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Lori squeezed my arm and snuggled against my shoulder saying, “I love you, baby, and I got really turned-on thinking about how everything Eric and I did was affecting you.”

I put my hand on her thigh and playfully pushed up her skirt, “Well, I have to admit, when Eric put your foot in his lap and played with your chain as you gave me that evil smile. I mean, damn, honey, my cock was bucking and throbbing as I watched his hand slip under your skirt, and when your body arched at the feel of his fingers sliding into your pussy I almost came in my cage,” I said as I slipped a finger into her soaking wet cunt with my cock painfully throbbing again!

“I’m glad you liked it because I really want to see Eric again, and I don’t mean on 'girls night out!”

I ran my finger up between her lips and circled her clit teasingly chiding, “I thought you said Eric wasn’t that good of a kisser.”

Lori gave a shuddering moan then caught her breath replying, “I said he wasn’t as good as you, Hubby. But he has a huge cock, and I can’t wait to make you watch him fuck me!” I was so turned on by her bluntness, I pulled to the shoulder and came to a screeching halt as we started kissing like sex-crazed teenagers while I wildly finger-fucked my wife. We stopped kissing to catch a breath as she writhed on my pounding fingers breathlessly asking, “I take it that’s a yes, Hubby?” already knowing the answer!

“Yes, Dear.”  

Wednesday, April 20, 2016. It had been unusually warm and sunny Monday, but today it was cold and rainy when I got home from work, and I couldn’t wait to hug and kiss my wife. I came through the door to find Lori in the kitchen cutting up veggies for dinner as I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and snuseling her neck.

“Hi, baby, how was your day?” she asked as she turned her head and gave me a kiss with a little heat in it!

“It was okay, honey, but I’m glad to be home, I missed you all day,” I replied.

“Too bad it’s raining, baby, you could have gotten in another bike ride today.”

I went to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge saying, “That’s okay, honey, I had a long ride Monday, and my legs are still a little sore. I’ll be happy to just kick back and relax tonight.”

Lori giggled, mumbling something as I stuck my head into the fridge. It sounded like, “Don’t get too relaxed.”

“What was that honey,” I asked as I closed the door.

“Oh, nothing baby,” she replied with a sly smile, “get into something comfy and relax, you will need your energy later. I have some good ideas for our Wednesday porn night.” I liked the sound of that, we could hardly keep our hands off each other since her date with Eric.

I went to change wondering how her plans to see Eric again were going. I know she is a very meticulous planner, but Eric would be leaving soon, and I’m sure she has been talking with Mistress Katrina about Eric and his big cock!

I threw on some loose gym shorts and an old sweatshirt, then wandered back to the living room and kicked back in my recliner. I grabbed my tablet and tapped on the ‘Lush stories’ page to pick up where I left off on that fun story I’ve been reading. It’s a long one, but I just can’t stop reading it whenever I get the chance and the author just put out another chapter.

The next thing I knew, Lori was shaking my arm and saying, “Dinner's almost ready, baby. Put your tablet up and come eat.” I must have dozed off, and My tablet was laying in my lap.

Lori was sitting there trying to be nonchalant as I made my way to the gourmet counter for dinner, but I couldn't shake the feeling she had a secret she was dying to spring on me as I took my seat. We ate dinner casually smiling whenever we made eye contact, but there was definitely some tension in the air. Finally, Lori decided to break the ice, “So, is the story you’re reading a good one?” she asked with her sly smile!

“Yes, honey... or should I say, Dear!”

She tried to look offended but quickly slipped into her devilish grin, facetiously asking, “Is it that obvious, Hubby?”

“Yeah well, I know how turned on you get planning our play time, and I'm sure you've been getting pretty wound up talking with Mistress Katrina about your next date with Eric,” I replied a little sarcastically.

“Yes, I’ve been talking with Mistress Katrina, and I even talked to Eric about what he would be comfortable with on our next date,” she said, her expression now very serious.

“Well, I know Eric will be leaving soon, and it's 'girls night out' this weekend, so I guess you two will have to go out Friday night, Dear,” I replied knowing she can’t really play with Eric at the club.

She shrugged, “We haven’t hashed out a day just yet, but we aren’t going out. Eric will be stopping by to pay your 'Hot Wife' a visit,” she said finishing with an uppity air in her voice.

“Oh... he will huh! And I’m sure it will be while I’m at work,” I said playfully frowning, knowing she promised that I would be there whenever she was with Eric.

She decided to play along replying, “Well actually, Eric said he was going to kidnap me and keep me locked up in some swanky Honeymoon suite with a hot tub, feeding me chocolate covered strawberries and champagne while he fucks my brains out all weekend,” really working her evil grin.

“Fine, then I’ll just spend all weekend in front of the computer jerking off to the nastiest cuckold videos I can find, Dear!” She burst out laughing, knowing how rarely I jerk off, mostly because she keeps my precious bodily fluids thoroughly drained.

Then Lori shifted gears saying, “Okay, that was fun but I need to know some things before I set this up,” still smiling but serious.

“Yeah, I guess we should talk things through first,” I agreed asking, “what do you need to know?”

“Well, I need to find out if you just want to watch or participate so I can tell Eric what to expect,” she replied with that sly edge in her smile again.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Dear. If It turns you on, you know it will turn me on.”

“Okay, so would you clean Eric off after he fucks me... If I tell you too?” she asked with a raised eyebrow tip of her head.

“If you order me to do it, yes!" I replied, "You know I don't like men that way, but the thought of you ordering me to do something nasty like that, really turns me on... See!” I said as I turned to show her the bulge in my shorts.

“So... what you’re saying is, that if I get really turned on and decide to grab the back of your head, and shove Eric’s big cock down your throat, you would be okay with that, Hubby?” Sandra asked with her evil grin in full bloom.

“Yes, Dear.”

Lori broke into giggly laughter and took my hand saying, “Oh, baby, I love you so much! I was just kidding. Eric said he doesn't mind if you watch from a distance, but he’s not into guys either and said no touching.” Then Sandra spoke up, “But that’s good to know for future reference, hubby, and don’t worry, I know what you want. I will definitely talk dirty to you and make you eat my creampie!”

“Yes, Dear, you know how badly I want that,” I replied, feeling the heat in my cheeks as I said it, sure I was blushing bright red!

She squeezed my hand. “I know, Hubby, but Eric said he definitely wants to leave before we do any of that! Now I need to clean up from dinner and pick out what I'm going to wear for porn night, so go ahead and read your filthy stories,” she said with a big loving smile.

I kicked back and started reading while Lori cleaned up in the kitchen. When she finished up, I peered over my tablet as she walked by without giving me a second look and went into the den. She always puts a clean 'fuck sheet' on the bed for our porn night festivities, but it was a good fifteen minutes later when I noticed her come out of the den and head into our room, then a few minutes later heard the shower running.

I was engrossed in reading a particularly hot passage when Lori cleared her throat, and I looked up from my tablet to see her rose lace negligee as she stood there in a dominant power stance with a catty look of lust on her face. I set my tablet down thinking, this is going to be an 'epic’ Wednesday porn night as I reached out and cupped her tits with a gentle squeeze. She let out a low groaning moan but held her stance as the feel of her warm breasts and lace in my hands sent a tingly shiver down my spine right to my quickly hardening cock!

I began slowly running my hands down her perfectly toned abs, lightly brushing my thumb's over her pantieless little blond tuft and teasingly tracing them into the creases of her thighs, never quite touching her pussy lips, as I ran my fingers tips down the silky straps of her rose lace garter belt. I continued, slowly running my hands down her rose lace stockings until I came to my favorite stilettos, and I started lovingly tracing my fingers over the four thin buckled straps while admiring her beautiful right ankle chain.

Then the doorbell rang, and a shot of panic passed through me as I looked up to see Sandra staring down at me with her evil grin saying, “Yes, Eric really likes them too, Hubby! Now be a good host and go greet our guest.” Holy shit! She had caught me completely off-guard, and my head was spinning as I climbed out of my chair and headed for the front door with Sandra right behind me.

I opened the door and managed a cheerful smile as I shook his extended hand saying, "Welcome," and noting his nervous grin as he stepped through the door into my castle. But tonight, I knew I would the Jester, and he would be the Knight in shining armor taking liberties with the Queen while the King was away.

Eric's nervous grin spread ear to ear as Sandra stepped from behind me saying, “Hubby, don’t be rude, offer our guest a drink.”

"What would you like to drink," I asked.

“A beer would be good,” Eric said.

"And I’ll have a peach wine cooler," Sandra added.

I stood there still a little off kilter, and Sandra smacked my ass hard scolding, “Go get our drinks, Hubby," as she turned to Eric adding, "while I make our guest feel more at home,” with her smoldering sexy voice.

I started walking sideways toward the kitchen and watched Eric lean in as my wife arched up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. They began passionately kissing as Sandra wrapped her leg around his, and started grinding against his thigh as he grabbed her bare ass, assisting her gyrations. I was almost to the fridge and just about out of view when Eric moved one hand from her ass to her tits and started aggressively groping them through the rose lace of her negligee.

I was grabbing their drinks out of the fridge as I heard Sandra giggle and say, “Let's get comfy on the couch, and then I’ll make you feel really at home.” She was leading Eric into the living room, and he was playfully groping her ass as I returned with their drinks and followed them to the couch. Eric casually flopped on the couch, and I couldn’t help but notice the huge tent in his loose nylon gym shorts as Sandra took the drinks from me firmly ordering, “Go sit in your chair, Hubby, I’ll be right there.”

My chair sits kitty-corner to the couch, about eight feet away, and I took my front row seat as she handed Eric his beer and they both took a big drink. Then she hooked the heel of her stiletto her on the end of the coffee table and shoved, giggling as she watched it slid at least four feet across our hardwood floor on the felt foot pads. “There, I didn’t want anything to get in our way," she said to Eric. Then Sandra turned to me saying, "Or block your view, Hubby,” as she strutted toward me with a mischievous smile.

She stepped to the side of my chair as she leaned in close to my ear, whispering loud enough for Eric to hear, “Hubby, I know this is a big shock. But you’re a cuckold now, and you're going to have to get used to the idea of never knowing when a 'real man' will stop by to fuck your Hot Wife!” She had said it with a very convincing 'cold-hearted bitch' tone, but then she leaned in closer, softly kissing my ear and actually whispering, “Baby... if this is too much, and you’re not ready, just tell me. I will have Eric leave. I told him that might happen, and he understood.”

Then she turned my head and lovingly kissed me, slow soft and wet, sending tingles down my spine right to my quickly hardening cock as it dawned on me, I wasn't wearing my cage! My wife broke our kiss and looked deep into my eyes searching for her answer. “I’m good, honey,” I replied, “but what about my cage?” I asked feeling oddly naked without it.

Lori smiled softly, saying, “It’s okay, baby, you’re going to have penis envy bad enough without being in your cage. I really want you to enjoy this, and you can play with your little pee-pee, Eric won’t mind. Now, remember this is playtime, and if anything bothers you just say the words, okay?”

I nodded, and playtime began in earnest as Sandra stood and put her hands on her hips with a look of disgust, sternly berating me. “I told Eric you would behave. Now don’t embarrass me in front of our guest. Eric said he doesn't care if you play with your little pee-pee while you watch us fuck, but don’t you dare cum, Hubby!”

Then Sandra turned to face Eric as she untied her rose lace negligee and let it fall to the floor taunting, “So, you’ve wanted to bury your face in my tits from the moment you saw them, huh?” Eric’s eyes went wide with an intense look of wanting as my wife strutted towards him teasingly scolding, “Why... you naughty boy, I’m old enough to be your mother!” She stopped about two feet in front of Eric and took a wide stance as she put her hands on her hips saying, “I think ‘somebody’ has mommy issues!” with a condescending sexy voice.

Eric had been waiting a long time for this moment, and I think the view was better than he had imagined, judging by the wide-eyed slack look on his face as he leaned forward and cupped her tits, gently rolling her nipples with his thumbs, and mumbling, “If my mommy looked like you, I certainly would have!”

My wife stepped in close, straddling his knees as she grabbed two hands full of his wavy hair and buried his face between her tits. Eric happily nuzzled her big beautiful tits and worked her nipples between his fingers as she looked over her shoulder at me with an eyes half-closed look of lust on her face. Then he pulled his face from between her tits and started greedily suckling her nipples as her eyes fluttered closed and her whimpering moans began. I hadn't touched my cock yet, but it had been twitching since her opening salvo, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep from cumming when things really got going! 

She pushed Eric back, climbed onto the couch and straddled his lap on her knees as he hungrily brought her tits back to his mouth. Sandra looked over her shoulder with an evil grin as she reached between her legs and grabbed the huge tent in his shorts saying, “Oh, Hubby, it’s so big!”

Eric slipped his hand between her legs and started rubbing her wet pussy lips as she stroked his big cock through his shorts. Then he slipped a finger into her cunt and my wife began moaning as he playfully probed saying, “I’m hungry, mommy!” She did say he liked to talk dirty and get really nasty!

Sandra stood and put her left foot over his shoulder, hooking her stiletto on the back of the couch as she brought her spread cunt to his face. Eric hungrily lapped up her sweet juices and firmly gripped her ass as he began working her clit with some obvious expertise. My wife was moaning loudly as she grabbed his hair and began grinding her cunt against probing tongue, crying out, “Oh, yes, eat mommy's cunt you 'nasty' boy!”

I was so engrossed in the hottest 'Cougar/mommy' role-play ever, that I wasn't sure when I had slipped my hand into my shorts and wrapped it around my rock hard cock while I watched Sandra step off the couch just as she was about to cum on his face. I wasn't surprised that my wife didn't want to cum yet as she looked over her shoulder with an evil grin and took a wide stance in front of Eric. Then bent over, wiggling her beautiful ass at me as she pulled down his shorts and his thick, at least, nine-inch cock sprang out.

Sandra grabbed the base of his thick cock with both hands and slowly pulled up his shaft, bringing up a huge load of pre-cum as she licked and sucked it off the head of his cock. My cock was dancing in my still hand when she looked up at Eric, and he pulled her into a tongue-tangling sloppy pre-cum kiss as she stroked his big cock with both hands.

Sandra broke their kiss stating, “Now... mommy doesn’t want a frantic little boy fuck. So I want you to throat-fuck mommy until you cum, baby. Then you can fuck mommy's tight little pussy really hard for a long time, like a real man!” I wasn’t sure I liked her calling him 'baby,' but I knew it was just part of the show as she dove on his cock, taking almost half on her first lunge. Eric grinned at me as he grabbed her hair and began forcefully bobbing her head on his big cock. Lori was gagging but didn't try to stop him, and after several hard thrusts, Eric roughly yanked her head back and smiled at my wife.

Sandra was gasping and sputtering drool as she caught her breath, choking out, “That’s right you nasty little boy, fuck mommy’s throat!” Then Eric shoved her head down hard grinning at me again as he buried his cock deep in her throat. My wife was fighting her gag reflex and flailing as he forced her balls deep, and started bobbing her head the length of his shaft, allowing her a quick breath every two or three strokes. A ring of foamy drool formed around the base of his cock and ran down his balls as he relentlessly fucked her throat. Lori was getting so hot that her cunt was drooling and dripping onto our hardwood floor, forming a puddle between her fuck-me heels.

Eric was making the telltale moans of impending orgasm as Sandra grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard until he got the hint, and let go of her head. She started sucking and teasing the head of his cock while she stroked his huge shaft, and it wasn't long before he began dumping his load into my wife's mouth, grunting and shaking as she widely stroked his cock. Then she took one last bottom-up stroke as she sucked the last drop into her mouth and gave the tip of his cock a little kiss.

I knew what Sandra was going to do as she turned to me with traces of cum in the corners of her mouth, strutting up to me with an evil grin as she reached into my shorts, and gripped the base of my very sensitive on-edge cock. Then she snatched my hair and yanked my head back, her evil grin betrayed by the love in her eyes as she bent down and tightly sealed her lips to mine. I parted her lips with my tongue, and she tightly gripped my cock to keep me from cumming while our tongues tangled and played in Eric's thick creamy cum as it drained into my mouth.

Then she stood and looked down at me with a lusty smile as she grabbed my hand and brought it to her dripping wet cunt cruelly chiding, “Slide your fingers in. I want you to feel how tight it is. one last time... Hubby!” I slid two fingers into her hot soaking wet cunt and felt her shudder as her eyes fluttered, but then a very serious evil look crossed her face as Sandra stared down at me growling, “Now, this is your last chance to decide, Hubby. Do you want Eric to fuck me?” I nodded as I fingered her cunt, then she grabbed my wrist and held my hand still as she stared deep into my eyes asking, “Are you sure, Hubby?”

“Yes, Dear.”

My wife pulled my hand from her pussy with a loving smile, then spun on her stilettos and strutted back to Eric saying, “Now, mommy has made you a real man, and I expect you to fuck me like a real man! Not like my wimpy husband who would rather just sit there with his little dick in his hand watching while a real man fucks his wife!”

Sandra took a wide stance in front of Eric as he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh saying, “Oh... I’m going to fuck you alright! But not just yet,” as he plunged three fingers deep into her cunt, angling hard against her G-spot and rapidly finger fucking her hard. She threw her head back making machine gun like little squeaks as Eric relentlessly pounded her cunt until she began to squirt on his hand. Then he yanked his fingers out, grabbed her by the hips and tossed onto the couch like a rag-doll. My wife was giggling with delight at Eric's manly display as he grabbed the back of her knees, lifting her legs high and wide and dove on her dripping wet cunt.

Eric hungrily lapped up her flowing juices as he worked his tongue deep in her canale then began aggressively sucking and licking her clit. Sandra pulled her knees back against her tits, and he pierced his tongue deep into her ass. She let out a giggly squeal and grabbed his hair as she began grinding against his tongue, playfully chiding, "Oh…! You nasty boy! Oh, yes, that's it, fuck mommy's ass with your tongue!" Eric kept deeply probing, and her giggly squeals quickly turned into whimpering moans of pleasure as Lori looked over at me with that eyes half closed deep look of lust on her face and silently mouthed, "I love you!"

Eric pulled his tongue out of her ass and sat back on his knees as Sandra turned back to see him slowly stroking his big cock while he playfully ran his fingers over her pussy lips and teased around the opening of her canal. Then he suddenly shoved three fingers deep into her cunt and began wildly finger fucking her as he pulled up hard against her G-spot. She gripped the cushions as her body arched and writhed with the overwhelming sensation of his rapidly-pounding hand, and making those same machine gun style little squeaky squeals as Eric relentlessly pounded her cunt.

My wife started squirting and was about to cum when Eric suddenly yanked his fingers out, leaving her shaking on the razor's edge and grinned at her as he slowly stroked his big cock. Sandra's evil grin bloomed as she came back from the edge, taunting him with a lusty mocking dare, “Are you going to fuck me like a real man, or a little boy?”

Eric gave my wife an evil grin of his own as moved closer and teased the opening of her hot cunt with his big cock saying, “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you like a real man alright!" Then he turned to me grinning, "And when I’m done wrecking your wife's tight little married pussy, she won’t be able to feel your little dick, and she won’t want it anyway!”

She gasped loudly as Eric pushed the head of his big cock into her cunt, and her eyes rolled back in her head with a long shuddering moan as he slowly pushed in deeper. She let out a high-pitched whimper when he grabbed the back of her knees and slammed his last few inches home, then held his huge cock buried in her cunt as he leaned over my wife and looked deep into her eyes.

Lori gazed into his eyes as she curled her fingers into his hair, demandingly growling, “FUCK ME!”

Eric put his left foot on the floor for a better angle and began a steady rhythm of slowly pulling out and slamming his big cock home as my wife pulled him into a passionate frantic kiss. She was moaning into his mouth with a high-pitched whimper each time Eric slammed home when I looked down to see my limp cock in my hand as a wave of nausea overtook me and bile quickly rose in my throat. I tried to get up and make it to the half-bath, off the dining room, before I threw up. But my head was spinning, and my legs felt like lead as I staggered and caught myself against the wall.

Eric picked up the pace, and my wife started screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me harder!” between wailing moans as I staggered along the wall trying to get to the bathroom. The waves of nausea began to pass only to be replaced by sharp twisting pains deep in my stomach as I made it to the bathroom and braced myself against the doorway, listening to Eric’s relentless pounding and my wife’s passionate moaning whimpers.

I staggered into the bathroom and grabbed the vanity to hold myself up as I shook and convulsed with each stabbing pain. Lori’s whimpering moans started getting that familiar catch, and I realized the stabbing pains were coming with each high-pitch chirp my wife made as Eric slammed his big cock deep into her cunt. It was like a hot knife twisting deep in my guts with each thrust and slap of their thighs as my wife’s moans became almost silent. Lori was about to cum on Eric’s huge cock, and his grunts deepened as he slowed and slammed harder, sending each twisting pain deeper.

I was doubled over the vanity from the burning twisting pain in my guts when I heard my wife's primal screaming moans as she started cumming on his big cock while Eric filled her married cunt, grunting and growling as he shoved and twisted the knife in deeper with his final vicious thrusts! My knees started to buckle with the sharp stabbing pains and I gripped the vanity to hold myself up as the stabbing pains subsided, only to be replaced by a burning pool of blood in my guts!

I was shaking from the burning pain when I heard Sandra holler with a giggly tone in her voice, “Oh, Hubby, did you have a little accident? Did your little pee-pee go off when I came on Eric’s big cock?” she asked as they started playfully laughing. I locked my elbows as my knees tried to buckle again, and then out of nowhere Houseboy chimed in, ‘Come on, quit being a little bitch! You’ve been wanting this for years, now go get your creampie before it all runs out of her stretched sloppy cunt!’

I raised my head and looked in the mirror to see Houseboy staring back at me as my wife called out again asking, “Hubby, where are you?” with a hint of concern in her voice.

“I’m outta here. I don't need to see this part!" Eric said obviously ready to go, "But I do hope we can do this again soon, and I won't be leaving until the weekend after next, so I’ll see you at the club. Oh yeah, and don’t wear panties!” he playfully chided.

“I wouldn’t think of it, Lover!" Lori replied.

I stared at Houseboy in the mirror, and a wave of anger passed through me as the burning pool of blood in my guts went cold and turned to stone.

I heard my wife say, “Goodbye, lover boy!” Then I heard the front door shut as Lori called out asking, “Baby, where are you. Are you okay?” She paused for an answer, but I just stared at that stupid son of a bitch in the mirror feeling no more pain as I shook with rage, knowing she wouldn’t think to look for me in here as I heard her call out again, “Clint, where are you? Talk to me!” with true concern in her voice.

Then the rage overcame me, and I fitfully spat, “You stupid mother fucker!” in low growling fury as I stared at Houseboy in the mirror.

I heard my wife quickly coming in my direction with fear in her voice asking, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you in here?” She stepped into the bathroom to see my angry twisted face as I stared into the mirror fitfully muttering profanities at Houseboy.

Lori threw her arms around my waist, frantically pleading, “NO...! Oh God no please, Clint, talk to me! Why didn’t you say something? Please talk to me, baby!” She was panic-stricken and scared, not understanding that my anger wasn’t directed at her or Eric.

I stared in the mirror wanting to kill Houseboy with every fiber of my being as I managed to calmly tell my wife, “It’s okay, honey, I’m not mad at you or Eric. You didn’t do anything wrong!”

Then Houseboy spoke up again, ‘Hey, don’t look at me. You wanted it! You better take a good look in the mirror, before you blame me!’

I started at Houseboy with a burning rage welling in me as my wife fell to her knees and buried her face in my side wailing, “Please, forgive me... PLEASE! OH, GOD! Why didn’t you say the words? Why didn’t you say, TINKER-BELL? Why, baby, why?” Lori collapsed to the floor, tightly gripping my legs and balling as I punched Houseboy in the face with every ounce of rage in my body. The mirror shattered and blood sprayed from my hand, and I don’t remember much after that, except the terrified screams of my loving wife!  

I love her so much, but now I know, it was just a dream!

Fall 2016. Give me a sec...Okay... Well, that’s the first time I’ve actually told anyone what happened that night. My middle and ring fingers are still numb, but the doctor said I was lucky I didn’t completely sever the tendons. Yeah, I’m a lucky guy all right! I actually do feel better, and I really miss my wife. Maybe I’ll be able to talk to her next time she comes to see me. We’ll see, one thing I know for sure! If it’s the last thing I ever do, I’M GONNA KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!

 THE END. 

Alternate ending. 

Author note. Lori has been trying to hold things together since 'that night.' Her husband is broken and hasn't been able to face her for almost six months, her daughter won't speak to her, and her friends have all turned their backs on her. Feeling worthless and lost Lori finally goes off the rails in her own special way! 

If you have enjoyed the story and feel invested in the loving couple that took things too far, and are hoping for redemption or a 'Happy ending,' please DO NOT READ THIS! It will irreconcilably change and damage that image. However, If you lean towards the dark side, and don't feel the need for reconciliation, enjoy!

Lori's breakdown!

...Lori collapsed to the floor, tightly gripping my legs and balling as I punched Houseboy in the face with every ounce of rage in my body. The mirror shattered and blood sprayed from my hand, and I don’t remember much after that, except the terrified screams of my loving wife!

I love her so much, but now I know, it was just a dream!

Fall 2016. Well, that’s the first time I’ve actually told anyone what happened that night. Hell, I haven't even been able to talk about 'that night' with the staff psychologists, and I'm not sure I ever will. You see, just a few minutes ago, as the early morning twilight was invading the darkness of my room, I glanced over at the letter my wife left for me when she made her weekly visit a few days ago. It's been lying, unopened beside my bed on the little nightstand that's bolted to the wall for my safety!

I hadn't read it yet, because they've all been pretty much the same since she started leaving them for me, more than five months ago. Lori always starts her letters by telling me she misses me and hopes I will come home soon. Then she tells me how the kids are doing, even-though Jane won't speak to her, and she tries to dance around it, but I get the impression that our friends have pretty much disowned us.  

Then, about two months ago, Lori wrote to me saying the bills were piling up and she had started working at her father's hardware store again, trying to make ends meet. She tries to be stoic by telling me not to worry and just concentrate on getting better, and she always ends her letters by telling me she loves me more than anything in the world! Then she begs me to forgive her, and forgive myself.

I was feeling better about things after finally getting what happened 'that night' off my chest, and I was thinking, I might be able to see my wife next time she comes to visit so I decided it would be nice to read her letter because I always picture her beautiful face and hear her soft sweet voice when I read them. I opened the letter and noticed right off that it was written in her big beautiful scrawling cursive. I guess that should have been my first clue that something had changed because In all her previous letters her writing had been reserved, and sometimes almost illegibly jagged with tear smears on the pages.

This letter started out the same as usual, but by the end, well let's just say, there were no tear smears on this letter, and I have a lot of thinking to do before her next visit. I'm not sure how to put into words what Lori said, and for now, I still have a lot of time on my hands, so I may as well just read it to you.

"I really miss you, baby, and I hope you come home soon. I'm a little worried about Robbie, he just started a service call at some automotive factory in Czechia near Prague. He assured me he’s fine and everyone there is treating him well and says he will be home by Thanksgiving. Robbie sends his love and hopes you will be home for Thanksgiving because he can’t imagine spending it without you, and neither can I, baby!

Jane still won't talk to me, but at least she replies to my emails by sending her love to you, and she hopes you will be home for Thanksgiving too, but if not, Jane says she won't be coming home.

I was surprised when Kristen and Rick came into the hardware store last week. They were cordial, but I could tell they really only came in to grab a few things that weren't worth driving to the big box store for.

I do have good news! I will be able to keep up with the bills until you come home and go back to work. You know my Mom and Dad have been very understanding, and even offered to help out beyond what Dad’s paying me to work at the hardware store, but you know I don’t like taking their charity, and now I won't have to.

I was really hoping you would see me last time I came to visit because I wanted to tell you the 'good news' in person, but if your reading this that means you still can't face me, and I understand. I don’t want you to feel like I’m keeping anything from you, baby, so I will just have to tell you the good news in this letter, and hope you will see me next week!

I took in a roommate two weeks ago, and he’s paying me 750 dollars a month for room and board. Yes, I said he, but don’t worry, baby, it’s just Eric. This is his final semester, and when gets his degree he will be moving back to the farm. He said he already has a job lined up with a large animal, mobile veterinary service.

Eric told me that when he got back in town, a little over two weeks ago, it brought everything back and he was feeling guilty, so he called to see how we were doing. I hadn't talked with Eric since he called the day after to see if you had enjoyed your 'creampie.' He had no idea what had happened, and I was such a blubbering mess all Eric could do was say how sorry he was. But when Eric called me this time, it was so nice to hear a friendly voice, we just started talking like old friends, you know, like we used to at the club before all this started.

We started talking about everything, and we got to talking about how tough things have been for me since you've been away. Eric mentioned that his grant would cover up to 750 dollars a month for room and board. Well, one thing led to another, and we agreed it would really help me out and he wouldn’t mind the extra driving.

The next day Eric came by, and we started hashing out the details of his room and board. I asked which room he would like, Robby's or Jane's, but then I thought about it and suggested that he might be more comfortable sleeping in Jane’s room, down the hall, because Robbie’s bed is against the same wall as our bed and I do get a little noisy with my toys! Eric said he was sorry that 'you' weren't ready that night! Then he pointed out that it had been more than five months, and he knows I'm a woman with needs! Let's just say, Eric and I thoroughly hammered out all the details of his room and board while we checked out each room so he could decide which one he would be most comfortable in. Eventually, Eric decided he would be most comfortable in the master bedroom!

Eric is such a sweetie! It was a beautiful sunny day last Saturday, and I was looking out at the bright fall leaves as I was doing the breakfast dishes naked while Eric stood behind me snuseling my neck and playing with my tits as he poked at the small of my back with his perpetual hard-on. I told him how much I really missed going for our long drives on the back roads in Tinker-bell this summer, baby. Eric went out to the pole barn and got Tinker-bell ready to go, then he took me for a nice long color tour on the back roads that afternoon.

Eric really had a lot of fun running Tinker-bell through the gears, and I had a lot of fun running his big shifter through the gears. But It was a little too cold for one of my spaghetti strap dresses, so Eric had to reach under my sweater to play with my nipples, and don't worry baby, we didn't get any cum on Tinker-bell's seats. Eric came deep in my throat, and I sucked every last drop out of his huge cock before I took it out of my mouth! We had a wonderful drive, and I couldn't help but notice how bright the red, yellow and orange maple leaves are this year!

It turns out Eric is a really good mechanic, just like you, baby, and when we got home from our color tour he winterized Tinker-bell for you. Then we washed and waxed her and lovingly covering her up for the winter. It’s nice to have a real man around the house again, and we were having such a fun day, Eric decided to take me out dancing that night. He told me to thank you for saving my little black and silver club dress, and he had me wear it to the club with my beautiful ankle chain and your favorite stilettos, but Eric said I was a real Hot Wife now, so no bra or panties!

We had a great time dancing all night with a bunch of his horn-dog buddies, and don’t worry baby, Eric told them he was the only one allowed to fuck me, but he didn’t mind if they played with my tits and fingered my cunt! Of course, they kept pulling my zipper down, so I finally just left it down to my belly button for them. God, I have never been so horny with all those hands working me over as we danced, and at some point, while we were all dancing in the middle of everybody, his buddies crowded around me as one of them went down and ‘ate me out’ until I came right there on the dance floor. It was amazing!

Is your little pee pee getting hard yet, baby? If not keep reading, it will! Because we were having such a great time dancing, when it got close to closing time, I told Eric I didn't want the fun to stop. Eric just grinned and pointed at my heels under the table. I knew what he wanted me to do so I pulled out a chair, and I put on one hell of a show for the hole bar as I slowly buckled each strap!

When the cheering finally died down Eric led me off the dance floor followed by four of his horn-dog buddies, and we all went into the men's room. Then Eric bent me over and started fucking me hard as he told me to suck off his buddies. I even sucked off a couple of random strangers that just happened to walk in, and they were all fucking my mouth with complete abandon and blowing their loads balls deep in my throat while Eric was pounding my cunt.

I got so turned on sucking-off all those hard young cocks that when the last guy started cumming balls deep in my throat while Eric was pounding me senseless and filling my hot cunt full of cum, I came so hard I almost passed out! Then Eric took me under his arm and proudly walked me through the club with cum dripping off my chin onto my tits while his huge load ran down my legs. I guess you were right, baby, your wife is a club slut!

Eric says I’m not allowed to wear clothes when he's home because he really loves looking at my body and playing with my tits. That’s why I'm sitting at the gourmet counter writing you this letter naked, except for the beautiful gold and diamond heart pendant on my right ankle chain. I left it on because when we got home from the club last Saturday Eric told me I should wear it all the time, now that I'm a real slut Hot Wife!

Yes, baby, your wife is a slut Hot Wife now, and it's a good thing our stools are made of vinyl because I'm sitting in a puddle thinking about tonight. Eric has invited two of his hottest well-hung buddies over to fulfill my 'MMMF' fantasy. He even bought me a nice bottle of champagne, and you know I get when I drink champagne! But don't worry, baby, Eric will be the only one fucking cunt, and they will definitely be making me air-tight!

I'm sorry, baby, you know I love the way you lick my ass, and I really wanted ‘you’ to take my anal virginity, but I guess you just weren’t man enough. Eric says that after his buddies get done breaking me in tonight, I won’t be able to get enough, and he’s really gonna enjoy fucking me in the ass and making me cum on his huge cock whenever he wants! I’m sure by the time Eric moves back to the farm I will be a real anal slut, and pretty loose, but I will always love having you lick my ass, baby!

I have stayed in touch with Mistress Katrina, and she has really helped me get through while you've been away. When Eric called, it stirred up all those feelings from that night, and I told Mistress Katrina I didn't know what to do about it. She reminded me of what you said, "I didn't do anything wrong," and she told me I had every right to be happy and to go ahead and let Eric fuck my brains out until he moved back to Illinois!

But then, Mistress Katrina reminded me that I promised to be completely honest with you and said I needed to take responsibility for what happened that night. The truth is, baby, Mistress Katrina was very upset with me about how I handled you on our first real cuckold session. You were right when you asked me about taking things slow with you like Mistress Katrina told me too. I pushed to fast because Eric was going to be leaving soon, and I didn't really keep her in the loop or ask her how to handle things before I invited Eric over that night.

I’m so sorry, baby, she said you may not have been able to handle the reality of being a cuckold, no matter how I handled you, but I made some big mistakes. I shouldn’t have surprised you like that on our first session, and I should have made you wear your cage and not been nice about any of it. Your fantasy was to see me fulfill my fantasy of becoming a Hot Wife, and I should have never asked permission because that allowed you to feel responsible! I promise you, I will never make that mistake again, baby.

Mistress Katrina and I have talked in depth about all my new experiences, and I've learned an awful lot about myself over these past two weeks, and there are a ‘few things’ your not up to date on, baby. She knows I've been holding back my true sexual nature for your sake, and I told her that something just 'snapped' inside me when Eric reminded that 'I didn't have a problem that night!’ I know this hard hear, baby, and sometimes I do feel horribly guilty, but I've never felt so alive!

Mistress Katrina and I even talked about how I always tried to tell myself that hurting you was just part of the role play, and how afterword I would feel so satisfied and such a deep love for you! Mistress Katrina was very understanding, and she really helped me come to terms with my primal need to inflict emotional and physical pain on you! She says you will come to understand that it is out of my deep love for you, that I do it!

I told Eric about my talks with Mistress Katrina, and it turns out he is really handy around the house too! He took all the shelves and those old tables out of the sewing and crafts room and turned it into an awesome dungeon for me, 'Mistress Lori' to play in. Eric anchored medieval iron rings to the floor, walls and ceiling so I can chain you up anyway I like. He even put in a leather swing, and I was so excited the first time Eric fucked me in the swing, I thought I was never going to quit cumming on his huge cock as he relentlessly pounded my cunt.

Mistress Katrina was so happy to hear about my new dungeon, she sent me a ten-foot, Ardour, bullwhip as 'worming' gift to add to my collection of toys, and Eric, being a farm boy an-all, taught me how to use it. Now every time I make it 'crack' really loud it sends shivers down my spine and makes my cunt really wet. Eric says I'm a real natural, and I can't wait to try it out! I would plan on spending a lot of time in the dungeon, if I were you, baby!!

Eric knows I'm writing you this letter, and he really does hope you get better and come home soon. But he told me to make sure you understand how things will be until he moves back to the farm. That's why I've been telling you all this, so you will understand why things have to be this way. Eric owns my pussy now, and the truth is he has ever since that night! So, baby, I need you to understand that Eric makes the rules until he moves back to the farm and you must obey them, or you will be severely disciplined!

I hate to say it, baby, but I kinda hope you do break the rules! Because the thought of Eric dragging you 'screaming' by your ball leash down to the dungeon and tightly shackling you, spread eagle, facing the wall to take your punishment would make so hot, that my cunt would already be dripping wet when I picked up my new bullwhip to give you twenty lashes for your first offense! And just so you know, I will add ten more for every offense after that!

But I don’t think you really want that, so pay close attention to your new rules, baby! You are not allowed in the master bedroom. You are not allowed to touch me unless you’re told to. You will sleep in Robbie's bed, and you must be locked in your cock cage at all times. That last part was my idea, baby, the thought of you being locked up in your cock cage for months while you're lying on the other side of the wall listening to us fuck all night, really turns me on! But this is my favorite rule. You must clean up my dirty used cunt and ass whenever you're told to. See baby, it won't be all bad, you know I love to make you eat out my cunt and ass, and Eric fucks me several times a day. Just one last rule, baby. You will be our Houseboy, and you must be at our beck and call at all times.

I really wish you were here, Houseboy, because writing all that down has made me so 'hot' that what was a little puddle under my ass, from thinking about my gang-bang tonight, has turned into a large puddle on the kitchen floor. Now I will have to use several paper towels to clean it up, and I would much rather make you lick it up! Of course, you would have your hands cuffed behind your back, and I would really enjoy watching you nervously twitch each time I playfully tugged on your ball leash, never quite sure when I'm going to give it a hard yank!

You know your doctors always read my letters to you and seal them in a new envelope, so I’m sure you're wondering how I got this letter to you. I was really hoping you would see me last week, so I wore a short skirt and nice blows with my best push up bra and no panties of course. Well, I asked Derrick that six-foot-six beautiful black orderly on your floor if he would go ask you to please talk with me and he said you had already said no and it was against the rules. But I noticed he couldn't take his eyes off my ankle chain and I made him a deal. I told him that when I came to see you this week if he delivered my letter directly to you, I would give him a blow job in the supply room.

If your reading this, it's too bad you didn't agree to see me this week. I'm going to be wearing that little black and silver club dress with black seamed stockings and your favorite stilettos. I'm sure Derrick will really like my outfit when I give him his blow job, but I'm worried that it's a conflict of interest for Derrick because I'm sure he will want me to come back every week! I'm Just kidding, baby, I told Derrick to call me any time, and I will show him how much I appreciate him taking good care of you for me. I’ve talked with Derrick several times since you’ve been in the sanitarium and he says you're a really nice guy, and he can tell you miss me and really love me!

I need to wrap this up soon, baby, I have to get ready for my gang bang. Eric is waiting for me in the bathroom, and you know how kinky he is! He has always wanted to give a beautiful woman an enema, and Eric says he's going to make me hold it until I'm begging him to let it go, and I might have to do it two or three times!

Now, I'm being completely honest with you because it is the true strength of our deep love, and I know we always said we didn’t want to live our lives this way, it was only supposed to be play time! But it went way beyond play time 'that night,' and things have changed! The girls are gone, and there is no more play time! I am a true Mistress now, and the truth is if you come home you will never know when I might take a notion to hurt you! But I will never dish out more than you can take, and I will always nurse you back to health, baby.

You know if you come home you will have to live by the rules until Eric moves out, but even then you will never be sure when a man or men will drop by to have me, or when I will be going out, and I will expect you to do whatever you're told to do, no questions asked!

Clint, I'm so sorry I let you down that night, and that will never happen again, so please agree to see me next week. I miss you terribly, and we really need to reconnect one last time before you come home. You know I can see you privately, and I'm not trying to bribe you, but I will be wearing that blue dress you love. I picked up some new rose lace stocking, and I will wear your favorite stilettos with my little white cotton panties just to tease you. You know I love you more than anything in the world, baby, and I would never leave you for another man! I will always come home to you, and I will always tell you every dirty little detail!

Signed, "Your loving ‘Hot Wife’ Mistress Lori."

THE END.

    A few words from the author. First, I hope everyone has enjoyed the ride, and I will proudly take the crown for king of the run-on sentences! 

    The truth is, I never broke up with Mrs. Z and as of this publishing date, we have been together 37 years and happily married for 30 years. 

    I have no plans to write any new material anytime soon, and I am just starting my apology tour for spending so much time working on this rewrite. I plan on taking lots of long drives in on the back roads with Mrs. Z in Tinker-Bell. Mrs. Z and I really love spending the day relaxing in the shade reading to each other at Lake Michigan! There's always some truth in every writer's fiction, even if they don't admit it!

    Sincerely, Hubby 77.