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part 3

It was just the reaction I wanted. I said calmly ‘yes, I know, this is a pussy free marriage and has been for years. I will always love and worship you, but you and I both know you need more. How was I so arrogant to think I’d ever be enough. All of my sexual encounters have been awful, right from being in my teens. You mentioned Tony last week and that when you’d bumped into him by chance and how fucking hot he was looking. So, I think that you should start to see him again. But, from now on, you should meet him totally alone, with no interference from me. And I can assure you, I am happy for you to do that. It’s what you deserve, babe. I know you’d love to see him on your own really. Plus, he always asked early on to see you without me, just like most of them did. So we know he’ll be more than happy to have you alone. You also like the secrecy and added spice of me not knowing anything and I am happy that you keep that too if it means we can stay together. …’

She looked shocked but smiled weakly. But the thought of actually not having to go the rest of her life without being filled properly because I never could was obviously a relief. The alternative was cheating on me and now, well, she didn’t need to do that. Suddenly, she beamed at me and span around so that her smooth arsehole was pointing skyward and she reached for a buzzer. ‘If you can stand it, then alright, yes. You couldn’t ever compare to my previous boyfriends, you knew that, but I fell in love with you and it’ll always be us. Now. Lick my ass, I know you love it.’ She panted and groaned as I lapped at her. She started to cum and again agreed with what I had just suggested a few minutes before. ‘I’ll be able to get fucked just the way I want to and you won’t know a thing about it, is that what you dreamed of because I know I always have, a proper man to fuck. I only stopped cucking you because you were always up in my face, fucking cuck, fucking cuck…’ and bucked wildly on a massive orgasm. We talked loads that night and so many things she had surpressed came flooding out. We made a promise to each other to keep talking.

The changes for me and new found freedom for her happened very fast, almost like we were both making up for lost years. Unlike the first journey we took, there seemed to be very little resistence to the changes in dynamic, so pretty much confirms how she felt back then all along. She has birth control and she’s now said he’ll probably be going to cum inside her from now. They message each other in private and I get to know only if they need me to do something, so i have no idea on what is being said.

She had got back from a weekend in Manchester with family and I suggested when she went shopping that she get some special lingerie that only he will see, to which she readily agreed, going to Victoria Secret no less. ‘I might let you see just a picture of it, but only if he tells me its ok. From now on, you don’t get a say, understood?’ and kind of gives me a look that says I mean business. I paid for the purchase and she was careful to hide it away.

Returning home, she was deliberately tight lipped about what was happening about meeting Tony the next morning. She said ‘I’ll be fucking pissed off with you if you pester me for details. I’ll get a shower and then you will pour me some wine first,’ and she reiterated that I won’t be getting updates of any kind. Only a message to say when he arrived and when he left. I nodded in agreement and promised I won’t bother her. She looked at me sternly and said ‘In fact, when I get home tomorrow afternoon, only when I’m ready I might fill you in on some details. Think of it as your first test. Or I might even wait and just flick your dick at bedtime.’ This I loved but also knew she meant it.

Now I knew I only had the prospect of not knowing anything really; a kind of self-imposed punishment for my previous poor behaviour. A scene in a porn movie? My first thought would from now on be ‘are they going to do that together and if so, where, when?’ The thoughts raced in my head and I knew straight away that I loved it, just as much as she did.

Frustratingly, their meeting had to be postponed by nearly two weeks and they messaged each other without keeping me in on anything, which is how it should’ve always been. He then had a week’s holiday and returned with a gorgeous tan that she showed off to me, making him hotter than ever. And so, without any build up, the meet was arranged the first morning he was back; they literally couldn’t wait.

I was at home when whatsapp pinged from her to say he was with her. Then nothing at all, which I had said was how it was suppose to be for them to have fun on their own. Then when he left, a simple message to say she’d had fun and it was hot. That was it! Simple and delicious. I didn’t bother her again as I was really mindful of being a ‘different cuck’ from here on. She knew she held all the cards now and I would do whatever it took to convince her I had changed. So not rushing home after work that morning and instead going to the pub for a while with the lads was her way of gently reinforcing her authority. Another new behaviour; going to our local without me was something she did most days. My phone pinged again after about an hour after she’d been at the pub.

L: ‘You ok?’
J: ‘Yes, all good. Can’t wait to see you. My dick on the other hand…’ at which point I pinged her a pic of my soft member, dripping wet with pre.
L: ‘lol, it is little. Just chatting to Wayne, builder guy I was telling you about. Shan’t be long xx’

Now I knew this guy she was talking to. Big guy, rough, about 30 and was always checking her out, even when I was with her. I’m only 5ft5 and he’s like at least 6ft and was the arrogant type that made a point of standing too close to me to make a point of towering over me for fun, which she was amused by. Lola always did have a weakness for tall lol. But it was probably just nothing (When she went to the pub on her own I would previously wank like mad imagining her kissing him and then sneaking outside and taking things further. So this news came at a point that made me even more sub-cuck-beta as wanking was strictly out until she said so).

After a while she gets in the door and for some reason looks glowing. I just want to kiss her every where, but I know I have to wait. Within just a few moments, she is in the shower and any trace of Tony is washed away. I so wanted to taste her but I do not and hold back, which she carefully observes with a smirk. We then have what is a vanilla day out for lunch and then back home where she drunkily reveals he only kissed her mouth but that she loved kissing his long cock. These drip fed details are driving me insane in the best possible way. The next day, she was up early and gone with work all day, returning at 9pm. She didn’t mention her meet at all, but did say had I wanked yet and perhaps we should wait til she got back from London to elaborate, so stll no relief and she was enjoying this.

5am the next day, before she left for London, I fell at the foot of the bed and begged her to let me kiss her toes. ‘Go on then, but I’m not doing anything to you, I’m just gonna lie here and remember how I kissed and sucked his cock twice and how much I loved doing it’. This had the effect on me that i began to hump fervantly the bed while I sucked and licked her toes. I felt the long awaited orgasm, but she stopped me dead and pushed me off from the bed. ‘No, denied cucky. No cum, not til we decide.’ ‘We was obviously ‘them!’

I slunk out of our bedroom and realised that I really didn’t have a say in what came next anymore. Heightened senses for everyone I reckon. She left that morning for London and gave me a nice hug, where I lingered over her body as much as I could, but as I did this she passively drew back and smiled, saying she loved me. Then she was gone.

When she was in London four hours later, I got a text asking if I was ok and would I last til she came home. ‘I mean I can put you out of your misery or tease you with some more hot news from Friday lol?’ I asked what else went on and she came back straight saying that he’d fingered her slowly then very fast. She also rubbed it in that she had cum very hotly. They chose not to have a full on fuck and it was then she told what I knew was coming. ‘No actual sex in the office, he said he prefers to fuck my married pussy hard in our marital bed.’ There was no emoji and so a bit hard to say whether it was said jokingly or not. I came back simply and said ‘anywhere you choose and whenever, only you two have the ability to decide that..’

More generally, Lola has moved from being protective of what she says about my small dick, to fully embracing the ability to give me SPH whenever she wants to, without apology; totally opposite of how she used to be. This is only done privately at the moment, but hopefully this will be a more public activity. She really now does embrace the fact of being a hotwife with total freedom and a cuck husband who enjoys the teasing and humiliation.

More subtle things like the expensive lingerie and see-through hollister tops purchased and wet look leather jeans that were not a thing she’d ever consider are now in her wardrobe, but obviously not bought with me in mind, well maybe just as a tease to remind me of what I’m missing, due to my pathetic performance in the bedroom all these years. She has said also that if the opportunity presents itself, she may also take my suggestion and, when she’s away with her girlfriend on their own, have a holiday fuck this coming January, despite always saying she wouldn’t. This will entail obviously telling her friend of our new situation and that she has my love and support to do this, which will cause me some humiliation with her friend, but I actually want it to be that way. All in all, I am so happy for her. Just knowing that conversation takes place at some point is hot.

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