Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

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The next Friday evening all of that got tested in a way I could not have imagined or been prepared for.

Trent did not test my authority by begging to be released, or refusing a request / demand, or throwing a fit. Honestly, I don't think it actually occurred to him that he was being insubordinate... just thoughtful and self-sacrificing.

I arrived home to find he had taken off early to beat me home. I found he was cooking dinner, nude except for his cage. He had prepared a bubble bath for me, which I enjoyed while sipping wine.

This was the life!

I came back to the dining room wearing only the silk robe he had laid out for me.

My first clue I may have an issue was when I noticed the dinner table had three place settings rather than two.

I walked into the kitchen to find my husband bending over checking something in the oven. I walked up behind him and fondled his dangling balls, the only part of his genitals not hidden by his cage. His response was to sigh happily at the contact, and to spend longer than he had to bent over.

I looked to my left and saw the reason for the third place setting leaning against the far counter, sipping a beer. Malcolm smiled at me.

I let go of Trent's testicles, caressed his bottom lightly for a moment, then smacked it hard. When he stood I kissed him lightly on the lips.

I walked over to Malcolm, allowing him to wrap me in his arms, then kissed him long and deeply. I asked him to go to the bedroom and get ...

... naked, so both of my men would be on display for me.

This had the effect I was looking for. I was now the only one dressed, which placed me in a privileged status in the men's eyes. It was nice being able to look at them both naked, as both were fit and sexy. But the biggest reason I had Malcolm strip was for Trent's "benefit." Now he was forced to constantly compare his pale flesh against Malcolm's deep mocha complexion, and his manhood crammed into a 1-1/2 inch tube to the big slab of meat swinging heavily between Malcolm's thighs.

Dinner was delicious. I sat at the head of the table, leaving them sitting across from each other at the table's sides.

I had bided my time, remaining calm. Now was my time to inquire. "So, husband, what is your plan for this evening? Since you took the initiative to set this up?"

Trent apparently felt things were going well. "Well, since I could not take care of you properly, I felt you deserved another proper... um... you deserve good penetrative sex. So I called Malcolm and he agreed to help out..."

My voice was still pleasant, "So what part of a female-led marriage made you think you had the right to pimp me out?"

Malcolm interjected with humor in his baritone voice, "I think technically I'm the one being pimped out..."

I held my hand up to silence him. I looked at Trent waiting for an answer.

He stammered, "I... I didn't think of it like that, I apologize. I was just trying to do something nice for you..."

"And do you ...