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My Spouse
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Straight Male / 36
Maybe I DO Have A "death-wish"
My wife has always been willing to take me to bed every night, inescapably confined in a long bag of rubberized canvas, using my protruding cock on occasion...now she grumbles about making love to a fucking rubber bag, and gave me an ultimatum...I could have as much bag-time as I want, maybe a lot more than I want, but only if she can let a male co-worker move in with us, to satisfy her need for 'plain vanilla' intercourse. Then she broke it to me that he was bi, and would really enjoy her ceding all control over me, to him - permanently.
I had the choice of cooperating, with unquestioning obedience, or moving out until the divorce, which would take me for everything, based on my "unacceptable perversions" plus the tell-all she would post on every conceivable social media outlet which would make it very difficult to obtain employment, or attract any kind of normal woman...I might even end up as a street person, she delighted in telling me.
Anyway, submissive coward that I am, I chose to cooperate...now I am kept in the bag, every hour that I am not out earning my salary, which now goes straight into her account, by the way.
Her co-worker is a real Alpha male, and really loves the unlimited power and control he now has over me. She does not have a fraction of the appetite he has, and when she has had enough, he has to turn to me, for endless cock-sucking via the air-tight nylon zipper across my mouth, which is only ever open when his need is present...
Weekends and holidays are sheer hell, and I may be one of the few working stiffs that actually looks forward to Monday mornings...and dreads the TGIF syndrome...
To be honest though, I am slowly getting used to the arrangement, as I lie helpless in our bed, aware of every noise, every action right next to me...this surely must be one of the most extreme cuckold situations imaginable...but he is a wickedly good wanker, who loves to drive me crazy by withholding orgasm to insane levels, while they both savor my muffled unintelligible cries of distress.
I had the choice of cooperating, with unquestioning obedience, or moving out until the divorce, which would take me for everything, based on my "unacceptable perversions" plus the tell-all she would post on every conceivable social media outlet which would make it very difficult to obtain employment, or attract any kind of normal woman...I might even end up as a street person, she delighted in telling me.
Anyway, submissive coward that I am, I chose to cooperate...now I am kept in the bag, every hour that I am not out earning my salary, which now goes straight into her account, by the way.
Her co-worker is a real Alpha male, and really loves the unlimited power and control he now has over me. She does not have a fraction of the appetite he has, and when she has had enough, he has to turn to me, for endless cock-sucking via the air-tight nylon zipper across my mouth, which is only ever open when his need is present...
Weekends and holidays are sheer hell, and I may be one of the few working stiffs that actually looks forward to Monday mornings...and dreads the TGIF syndrome...
To be honest though, I am slowly getting used to the arrangement, as I lie helpless in our bed, aware of every noise, every action right next to me...this surely must be one of the most extreme cuckold situations imaginable...but he is a wickedly good wanker, who loves to drive me crazy by withholding orgasm to insane levels, while they both savor my muffled unintelligible cries of distress.
- That's Juicy! 10
- Remove It! 5
