Making and breaking of a cuckold – 18 The bar B que

The doorbell rang. Here we go. I looked like a complete fucking idiot dressed in my leather harness with my middle aged belly hanging over the jockstrap. I opened the door and there stood Miss Christy, looking rather lovely I had to say dressed for a pool party, with her handsome young boyfriend.

“Hello Miss Christy”, I said then fell to my knees and kissed her feet as I knew would be expected of me. Then I waited for her instructions.

“Faggot, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend Mark. That’s Mister Jones to you trash can. Kiss his shoes”. I did, of course then waited again.

“What is this Christy? Why is this weirdo kissing my shoes?”

“Don’t worry Mark, this is peepee and he’s the slave of Gemma and Max. He used to be married to Gemma but now he’s her cuckold”

“What the fuck is a cuckold Christy?”

“Well, basically, peepee here is sexually inadequate as a husband cause he’s got a 4 inch cock, according to Gemma, and that’s on the horn. Yes, 4 inches! So, Gemma now denies him access to her pussy and she has decided to fuck Max only. His only access to her pussy is to clean it of Max’s ejaculate”.