Making and breaking of a cuckold – 19 The bar B que two

“I have accepted your right to have sex with Sir Max Your Highness so I don’t have a problem with it”.

“I’m not talking about me you idiot, I’m talking about you. The marital bond should be sacrosanct for you but you chose to break it by having sex with my sister; well, with her feet, anyway”.

There were titters all round. Fuck me, this was a bit rich considering that Max was ploughing his huge penis into her morning, noon and night while the only relief I had been permitted in weeks was two orgasms. I actually felt a bit angry as I looked around at the group and saw how they were all mocking me. Gemma continued,

“Well, speak up cuckold. Do you have any excuses, are there any mitigating circumstances? If you can explain to this group why you have broken the marital contract, I might give you the thumbs up”.

The tittering turned to laughter as I knelt there, the subject of their utter derision, the source of their afternoon’s entertainment. Max started to move and I could feel a flogging coming on if I didn’t get this answer right. But, honestly, what could I say? I was lost for words but just started blurting out the first words that came into my head,