Getting to Meet Mike

All of my stories feature elements of Female domination, male chastity, cuckolding and/or bisexuality. If that's not 'your bag', that's fine.... Don't read the story

My wife has been unfaithful to me for almost a year. Don't get me wrong, I was a willing participant in her infidelity. I had given her a free pass to cuckold me whenever she chose and when Mike started working with her, she had seen an opportunity to make my twisted fantasy a reality.

Their relationship had progressed from office flirtation to office fucking after only a few months. Mike was married with two small children. Lauren had told me that although he still loved his wife, things had become stale in their sex life and when offered a beautiful and sexy 'other woman', who was also married and therefore complication-free, he had jumped in with both feet.

Lauren had explained fairly early on in their relationship that I was aware of her cheating and made it clear that I had given permission. As the months went on, she took delight in confessing to me what details she had shared about our own relationship with Mike.

"I was telling Mike all about your chastity today," she teased one day, "I told him that sometimes I keep you locked up and denied for weeks and weeks at a time. He thought I was joking at first!"

Knowing that not only someone else, but specifically the guy fucking my wife knew of my submission was both humiliating and impossibly, a turn-on.

"But then when I showed him the pictures..."

"You didn't?" I stuttered unbelieving.

"Yes, of course I did" she smiled "Well, only a couple actually". She had taken out her mobile phone and flicked through her photo album quickly to show me two photos of my locked penis. In the first of them I was naked, but in the second I was clearly wearing panties and stockings and my heart sank.

"What? What did he say?" I asked, shocked at her reckless behaviour.

"Oh, he had a good laugh at first but to be honest, I'm not totally sure he believes me." She admitted.

A month or so after that she had made me dress up in a French maid's uniform to cook her dinner. It had started as a punishment/dare and as we had all day to ourselves I had happily gone along with it. I was wearing white stockings and heels as well as my uniform and was busy at the stove, oblivious to her presence when I heard the unmistakeable click of a photo being taken.

"What the fuck?" I demanded as she stood in the doorway, camera poised for more photos.

"Oh don't worry," she soothed "I want a couple of pictures to make into memes to post on Tumblr." She told me to stand facing her and lift my skirt and expose my chastity cage and I reluctantly complied.

"Be careful not to get my face in the shot." I warned.

"Oh no... This isn't for a meme now," she explained as she took the photo. "I want this one to show Mike on Monday." She laughed as my mouth fell open.

"He knows you're a little Sissy, Chris, I just want to show him how much of a Sissy you actually are"

"Oh no, please don't Lauren, that's taking it too far." I protested weakly.

"What's up Chrissy? You don't have any objection with Mike fucking me, or my sucking his dick but now that he's gonna see you dressed up, you have reservations? Well, it's too late for that" She seemed determined to enjoy my discomfort and was still laughing.

I never knew exactly what she had told Mike or what photos she had shown him. Part of me sometimes doubted that she had been so candid and thought that he was probably totally unaware I was a sissy. I thought that she was making up her disclosures to him to tease and humiliate me and that was certainly a possibility. Of course, another part of me, relished the thought that she was showing her new lover photos of me dressed as a French maid and found the inherent embarrassment exciting and erotic.

Early on in their relationship, I actually wondered if she had invented Mike, if he was a construct of her imagination that she could use as to make me jealous and satisfy my cuckold fantasy.

The first time she had come home with a hot creampie freshly seeping through her panties, my doubts about Mike were dispelled. She made me pull her panties down and taste her sopping pussy, kneeling in the kitchen. That I did it made her cum so hard she nearly fell over.

Still, I doubted exactly what he knew about me though so it was a complete surprise on Tuesday last week when she announced that Mike was taking her out for a date.

And that they would be coming home here to meet me!

"But I thought the whole deal with you and Mike was no complications?

I thought it wouldn't be more than him fucking you in the office?" I asked dumbfounded.

"And you're right for the most part," she hesitated, and then continued

"But I've been planning to introduce you two for a while now so we came up with a little plan between us, and Mike's wife thinks he's away for the night attending a meeting in Birmingham."

"So, are we going somewhere together, the three of us? Won't that just be awkward?" I reasoned.

"Oh baby, that's not what's gonna happen at all." She looked at me as she said,

"Mike and I are gonna go for something to eat, maybe a drink, and then we're going to come back here where you'll be wearing your little maid's uniform." She explained to my incredulous face.

"Oh no..." I began.

"Oh fucking yes" she said firmly. "You'll bring us drinks and watch him fuck me because I know that's what you want, isn't it?"

"Baby, you know it turns me on to think of you with another guy but.... Jeez, that may be going too far, you know?" I reasoned.

"Listen, in a few days, you're going to meet Mike and have your perverted cuckold fantasy come to life. He really is good, you know?" she added, "And, because I know my pathetic small-dicked, panty-wearing, cock-locked husband gets off on being humiliated, I'm gonna show Mike just how much of a sissy you are!"

The next few days were mental torture for me. Lauren continued to tease me mercilessly, reminding me that she intended to make the experience humiliating and embarrassing for me.

When Saturday, the day of the date came around, she gave me strict instructions that she expected to be followed. She had me ensure I was smooth and shaved completely and then told me to add long false nails to my fingers. Lauren had never wished to see me wearing make-up but she insisted that my toenails were always painted; now she wanted to add fingernails as well.

Just before seven she asked me to join her in the shower. She unlocked my chastity cage and mocked my erect penis as I stood washing her hair. I hadn't cum for almost three weeks and felt weak with lust.

She stroked my cock with just two fingers, laughing at my reaction.

"This is not going to compare favourably with Mike's later, you know?" she commented laughing.

After I finished in the shower and Lauren was drying her hair, I looked around and reached for my chastity cage.

"Not that one sweetie," Lauren corrected.

"What do you mean?" I asked surprised and confused.

"I want you to wear the smaller one tonight!" She said quietly and I saw that she had brought out one of my other cages. I had bought it ages ago, fascinated with smaller cages and how they felt. It was too small and uncomfortable to wear for too long and we always returned to the same cage for long term day-to-day wear.

"Oh fuck Lauren," I stammered. "That one's really small you know?"

She just grinned and pointed at my stirring cock.

"Go on then, tell me you don't want to wear it, I dare you!"

I had stepped out of the shower small and flaccid, but now the thought of squeezing into this smaller cage... The thought that Mike would see me so emasculated was causing me to twitch and stiffen. I blushed at my own reaction and train of thought. Lauren had clearly anticipated my reaction and insisted I squeeze into the smaller cage.

It took a while before my fumbling fingers could make myself fit into the tiny chastity cage, the long nails hindering my efforts and when I succeeded my penis looked exactly like the clit my wife had named it.

Lauren had laid out my maid's uniform as well as a matching black bra, panties and suspenders set she had bought me. I had been so thrilled to receive this beautiful lingerie from my wife at the time but had never expected to be wearing it to meet her boyfriend; I wondered now if she had foreseen this.

As soon as she was ready, she left to meet Mike. They had apparently agreed to meet at a local restaurant first to make meeting me the highlight of the night. I had several hours alone in the house and struggled to find anything to take my mind off the night ahead. Lauren had forbidden me to change and I felt very self-conscious.

Predictably, I gravitated to the computer and began to graze Tumblr and other porn sites, my cock (my clit?) trying to get hard in its even smaller than usual prison.

Around eleven my 'phone pinged to let me know I had received a text.

"TEN MINUTES" Short and to the point from my wife.

I looked over the house to make sure everything was in order and then stood nervously in the kitchen, waiting for them. It was exactly ten minutes later that I heard Lauren's keys in the door and an unfamiliar man's voice. I could hardly breathe as Lauren walked into the kitchen and laughed, closely followed by Mike. She turned back to him and said,

'Mike Parsons, I'd like to introduce you to... Should I say my husband? Or my maid?" She had clearly been drinking a little.

"Hello Cucky" Mike said laughing quietly.

He was a little taller than me, broad across the chest and I guessed he was about ten years younger.

I didn't know how to respond and so stood there mutely conscious of my ridiculously short maids uniform, blushing as they looked at me.

"Oh Chrissy," Lauren criticised, "It's usual for 'the help' to curtsy when a man addresses them."

I hoped she was joking at first but the look on her face told me she was not and I panicked, not wanting to move.

"Well?' she asked quietly.

I tucked one ankle behind the other and dipped quickly instinctively grabbing my skirt as I did. I honestly have never felt so embarrassed but suspected that worse was to come. Mike just laughed.

"Let's not loiter in the kitchen all night," Lauren took Mike's arm and guided him away.

"There's wine in the fridge Chrissy," she said turning, "Bring it and three glasses upstairs and we'll get this party started."

I heard her leading Mike upstairs to 'our' bedroom and quickly did as I was told. I opened the bottle swiftly and grabbed three glasses. I then followed them upstairs feeling a mix of nausea and excitement as I did.

When I walked into the bedroom, Mike was lying back on our bed, shoes off and occupying my usual position and Lauren was standing by the window.

I was naturally very self-conscious and nervous and busied myself pouring the wine. As I stepped around the bed to pass her a glass, Lauren said

"Help me off with this dress please honey?"

She quickly removed the dress she had been wearing with my assistance and stood brazenly in only her bra and panties. She turned to face Mike,

"Do you like what you see?" she asked posing coquettishly.

"Yes, very much but I suspect I'd like it better if you took those off." He replied smoothly.

"Oh let's not rush this." She told him. "I wore this underwear especially for you; you should at least take the time to appreciate it"

She turned to me, stood waiting patiently and asked,

"It's nice to wear pretty underwear isn't it Chrissy?"

I didn't know how to react or even if she expected me too but she quickly continued saying,

"Why don't you slip your dress off too, so that we can appreciate your underwear too Chrissy?" She was smiling evilly enjoying my discomfort. As much as I had been reluctant to wear the maid's uniform in front of Mike and her, I had never expected to be asked to remove it.

"I really don't think..." I began but Lauren interrupted,

"Do as you're told Chrissy, I've told Mike all about how I lock your little clitty in a steel cage and he can't really see it at the moment can he?"

I looked dumbfounded between them and got the impression they had planned this moment. Slowly, I lifted the dress over my head and then dropped it to the side, now standing in my bra and panties in front of a stranger and my wife. My face felt like it was burning and I was breathing heavy.

"And slip off those panties too; show Mike how small your clitty is"

It would be impossible to explain, especially in light of how humiliating it was to meet my wife's lover wearing a maid's uniform, how hard it was to remove my panties and expose my caged cock to Mike. Sliding the flimsy lacy material down my stockinged legs and exposing my chastity cage seemed to remove my last shred of self-respect and I burned with shame and confusion.

"Are you going to tell your husband about our bet?" Mike asked Lauren.

"Oh, I'd almost forgotten," she replied, unconvincingly.

"Mike and I had a bet earlier..." She began and I felt my pulse race in anticipation.

"I told him that you hadn't cum for a while and I told him that you would probably leap at the chance, even if it meant using my wand vibrator to cum in your cage" She explained. As the thought of what she was suggesting began to settle in, she added,

"Even if it meant doing it in front of Mike?"

I swallowed compulsively as I imagined the scenario she was suggesting.

"I said there was no way you could do that if you couldn't get a hard-on," Mike added laughing, "And now that I see that cock cage, there really is no question of you getting hard, is there 'Chrissy?'"

Mike using my pseudonym seemed surreal and my head was swimming as I contemplated using Lauren's wand to cum. I had made myself orgasm in chastity with her wand before but in my usual slightly roomier chastity cage and only in front of Lauren. The thought of humiliating myself in front of Mike...

"Of course, I told Mike that if you didn't feel the need to cum, then I'd probably leave you denied for at least another month." Lauren threatened.

She had opened her bedside drawer while we were talking and had removed the wand in question. It lay at the bottom of the bed now and I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

"Take a seat Chrissy." She instructed and I sat in the chair we keep at the bottom of our bed. Red-faced, I reached over and picked up the wand as Lauren settled onto the bed next to Mike.

Mike and Lauren sat back as relaxed as if they were at the movies as I held the wand against my chastity cage and felt the strong vibrations as I turned it on and held it against locked cock. The cage I was wearing did not allow me to get hard at all, and I worried if I could actually manage to cum. I closed my eyes and concentrated hard on the feeling coursing through my body.

"I told you the little slut would go for it" she told Mike.

I turned the wand a little higher and tried to block out their conversation and imagine they were not there. The vibrations felt good and I pressed the wand firmly against the metal of the cage.

I kept my eyes closed and was secretly glad I had been chaste for such a long time because I felt that it might actually be possible to cum like this.

"It's been a while since Chrissy had a so-called normal orgasm actually, she prefers to cum like a good little girl now, don't you Chrissy?" Lauren asked trying to get a response.

An involuntary moan escaped my lips after a few minutes and Lauren told Mike,

"Looks like I might win the bet, Lover"

"Well, to be fair, he only knows about half of the bet," Mike replied and I couldn't help but lose focus a little to pay attention to what they were saying.

I kept the wand against my cage as Lauren replied.

"Oh yes, I'd totally forgotten about that part." She said theatrically,

"Shall I tell him the rest?"

Their whole conversation sounded false and rehearsed and I tensed, knowing they were setting me up for more humiliation.

"Mike and I started talking about you and your fantasies earlier and I told him about the dildo you call "Mike's cock'. I told him how you fuck me with it and how you lick it before sliding it inside me" As she said this she reached over and took the dildo from the drawer to show Mike.

"This is 'Mike's cock, isn't it Chrissy?" She said to me, holding it up.

"Shall we see how it compares to the real thing?" as she said this, Mike was already getting up from the bed. He slid his jeans and boxers down and removed his shirt. I sat with the wand still pulsing against my straining cock while he undressed and couldn't help but squirm as the situation took a sharp turn.

Mike returned to the bed naked and held the dildo up against his cock smugly.

"Looks like you underestimated me?" he said smugly.

"So anyway," Lauren continued, "I bet Mike that you wouldn't cum, or try to anyway, if you knew that the price was sucking Mike's cock!" And now, they both laughed as my face fell.

I looked between them, down to Mike's semi-erect penis and then at the dildo he still had in his hands.

"No, no Chrissy, you don't get off that light. If you want to cum, and clearly you do..." She nodded towards the wand which I still held pressed against my cage, "I expect you to get Mike ready for me. What's that expression in those videos you like, I want you to be my Fluffer!"

I was totally unprepared for this and my mind raced as I contemplated what she was suggesting. I was so desperate to cum, especially since the vibrating wand had turned my body to jelly and I knew that I had in the past licked and swallowed Mike's semen from my wife's pussy. How much worse could this be? They both sat enjoying my hesitation and reluctance but I think they knew (as did I subconsciously) what the final choice would be.

With a dry mouth, I lifted the wand from my cage, and started to slide forward.

Lauren saw the acceptance in my face and knew she had won but once again she chose to up the stakes and exercise her mean imagination.

"No, not yet Chrissy." She said, stopping me and then turned to Mike,

"Oh my god, she's eager isn't she?"

He just laughed at my impossible situation and she continued.

"You don't get to suck his cock now, not when you're all horny and frustrated and, let's be honest, would probably agree to do anything... I want you to make yourself cum as pathetically as you're trying hard to do now. And I want you do it willingly in front of the man that's going to fuck your wife soon.

And then once your clitty has creamed and you're losing your desire, that's when I want you to suck his cock and get him nice and hard for me!" she finished.

She had clearly thought hard about this and knew that once I had climaxed, sucking Mike's cock would be even more humiliating and unpleasant.

"Off you go!" She encouraged.

I returned the wand to my aching cock again, still shamefully determined to cum if I could. It had become the sole focus of my thoughts. It seemed more difficult to get to 'that place' this time and, once again, I closed my eyes and tried to ignore Mike and Lauren.

I turned the wand a fraction higher with one hand and unconsciously pressed the plug in my bottom with the other. It felt delicious and I could feel an orgasm building as I pushed the plug in and out.

Obviously Lauren wasn't going to let this happen without comment and I heard her say to Mike,

"Look at the little slut! She just loves anal penetration."

I tried to shut her out mentally but then she told Mike,

"She likes it when I fuck her with 'Mike's cock', you know?" she was laughing again. "She cums so hard when 'Mike's cock' is inside her, don't you Chrissy?"

Mike was laughing freely now, both at her snide comments and my squirming in front of them. I was breathing heavy and panting knowing I was going to tip over soon and I pressed the wand harder than ever against my cage.