Oh, Ronnie!

This is a brief story that's been bouncing around my brain for a while. If you're looking for one sex scene after another you should look elsewhere. There's not much sex in this story—just enough to make the story interesting. Of course, all participants in sexual activities are adults—above the age of 18. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sr. Longo

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"Oh Ronnie...Ronnie...come here, will you?" I knew she was just being polite. It was a joke she liked to play on me. "And, Ronnie...bring the 'demonstrator.' You know the one...your favorite." She finished with a hearty laugh. Why not? The joke was on me and, worst of all, there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it. I trudged into the bedroom, stooping to pick up the bag from her closet floor. Her closet! Who was I kidding? This was HER bedroom. Everything in it was HERS. Nothing in here was mine. MY stuff was jammed into the tiny closet and dresser in our smallest bedroom—the one we used for our home office. There was barely room for the desk, chair, and a file cabinet. That meant that I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor.

Gail's friends were laughing wildly when I walked onto the back porch. Gail was regaling them on the incredible abilities of her latest lover, Jacob Green, M.D. He was taller than me at six feet three inches and heavier at 215 pounds. He was an athlete—basketball and track were how he paid his way through a Big Ten university until he received a scholarship to medical school. None of that mattered to my wife. All she wanted was his huge black cock.

I was anything but an alpha male physically. I was only five feet nine inches tall, slender—okay, skinny--with slightly hunched shoulders, weighing only 148 pounds naked, but 160 clothed. I know that seems like my clothes were heavy so maybe I should explain.

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I'd thought we had a good marriage. Dear God—how many times have you read that? I was doing extremely well with my own business as a certified public accountant while Gail, my wife of seven years worked as an elementary school teacher. We still made love at least three times a week and more if we rented porn on the weekend. Then I discovered online porn. It was free and it was available twenty-four hours a day.

I started to stay up later than Gail, watching porn for maybe half an hour at first. It wasn't long before I found myself rubbing my hard cock and in less than two weeks, I found that I was jerking off at least twice a week. It was every night less than a month later. Our sex life dwindled to the weekends, but I never thought that Gail would catch on—not until she did.

It was a Wednesday in December around 11:30 when I was almost there, stroking wildly to "Barbara Broadcast," a porn classic from the theater of the absurd. "Well," I heard from the doorway. "This explains a lot." Gail was leaning against the doorframe while her left hand played with her right nipple through her nightgown. My face had turned red and I tried to turn to cover my cock and hide my masturbation.

"Don't stop on my account," she said. "It would be a shame to waste all of that effort. Go ahead. I want to see you spurt. Come on...DO IT!!! She had practically screamed at me. I took my six-inch cock in my hand, tightening my grip, and stroked faster and faster, my lust fighting my embarrassment for dominance and winning in the end until my abdomen was covered in my spunk. I was about to wipe it off until Gail told me, "Leave it there!" For some reason I obeyed, even wiping my hand over my chest as Gail led me to bed. Back then I was still sleeping in our bed and our room.

Surprisingly, she didn't say another word about it. I thought at first that the issue was dead. I had stopped staying up late in the hope that she would forget and eventually forgive me. Surprisingly, she never had sex with me again. I was rebuffed every time I asked until Gail finally just told me to go jerk off at the computer. "You might as well. You seem to enjoy that more than you enjoy me." I felt bad, but she refused all of my advances. Then, about three months after her discovery, I found out why.

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I had gotten home late—tax season—and I was really beat. The lights were off downstairs and I trudged up to the second floor slowly. I noticed immediately that our bedroom was illuminated only by candles set on the night stands and the dressers. There, in the middle of our bed was my wife lying in a sexy pose and wearing a sheer red teddy. "Come here," she whispered. "It's time. I'm going to give you something you'll remember for a very long time...maybe forever." Then she laid back and spread her legs. Her pussy was as bare as the day she was born and, even in this dim light I could see the droplets—the telltale signs of her arousal. I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough.

I was kneeling between her legs when she held up a glass of wine. "Let's have a toast, shall we? Let's drink to our future." I took the glass, touched it to Gail's and drank. I finished the glass and handed it back to her. Then I felt it—the overwhelming fatigue. Gail just pushed me to my side of the bed and whispered, "I promised you an unforgettable night and that's exactly what you're going to get, but first...." My eyes were barely open when I saw the bathroom door open and a big black man walk to our bed. He was naked with his big cock erected as he sat and leaned forward to kiss my wife then everything faded to darkness until the following morning.

Gail was awake when I opened my eyes. "What the hell happened last night, Gail? I drank the wine and started to fall asleep. Just before I did, I dreamt that I saw a naked black man sit on our bed and kiss you."

Gail laughed. "That was no dream. That was Jacob, my lover. I promised you a night you'd never forget and that's exactly what I've given you. Now pay close attention. See this device. I call it a 'demonstrator.' Watch what happens when I push this bratwurst into it. Okay. See these three flaps? They lie flat on top of the bratwurst and everything is fine as long as the brat stays where it is."

"What's the point of this, Gail? I have to take a leak."

"Just be patient. I'll show you right now. Watch what happened to the bratwurst when I try to pull it out of the cylinder." She pulled and as she did the sharp flaps caught on the brat's upper surface slicing it into three pieces. It was grisly, but it was about to get much worse.

"I'm showing you this so you'll understand that YOUR bratwurst is staying exactly where it is right now. It's not coming out until I say it is." She fingered a small shiny key on a chain around her neck that I hadn't noticed before as she began to pull the blanket off my body. There on my cock and balls was a device obviously made of stainless steel that I recognized from my late-night online searches. It was a cock cage. It was a tight fit around my cock and I noticed the three sharp flaps that ensured my captivity flat against the upper surface of my penis immediately.

"They're called 'anti-pullout pins' in case you're interested and they cost you more than two hundred bucks. I'd say they're worth every penny. You're in there until I release you. I even had to sign a waiver saying that I wouldn't hold the company responsible for any damage done to your cock, not that it would be much of a loss."

I'd had enough of this game. I reached out and tore the chain from Gail's neck. She just laughed. "You must think I'm an idiot. The real keys are in a safe deposit box in a bank in the city. How many banks in the city...any idea? There must be thousands, not that it would matter. Only I can open it. That little stunt is going to cost you another thirty days of chastity. That means you now have ninety...ninety days of vacation for your cock. However, I'll be getting laid every night...by Jacob. You'll be here watching and taking notes...learning how to be a decent lover. Would you believe that I had more orgasms the first time I fucked Jacob that I've had in seven years with you. Yes, Ronnie...I've faked every one...every single one. But, don't worry. I'm not interested in a divorce. Jacob's good for fucking, but not for marrying and you'll be an even better husband once you're trained properly. You can begin right now. Take your leak then you can make my breakfast and bring it to me in bed. Get moving!"

To emphasize her orders, she reached out to give my pale white ass a good smack. The noise reverberated in our bedroom as I yelped in pain. She wasn't any bigger than me, but we both knew she was stronger—the result of many hours at the gym while I was stuck at a desk earning the money that maintained our high-end lifestyle. "By the way, you'll probably want to sit down while you pee. You'll be cleaning up any spillage with your tongue," she spit out with a vitriol I had never imagined she had possessed. She was laughing crazily by the time I had reached the bathroom door.

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That was how it began—how I became a chaste cuckold. After serving her breakfast she told me to clean up the kitchen, then dust and vacuum the rooms on the first floor. I balked until she began to count. "Ninety-one...ninety-two...ninety-three...." She was at ninety-five when I finally jumped up and trotted out of the room. "While you're at it, I want you to be naked while you work. I want to be able to see your new adornment. It's so pretty and so very effective." I dropped my clothes into the hamper and went to the kitchen to begin my servitude, but I wasn't giving in—not yet and probably not ever. I just needed time—time to plan and time to put that plan into effect.

I had to serve her lunch on the rear deck and she made me lick her pussy while she ate. "How does that taste, cucky boy? Jacob dropped two big loads into me while you were sleeping last night. Incidentally, that wasn't the first night you were drugged. I had to measure your little cock three different times in order to get it to fit right—snugly, but not too tight. It wouldn't do to choke off the blood supply and have it fall off, now would it?" Then she rubbed my balls with her bare foot, laughing when I grimaced in pain as my flesh swelled against the prison's bars. "Did they make it a bit too tight, darling cucky?"

That night was my first real exposure to Jacob. She made me answer the door while I was naked. From there the evening went downhill fast. She made me serve them drinks and call them "Sir" and "Ma'am." Gail had come into the living room wearing only a short and almost transparent nightgown I had bought her for last Valentine's Day. Until now she had refused to wear it, calling it "indecent." Apparently, it was only indecent for me. Jacob appeared to love it. My cock swelled against its prison bars, something Gail noticed immediately.

"Oh my, you seem to be a bit uncomfortable, darling. Too bad you won't be getting out of there for another ninety-eight days."

"Don't you mean ninety-five?"

"I mean whatever I say. Maybe I'll say 'two hundred.' Would you like that? Just think of how much porn you could watch in that time. Doesn't that idea appeal to you?"

'No...Ma'am. I've lost interest in porn...Ma'am."

"Just as I've lost interest in you...well, in fucking you, anyway. Feel free to find another woman like one of those porn stars you've been drooling over. While you're just standing there why don't you get us some drinks? I'll have a Chardonnay and Jacob just loves that Johnny Walker Blue you're so proud of."

"While you're at it, why don't you get us some cheese and crackers. I saw some great cheddar in there last night," Jacob added. Then, grabbing Gail by her waist he pulled her onto his lap. I could see their lust-laden kiss as I turned the corner to the kitchen. Johnny Walker Blue! He would like the most expensive whiskey I owned. I was tempted to do something about it, but stopped those thoughts when I remembered Gail's counting.

I served their drinks on a silver tray with cut cheese and crackers on a dish of our finest china in the center. I had been about to leave when Gail broke the kiss to give me further instructions. "Go upstairs and turn down the bed. Take one of the dining room chairs with you. I'll tell you where I want you when Jacob and I get up there."

They arrived about half an hour later, both naked and Gail's breasts showing several bite marks that would undoubtedly be hickeys by tomorrow morning. Fortunately, they wouldn't be seen when she went to work. She stopped at her dresser and opened a drawer. "Here; I bought these just for you. Put them on. You'll wear panties from now on." I pulled them up my legs even as I wondered how much worse it could get. I found out a few seconds later when I was told to get Jacob hard. I would have thought that would be Gail's job, but I guessed not. I stroked him for about a minute until his black cock was more than eight inches long and about twice as thick as mine was. Then I had to watch closely as Gail's pussy lips slowly stretched around the large black organ.

I knew that there were plenty of guys with bigger cocks than mine and I wasn't surprised that she would choose someone bigger, but how much of this did I have to endure? A lot more, apparently. Twenty minutes later I was required to clean her sweaty cum-filled pussy and his wilting cock—not with a towel, but with my tongue. It was just the first of many humiliating lickings to come.

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Not surprisingly, my situation deteriorated swiftly from that point on. I had to move into the home office so she and Jacob would have some privacy. After all, a queen doesn't share her bed with the staff. Luckily, tax season was reaching its climax so I was home less and less. I still had to endure several embarrassing phone calls almost every day. Then came the Saturday afternoon when she invited her friends over for drinks. I was dressed in a polo and shorts, but not for long, when she summoned me to the deck.

I had handed Gail the bag and then she sent me to the kitchen for a bratwurst. Still laughing, she jokingly told the women," Now, I don't want you thinking that he's as big as this bratwurst, because he's not and he never will be, but more about that in a bit." She pushed the sausage into the cylinder and showed what would happen if someone—think "me"—pulled his sausage out. Then she had me drop my shorts to expose my pink panties as almost all of the women roared hilariously with laughter that only got worse when Gail ripped the panties from my body.

The hilarity stopped suddenly and completely when Gail's younger sister, Amy, screamed, "What the hell's wrong with you, Gail? Jeez, so he jerked off and watched porn. Big deal; he's a guy. Maybe you should have kept him more interested instead of spreading your legs for some black guy with a big dick. You're sick, Gail...just fucking sick and the rest of you aren't any better." Amy stomped off after delivering a hard, resounding slap to her older sister's cheek. Gail's face showed a red bruise hours later.

"Yeah, well, not only does he have a big cock, but he also has a new Porsche convertible and he's going to take me for a joyride next weekend. I bet we're going to hit a hundred...maybe even more. I can't see my loser husband doing that for me." She was right. I'd never waste my money on such an extravagant car nor would I risk my life by driving so recklessly.

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The next week was more of the same, but now I was at the height of the tax season so I was hardly ever home until late Saturday night—almost midnight. I was surprised to see a Sheriff's car at the curb as I pulled into the garage. The deputies walked purposefully up to the house. "Are you related to a Gail Masters?"

"Yes, Deputy...she's my wife. Why? Is there some problem? Is she okay?"

"I'm sorry to tell you, but she's been in an automobile accident. She died at the scene. I don't have any more information, but I'm sure you can get a copy of the accident report by tomorrow noon at the Sheriff's Office. Do you know how she knew a Dr. Jacob Green?"

"Yeah, unfortunately. He was her boyfriend. They were fucking and throwing it in my face on a daily basis. I pray to God he was killed, too...hopefully suffering a painful death."

"I understand how you feel, sir. I can't comment on his condition one way or the other. Whatever happened will be in the report. Good night, sir...sorry for your loss." He and the other deputy shook my hand and turned to leave. I went inside. I knew I'd have a lot of work to do—work I was actually looking forward to.

After notifying the mortuary, I made the necessary phone calls first to Gail's parents who couldn't believe that their illustrious first born was dead. They demanded details. "All I can tell you is that she was killed in an automobile accident and that she was a passenger in a car driven by a doctor. I don't have any more information. I'm supposed to get the accident report from the Sheriff sometime tomorrow, hopefully before noon although I have no idea how complete it will be." Her father, especially, wasn't satisfied. "I'll try to get more information," I told him. "Hopefully, I'll have it by the time of the wake. I'm really sorry, but I think I should phone Amy now and then I'll need to contact her boss. It's a real tragedy." He agreed and I ended the call.

My call to Amy was short. Amy lived with her parents, but she was out with friends on a Saturday night. She just said, "Oh...let me know when the wake and funeral will be, will you, Ronnie?" I agreed and rung off. I'd left the easiest for last—telling her principal. I didn't envy his job—telling her students would be incredibly difficult. I wondered how he'd feel if he knew what a total slut his prize teacher was. For some reason I was able to sleep well once I had changed the sheets on what was once again my bed.

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I anticipated that my visit to the Sheriff's Office would be lengthy. I had a lot of questions and I was sure that the investigating deputies would have a few for me, too. I was right on both counts. I obtained a copy of the report and was reading through it while waiting for the chief investigator to see me. He introduced himself as Lieutenant Bingham. We shook hands and a minute later we were in his office.

"Lieutenant, there are a few things in the report that aren't too clear. Can you tell me exactly what happened?"

"First, can you tell me where you were last night?"

I laughed as I pulled a business card from my wallet. "I'm a CPA. Today is March 29^th. This time of the year I probably spend fourteen hours a day seven days a week in the office. That's where I was until about twenty minutes before I met your deputies last night. I even ate at my desk with several of my staff—take-out pizza. If you don't believe me you can check with the alarm company. They'll have a record of when I logged out. I don't quite know how I could have organized an accident. I don't even know how to change the oil in my car and I've never been under the hood of a Porsche. It does have a hood, doesn't it?"

He nodded before continuing. "I understand that you knew about the affair. Why didn't you do anything about it?"

"Damn good question," I answered and then I told him, even showing him my trapped genitals. I finished by telling him that I was just over halfway to being released, assuming that Gail was being honest with me, which I seriously doubted. "She made me a virtual slave. I cooked. I cleaned, I cleaned her after she fucked that asshole. So, yes, I had a motive—a damned good one--but I had no opportunity and, even if I did, I'd have no idea what to do. Now...are you going to tell me about the accident?"

He took a deep breath and blew it out. "It looks like the steering somehow jammed and suddenly turned his car into the median and the concrete barrier. He was doing well over the speed limit at the time...at least eighty from our preliminary investigation. The car flipped over several times as it crossed over the three lanes to the trees on the other side of the road. Witnesses told us that the car flipped at least six times although there's no way to know for sure.