his foot on her lap gently rocking on her sex and arousing her throughout the meal
I could see by her face that something was happening but not see and that started my mind racing and I was also worried what would happen if anything was said about the panties on the table
The maitre D did in fact come over, asking that the meal was ok, and having a craft look at Dawns collar and tits, and he couldn’t have failed to notice the panties but his granite features showed nothing as is normal in his calling.
The sweet trolley, then cheese and finally coffee came and went all with the most waiter care I have ever experienced, the master paying the bill with a flourish, the maitre D produced her coat, and we were soon awaiting our taxi, feeling full and satisfied,.
Master then explained he had left her folded panties as a tip!
He then addressed me and explained that I was to sit up with the driver and not to turn and watch whatever was happening in the rear seat, did I understand. I said I did
The taxis, swept up and we got into it.
The master gave the driver, unusually an Englishman, his address and as we set off, it was hard not to turn and see what was happening with the master and my wife behind me, but the taxi driver had his eyes in the mirror as much as on the road, I later found out that he had opened her blouse and made her unship her breasts so she could let the driver see what she had, at the same time the master had his hand up her skirt making her moan gently as he played with her clit.
We were soon at the master’s place, where I was told to “pay the driver which I did, getting out and watching Dawn walk up to the driver at the masters command, and her breasts still out, give him a big kiss letting him feast his eyes on her breasts as she did so.
The master unlocked the door and we trooped into the hallway.
Once inside she was told to remove her blouse skirt and bra then to attach the dog leash chain to her collar where it was to remain till she left the next day as a symbol of her servitude.
I again at his command fitted ankle and wrist straps before he led her upstairs with me following her shapely arse, as we went up.
I had still a stiffee since we set out, in fact since the shave, seemingly hours ago
I was then instructed to secure dawn to the bed, which after she had laid down and spread her arms I did, clipping her wristlets to the cords permanently attached to the bed legs, she lay back and spread her legs then for me to do the same to her ankles.
She looked a picture laid there unable to move, and as vulnerable as a woman can be her smooth gash wet in anticipation of whatever the master would do to her.
The master then said I was to “strip off and sit and watch but if I so much as touched my cock then I would not get to fuck Dawn for a week and as it was for my birthday as well that would be a shame.
I was undressed in a trice and sat down to one side as he began to use a vibrator on Dawns clit, raising her to that heightened state that comes just before a climax.
Her eyes shut tight and her breathing deepened when he shut off the vibrator. Her eyes opened and she looked crestfallen to say the least, he sat down and waited for her to regain her usual regular breathing then did the whole process again, again she raised her breathing even arching her back, eyes tight shut, and again he switched off the vibrator again. He played this cycle time and again, for over an hour he teased her to the edge of a climax then denied her the climax she craved.
I was leaking precum by the bucketful, and she was groaning loudly, desperate for the climax she so needed begging him to let her cum all to no avail.
Instead the Master released her and taking her lead yet again led her down to the kitchen telling me to follow on.
He put on the kitchen light, in the centre of the kitchen stood a table, which he led her to and made her lean forward across the table top, placing her hands on the further edge.
He motioned me to a chair in front of and facing her.
Saying, for her “not to move her hands regardless of her desires to protect her-self or she would be secured and double the sentence” he then trailed the lead over the table edge between her two hands.
Her face was a mix of determination, fear and expectation as he fetched a flexible cane, making sure she could see it, before moving behind her and resting the cane across her backside.
Her finger white now as she gripped the edge, my cock now so stiff it hurt and I almost wished I was in my chastity cage to aid control of the thing.
Her face as she waited the first stroke was the most erotic thing I can ever remember; as the cane was gently worked across the buttocks I had so carefully powdered for this moment earlier, I wanted so much to fuck her at that moment.
Whap, her face contorted as the stroke found its target, whap, a second and then a third.
Her face now showing the pain as each stroke fell, I counted ten quite quickly before tears began to fall and her fingers were totally white gripping the table edge with a fierce determination not to move as she had been told and threatening to leave fingerprints embedded in the hard surface. Watching her face while being caned was mixed feelings I wanted to stop her pain but at same time enjoying that she enjoyed it and not a little turned on by the whole scenario.
Relentlessly the caning went on measured slow and regular from 10 to 20 on the 20th stoke it instantly finished, he telling his victim to remain still, and telling me I could now fuck my own wife.
I was round at the back of the still sobbing Dawn and sliding my tool into her like a dose of salts, her buttocks red and marked, her pussy red hot and very wet, I began to stroke but in only a handful of thrusts I was splashing the interior of her womb, having for the last few hours been kept in an advance state of erotic excitement ever-since she had been shaved.
To masters joy my excitement did nothing for her need to climax, so he told her first to stand, then to turn and suck me back to first another errection which she achieved in short order and then to bring him to a climax which, though the atmosphere was loaded with sexual tension took a little longer.
However cum he did and filled her cheeks like a hamster with food, by then the master had told her to “not swallow but snowball it back to Andy and he can swallow it.”
This we duly did, and swallowing another man`s cum was a new experience for me, it being the master made it even more difficult but I did as bid before we returned upstairs again.
I was sent to the bed in the spare room, and told to leave my door open so I could hear all that went on but not see.
Dawn was soon having the most almighty climax; she had been waiting long enough and this was the ultimate release.
The master hammered away for a considerable period of time, apparently he can come time and again as did Dawn his perfect foil, the sounds of sexual activity continuing till the small hors when they first became muted then quietened to be replaced by the gentle snore`s, broken on occasions with bouts of love making.
I doubt if I slept a wink all night my imagination running riot as I lay listening to my wife in the throes with the master.
I was fetched by the master quite early, his finger to his lip as he motioned me to join him down in the kitchen.
Together it being her birthday morn, we laid the table and cooked Dawn a fine breakfast.
She appeared rubbing sleep from her eyes and still as naked as the day she was born with her lead in hand
To her delight here was her birthday breakfast, which she shared with the master, my good self being consigned to the corner with a bowl of muesli.
The meal over and the washing up finished, he took her lead once again and led her back up the stairs to the bathroom, I was sat on the toilet to face the shower, as under the cascading waters of the shower they fucked, stood, her back to the wall, as he emptied his last load deep into her ravaged body.
After which I dried my wife`s body, taking special care of her tender rumps, lastly I assisted her to dress , dressed myself as master sent for a taxi, which soon arrived fortunately with a different driver this time.
My last duty was removing and returning the lead to the master. Our birthday bash was over.
Saturday 8th February 2015
________________________________________
The Birthday bash told from Andy the cuck hubbys point of view:
My own birthday had been just a few days before my wife Dawn`s Today was hers and we had decided to celebrate with a meal however, her master had decided that we were to celebrate in a perhaps to some unconventional way.
For those who don’t know us I should explain that my wife has a kink, fetish joy call it what you will, about being used.
This was controlled well till I wanted as a treat to watch my wife with another man, most husbands have that fantasy, well she decided she would do it and I have to tell you that the old adage be careful what you wish for is so accurate it still takes my breath away.
We chose a chap from those on offer who had shown an interest, and he turned out to be a bondage and S&M master
That got my wife hooked on the lifestyle.
Anyway for the last few years now he has rung her on her mobile about Thursday each week and usually she is with him overnight on the following Saturday night, leaving me with my tackle in a chastity cage, while she`s away.
I know she loves me dearly, and as a token she wears my collar which she allows me to lock round her lovely neck before she leaves as a mark of my ownership and love.
I have come to enjoy the cuck lifestyle though I have no idea why, (but do any of us know why we get turned on by certain things and not others) and am in a really excited state by the time she returns, when she either allows me to clean her up then she allows me sex, or at her whim she may not.
She has a scribe an older chap called Ed on the web a chap she has never met, she trusts him and passes him the notes of her night of lust and pain, he weaves it into a cohesive story then puts it out on hamster, sending her a copy which she shows me and usually that`s the first time I get to know what`s gone on.
I find the story a real turn on as does Dawn.
Once a year on our birthdays we have a night that`s a bit different as I am included and this is the story of that happening this year.
Saturday the 8th Feb 2015 at about half three Dawn arrived home after visiting her mum and dad, it had been a long week at work and she was tired, I ran her a hot bath, and delivered her a coffee and her tablet as she soaked away the cares of the world and read a story or two on x hamster her favourite website to get her in the mood, this started to get her in the mood as we both knew it was the birthday weekend and we would be off to the masters house after a meal.
He had called her as usual on Thursday and told her what to wear etc as was usual.
She rose from her bath having soaked enough; she stood as I dried her in a large fluffy towel, running my hands over her curves and dusting her with talc, she stood enjoying that, though I knew she was saving herself for her master and that I would not be allowed to go further.
She lay on the bed for me and I shaved her to her satisfaction, knowing that I was smoothing her for another man to enjoy. Again I dusted her lovely sweet smelling pussy and she turned over for me to dust her backside as well, me gently caressing the cheeks that we both knew would be marked and bruised before she next lay on our bed again.
She shuddered at the thought her pussy dampening as she slid her panties up over her legs. Black lacy and enhancing the panties made her looks oh so erotic
Next it was her low cut bra; she leant forward as I held the matching black lacy cups to her 32d bust, with her nipples just erect, as she slid her arms into the straps, me slipping my arms round her to clip the hooks together.
By this time my prick was stiff, and usually I would have been in my chastity device, but today was the birthday bash, with no such restrictions. Putting her hold up stockings on her feet and sliding the things up her shapely legs smoothing the few wrinkles, as she stood for me, smiling at my erect discomfort.
I helped her into her blouse, a slippery sheer silk one in white
And so sheer, that the bra was showing through sexily.
This was followed by her pencil thin knee length leather skirt, and of course the high heels.
By now just the looks of the woman were enough to have me near creaming my suit trousers.
She said she was nervous so I poured her a brandy to steady her, and then fitted her collar locking it on as a symbol of her love for me and her subservience to the master.
It stood out proudly black and studded on her neck distinct for the entire world to see the small brass padlock proclaiming she was a sex slave.
The taxi arrived sharp at five and we set out, her coat open at the front so the driver could get a good look at my wife`s complete ensemble.
We were soon at the appointed restaurant, a swish place all silver service and waiters. We arrived before the master, and were shown to a table by the maitre d who was expecting us and took Dawns coat.
Naturally I sat opposite my wife, her mode of dress and her collar causing a ripple of discrete comments between the staff
The master swept in and made me move over so I was sat next to him, a gentle but firm reminder that I was now stepping aside for him to take over as the alpha male.
We ordered drinks and then the meal, like any other diners, the waiter a dark haired immaculate young man hardly able to take his eyes from Dawns cleavage or collar during his presence at our table.
The starters arrived, I noted delivered by our waiter and a second waiter obviously alerted by the first and wanting a closer look at my spectacular lady , I felt particularly proud of her as I realised she was my wife even if I did share bits of her with master, scribe and the men on hamster each week.
The starters over master sent Dawn to the toilets to remove her panties and return them to him placing them folded in front of him on the table, she stood and walked off to the toilet without as much as a glance at me or a comment to the master, she was totally his servant now.
The waiters all following her progress as she went.
She returned just before the main was served, she placed the folded black lacy item on the table between the master and her places prominent and black against the white cloth and the silver cutlery.
The lace was not missed by the waiters, now three, who delivered the fabulous main course,
Master unbeknown to me had his foot on her lap gently rocking on her sex and arousing her throughout the meal
I could see by her face that something was happening but not see and that started my mind racing and I was also worried what would happen if anything was said about the panties on the table
The maitre D did in fact come over, asking that the meal was ok, and having a craft look at Dawns collar and tits, and he couldn’t have failed to notice the panties but his granite features showed nothing as is normal in his calling.
The sweet trolley, then cheese and finally coffee came and went all with the most waiter care I have ever experienced, the master paying the bill with a flourish, the maitre D produced her coat, and we were soon awaiting our taxi, feeling full and satisfied,.
Master then explained he had left her folded panties as a tip!
He then addressed me and explained that I was to sit up with the driver and not to turn and watch whatever was happening in the rear seat, did I understand. I said I did
The taxis, swept up and we got into it.
The master gave the driver, unusually an Englishman, his address and as we set off, it was hard not to turn and see what was happening with the master and my wife behind me, but the taxi driver had his eyes in the mirror as much as on the road, I later found out that he had opened her blouse and made her unship her breasts so she could let the driver see what she had, at the same time the master had his hand up her skirt making her moan gently as he played with her clit.
We were soon at the master’s place, where I was told to “pay the driver which I did, getting out and watching Dawn walk up to the driver at the masters command, and her breasts still out, give him a big kiss letting him feast his eyes on her breasts as she did so.
The master unlocked the door and we trooped into the hallway.
Once inside she was told to remove her blouse skirt and bra then to attach the dog leash chain to her collar where it was to remain till she left the next day as a symbol of her servitude.
I again at his command fitted ankle and wrist straps before he led her upstairs with me following her shapely arse, as we went up.
I had still a stiffee since we set out, in fact since the shave, seemingly hours ago
I was then instructed to secure dawn to the bed, which after she had laid down and spread her arms I did, clipping her wristlets to the cords permanently attached to the bed legs, she lay back and spread her legs then for me to do the same to her ankles.
She looked a picture laid there unable to move, and as vulnerable as a woman can be her smooth gash wet in anticipation of whatever the master would do to her.
The master then said I was to “strip off and sit and watch but if I so much as touched my cock then I would not get to fuck Dawn for a week and as it was for my birthday as well that would be a shame.
I was undressed in a trice and sat down to one side as he began to use a vibrator on Dawns clit, raising her to that heightened state that comes just before a climax.
Her eyes shut tight and her breathing deepened when he shut off the vibrator. Her eyes opened and she looked crestfallen to say the least, he sat down and waited for her to regain her usual regular breathing then did the whole process again, again she raised her breathing even arching her back, eyes tight shut, and again he switched off the vibrator again. He played this cycle time and again, for over an hour he teased her to the edge of a climax then denied her the climax she craved.
I was leaking precum by the bucketful, and she was groaning loudly, desperate for the climax she so needed begging him to let her cum all to no avail.
Instead the Master released her and taking her lead yet again led her down to the kitchen telling me to follow on.
He put on the kitchen light, in the centre of the kitchen stood a table, which he led her to and made her lean forward across the table top, placing her hands on the further edge.
He motioned me to a chair in front of and facing her.
Saying, for her “not to move her hands regardless of her desires to protect her-self or she would be secured and double the sentence” he then trailed the lead over the table edge between her two hands.
Her face was a mix of determination, fear and expectation as he fetched a flexible cane, making sure she could see it, before moving behind her and resting the cane across her backside.
Her finger white now as she gripped the edge, my cock now so stiff it hurt and I almost wished I was in my chastity cage to aid control of the thing.
Her face as she waited the first stroke was the most erotic thing I can ever remember; as the cane was gently worked across the buttocks I had so carefully powdered for this moment earlier, I wanted so much to fuck her at that moment.
Whap, her face contorted as the stroke found its target, whap, a second and then a third.
Her face now showing the pain as each stroke fell, I counted ten quite quickly before tears began to fall and her fingers were totally white gripping the table edge with a fierce determination not to move as she had been told and threatening to leave fingerprints embedded in the hard surface. Watching her face while being caned was mixed feelings I wanted to stop her pain but at same time enjoying that she enjoyed it and not a little turned on by the whole scenario.
Relentlessly the caning went on measured slow and regular from 10 to 20 on the 20th stoke it instantly finished, he telling his victim to remain still, and telling me I could now fuck my own wife.
I was round at the back of the still sobbing Dawn and sliding my tool into her like a dose of salts, her buttocks red and marked, her pussy red hot and very wet, I began to stroke but in only a handful of thrusts I was splashing the interior of her womb, having for the last few hours been kept in an advance state of erotic excitement ever-since she had been shaved.
To masters joy my excitement did nothing for her need to climax, so he told her first to stand, then to turn and suck me back to first another errection which she achieved in short order and then to bring him to a climax which, though the atmosphere was loaded with sexual tension took a little longer.
However cum he did and filled her cheeks like a hamster with food, by then the master had told her to “not swallow but snowball it back to Andy and he can swallow it.”
This we duly did, and swallowing another man`s cum was a new experience for me, it being the master made it even more difficult but I did as bid before we returned upstairs again.
I was sent to the bed in the spare room, and told to leave my door open so I could hear all that went on but not see.
Dawn was soon having the most almighty climax; she had been waiting long enough and this was the ultimate release.
The master hammered away for a considerable period of time, apparently he can come time and again as did Dawn his perfect foil, the sounds of sexual activity continuing till the small hors when they first became muted then quietened to be replaced by the gentle snore`s, broken on occasions with bouts of love making.
I doubt if I slept a wink all night my imagination running riot as I lay listening to my wife in the throes with the master.
I was fetched by the master quite early, his finger to his lip as he motioned me to join him down in the kitchen.
Together it being her birthday morn, we laid the table and cooked Dawn a fine breakfast.
She appeared rubbing sleep from her eyes and still as naked as the day she was born with her lead in hand
To her delight here was her birthday breakfast, which she shared with the master, my good self being consigned to the corner with a bowl of muesli.
The meal over and the washing up finished, he took her lead once again and led her back up the stairs to the bathroom, I was sat on the toilet to face the shower, as under the cascading waters of the shower they fucked, stood, her back to the wall, as he emptied his last load deep into her ravaged body.
After which I dried my wife`s body, taking special care of her tender rumps, lastly I assisted her to dress , dressed myself as master sent for a taxi, which soon arrived fortunately with a different driver this time.
My last duty was removing and returning the lead to the master. Our birthday bash was over.
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