Making and breaking of a cuckold – 7 The walk of shame

Gemma released me the next morning and I made her breakfast then lay under her feet. There was no conversation. It was becoming apparent that her interest in me was purely functional, what I could do for her.

Her phone buzzed. “That was the Boss cucky. He’s feeling horny so he’s coming over in an hour. I don’t need you for a while. Clean up the kitchen then go and kneel inside the door. No, wait. Go and get my pedicure kit. You can do a pedi for me first so I’m pretty for him”.

Great. Now I was expected to make my wife pretty for another man to fuck while I was never to orgasm again. I did a good job on the pedi I thought and Mistress was pleased.

Max let himself into the house with a key I didn’t realize he had. I suppose it shouldn’t have surprised me. I was kneeling by the door when he entered and kissed his shoes. He patted me on the head, “Good cucky”.

Gemma rushed up and embraced him passionately. He spoke,

“Hmmm, seems like you’re in the mood to see your man Gemma. Have you told cucky that he’ll be driving you over to my place sometimes for me to fuck you?”