Time passed by and we met Damien at least once, sometimes twice, a month. Catherine had all but cut me off from sex now. She was getting the deep balls-to-the-walls fucking she needed from her bull, Damien.
They would sometimes meet without me. At these times I was allowed to remove my chastity device after Catherine returned home. In fact, whenever their private encounters took place, she would allow me two days of freedom. I would then be able to masturbate freely for forty-eight hours and fantasize over the details she gave me of their meet-ups. Her words, “Michael, he’s so good, always so big and hard, he makes me so hot. I can’t get enough of him,” always fueled my orgasms, allowing me to reach great heights.
One evening she said, “His cock splits my pussy so good, honey. He spreads me!” Comments such as this always got me hard and lingered in my mind.
To my surprise, Catherine decided to get her labia pierced. At the tattoo parlor it was quite a thing to watch a burly artist fondle her giant cunt lips and ring them with a golden circle. I was wondering if she would cum from the stimulation. Thank God she didn’t!
Speaking of God, I had begun wondering more and more about him. I had come to the conclusion that God did exist. He was the overall grand outlook of life, the special everything above me, the strong force that helped me to have courage and embrace the chaos around me. It was this chaos that ran my world, and it was how I dealt with it that would determine my happiness. I talked to God each night.
My family was growing up before my eyes. All the kids were so mature now. I had to be strong, as I too grew older. My energy was lower and my body stiff and sore. My wife, however, still had it. She continued to work out four days a week at the gym. She made sure we ate healthy and watched the junk food. I loved junk food and had begun to get a belly. At work she wasn’t at my side to keep me on the straight and narrow, and I did one too many drive-through lunch stops.
Damien, Cat, and I met up one evening to attend the ballet, Swan Lake. It was heart-breaking and lovely and now, after such an intense experience, the couple beside me was ready to implode. A fancy hotel suite was our choice of a playroom.
Tonight was different. Damien decided to get bossy and make me wear Catherine’s panties on my head while I sat on the floor watching them. As he fucked my wife, I sat on the floor smelling her moist underwear and listening to her orgasms.
After this meeting, every “date” became geared more and more to my humiliation. I was becoming more of a servant, a submissive helper. If I did as I was told I’d get to be a part of it all and in the end be unleashed by Cat. It was a role I fell into easily and had no serious gripes about.
Work kept me busy. It seemed as if I was always on a job. I had four kids to help send to college and they were getting closer to that day. So yeah, I worked; I worked my ass off. At the gym I noticed younger men looking over Catherine whenever we worked out together at the same time. I guess having one regular guy who I knew was not looking to break up our marriage was easier than having random men involved.
For a fun trip, we traveled to visit some friends in Maine. The fall colors were spectacular on the ride. The plan was not as simple as it appeared. Damien too would be in Maine and close by. He also had a friend living in the lobster state.
We made a special trip to the mall before we met with Damien for a secret rendezvous. A chill in the air prompted Catherine to buy a fall sweater of browns and greens. With its large turtle neck collar, she looked like a goddess of the woods. She grabbed some brown leggings and new boots and we were off to meet Damien.
A quaint country inn was the setting. He too had stolen away for a romp and we laughed at the plan as we gathered together inside the room he had rented. White wine was chilling on the table and fresh muffins beckoned from their basket. Catherine and Damien were determined to head out into the cool fall air. A trail nearby was calling them, and after we enjoyed the wine and blueberry muffins, the three of us ventured outdoors.
The woods were full of color. Orange and red and yellow and browns … The walk was simply breathtaking. We stopped at a clearing and Damien unfolded a large blanket. There was room for those two only and I loitered about in the woods.
The good doctor placed my wife on her back and kissed her slowly. With each tender kiss he brought her to a new peak of desire. He slipped her sweater off, revealing her navy push-up bra. That came off next and her small firm breasts popped out. She was kissing him seriously now and both pressed their bodies tight together. I lurked in the woods watching, a voyeur-satyr in the forest.
He undressed her slowly, sliding off her leggings and then her thong panty. She took his penis out and began to suck. He was hard in seconds and she slurped all over his member.
Then I was summoned. I hesitated, but my wife called out to me, “Honey, you get naked too. Don’t let just the two of us have all the fun.”
Damien nodded and I complied. There I stood in my chastity lock and covering, my small cock smashed tightly within its cage.
The couple before me, my wife and her bull, got down to business. He positioned himself on top of her and inserted his thick dick. His ass pushed back and forth and his muscles drove him onward. They didn’t seem to notice the chill in the air, only screwed harder and more furiously. He then turned her sideways, fucking her while she manipulated her own love button.
“Oh baby, that’s it,” Catherine cried out, “yes oh lord yes … fuckkkkkkk meeeeeeeee!”
I was getting goose bumps from the cold so I started shuffling about to stay warm. So far they had given me nothing to do. Damien looked up at me and smiled. He loved making my wife happy and he thrived on having the permission of the benevolent cuckold husband. He threw Cat’s bra at me and told me to wear it around my neck. I did so.
He let her cum first and then blew his load across her belly and nearly hairless mound. These days Catherine made it a point to shave near bald for her lover. Her cunt lips were so big, so used. There was nothing for me to clean, so we all started to get dressed. It was chilly, after all.
But, just as it appeared we were done, Damien took my wife again. He bended her over and fucked her like dog. They were like two wild animals loose in the woods. Pushing her up against a tree, he slid his glistening rod into her cunt. She groaned but took all of him, there in the secluded vale. This time they made me join in, but only as a ball licker. I was instructed to lick Damien’s balls from underneath. For my obedience, I was released and allowed to get myself off in the woods as the two of them lay together resting.
How grand it must be to be able to recover so quickly, I thought. My petite hotwife with the amazing cunt lips was with the guy who fit her best—younger, stronger in body and able to get rock hard in an instant. They simply fit.
For nearly two years this arrangement continued. We would go by the names “the wife,” “the bull,” and “the cuckold.” That was the story of our lives.
Catherine’s five-oh birthday approached. This was a big deal. I had always thought we’d organize a huge shindig to celebrate the occasion. But that would not be the case. We had so much going on that that nothing was actually planned. The kids were taking up all our time as of late. Teenagers have so much to deal with, and it all centered on peer pressure.
Julie, who would soon be eighteen, was unexpectedly the least of our troubles. She had ended her relationship with Tristan a year earlier and was dating around. She had her shit together, and college was in her future. The kid had an eye for fashion and would make something of herself, I was sure of it. Jenny, my darling girl and now a teen herself, was struggling with boys. I was happy that her years of martial arts had made her so self-confidant. She’d be fine.
My own kids had grown up too. Danny and Jasmine were still my gems. Danny was a great ball player and I hoped he’s get a scholarship at a division-two school one day. He was good at math too; perhaps he’d be a teacher. Jas was a hell of dancer and smart as a whip. She’d be successful in anything she put her mind to.
The surprise came via a phone call. Damien knew of the birthday and made Cat an offer she couldn’t refuse. He’d booked them a trip to the Caribbean, a get-away to an ocean of emerald … a birthday present for the ages. Catherine and I discussed it later that evening.
“I’d like to go babe,” she said, “but I’ll miss you guys. I was thinking we’d celebrate as a family. But, it’s all so exciting!”
I was ambivalent about her choosing this way to celebrate turning fifty. “Cat, we’d like to see you of course, but this trip sounds pretty fun. I just wish it was at a different time.” She agreed and debated the decision for the next day and a half before coming to a decision.
She was not a fan of flying but I could still see she was excited. “Mike,” she said, “you only turn fifty once. I guess I’m going to go.”
I nodded as if I understood, yet in the back of my head I was jealous. We’d have to find a way to tell the girls and, as for me, I wanted something … some compensation for being left back in New England.
That night my bride, my beloved wife, let me loose. We kissed in bed and she told me she loved me dearly. I found her loins to be an oasis of fertile wetness and she responded by telling me that tonight it was all about us. She whispered, “Make love to me, Michael, make me purr!”
After whispers of sweet nothings and careful foreplay, I found her aperture wide open and swollen. I fingered her clit and brought her to orgasm before even trying to be inside her. She sucked my cock and made me hard, not knowing that I had taken Cialis earlier in the night in preparation. My cock was rigid and she guided Tiny into her tunnel. I hardly felt her walls, but she hugged me and grabbed my ass, keeping me inside her.
“Oh my love, it feels so good to be close to you. I really love you, my husband.”
I came too quickly but it felt so good. We stayed as one for several minutes after, joined body and soul.
The next morning Cat was kind enough not to put me back in my restraints. I would be free until after her trip. She hid the device and the key, and the subject did not come up again in the days before her flight.