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Cuckold was a familiar term in Shakespeare’s plays. And I knew, even before I married Clara, that it would come to this.

For ten minutes she had been holding my gaze, but as her eyes fluttered, and her breathing quickened, she finally gave in. Closing her eyes, throwing back her head, parting her lips, and uttering a long drawn out cry, she started to cum.

I was watching her face, framed by the arm of the sofa, and his head and shoulder, his naked body arched, and flexed above her. Her long legs were half in the air above his dark, muscular buttocks, which were glistening with sweat.

A few more thrusts of his hips, and he started to cum too. The telltale pumping reaction of his brown testicles, were witness to the gushing of his semen inside her.

Gradually their two bodies relaxed down into the leather sofa. Clara’s eyes opened, and looked into mine. I was transfixed by it all. I had been cuckolded, as she had planned, and I knew my place.

As the tall, black, muscular body disengaged himself, and stood up, he turned, and I saw his large cock still seeping spunk. I watched the white liquid drip onto the carpet.

Clara otele gelen escort lay back, spreading her legs even wider to show me the oozing semen, which was dribbling from her pussy.

“Get down and lick him clean,” she barked.

I hurried to kneel before him, and took the head of his cock into my mouth, tasting the cocktail of spunk, and pussy juice.

“Ok Carl, you get back to work, I’ll be in touch.”

Carl, the black guy, picked up his t-shirt, jeans, and trainers, got dressed, and left.

“Well, slug, you’ve finally watched me have better sex than ever you could give me. Get down here, and lick me out.”

Obediently, I moved on my knees to between her thighs, and pushed my tongue into the mush that was Clara’s cum covered pussy. I sucked up the semen, swallowing it as I went. My face was smeared with the remnants of this sexual episode, and I knew that this was just the beginnng.

Clara was a successful, high powered defence lawyer in the criminal justice system. She was tall, attractive, intelligent, highly sexed, and loved being in control.

When pendik escort we met six years ago, I was a successful property developer. A self made man, who had everything except a partner or wife. I was easy pickings for this ambitious woman, who at that time needed a wealthy benefactor.

She clearly knew I didn’t match up in bed, but she singled me out, and within a year we were married.

How it all happened I do not know. Maybe because I had no family, and marriage provided the one thing I didn’t have. But it became obvious that I had to live by the rules.

Essentially at home Clara was in charge, outwardly in public we were a wealthy, average couple.

I realised after a few months of marriage that she was probably having sex elsewhere. I was allowed sex with Clara on the last Friday of every month, but she rarely had an orgasm with me, and usually only when I performed oral sex on her.

The episode with Carl was last month.

He was a guy she had contacted on an online swinging site, and had briefly met for a coffee, and had told him what she required.

Each rus escort day since, she had reminded me about it, and when she wanted to humiliate me it became a ritual that I was forced to sit in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, and watch her masturbate using one of her many ‘toys.’

She liked to show me how she could orgasm at will, and how completely unsuccessful I was at pleasing her. Occasionally she would ask me to masturbate myself, and then ridicule me, at the lack of pleasure I showed.

As I watched her she would tell me how Carl had satisfied her, and how she was going to repeat it whenever she felt the need.

And we did repeat it. Carl was called into action the following week.

This time I had to watch as Clara was made to cum, Carl buried his face into her pussy, and using his tongue brought her off. And then with me inches away, she straddled him on the carpet, and rode him, cumming again, before he masturbated over her breasts. I was then made to lick up every last drop, and swallow it all.

On the few times Clara was away on legal cases in the north of England, I was allowed to watch her masturbate on Skype in her hotel room. This was her way of keeping control at a distance. However, even these occasions were gradually becoming more humiliating for me.

The last couple of times as she masturbated she would show me another guy watching her in the room, then as soon as she’d cum she would end the Skype and let me imagine what happened next.

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