A Willing Cuckold Pt. 04: Conclusion

Jaime placed his hand on my shoulder. "You have come to the right place, my friend. Let me tell you about my Tio Pepe...my uncle. He is high up in the syndicate I've told you about. I will phone him tonight to see if he can help you. I'm sure he can. Can you get to Los Angeles without her knowing?

"Sure...I'll take the bus. It'll be slow, but I can pay cash and there's almost no security. I've already started to sell my investments. If I wait until the last moment to send the money out of the country I'll be gone before anyone knows or before the law comes looking for me. You know...the firm sends money overseas all the time. I'll bet I can do it under the firm's umbrella. It'll work if I can get a new identity and can get out of the country."

"I'll speak with you tomorrow morning, amigo. Keep the accident in mind. Maybe she should have one."

"I'll have to think about that. Thanks, Jaime. I'd better get to work." We shook hands and I took the elevator up to my office, working all morning and afternoon, but spending lunch divesting myself of more of my investments. I had more than one point nine million in my brokerage account by the end of the day.

I spoke to my boss the following morning to request some comp time that afternoon, telling him that I had some personal problems that I needed to resolve. I spent the afternoon interviewing several private investigators. I finally settled on a woman—Moira Kelly. I told her the truth—the whole truth, holding nothing back. "I know that she has some plans for me—plans to turn me into her slave, although I have no idea yet how she plans to do it. I guess that what I really need is information on her lover first...everything you can find out about him."

"Will he be at your house tonight?"

"Yes, unfortunately; he usually arrives around seven. He's supposed to spend the weekend which means they'll spend the entire time together. I've already been told to move my clothes to the spare room."

"I know this seems overwhelming, John, but I'll be with you every step of the way. You'll be able to get away to work every day other than the weekends so that's when we'll meet. I should have something in a few days once I get his photo and his license plate number. Then I'll be able to check police and military records. This is actually a fairly standard investigation."

I thanked her then gave her $2,500 cash for her retainer, promising more if needed. I returned to work, walking directly to the mailroom. Jaime was waiting there for me. "Sorry I couldn't come down this morning. I needed to work so I could take the afternoon off. I've hired a private investigator to look into her lover. Any luck on your end?"

"Yes, my Tio Pepe will be happy to help you. He says it will cost $10,000, but he guarantees your complete satisfaction. He will arrange for some minor plastic surgery. I'm sure you know that the government uses face recognition programs in all of the airports and train stations so he'll keep you away from them. None the less, you will be out of the country safely before you know it. Just let me know when you are leaving." I thanked Jaime and left the building. I needed a little time to think so I went to the local park where I sat on a bench overlooking a large pond.

I had thought that I'd resign my position, but now knowing that I could get a new identity I thought it better to just disappear. I stayed there as long as possible before returning to what had once been my happy home. Knowing that Julie would expect me to be naked I removed my clothing, hanging my suit in the guest room closet before beginning tonight's dinner.

Mike showed up at seven on the dot, exactly as expected. Julie was wearing a new baby doll outfit I'd never seen before. She must have bought it today just for him. That reminded me that I had to cancel our credit cards. Then, as I stifled a little chuckle, I decided not to. Let her charge to her heart's content. I wished I could be here to see the expression on her face when she realized her meal ticket was gone and she'd have to pay all of the bills herself.

Tonight was a repeat of the earlier nights, except that Mike came in my mouth for the first time while he and Julie ridiculed and mocked me. I burned with shame, but there was nothing I could do. Mike was bigger and stronger than me. At 5' 11" and 155 pounds I was hardly going to overwhelm someone who was four inches taller and fifty pounds heavier. I took the abuse instead, knowing that it would end soon. I was allowed to cum, spilling my load into Julie's wine glass then drinking it. She banished me to the guest room, telling me that I'd never sleep with her again.

Friday was here before I knew it. I was surprised to find Julie's and Mike's cars in the driveway when I arrived home. I had to park in the street. Julie was on me as soon as I walked into the door. "Get those clothes off and into the bedroom in less than five minutes." Her voice was as hard as nails and the expression on her face was a perfect match. Mike just smirked like the cat that had eaten the canary.

Julie was sitting on the bed when I trotted in, breathing heavily from rushing. "Stand here, John, at the foot of the bed and place your hands behind your back." Mike gripped my arms as Julie strode behind me. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I heard the ratchet of the handcuffs. I was totally helpless less than ten seconds later. "I've told you and told you to stop your incessant whining. Now I'm going to stop it permanently. Move your ass into the bathroom and get into the shower." She turned me and pushed me toward the open door.

I was standing in the stall when she produced a battery-powered trimmer from a brown paper bag. It was just like the one my barber uses. "A REAL MAN has pubic hair. You're not a REAL MAN so you're not entitled to have any. Same with body hair; REAL MEN have hair on their chests, but you're not a REAL MAN." I started to complain, but she gripped my balls and squeezed. "Shut your fucking mouth before these go, too." I stood silently in pain while she trimmed every hair on my body other than those on my head from my body.

When she was done she stepped out and pulled a pair of rubber gloves over her hands. Next thing I knew she was applying a thick liquid over my body. Every square inch was covered, even my neck and face where my beard would normally grow. I became aware pretty soon that my skin was burning. After fifteen minutes Julie turned on the water—just the cold—and laughed again while all my body hair ran down the drain. I was mortified when I looked down to see my hairless body. Unfortunately, that was just the beginning of my ordeal.

Once I was dry Julie pushed me back to the bedroom. She and Mike laughed while they removed a stainless steel contraption from the bag. I was mystified as Julie placed the large ring around my cock and balls. When she pushed my cock into the caged cylinder I became worried. "What is this? What are you doing to me?"

"This is a cock cage, stupid. I'm taking full control of your orgasms. I'll let you out so you can jerk off every now and then, but your days of jerking it four or five times a day are over." She tightened the bolts and placed the wrench on a chain that went around her neck. I noticed another around Mike's. I knew instinctively that she'd have total control of me by controlling my access to my cock.

"I'm not done with you yet. I've had to listen to your whiney complaints all week. Now you're going to pay." Mike grabbed me and manhandled me onto the bed. He held my head up while Julie forced a leather ball into my mouth and buckled the straps tightly around my head. I almost fainted when I saw what she pulled from the closet. It was a long flexible cane. She brought it down onto my butt without warning. I arched my back in response and screamed into the gag. She did it again and again. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! My ass felt like it was on fire. I bawled like a baby from the pain and humiliation.

"Are you ever going to whine to me again?" I shook my head as vigorously as I could. "Are you going to follow my orders from now on?" I nodded immediately. She hit me again anyway—just because she could. Finally, after—I didn't know—thirty? Fifty? She stopped and sat beside me. "You know, don't you, John that I only did that because I love you and I want our marriage to succeed. Our relationship is changing. I'm moving to the top and you're going down. That's the way it's going to be. You just have to accept your new role. I'm afraid that I'm going to have to whip you again and again until you eventually figure it out. Do yourself a big favor and get on the wagon. Do everything I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand me?"

I couldn't nod fast enough even though I knew what she'd told me was just so much bullshit. She hung the cane on a hook on the wall—a reminder, I guessed, of what she could do to me. She rubbed some lotion into my butt in what I thought was supposed to convince me of her sincerity and her love. Julie released my hands, telling me, "Mike wants Johnny Walker Blue. Get dressed and get some. While you're there, make sure you get enough Chardonnay to get us through the weekend. I'll whip you again if I have to send you out for more. Now get moving!" I jumped up and ran into the guest room. I was dressed in less than two minutes, literally running out the door while Julie and Mike laughed and ridiculed me. I knew then that I'd get out as soon as humanly possible.

I bought two bottles of the Johnny Walker Blue at almost $150 each. What did I care? I wouldn't be around to pay for them. They'd be on Julie's head as would the case of expensive Chardonnay—the most expensive I could find. I was back at the house carrying in their refreshments in less than thirty minutes. I could hear them in the bedroom as soon as I entered the house. Without waiting for orders I poured a glass of scotch over several ice cubes and filled a wine glass with the Chardonnay, still chilled from the store. I stripped off my clothes, placing them temporarily in a kitchen cabinet, and put the glasses onto a silver tray along with come chunks of cheddar and crackers.

I knocked on the door frame, requesting permission to enter. I knelt at my wife's feet as I served the drinks and cheese platter. I was about to rise and leave when Julie pushed her foot into my face. "I love seeing you on your knees, darling. It's where you'll spend a lot of your time in the future. While you're there why don't you clean my feet. Take each of my toes into your mouth and suck them clean. Use your tongue to clean out any jam between my toes. Do a good job and I'll give serious thought to letting you cum before the weekend is over. Of course, that will depend on your behavior toward Mike and me." With that, she pushed her foot into my mouth. I knew that I had to play my role.

Her foot was disgusting. How she made her foot smell so badly or where she managed to get them so filthy was a mystery. I gritted my teeth and dug in, cleaning each toe lovingly and sucking the detritus that had accumulated in the spaces between. When that was done I carefully licked the sole from heel to toe until Julie switched feet. I knew she was satisfied when her foot on my face pushed me away. "Get out and make our dinner. You absolutely disgust me...and to think I was once in love with such a low creature as you. What on earth was I thinking?" She turned her attention from me to Mike's big cock, stroking it and licking the head. She still refused to put it into her mouth.

I removed two thick ribeyes from the refrigerator and placed three potatoes into the oven to bake. That done I made a nice tossed salad using lettuce, fresh tomatoes, green pepper, and radishes I'd picked up that same afternoon at a nearby farm stand. Homemade Italian dressing finished the meal. Then I set the table: three places—how foolish of me—and used our best linen napkins and crystal. Almost an hour later I knocked at the bedroom door to let the lovers know that I would place the steaks on the grill momentarily. I requested permission to dress. Our grill is visible from the yards of four neighbors. For some reason Julie and Mike found this hilarious. I learned the reason why when they summoned me into the bedroom.

"I went shopping for you today, John. A REAL MAN wears boxers, or even briefs. Mike is a REAL MAN. You are not. You'll never wear REAL MAN's underwear again. Instead, you'll wear women's panties." She reached into a bag and removed a pair of frilly pink bikini panties. She held them out for me to step into. My face was red and I cried with embarrassment as she pulled them up my legs. I looked down in amazement that she would humiliate me so badly. Had I even a shred of love remaining for her it died at that second. I knew then that I'd be gone in days instead of weeks as I had originally planned.

Things went steadily downhill from there. I was not allowed to eat at the table, nor was I allowed to eat while they ate. I was expected to serve them and even to cut their meat. I ate cold food from plates on the floor and I was allowed ginger ale instead of wine. Yes...you're right—wine is for a REAL MAN!

I was whipped again that night and an additional three times over the weekend. I could barely stand by Sunday night and I certainly couldn't sit. Julie was about to whip me again, but Mike told her not to. "I'm afraid you'll kill him if you do it again. The last thing we need is for him to wind up in a hospital. I can think of something even worse." Julie looked at him with a bemused expression as he called me to his cock. "Kneel here, John. Suck me off."

I was terrified of another whipping so I willingly took his swelling cock into my mouth. He pushed it in until it was all the way into my throat. I thought I would suffocate, but at the last possible second he pulled out. A few seconds later he pushed back in and began to actively fuck my mouth. I barely moved. I couldn't—that's how much pain I was in. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually he came. Then Julie wouldn't allow me to swallow it. Instead, I had to hold it on my tongue to show her. I was banished to the guest room as they mocked and ridiculed me even more. I retreated and closed the door. Once in the hallway I walked to the guest bathroom for a much needed shower. The hot water soothed the welted areas on my back and butt and thighs.

I had to sleep on my stomach because of the pain. I doubted I'd be able to sit for a week. Pissing was agony. I had to sit because of the cock cage. I knew that Julie had no intention to take it off. She'd made sure that I'd screw up, even when I hadn't, just so she could beat me. Denying me was a foregone conclusion.

I was up early to make coffee and breakfast. I remained naked as I delivered a tray of coffee, real cream I'd been sent out for yesterday morning, and sugar. I knocked quietly at the door and waited almost ten minutes before the summons came. I knelt, praying that I wouldn't be caned again. Surprisingly, Mike came to my rescue again, even telling me that I needed to dress and go to work. He didn't have to say it twice.

I heard Julie speak as I scampered from the room. "Why did you do that, Mike? I just wanted to warm up that ass a bit as a reminder during the day."

"I know, darling, but if you really hurt him he won't be able to take care of us. You want to do the cooking or cleaning?"

I saw her kiss him as I turned the corner into what was now "my room." I dressed hurriedly and scooted to the street where my car had been ticketed for being parked there overnight. Like I'd pay for it; I'd be gone long before the court date.

I was in the mailroom trying to explain to Jaime what had happened to me over the weekend. Finally, I broke down and pointed to the storeroom. I removed my jacket and tie, unbuttoned my shirt, and dropped my pants and pink panties. If Jaime was surprised to see them he was livid when he saw my back and butt. Then I turned around and showed him the cock cage. He bent down for a close look then stood and smiled. "We are going out for lunch today, my friend. I need to make a call to a friend who is a machinist. I'll bet he can make a key for that bolt. I know we talked about it, but after what she's done you can count on that bitch having several accidents. In fact...I just had a really good idea. I'll tell you about it after you're gone."

I thanked Jaime as I dressed. I left once I was decent and was half-way to my office when my cell rang. It was Moira Kelly. "I have some important information for you. Can we meet today?" I never left the elevator, pressing the button for the basement garage once the door had opened. I was in my car on the way to Moira's office less than five minutes later. I never bothered to tell my boss. I couldn't see the point.

Moira welcomed me with a smile, asking me to sit. "I'd just as soon stand if you don't mind." Then I explained what had transpired over the weekend. I could see the shock on her face several times as I spoke.

"Well, I think I have good news for you. I got his photo Friday night and ran his license plate. You know him as Michael Brown, but his real name is Michael Bologna. He's a convicted felon and there are two warrants for his arrest on the books in this state and three in other states."

"Open warrants...now?"

"Yes, I'm quite sure the police will be interested. In addition to the warrants he jumped bail in Missouri. His M.O. is to seduce stupid married women and demean their husbands. Once he has the woman's confidence he steals all of her jewelry and cash. He's even been known to steal credit cards. Does your wife have much jewelry?"

"Yeah, she does—almost fifty thousand worth. Maybe I should wait until it's been stolen. I could, but I won't. I plan to get out as quickly as I can—tomorrow, sooner if I can get the police to act by then." I thanked Moira sincerely and took two copies of her report when I left. I went straight to police headquarters where I asked to see a detective. When asked for a reason my reply was simple: "to get a dangerous felon off the streets." Detective George Kline came out to speak with me about five minutes later.

"I know where one Michael Bologna can be found. I'm told that there are several warrants out on him at the present time." He turned on his workstation and typed in a few commands. He returned his attention to me a few minutes later after showing me a mug shot on the screen. I confirmed his identity.

"There are two open warrants here in Illinois and three more in other states, all for grand theft and I see that he jumped bail in Missouri. What's your source of information?"

"He's seduced my wife and I'm sure she'll be his next victim. Right now he's living at my house."

"We can pick him up right now. I just need a little time to get a few men together."

I thought about it for maybe half a second before agreeing then led a small convoy to my house. Police officers covered the rear exits as I opened the front door to find Mike seated in the living room dressed only in my robe while sipping some of my Johnny Walker Blue even though it wasn't yet noon. He must have realized what was up as soon as he saw the two detectives and one uniformed officer behind me. He rose and held his wrists behind his back. He was cuffed and gone less than two minutes later. I stopped them at the door and removed his copy of my cock cage key from his neck. He smirked as he turned out the door.

I phoned Jaime to tell him I was free and that I wanted to leave that afternoon, if possible. He asked me to stop by as soon as I could. I promised I would, but first I went to my home office and typed a letter to Julie. I left it, the cock cage, and my wedding ring on the table with a copy of the PI's report. I left at 11:30 with my backpack and a change of clothes in a brown paper sack. I took one last look at the home I'd once loved then walked away, never looking back.