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Josh is cuckolded by his boss and coworker.

Chapter 1

Emma had just started in our office. She was the assistant for an executive, sharing his office, filing his paper, and doing other odds and ends. My office was next to his large corner office, so I was able to see Emma often as she walked past carrying a file or an envelope to be mailed off.

Fresh out of high school, Emma was getting some experience in the real world before deciding what she wanted to do and going to school. She always wore outfits that showed off her tight young body. Always professional, but she could show just enough thigh to make any man hard. Her high-pitched voice carried a soft southern drawl, and she could make anyone smile, even the older women who were jealous of her young body and its effects.

She liked making her boss smile the most. Emma was working for Marcus, and thanks to our office's open door policy, I could hear them laughing and giggling most of the day. I was able to catch enough of their hushed conversations to know exactly what Marcus was trying to do. Marcus was a tall, handsome black man in his early forties. His trimmed beard was just starting to go grey, and I had heard other women in the office talking about the things they would do to him if he was theirs for a night.

I had told a friend about Emma coming to the office, and he continuously pestered me for pictures of the hot new blonde with thick ass and perfect tits. Finally, I gave in and snuck a few pictures of her as she was walking around the hall. The blurry pictures didn't satisfy him, so I had to get bolder.

I knew what Marcus was trying to get out of his new assistant, so I waited a few extra minutes for him to come into the break room. As casually as I could, I asked if he would be able to take a few pictures of Emma, since his desk faced hers, making for some potentially revealing shots when she wore a skirt. All I got in return was a dirty look and Marcus went back to his office.

He must have tipped Emma off, because the next time I tried to sneak a picture of her, she turned her head and caught me red-handed. I flushed and lowered my head, knowing I was busted.

I knew what was going to happen. I heard Marcus call for me from his office. Meekly I walked up and stood in the doorway.

'Come in, Josh, I need to talk to you.'

I took a few hesitant steps and tried to look as brave as I could. Emma eyes were boring into me, surely thinking I was a pervert. I was.

'Emma says you've been taking pictures of her, and from what you asked in the break room the other day, I believe her.'

All I could do was nod.

'Why?'

I decided to tell the honest truth. I figured I was fired anyway.

'My friend and I have been imagining what it would be like for her to cuckold us,' I choked out.

Marcus had a confused look on his face, and Emma burst out laughing.

'Hold on, sir. I'll send you a link.'

His face was blank as he read what Emma had sent until he looked up and asked, 'Is this what you and your wife are into, Josh?'

'No, sir. Only me. My wife won't tolerate the idea, she says it's cheating.'

Marcus sat back and stroked his dark beard. He looked back and forth between me and Emma before finally speaking up.

'Em, if I double your salary, will you help me cuckold this pervert?'

Emma blushed and lowered her gaze, shaking her head. Marcus go up and walked over to her desk, moving his mouth up to her ear. I couldn't make out what he said, but Emma's blush deepened and she nodded.

Standing up Marcus walked over to me. It was my turn to blush. Marcus stood a few inches taller than me and was in much better shape. He stood in front of me and said, 'We will cuckold you, creep. But if you take anymore pictures without permission, you will be fired immediately. Do you understand?'

My dick twitched in my slacks as I nodded. Could this really be happening? Apparently so, as Marcus lowered the shades and closed his door. Both Emma and I flinched a little as we heard the lock click.

Marcus walked over to Emma and holding her hands, he helped her stand up from her desk. Still holding her hand, he walked her over in front of me. I could tell by her eyes she was embarrassed, but I could also see a glint of something else, something mischievous.

The sound of a zipper brought me back to reality. Marcus was removing the thin brown dress Emma had worn to work that day. As it puddled around her high heels, Emma pushed her chest out. Her lacy black bra and thong were beautiful on her tan skin. Her breasts filled the bra with the threat of overflowing and spilling out.

She smiled as Marcus took her hand again and twirled her in front of me. My hard dick was leaking precum, and I knew I had the beginnings of a wet spot on my slacks. The sight of her ass didn't help. Her cheeks were perfectly round, and I desperately wished to see where the strip of material disappeared to between them.

As she completed her turn, I could see Emma was more comfortable. Without being told, she looked at me and moved her hands behind her back. Her pretended modesty when she let her bra fall away was adorable. She cupped her heavy breasts for a few seconds before letting us see her topless. Marcus whistled and my jaw dropped. I had thought tits like this only existed in porn. They had no sag, and her pink nipples were hard, begging to be licked. Her left breast was pierced, two little red hearts on the barbell.

She knew she had us. Marcus and I could only stare as she walked over to his desk, bending slowly over it. Emma stared at Marcus this time. She hooked her thumbs in her thong and slowly pulled it down. To get it over her ass, she had to wiggle a bit, making the wet spot in my slacks more noticeable. Her pussy was tight, her lips barely opening as she leaned over the desk. From where I stood I could see the glistening of her arousal. Emma stood and turned around to us, shaking her blonde hair over her shoulder.

'So, what do y'all think?'

Marcus stepped up to her, and curled his arm around her naked waist. As I watched, he grabbed her ass while they kissed passionately. Emma moved her hands up to the side of his face, pulling him to her. I think they forgot I was there.

Emma's hand started roaming Marcus' body, pulling open the buttons of his shirt and undoing his belt. He stepped back to remove his shirt and tie while she finished with his pants. In seconds, Marcus had joined Emma in being completely naked in his office, save for his boxer shorts.

The tent in his shorts stuck straight out from Marcus' body. Emma dropped to her knees and sat on her thighs in from of him, the wiggling of her body making it hard for me not to cum. She pulled his boxers down his legs, Marcus's large black cock slapping her cheek when it sprung free. Emma gasped, grabbing it and starting to open her mouth.

Marcus held her head, stopping her. Emma looked disappointed as she let go of the ten inches of black cock she'd been holding. She started to stand, but Marcus held her down and shook his head.

'Get your phone out, Josh. I will let you take one picture.'

I fumbled for my phone and hit the button as soon as the screen focused. The picture showed Emma on her knees in front of Marcus, his hard cock resting on her cheek. Emma's face was desperate, her mouth open, trying to lick it. It is still one of the best pictures I've ever seen.

Once Marcus heard the click, he stepped back and started gathering up his clothes. Emma looked disappointed.

'I told you, Em, we aren't doing anything today besides this. Take the rest of the day off and decide whether or not you want to go through with this.'

She nodded and stood. Marcus helped her with her dress and Emma left the office stuffing her panties and bra in her purse.

'You too, Josh. I'll call you in when we make a decision. Go home and take care of that,' he said pointing to the stain on my slacks.

'Yes, sir.'



Chapter 2

The cuckolding starts.

The next morning was terrifying. I came to work wearing dark slacks, just in case. I didn't see Marcus or Emma all morning.

Until Emma came into my office.

She was wearing a dark jacket with a lacy top underneath. She had a short skirt that matched the jacket, just barely long enough to be considered 'professional.' It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, as I could see her hard nipples through the thin material of her top. She caught me looking and gave me an icy stare as she buttoned her jacket. She sat down in the leather chair across from my desk, crossing her legs.

'I told Marcus we can cuckold you,' she purred in her soft southern accent, 'but if you tell anyone, Marcus will fire you immediately.'

I could only nod. She smiled when I did and uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide. No panties. She didn't glare at me as I stared this time, obviously enjoying the effect she had on me. Her pussy was completely bare, her thick lips making a thin fine line, begging to be spread open. She sat like this for a few minutes, letting me get my fill of the sight. My stare turned her on. As I watched, I could see her clit swell and poke its way free from her lips, just barely visible.

A colleague walking by my door pulled me out of my trance. He glanced in and did a double take, as Emma didn't move a muscle to close her legs. Once he was gone, she closed them and stood, walking around my desk to stand with her now covered pussy inches from my face.

'Marcus wants you in his office for lunch,' she ordered.

'Yes, ma'am.'

She gave a curt nod and left my office with a little extra shake. As soon as she was gone I practically ran to the bathroom and into a stall. My slacks were on the floor and I was jerking my five-inch cock for all it was worth. In seconds, I was spraying cum over the toilet.

I caught my breath and wiped the drool from the head of my cock. Buttoning up my slacks, I opened the stall to go back to my office. Marcus was standing at the sink.

'If you ever do that again in this building,' he growled, 'you're fired. You wanted us to cuckold you, so we will decide when you cum. It's a good thing Emma picked this up yesterday.'

He held up a twisted metal object, letting me see it for a few seconds before tossing it at me.

'Put it on.'

I stared at the cage in my hand.

'What will I tell my wife?' I asked, knowing Leah would have a few questions if she saw me wearing a metal cage around my dick.

'I don't care,' Marcus said before leaving the bathroom.

I weighed the risks in my head. If I wore the cage, I was looking at divorce if my wife saw me naked. If I didn't wear it, I would be fired. Without a job, Leah might divorce me anyways, I thought. I slid my soft cock into the cold metal, goosebumps running up my arms as I picked up the small lock Marcus had left on the sink.

When I got back to my desk, Emma was in my office.

'Are you ready for lunch?'

'I guess,' I said as she stood and led the way to Marcus' office. When we were inside, Emma locked the door and walked around in front of me. As she unbuttoned my shirt, I heard Marcus' gruff voice.

'You are not to bring any food into this office from this point on. If you get hungry, call Emma and she will make sure you are fed.'

By this point, Emma had finished with my shirt, and was now working on my slacks. She smiled as her hand brushed the metal cage now locked around my dick. My slacks and boxers were yanked to my ankles, both of them chuckling at my naked body, save for the cage around my cock.

Emma put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. My mouth watered as I imagined what her pussy would taste like. She laughed as I licked my lips, reading my mind.

'You will never touch my pussy before Marcus does, cuckold,', she drawled. I loved how the word 'cuckold' sounded in her southern accent.

I watched as she walked over to Marcus' desk and disappeared behind it. Imagining what he felt, both Marcus and I moaned as Emma began sucking him. From my knees in front of his desk, all I could see was Emma's blonde hair bobbing up and down while Marcus had his head thrown back, enjoying the blowjob from his eighteen-year-old assistant.

My cock strained in its new cage as he covered the back of her blonde head with his dark hand, forcing Emma down onto him. Knowing how big he was after yesterday, I wasn't surprised when Emma gagged. Pulling off him, I saw her look up at Marcus, smiling at her boss before filling her mouth with as much of his ten-inch cock as she could.

The blowjob continued for what seemed like forever. Marcus had outstanding will-power, lasting as long as he could before shooting his load into Emma's mouth. Both of his hands grabbed at her blonde hair, holding her face onto his cock as he shot his seed into her mouth with a grunt.

Emma stood, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk. How much did Marcus cum, I thought. I soon got that answer as she walked over and kissed me. Her cheeks closed and she shot Marcus' cum into my mouth, soon followed by her tongue. I struggled to swallow his bitter, salty cum before I choked. I could only imagine what would happen if I choked. Marcus laughed as we kissed, and I could even feel Emma smiling as she slid the last glob of Marcus' sticky cum inside my mouth.

'Get the fuck out of my office and get back to work!' Marcus yelled.

I flinched, blushing as I scrambled to put my shirt on and button my slacks. I ran out of his office to the sound of them laughing, getting some strange looks from my coworkers as I ran around my desk to sit down.

I did as much work as I could with Marcus' cum in my belly before I couldn't take it anymore.

'Sir, I'm hungry,' I said meekly when he answered his phone.

'Be in my office in five minutes.'

I didn't get an answer when I knocked softly on his door, so I slowly opened it. As I pushed it open, I took in the sight of Emma on her knees in front of Marcus in the middle of his office. Her jacket and blouse were thrown on her desk and her skirt was bunched around her waist.

'Shut the damn door, cuckold!' Marcus ordered, his long, thick cock sticking out the zipper of his suit pants.

I hurried to shut the door and walked into the office. It seemed like they didn't notice I was there as I walked around the sex show in the middle of the floor. Emma had her right hand buried in her pussy, making squelching sounds as her fingers alternated between rubbing her clit and sliding inside herself. I was standing behind her, watching her perfect ass when she came on her fingers, her flesh shaking as the orgasm ripped through her young body.

She moaned, her mouth full of her boss' black cock as her fingers continued to work her pussy. I laid down on my back and slid as far underneath Emma as I dared. Her fingers were glistening, the white cream of her cum being teased around her smooth pussy lips. Even her inner thighs were wet.

Marcus noticed my position and laughed. 'You like that pussy, don't you, cuckold? Get the fuck up here and get ready to eat.'

I stood, removing my clothes so I was naked again in my boss' office, my stomach rumbling. Emma looked over at me and moaned again on Marcus' cock, her fingers working her pussy even faster. She nearly screamed as she came, causing Marcus to yank her hair, pulling her head off his cock.

He sprayed Emma's chest with his cum. Thick globs landed on her chest, around her collar bone, and all over her perfect tits. I saw him aim and his last spurt shot out of his thick black cock, landing on the piercing Emma had in her left tit. I could barely make out the small red hearts through his sticky cum.

'Eat, cuckold,' Emma purred.

My head dove to her neck, kissing and licking Marcus' cum off her body. I licked my way to her collarbone and down her right breast. Marcus was catching his breath as I slurped up his seed. Emma moaned as the cum slid down my throat. Her fingers were still working on her pussy as I found her nipple. Once I cleaned her right breast, my mouth found her left, nibbling and sucking her piercing.

Emma threw her head back as she came.

'Ooohhhhh, FUCK!'

Once I cleaned every drop of cum off Emma's chest, I leaned back and looked at Marcus.

'Thank you, sir.'

He just sneered at me. 'Get the fuck out of my office, cuck.'

I stood and pulled my clothes back on for the second time that day, Emma's heavy breaths the only sound in the office. As I left, I heard Marcus say, 'Don't eat breakfast tomorrow, Josh, I have a special meal planned for you.'

I grinned at the thought. 'Yes, sir.'

The rest of the day was a blur until Emma walked by my office to leave. She poked her head in and winked. 'I'll see you in the morning, cuckold.'



Chapter 3

Leah finds out...

Leah, my wife, met me at the door when I got home. She was wearing the same lingerie she wore on our wedding night. Her red hair was done in long flowing curls, perfectly framing the beautiful face I looked at while I said my vows. Her shoulders and collarbone were bare. She wore a white corset that pushed up her ample breasts. Carrying a few more pounds now than our wedding night, I could see the edges of her pink nipples as her breasts threatened to spill out.

My cock tried to grow in its cage as my gaze traced down the lacy fabric of the corset to Leah's tiny white thong. The fabric was sheer with lacy edging, showing me that my wife had trimmed her red curls into a heart and shaved the rest completely off. I could see the gap between her thighs that always weakened my knees as my eyes traced my wife's beautiful body to her feet.

Once on the floor, I couldn't raise my eyes to meet Leah's lustful stare. I was in trouble. She sensed my discomfort.

'Don't you like this?' she asked. I could hear the hurt in her voice.

'I do. I love it even more than I did three years ago,' I answered, 'It's just...' My voice trailed off. I couldn't bring myself to tell my wife what my boss and his assistant were doing to me at work.

Leah dragged me into the house, closing the door and falling to her knees.

'I know what will help,' she teased, unbuckling my belt and yanking down my slacks and boxers. She came face to face with my cage and her teasing look turned to shock. Her shock turned to anger as she saw my guilty face.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!' She yelled. Leah stood, her breasts working free from the corset, her hard nipples visible.

'Marcus...' I just couldn't bring myself to tell her.

'Your BOSS did this to you?! Why?!'

'He and his assistant, Ashley, they...'

'They what?! They locked your dick up?! Why would you let someone do this?!' Leah was nearly in tears. I tried to reach for her, but she shook away from my arms, her breasts falling further from the corset and making me twitch again in my cage. I had to tell her.

'Remember how we talked about me watching you with another man, letting him take you while I watched?' Her silent nod let me continue, 'Well, Marcus and Ashley found out what I wanted you to do and decided to do it themselves. They are making me their cuckold at work.'

Leah's anger softened slightly at the mention of 'cuckold.' I had shown her websites when I was trying to convince her to do it, and she knew the humiliation and the chastity that came with it.

'So you're not fucking this girl?'

'Obviously not,' I replied, trying to smile as I looked down at my caged cock.

'You're ok with this?' She was still unsure about the whole situation.

'I am. I won't be fired, as long as I do what I'm told, and I think Ashley is getting a raise for doing it.'

Leah sat me down on the couch, still wearing my shirt and my cage in plain sight, and made me explain the whole situation. I told her everything.

'You really want this?' She asked again.

'I do. I've never felt more aroused, and you dressed like that doesn't help,' I said, trying to bring her sexy outfit back into the discussion. She smiled and looked down, finally noticing that she was falling out of her corset. I moaned as she tucked her breasts back in, hiding her nipples.

'I got a strange package today from your office's address, but I thought it was meant for you, so I didn't open it,' Leah said, as the wheels turned in her head. Standing to go get it, I stared at the string of her thong as it disappeared between her pale ass cheeks.

Coming back to the living room, she opened the padded envelope and dumped its contents onto the coffee table. A DVD fell out first, followed by a heavy 'thump' as a long black dildo hit the wooden tabletop. Leah gasped. I groaned, knowing instantly what was on the DVD.

Without a word, Leah put the DVD in and pressed play on the remote. My boss, Marcus, showed up on the screen and repeated everything I had just told Leah about the past few days at work. As he finished, he reached up and moved the camera towards his lap. Leah's eyes widened as she watched Ashley trying to fit Marcus' cock into her mouth and down her throat.

Leah's telltale flush returned to her chest, giving away her arousal at watching the young blonde try to swallow nearly a foot of black cock. I watched my wife's eyes go from the screen to the dildo on the table. We both flinched as Marcus began talking on the screen again.

'The toy is molded from me. It's a perfect replica of this,' his fingers tangled into Ashley's hair and forced her head onto him, making her gag. When he let her go, she looked into the camera and smiled, her makeup streaking from her eyes and drool dripping down her chin. As Ashley returned to sucking Marcus, I saw Leah look to me for approval.

I nodded, and I knew my wife was hooked when she lifted Marcus' rubber cock off of our coffee table. She moved it around in her hands, taking it all in to the sounds of Ashley's sucking on the TV. Leah slid down on the couch and spread her legs. I watched as my wife pulled her thong to the side and rubbed the head against her lips.

We both moaned as it hit her clit. Within a few seconds of rubbing, her juices soaked the head of her new toy. She tried to push it inside her, but gasped at the pain of it stretching her open. I watched my wife's eyes go back to the TV and knew what she was thinking.

I wasn't surprised when she brought the toy to her mouth, trying to mimic what the young blonde was doing on the screen. I had longed for years to see my wife sucking a black cock, and this was as close as I'd ever seen. I glanced at the screen and back to my wife as both girls tried to fit the thick hard rod into their mouths as best they could. When Ashley slobbered on it, so did Leah. When Ashley tried to take it all and gagged, so did Leah. The only difference was the color of the hair trying to bob up and down on the black cocks.

Another difference showed itself as Marcus started moaning. On the screen, he grabbed Ashley's hair and yanked her head back. My boss grunted as he painted his assistant's face with his cum, plastering her eyes shut. When I looked back to Leah, her fingers were furiously working her wet pussy, trying to get an orgasm of her own. As Marcus shot his last ropes of cum on Ashley's face, Leah tried inserting the black toy inside her again.

She got the head to literally pop inside her tight folds, but as soon as she did, her orgasm hit, making her pale body shake and twitch. In the throes, she tried to force more inside her, but it was just too thick. She came again immediately after trying, her juices spilling out of her pussy, running in rivulets down the thick veins of the rubber cock.

The screen went black and the only sounds were Leah trying to catch her breath and her pussy squelching as she rubbed the head of the toy around her thick pussy lips.

As if noticing me for the first time, Leah looked me up and down. Her gaze caught on my cock as it dripped precum onto the cushion of the couch.

'I need fucked,' Leah moaned lustily, 'Where's the key?'

My wife moaned as I shook my head.

Determined, Leah returned her attention to the toy. After rubbing her cum around the shaft, she screamed as the head again popped inside her. She was able to take a couple inches this time before her orgasm hit. My wife came so hard on the toy she did something I had never seen before. As she doubled over and screamed, her cum literally shot from her pussy, spraying the coffee table and empty DVD case.

Exhausted, my pale redheaded wife fell back into the couch, the thick black toy staying inside her for a few seconds, jiggling as aftershocks of her orgasm ripped through her before falling out with an audible 'pop'.

I stood, my caged cock trailing a string of precum that was attached to the cushion as I moved towards my wife. I kissed her heaving chest and reaching up, pulled her heavy breasts from the white corset. Whimpering as I licked her nipples, Leah pulled my head tighter to her. I kissed my way up her neck to her ear, whispering my love before deeply kissing my wife.

We made out like we were in high school, my hands roaming her soft body before finally resting on her pussy.

'He has you, too, doesn't he?' I asked, already knowing the answer.

Leah nodded, looking guilty.

'I have to have it, I'm sorry,' she whispered. Remembering the cuckold background, she added, 'And you want me to have it, don't you? You want your boss to fuck my little pussy with his. Big. Black. Cock.'

That was the first time I had ever cum without physical stimulation. As I was caged, my cum did not shoot from my cock like Marcus' had, but streamed out, thick and sticky.

Another first, Leah reached down, and after getting as much of it on her fingers as she could, she put them to my mouth. Repeating this, my wife fed me my cum. As I licked the last of it from my lips, the hand she fed me with fell to her pussy.

Leah rubbed her clit to a quick, final orgasm before collapsing to the couch, almost instantly asleep.

I laid a blanket over my wife, letting her nap while I cooked dinner. All I had eaten that day was a bowl of cereal and cum.

Leah woke as I finished and we discussed our new relationship as we ate, my wife still wearing her bridal lingerie and me wearing my new cage.



Chapter 4

The wedding.

I followed Marcus' orders the next day, forgoing breakfast and not bothering to pack a lunch. As I walked in, I got some strange looks from my co-workers, but I just blushed and kept walking. The note on my desk told me to come to Marcus' office as soon as I came in.

As I opened the door, Ashley's moans and whispers were loud. With a glare from Marcus, I instantly shut the door.

My boss sat in his big chair behind his desk. His hands were on the hips of the beautiful blonde in his lap steadily moving up and down. Ashley's eyes were closed, savoring every inch of thick black cock Marcus was providing her teenage pussy. She didn't even notice I had come in the room.

Marcus just smiled knowingly, as if he knew last night's activities with my wife. Lifting his hand, he beckoned me closer with a dark finger before moving his hand to Ashley's bouncing breasts and tweaking her nipple. His assistant moaned, having a small orgasm, while Marcus' grin grew.

I sat in front of his desk, taking in the scene with all of my senses. The room was filled with the scent of Ashley. As she bounced, I could see her frothy cum at the base of Marcus' dark shaft, starting to drop down his heavy balls. Her whispering and whimpers filled my ears, constantly begging Marcus to fuck her deeper, harder. Ashley's tight young body barely shook as she bounced, her firm tits barely jiggling. Only the sheen of sweat on her body told how long she'd been riding her boss.

I sat in my place as Marcus had enough of that position.

'The cuckold needs his breakfast,' he his new assistant. Ashley's green eyes snapped open, staring at me until Marcus flipped her on her back. Her ass was on the leather desktop as she raised and spread her legs, begging him to enter her again. He beckoned me behind his desk.

'Get a lick before I fuck this slut.'

Ashley glared at him as I knelt in front of her. I took a few seconds to admire how much Marcus had stretched her, Ashley's pussy gaping open, begging to be filled, before I buried my face in it. I drank as much of the blonde's nectar as I could before my head was pulled from between her legs.

'Get around the desk and hold her legs open.'

I obeyed, and from my vantage point, I watched Marcus line up with Ashley's sopping hole and heard her moan next to my ear as he slid in. I turned my head and was met with a sloppy kiss. As I made out with Ashley, Marcus pounded her. It soon became too much, and she turned her head as she screamed for him fuck her harder.

Marcus obliged, pounding away even harder before holding her hips and going as deep as he could. Ashley screamed as she came with him. I held her legs up as Ashley had Marcus' cum dumped inside her.

After he stopped twitching, a flick of his head told me my position. I was on my knees with my mouth open when Marcus pulled his black cock out of Ashley's tanned, shaven pussy. It gaped open, globs of his seed rushing out. I latched on, sucking his cum from her open hole. Ashley had another orgasm as my nose rubbed her clit, much smaller than the one she had with Marcus.

Licking the last drops from her, I sat back on my ankles, letting Ashley stand and return to her desk. She was putting her outfit back on when Marcus noticed the cum on his desk.

'Cuck, clean this,' He ordered.

Ashley and Marcus laughed as I slurped the cum off his desk.

'Get out.'

I left to the sights and sounds of Ashley, fully dressed in her skirt and heels, on her knees cleaning her boss' cock.

Leah came to the office for lunch that day. I passed her coming out of Marcus' office as I was entering, my confused look making her smile. My wife kissed me before walking away down the hall.

As I walked in, Ashley walked up to meet me. Again fully naked, she stopped a few feet in front of me. Her whole body was tan, her blonde hair lighter than the amber of her skin. As I admired her body, she spit Marcus' cum on my face.

I was shocked. I started to wipe it away, but Marcus' deep voice stopped me in my tracks.

'Don't touch it. You are going to wear my cum the rest of the day. You don't get lunch.'

I blushed and and nodded, turning to leave.

'Oh, and your wife watched Ashley suck me. This was her idea. I'll see you for dinner tonight, cuck.'

Leah? Leah had the idea to spit cum on my face and make me wear it around my co-workers? This was going to be an interesting dinner, I thought, my stomach growling.

When I got home, I was shocked to find a plate of food on the table

'I didn't think you'd be able to wait for dinner to eat,' Leah purred. After the events of the day, I shouldn't have been surprised, but my jaw dropped as I turned and faced my wife. She was wearing her wedding dress. Smiling the same angelic smile she had on our wedding day, she looked even better as she twirled in front of me.

'I take it you like my outfit,' she laughed, 'I thought it was fitting for tonight, as you will be giving me away to the new man in my life. You will greet Marcus at the door and lead him into the back yard for the ceremony.'

Ceremony? What had my wife turned into? It had only been a few days and she was willing to go this deep? I scarfed my dinner, and when I went to the bedroom to shower, I saw my outfit laid out on the bed. The crotch of the white tuxedo had been altered, leaving a hemmed hole that would perfectly frame my caged, useless penis. I went to the shower to wash the cum off my face and prepare for the evening.

When I got out, I put the tux on, confirming my suspicions about the hole. My cage glinted in the evening sunlight coming through the window of the bedroom I shared with Leah. Could I still call her my wife after tonight?

I heard noises downstairs, and as I came down the steps I found our friends and neighbors gathering in the house. This was public?! I blushed furiously, shamed, as the wives sniggered at my cage, the husbands wide-eyed, wondering if they were next. Hearing my name called, I went to the guest room, where Leah was putting the finishing touches on her outfit.

'Help me with my garter, honey?'

Leah handed me the white lace garter. As I took it from her, I noticed writing stitched into the lace. A black queen of spades with the words 'BLACK COCK SLUT' were written in large letters. Leah smiled as I read the words.

'After tonight, that's what I'll be, honey,' Leah cooed, 'Is this what you want?'

'More than anything,' I told my wife, fully confirming my perverted fantasy of becoming my wife's cuckold.

Leah lifted her leg and pushed me to my knees. I slid the garter over her outstretched foot and up her smooth leg. As I slid the lace upwards, Leah raised her wedding dress, showing me her bare wet pussy. I pulled my eyes from my wife's sex to arrange the garter so the writing was facing forward.

I tried to push my face onto Leah's pussy to give it a lick, but she grabbed my hair and pulled me back.

'Not yet. You can't have me again until Marcus takes my virginity. You know that's what it will be, right honey? I'm going to be a virgin all over again when that big black cock pushes its way into me.'

Leah was still holding my head near her pussy, and as she talked, her other hand began rubbing herself in anticipation. She stopped, pushing my head back.

'Go outside and wait, it's almost time,' my wife ordered.

I did as I was told. The guests had been seated in the back yard, nearly twenty of them in fold out chairs. I blushed again, wondering what they all thought about this. Marcus stood at the makeshift altar, another tall black man beside him to do the officiating.

'Are you ready to walk me down the aisle, honey?'

Leah looked absolutely beautiful. She still wore my wedding rings, and they shined in the sunlight. I nodded, and she took my arm, pulling me out the door.

As we started out, wedding music began playing and the guests stood. The male guests stared at my wife, unable to take their eyes off her chest framed by her red curls. I had the women's attention, and they stared and giggled at my caged cock. I blushed yet again, both loving and hating the attention.

We made it to the altar, and the black man motioned for me to stand behind my wife.

'I'm sure you all have been to a normal wedding,' He announced, 'but this is not a normal wedding. This is a cuckold wedding, where a wife's legitimate husband admits his inadequacies by giving his wife to a man who can truly please her. Marcus, do you have the anklet?'

My boss nodded, handing a small silver bracelet to his friend. He turned to me.

'Kneel, cuckold, and place this on your wife's ankle.'

While I did, he turned to address our guests again, 'The cuckold is signifying his wife's ownership with an anklet. The anklet has a queen of spades charm, signifying that she will be a slut for black cock from this day forward. Is this what you want, Leah?'

'It is,' my wife answered.

'Also on the anklet is a circle with an arrow, the male fertility symbol, for Marcus accepting this wife as his slut. Do you want this slut, Marcus?'

'I do,' my boss answered.

'I now pronounce you man and slut. Slut, you may suck your new husband.'

The crowd gasped as Leah sank to the ground in her white dress and immediately started fumbling with Marcus' zipper. The gasps turned to moans in the crowd as Leah fished the large black cock out of his pants with her small pale hand. I stood, useless, while my wife's tongue slid out of her mouth to lick the head of her new cock.

Husbands shifted their bulges in the crowd, their wives staring in awe at the size of Marcus.

'Cuckold, push the slut's head to show your commitment to her new marriage.'

My hands found Leah's red curls and I pushed. Her lips parted obscenely as they stretched around the girth of the black cock. I kept pushing. Marcus stood stoically as I forced Leah's head onto him. When I heard her gag, I pulled her head back, letting her catch her breath before pushing her on to him again. The only sound was the wet sucks and gags of her mouth as I used her face to fuck her new husband's dark cock.

After a few minutes, Marcus grunted. I held Leah's face down onto him as he pumped his cum down her throat. When he was finished, Marcus stepped back, pushing his softening cock back into his pants before zipping up. Leah stood, smiling as she addressed the stunned faces of our friends.

'There's food and drinks inside, and everyone is welcome to stay and watch the consummation of my new marriage.'

I wished my cock was free. I needed to jack off badly. My balls were aching, begging to be emptied. Leah must have known I was in need, as she turned to me while our guests went inside.

'Marcus, give me the key. I'm going to go upstairs to relieve my cuckold.'

Marcus chuckled and fished the small key out of his pocket. Handing it to her, he said, 'Remember the rules. I own you now, slut.'

My wife smiled and nodded as she led me through the house, pulling me by my caged cock. When we got to our bedroom she gushed.

'Oh my god, that was so hot! Did you like that, baby? Did you like making me suck your boss's, big, black, hard, swollen cock? I can see by you twitching you did. Here, let's take care of you.'

With a turn of the key and a click, my cock was freed. Immediately, it stood erect, not knowing of the black one downstairs that would put it to shame. Leah giggled at it.

'It looks so small after seeing Marcus' huge one,' Leah taunted, 'Climb up on the bed, and stay on your hands and knees. Marcus has rules about how you can cum now that I'm his.'

She opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, squirting some on her hands. She smeared some on my upturned ass, and I knew what was going to happen. Slowly, Leah slid a finger into my ass, her other hand tugging my cock downward. I tried to relax as her finger invaded my bowels, the discomfort fading quickly.

I came almost instantly. Her finger wiggled inside me, her other slick hand jacking me off. I shot my load onto the bedspread, moaning as I released my cum. Her job over, Leah washed her hands. I started to wipe up the large amount of cum on our bed, but Leah's voice stopped me.

'Leave it, honey. Marcus wants our marriage bed to be crusted with cum after the honeymoon. He's going to make you sleep in it, you know.'

'Babe, you can't keep me in the dark anymore,' I tried sounding assertive, but it was difficult after having a finger in my ass, 'I need to know what's going on.'

Leah gave me a long look as she dried her hands. Nonchalantly, she checked her hair and makeup in the mirror, shaking the red curls before coming back into the room.

'Fine. You want to know what's going on? I belong to Marcus now. You always talked about this fantasy, and I went along with it to make you happy. Once I saw his cock, though, I was more than curious. I had to have the real thing, not just the toy. I went to his office the next day and tried to seduce him. I failed. He saw my need and made me watch Ashley suck him. I was so jealous of that little bitch, I told him I would never sleep with you again if he would fuck me.

It was my idea for her to spit his cum on your face. I thought complete humiliation in front of your co-workers would be enough to shake you out of this, and we could go back to normal. When you accepted your humiliation, I had no idea what to do. Marcus called me and suggested this wedding. I figured you would like it, and our friends being here just rubs it in. I plan on being a true slut for your boss, honey. That's what you wanted, right?'

I could only nod, knowing it was true.