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Cuckold Striptease Game

byIftheshoefits©

I'd forgotten my damn key again. And my wife was taking forever to answer the door. What was she doing in there?

I was mildly irritated by the time she finally opened up, but before my lips could even form the words to some smart-assed remark about how long I'd been standing there, my senses were overloaded with the sight before me.

I gave her a once over -- I swear, my wife could make a pimple look sexy. If she farted while we were having dinner with the president, my first reaction would probably be a hard-on. She was like walking, talking, Viagra to me. And that was when she wasn't even trying.

Without trying to be sexy, my wife was like Isis of Egypt. She couldn't help being a goddess, sexiness oozed out of her pores. And when she was trying to be sexy, she was the equivalent of substituting the ice cubes in your scotch for lava rocks -- that kind of sex appeal that just burns a man to the core as he takes it in.

But this look was off the charts, even for her. Her tight fitting top hugged her torso like a second layer of skin - I could practically make out the texture of her bra. Her cleavage was propped up and looking like it might be begging for mercy, as if at any moment those two perfect tits were gonna make an escape. Her skirt was obscenely short, the slightest movement of her hips would give me a glimpse of the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings. And the heels practically had their own voice, and they were screaming -- fuck me.

"Wow, you look..."

"Like a slut?" She returned a playful smile that always let me know that she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on me. "Thanks, that's what I was going for."

"Your words, not mine. But I love it, whatever you wanna call it."

"I just felt like looking the part, since I've been playing the part."

"What's that supposed to mean?" "Take your clothes off, and you'll find out."

My wife was a puppet master, and I was Pinocchio. The word "no" did not exist in my vocabulary where she was concerned. And this wasn't exactly a secret.

But she knew the word "no" all too well. As I placed my hands on her hips and went to kiss her, she quickly leaned back, placing a cease-and-desist hand in my face and pushing my head back. "Did I say you could kiss me?" She grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands away from her body. "Did I say you could touch me?"

"What, I have to ask permission just to kiss you now?" I smiled, as if she were joking. My wife loved to tease me and play little games. I figured it was just a playful act. She wanted to make me squirm a little, and I was used to that. I had never been too proud to beg.

"Yes, as a matter of fact you do," she stated, firmly. "And what the fuck are you smiling about? You think it's a joke?" Her hand came across my face so swiftly I never saw it coming.

"What the!? You in a bad mood or something?" I rubbed my burning cheek.

"Awww did that hurt?" she chuckled, then promptly slapped the shit out of me again, this time stinging the opposite cheek.

"Yes it hurts!" I whined.

My wife smiled as she shook her head. "You're such a pussy."

"What's with you today? Did I do something to upset you?"

"Upset me? Well, other than interrupting me by knocking on the door, no. I'm having the best day ever!" she walked past me, took a seat on the edge of the bed and lit up a cigarette.

"I'm sorry for interrupting you. What were you doing?"

"Masturbating."

My eyes got wide. "You...um...what?"

She smiled devilishly as she picked up a dildo and eyed it affectionately. "You didn't know that your naughty little wife loves to masturbate, did you? Of course not, because I never told you before. There's a lot of things I've never told you. I masturbate every single day. My little friend here was deep inside my tight little pussy hitting places that your tiny little dick has never touched before."

"But honey, that thing is so....big! I can't believe you like that!"

"Everything is big compared to you," she rolled her eyes. "How does that make you feel, knowing your wife likes to fuck herself with a big hard cock while you're at work? Hmmmm?"

"I don't know what to say," I was nearly out of breath. "I never thought...I mean...that you...what else is there that you haven't told me?"

"Ummm, let's see," she pressed her finger to her lips, giving me the coyest of expressions. "Well, there's so much to tell. Why don't you take your clothes off like I just fucking told you to, and I'll share a few of my dirty little secrets."

Her piercing eyes were fixated on me as she took long drags of her cigarette. She seemed amused by how visibly shaken I was from her comments. I nervously began to peel away my cloths as she stared at me like a carnival exhibit.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked, nervously. My wife was always unpredictable, and the devious look on her face concerned me.

"Just shut up and strip, bitch. Unless you want me to keep all my naughty secrets to myself?"

"Bitch? What's up with all the derogatory comments, honey? Saying my dick is small, calling me a bitch. I don't know if I like this game," I frowned.

"Game?" she laughed. "You know you're my little bitch, why can't I just say it? Let's be honest, you're going to do whatever I tell you no matter what, like you always do. So just stop asking questions and be a good little bitch and take those boxers off so I can see that tiny little dick of yours."

No sooner had my drawers hit the floor, then she started to giggle. "Oh my goodness, it's so small! I can't believe I let you put that pathetic little thing inside of me! No, move your hand, don't try to cover it up, let me see it!"

"Ha, ha, ha, are you done joking around?" I got defensive.

"Who's joking?" she cackled, "ok, ok, ok, I'll give it a rest for now. Come here, sweetie...Wait," she held out her hand like a stop sign as I started towards her. "Get on your knees."

I looked at her quizzically. "Seriously?"

"On your hands and knees and crawl, bitch."

I did as told, having no idea where this game was going. When I reached her she already had a pair of handcuffs dangling from her finger. She ordered me to turn around, and promptly cuffed my hands behind my back. She stood up, grabbed a fistful of my hair and proceeded to walk me across the room on my knees to a chair. "Take a seat, bitch," she said, firmly.

She straddled my lap and pressed her body into mine, first teasing me with her breasts in my face, then standing up, lifting her skirt and pressing her panty covered pussy against my lips. "I had...the...biggest...cock, inside of there today."

"Say what?" I gasped.

My wife plunged back down into my lap and pressed her lips into mine, feeding me her slippery tongue for a passionate kiss. "If you be a good little bitch for me, you get presents, like that kiss. If you whine, complain, or otherwise piss me off, you know what you're gonna get?"

I shook my head, unable to speak.

She spit in my face, once, then twice, then slapped me. "That's what. Understand?"

"Yes," my voice was shaky.

"Good. Now I have something to tell you. I think you're gonna like it, and if not, well, tough shit. This is the way it is." she reached between my legs, grabbed my dick and began to stroke it slowly as she leaned over and purred into my ear, "I've been such a little slut, baby. While you've been off at work, I've been spreading my legs for everyone you know. How does that make you feel?"

"You're not serious?"

"Judging by how hard your pathetic little cock is getting, I'd say you enjoy that thought," she paused, then slapped me, "and don't ask me if I'm serious, just answer the question I asked you, bitch."

"Well, I, I, I don't know. You just dropped that one me like a pile of bricks."

"Oh, please. Don't act surprised. You know how horny I get, and you have to know that you have never once pleased me with your tiny little cock. What's a girl supposed to do? Remember the other night when we were talking about our fantasies and you admitted that you thought it would be hot to watch another man fuck me?"

"Yeah, but...we were speaking hypothetically...at least I thought we were."

My wife shook her head. "I've been fucking other people for the entire time we've been married. You're wife is a dirty little slut. How does that make you feel, huh?"

"Oh, fuck," I groaned as she tightened her grip on the stick and began stroking it faster.

"It turns you on, doesn't it? Admit it."

"It turns me on, baby," I panted.

"I knew it would. Even before we had our little talk, I found all of those porn sites you like in your browsing history. Cuckold this, and cuckold that. You were just dying to be my little cuckold bitch, weren't you?"

"You saw those?" I couldn't hide the 'oh shit' look on my face.

"That's right. I really liked them too. Not only do I get to fuck anybody I want, anytime I feel like it, but I get to make you the sissy little bitch I always knew you were, and best of all, I don't have to waste my time pretending to like having sex with you. I swear, it was like Christmas when I found out you were into this!"

"What are you saying?"

"No more pussy for you!" she smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead like a consolation prize.

"Wait a minute. Ok, I admit I get off on the idea of you fucking other men. But I wasn't looking to get cut off from sex! I mean all that sissy stuff, that was just..."

My wife silenced me with another kiss as she continued to keep me rock hard with her hand. "Don't worry, you'll get used to being my bitch. You see, you can't do this half way. It's all or nothing. And I know you don't want me to stop being a naughty little whore, now do you? Hmmm?"

The way she was working my cock over I was in no position to disagree. "No," I gulped. "Don't stop. I love you being a slut."

"I'm not going to stop regardless. I need a real man to fuck me. I have absolutely no use for this pathetic little cock of yours. The only question is if you're going to be included or not. And if you want me to share my dirty little stories of how I cheat on you, or if you ever want to see another man shove his big hard cock in my tight little pussy, then you have be a good little cuckold bitch. Understand?"

"Yes, baby. I'll do anything you want. Just please don't cut me off from sex!"

"You're asking a lot, you know? If I'm going to even consider ever letting you fuck me again, you're gonna have to prove to me that you know how to be a good bitch."

"Whatever you say, baby. Anything!" I pleaded.

She was stroking me fast and furious, keeping me right on the edge as she demanded, "You are not allowed to cum right now. If you cum, this conversation is over."

"I...I understand," I said, fighting the urge to release.

"I want you to know that I've been sleeping with all of your friends. I've been spreading my legs for your boss too, and most of your co-workers. I also sucked off every good looking guy in our apartment building. And they all fuck me so much better than you."

"When you said everyone I know, I didn't think you meant...I mean...oh fuck...you're..."

"Humiliating you? Yes, I know. That's part of the fun! We all had a good laugh when I told them how small your dick is and how you can't satisfy your wife. So no need to keep pretending you're a man, they all know what a little bitch you are, and they definitely know who runs things around here."

"This isn't what I had in mind when I agreed to this."

"Then why is your cock so hard? Why do you want to cum so bad right now? Just swallow your pride and admit what you are, my little cuckold bitch. Say it out loud, you'll feel better. Come on now."

"I'm your cuckold bitch," I moaned. "Baby, I wanna fuck you so bad right now. Please. Please just let me. I need it."

"Oh no, you aren't getting any that easy. Remember what I said about proving yourself?"

"Just tell me what to do, please," breathed. "Anything you want."

"Perfect," she released my dick and stood up. She raised her skirt and pushed the front of her panties to the side and pressed her clit against the tip of my nose. "I'm gonna see just how far you're willing to go for this tight, hot little pussy. "Get on your fucking knees, bitch."

I sunk to my knees and she drug me by the hair into the shower. She pulled her panties down from under her skirt, balled them up and shoved them in my mouth. She then raised one leg onto the side of the tub and positioned me so I was directly in front of her staring up at her pussy.

"We're going to play a little game now, and this is the prize if you win," Kim pulled her skirt up to her waist and parted her lips with her fingers. "Nod if you understand."

I nodded quickly.

I am going to give you some instructions. If you do what you're told, and perform each task that I ask of you to my satisfaction, you win a piece of my clothing. Simple. Do what you're told, and I take something off. If you get me completely naked, you win, and," my wife paused, rolled her eyes, and sighed, "I'll give you five minutes to do whatever you want with me."

I started counting articles of clothing. Top, skirt, bra, panties, stockings, shoes. Six tasks, I figured, I could handle that. How hard could it be? I nodded affirmative.

"Ok then," she smiled devilishly. "Task number one. If you complete it successfully, those panties in your mouth will stay off. Hesitate even for a second to do what I say, and they go right back on. Got it?"

"Mmm hmmm," I mumbled through her underwear crammed in my mouth.

"You know Harold from across the hall? He has a huge cock. And everyday before you come from work, I like to suck on it and let him cum in my mouth. He thinks it's hilarious that the first thing you do when you come home from work is kiss me and taste his cum on my lips. But today, while I was sucking our neighbors dick, I got so excited that I just had to have him fuck me. So he banged my little pussy all over our house and, well, usually he'd pull it out and cum all over my face, but then we got an idea to just have him cum in my pussy so that you could clean up after him!"

"Hmmm!?" I gasped.

"Ever since reading your cuckold websites I've just been in love with the idea of making you eat my pussy after another man fucked me. This is gonna be so hot. You're gonna eat this cream pie until I cum all over your fucking face, you little bitch. Got that?"

I nodded quickly so not to show exactly how hesitant I was.

My bride pulled her panties out of my mouth and set them side. The she released me from the cuffs so I could keep my balance. "But before you get started, I have to pee. Now open your mouth."

Before I could say a word her golden stream erupted and began splashing against my chest. "Get your face in there!" she demanded, "I wanna see it go in your mouth. Drink my piss, bitch."

I ducked my face into the stream and opened up, letting her fill my mouth. I don't know if I was more humiliated by the fact that I was being used in this way, or by the fact that I didn't hate it like I thought I should. She looked so hot that I found myself subconsciously playing with myself even as her urine ran down my chin.

When she demanded I lick her clean, I didn't hesitate. While I tongued her pussy and sucked on her clit, I was subjected to vivid stories of her cheating, the men she fucked, the way they fucked her, the kinky things they did together, and she never stopped short of reminding me how much better they were than me. "Even though your pathetic little cock is useless, I'll always have a use for your mouth!" was the closest thing to a compliment I was allowed.

When I finally brought her to orgasm, she informed me that I'd succeeded in the task set for me, and her panties would stay off. One down, five more articles of clothing to go -- I thought.

She ordered me to shower and use some mouthwash before coming out of the bathroom, and so I did. After refreshing myself I exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and she was not pleased.

"Fail!" she slapped me, then swiftly snatched my towel. "Don't try to hide that pathetic excuse for dick from me! And why are you standing up? Fail!" Kim slapped me again. "Get on your fucking knees, bitch. You don't walk upright in my presence! Stay on your knees where you belong!"

"I'm sorry," I said, dropping to my knees.

"You got that right. Now, I've picked out a pretty little outfit for you. It's laying on the bed. Put it on."

I crawled over to the bed and stared at the ensemble in disbelief. Lacy panties, a bra, and thigh-high's? "But this is lingerie!"

My wife rolled her eyes. "And what else would a sissy cuckold bitch like you be wearing, hmmm? This is cuckolding 101, duh! You're the one who was browsing all those cuckold websites, you should already know this. Besides, you really have no male qualities, so you're basically a girl anyway. Now put on your lingerie for me, sissy girl, before you lose your chance to win this game."

"This is humiliating," I noted, as I reluctantly slid into the panties.

"Awww, don't be like that. You know, I've never told you this, but I'm really into other girls. I think I'd be much more attracted to you as a woman, than as the sorry excuse for a man that you pretend to be." she lit a smoke and watched me intently as I dressed.

"Wait, what? You like girls? Like..."

"Like licking their pussies? Yes, like that," she laughed. "Remember when your cousin Jill stayed with us for a week? Every morning when you left for work I'd wake her up with my tongue in her pussy, and eat her out until she came all over my face. Then she'd put on a strap-on and fuck me in the ass all morning long until I couldn't even walk right."

"Wha...hold on, in your ass?" I gasped.

"Oh, yeah, I guess I never mentioned that either. I love anal. I let everybody I sleep with do me in the butt. In fact, I insist on it...I beg for it. Sorry I never got around to doing it with you, but what's the point, you don't know how to fuck anyway."

"This is so much to take in." I lamented, as I began sliding the thigh-high's up my legs.

"Just shut up and slide those stockings up your legs. It's actually kind of hot, watching you get all dolled up, my little sissy slut! I kind of like this. We're going to have to go shopping soon, I think I want you wearing lingerie all the time!"

"You're fucking with me, right?"

"Oh no, sweetie. We'll just shave those legs and get you all silky smooth, and I'll pick you out a wig, and do your make-up, and I'll dress you up like my slutty little doll so you'll look nice and pretty while you're sitting there watching my boyfriends fuck me. Who knows, maybe you'll be so pretty that they'll wanna fuck you too! I really like that idea."

"Can we change the subject now," I stared at the bra, puzzled.

"Here, let me help you with that. Put your arms in first and let me hook the back for you," My wife got the bra situated, then made me stand up and model the lingerie for her.

She laughed and teased me about how I made a better girl than a man, and then decided that from now on she'd be referring to me as her wife, rather than her husband.

She pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me. "I like you as a girl. Consider this a bonus," she said, as she kissed me.

I slid my hands up her silky, stocking covered thighs until I reached bare flesh and grabbed ahold of her ass as I kissed her back hungrily, hoping she'd forget this game and just let me have sex with her, even if I did have to do it dressed in lingerie.

But she broke off the kiss and shook her head. "That's a shame. You were about to win another piece of my clothing, but I didn't give you permission to touch me, and rules are rules."

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