Southern Belle Cuckold

by Derrin Hart

  At work a new deal was worked out and the take was excellent. I told her all about my business success and how I sold a huge job to a school district. Suddenly she was all smiles and announced that I would take her shopping at the mall on Saturday.

  At the mall, Catherine said, “Michael, give me your debit card,” as we entered the building complex. “I need a new wardrobe.” I handed it over and followed her about.

  First we stopped at Victoria’s Secret and she bought several new panties and bras. The nude colored ones were a huge turn-on, but then again all the stuff was hot. The last time I had been in here her daughter was buying panties. I kept my mouth shut on that one. The total bill was four hundred bucks. We hit the exercise shop next, where she bought some new workout clothes, shorts, tops, and pants, plus sneakers and other odds and ends. The bill was nearly two hundred dollars.

  We grabbed a quick snack and before long were back at it. The shoe store was next. She bought five hundred dollars worth of shoes, from casual to heels. Those suckers were expensive. A clothing store followed, where we looked at jeans, skirts, and tops. That place cost me another three hundred. Lastly she wanted a new winter jacket, gloves, hat, and scarf. Four hundred more and we were exiting the mall. At home later that evening I slid into my boxers with cage intact. I prayed she’d set me free after all the goodies she had purchased, but no such luck. She turned over and fell asleep.

  I awoke that morning to the sounds of Catherine playing with herself. I turned and saw those magnificent cunt lips spread wide and swollen. She swiftly stroked two fingers up and down her engorged clitoris and groaned in delight. I wanted so much to help. I whispered to her. “Honey, please let me out of my cage. I want to please you.”

  At first she barely acknowledged me, but then she finally looked over. “Go down on me,” she commanded. “Show me!” I dove into her pussy pie and licked it up and down. I traced my darting tongue all over her clit and she cried out in orgasm. I would not be set free, I knew, and let my head drop back onto my pillow.

  Tiny and I were kept locked for the following week with no sign of release. I could not think of anything else but ejaculation and what I could do to please Catherine. I had arrived home one night to find her interested in shopping again. She was alone in the kitchen, waiting to speak with me.

  “Hi, Honey,” she said, with a big smile on her face. “Would you be so kind as to take me back to mall the evening, my love?”

  We had just spent a few weeks’ worth of my paychecks at the darned mall. “We just went shopping,” I blurted out. “Why on earth do you need to go again so quickly?”

  Her smile disappeared. “Well, for one thing, the girls are at a friend’s basketball game and I forgot a few things the other day.” She came closer as I sat beside her at the bar. “Plus I have a date this weekend,” she added nonchalantly.

  “What?” I blurted out.

  “Yes, dear, I have a date, and I need something to wear.”

  “Since when are you having dates without me knowing about them first?” I stood up and faced her, fists clenched.

  Calmly, Catherine rose to her feet as well. “Michael, I love you very much, but if you expect me to be satisfied with that little pecker you have, you’re friggin’ out of your mind. Listen, you need to do as I say when I say it or you will never get out. In fact if you take me to the mall right now, then when we get back I will release you.”

  Say no more, I thought. We were in the car and off to the mall in seconds.

  As we drove, I could not help but ask her who the date was with.

  “He’s someone I met recently,” she replied.

  I wanted to know much more. “Oh really, who is he?”

  Catherine only grinned and said she’d tell me tonight. My cock ached with anticipation of hearing more details and being milked later in the evening.

  We made our way in the mall and she went on a warpath again. First, more new panties. She opted for a yellow and white set. A leopard-print push-up bra was next. Then we hit a classier store, where she went for an all-white business suit—fitted trousers and a blazer. She bought a lacy white blouse to go with the ensemble and some white and black high-heeled shoes.

  At a salon she bought hair products, fingernail polish, hair ties, and hairspray. At yet another store she bought a gray skirt, a semi-transparent black blouse, pantyhose and perfume. She seemed happy and was finally done shopping.

  Well, almost! She had forgotten one thing. We stopped at a sports shop, where she mulled over a selection of team jerseys. “I have to pick a top out, darlin’. Which one should I go with?”

  “What’s up with the logo shirt?” I asked. Catherine only searched harder. She talked to herself, wondering what the right choice would be.

  I asked again, “Why all the team jerseys, all of a sudden?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Mike, I just need one, so stop asking. I can go with a Celtics or a Red Sox. Which would be better?”

  I was biting my nails, yet if we were ever going to finish shopping I had to give her my two cents. “It depends on what it’s for, honey,” I said.

  She knit her brow and decided on a Red Sox top. As we walked out of the shop, she said with gusto, “I hope someone else has on a Yankees’ shirt so we can get in each other’s face and all.”

  I had no idea what she was talking about and decided it was better not to ask.

  We hit the road and when we were back home, I expected some action. No such luck. I was to go get the kids.

  Kids, I thought to myself as I drove to pick them up. What am I going to get with kids in the house?

  Three hours later I climbed into bed. Catherine joined me twenty minutes after tending to her daughters. She had my key in her hand. “Thanks, Mike, for taking me to the mall again,” she said, “I really appreciate it.”

  She kissed me and I her. We had a hot make-out session and I could tell she was wet and excited. She removed the covers and unlocked my chastity cage. It felt so good to be released, free from my bonds!

  She gently stroked my cock and in minutes I was hard and ready to shoot. She abruptly stopped. “I will milk you only if you satisfy me first.” She then removed her silky pajama bottoms and exposed her titties. I was on her in a flash, nibbling her breasts and kissing her neck. I swirled my hands about her body and, finally reaching her magnificent mound, found my wife soaking wet and swollen.

  She moaned and grabbed my hand. “Michael, will you play with my G-spot?”

  G-spot, I thought to myself, since when is that something we talk about?

  “Here, my love,” she whispered to me. Talking my hand, she grasped two fingers and slid them into her waiting moist cunt. “Curl them up and touch the top of my insides,” she instructed.

  I did as I was told and pressed my fingers to her upper wall. “Make your fingers curl as if you were saying, ‘Come here, baby,’ ” Cat told me, arching her hips and really getting into it. “I want to cum so bad,” she cried out. “I want to squirt for you, my husband.”

  I was like, what? Squirt for me? What in the world was she talking about? I kept the pace and she twisted her hips and pumped her pussy to my come-hither motion. She exploded in orgasm and cried out in joy, “Ahhhhhh, Godddddd, Yesssss, Michael, yesssssssssss! My Michael,” she added, “my Michael, I love you!”

  Later in the week my son had a basketball game and I was lucky to make it on time. Danny had gotten so much better and I was very proud of him. He and I ate a fun supper after his game and shared father and son time. I was back in my locking device and had to take pains to hide it whenever I went out in public. To be honest it made me look like I was well endowed, if anyone really stared at my crotch. I guess that was not such a bad thing. When I got home the girls were all gathered around mom and things seemed odd.

  Catherine was holding the youngest Jenny with Julie close beside her. “Mike,” Catherine called out. “Oscar was hit by a car.” Everyone was crying, and I was sorrowful myself. Our little guy was
gone. We all embraced and told stories of how great that kitten was. We felt so much pain. All we could find comfort in were tales of his goodness and our fondest memories. Saturday morning we held a sort of funeral, and I buried Oscar in the woods nearby. We all said a few words and then bid him farewell.

  In the afternoon I expected Cat to call off her so-called date. No such luck. She took me aside and said, “I’m not skipping the date. I need it more than ever now. I need to be fucked!”

  She explained that she had met this cute guy at a nearby café last week. They had chatted and hit it off. The plan was to have dinner and a few drinks this very evening.

  “What shall I wear?” I asked my beloved.

  She frowned at me. “Mike, I’m going alone. You will stay with the girls until I get home.” I was ready to object, but then Julie interrupted our conversation.

  “Mom, can Tristan come over tonight?”

  Catherine looked at me and then back at her eldest daughter. “I don’t see why not, honey,” she said. “Michael is going to be here watching Jenny while I have my women’s group meets tonight. Just make sure he doesn’t stay past eleven.”

  Julie winked at me and I wanted to say, “No way, no thanks, not a chance,” but the words would not come out.

  Catherine eased her way over to me and whispered in my ear, “If you’re a good boy, mommy will give you a big surprise when she gets home.”

  “What’s his name?” I asked.

  “Diego,” she replied. “He’s part Brazilian and he kept telling me things in Portuguese.”

  Oh, how cute, I thought with a certain bitterness.

  So, when the evening came, the girls and I picked out a few movies to watch and chose some snacks. At six Catherine headed upstairs to prepare for her date. I slipped away and joined her.

  She had already showered and was prancing about nude with her hair wrapped in a towel. Her pussy was smooth-shaven. She slipped on a black thong with a double string along the top. There was a sexy body piercing in her navel, a sort of dangling star I hadn’t seen before. Next she slid into her new gray skirt and leopard-print push-up bra. Kissing me on the forehead, she called me her, “little cuckold hubby,” and spun about, sashaying toward her walk in closet. There she slipped into a black blouse with peak-a-boo panels. She looked like a million bucks as she let her hair down and stood before the mirror, hair-dryer in hand. Finally she applied her make-up, colored her toenails and fingernails, and slipped into a pair of sexy heels. She was ready to roll. It felt weird having my wife go on a date but the promise of a surprise later kept me sane.

  The girls wondered why mommy looked so good. She smiled and made up an excuse that the women’s meeting was about clothing and she was helping her friend Marci with modeling a new line of stuff. Julie could care less; Tristan had arrived and Jenny was already making popcorn and readying for the night’s movies. Catherine kissed me goodbye and winked.

  Having the girls and Tristan around helped distract me from thinking about Cat’s evening activities. It was humiliating, to say the least. My wife was out on a date without me anywhere near. I felt ashamed and less a man than ever. Still the girls were around and we watched a funny movie with Adam Sandler and munched out with ice cream and orange soda floats. My mind kept wandering from family time to Catherine and her date. Once the first movie was over we all took a break and of course Julie and Tristan disappeared. I sat with Jenny and she asked me if I’d be attending her next tournament.

  “I love going to your jiu-jitsu fights, baby girl,” I said. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now I’ll ask for your company. Jasmine has a ballet performance next weekend. Would you grant me the pleasure of coming along?”

  Jenny nodded enthusiastically.

  I excused myself to go to the bathroom and at the last minute decided to use the one upstairs. I passed by Julie’s room and heard giggling and playful talk. I knew those kids were making out. Darn kids this age, they start so young. I knew I should probably barge in and cut it off, but what would that accomplish? The night would just get crazier. I let it go.

  In the bathroom I had to sit to pee. The tube over my penis leaked too easy if I sprayed standing up. I sat and examined the lock, piercing and round ring over my balls. The worst part was cleaning the fucking thing. I constantly applied lotion to ease any discomfort, but after I sweated or peed, I had to use Q-tips and the process was time-consuming. Catherine was letting me out more often to clean myself, but she always supervised to keep me from getting off on my own. She had complete control of her submissive and she knew it.

  I heard nothing from my wife over the next few hours. We all watched a second movie and Tristan was ushered out the door by eleven. The girls went to bed and I lingered, waiting my wife to return. Well, waiting and also searching for the key to my cage. I wanted out. I finally gave up when I heard the front door opening. Catherine was home.

  I rushed downstairs to greet her. She was flushed red in the face, her makeup altered. “How are you?” I asked, hugging her.

  She greeted me with a warm grin and I noticed her hair was also a mess. “I’m wonderful,’ she gloated.

  “So how was it?” I asked again. “Is everything all right?”

  She gave me a little shove in the direction of the staircase. “Yes, dear, everything is just fine. Let’s go up to bed and I’ll tell you all about it.”

  Once we were in our room, she undressed, saying that she needed a shower. Then I saw it—the key. She had worn it as a necklace.

  “I bet you were wondering where this was now, weren’t you darlin’?” Cat fiddled with the key and smiled at me. “I wore it as a reminder of who is really in charge. Diego asked about it and I told him you were my little cuck sitting at home waiting for me to return to him.”

  Even from a distance my naked wife smelled like sex. “So what did he think of that?” I asked.

  “He had no problem with it, honey. He liked the no strings attached aspect. In fact he left you a gift. Would you like it now?”

  Hesitant, I said I’d take the gift.

  Naked and still flushed, Catherine pushed me back onto the bed. She slid up on me, straddling my body, and proceeded to sit on my face. “He left you this, Michael,” she said, grinding her still swollen mound into my lips. A cream pie descended on me. Globs of jism cascaded into my mouth and over my face, and Catherine savored every second of her control. This Brazilian guy had banged my wife and unloaded into her pussy. Once the pie was lost, my wife jumped up and ran to the shower. She was about to enter the bathroom when she turned and tossed me the key. “Go ahead and get free.” Then she disappeared behind the door. I quickly undid my lock and released my aching balls and cock.

  God, I was turned on! In just minutes, I exploded into orgasm. And oh my lord that felt good!

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jasmine’s ballet performance was the following weekend. I attended with Jenny while Cat and Julie had some mother and daughter time. Jayme was there with her partner and Danny, and we said hello before finding our own seats.

  My daughter did me proud. She looked beautiful with her long raven hair and dancer’s body. Here I was, the father of teenagers. Boy, was I getting old! I decided it was best not to attend any after party. I slipped an envelope with a congrats card and fifty bucks to Jas as we greeted her after the show; then Jenny and I stopped somewhere for a bite and enjoyed our special time together. She always called me dad and that made me feel wonderful.

  As the spring rolled in, Catherine announced that we would be attending another swingers’ party. I thought we were finished with those Mandingo parties but here we were again. Evidently this was no such party.

  Cat had learned online about a bash sponsored by a new group and held in Rhode Island. It was a theme party to usher in the spring. All participants—they had to be couples or specific single men invited by the couples—had to wear a sports team jersey. This explained the recent purchase of a Red Sox top.

  Catherine no
t only told me she wanted to go to this party, but she also mentioned a few other fantasies. One was to go to an adult movie theater. Another was to tease guys at an adult bookstore. Both were interesting and I had no gripe with either. The next, however, caught me off guard. She actually had interest in a multiple guy affair. I made no mention of it once the bird was out of the cage. I knew the subject would come up big-time soon enough.

  Over the next several weeks I was asked repeatedly to make Catherine orgasm. I licked, sucked, fingered and did all I could to satisfy her. She was not asking for Tiny anymore. She would let me out for a quick milking here and there and sometimes surprise me with a very special cleaning of the chastity device and a slippery hand job. I craved to satisfy her just so I could be released.

  The weekend of the Team Jersey party had arrived. A trip like this was always an ordeal. We needed sitters and good sitters at that. We needed overnight accommodations, and we had to pack the right wardrobes—especially Cat—to make a good few days of it. When it came to sex and fun and games, we both cranked it up a notch. The cuck and his hotwife came through.

  The girls happily skipped off to stay with friends. Catherine and I packed and prepared for the drive. Other than the sports jerseys, the men were told to boxer shorts and the wives, panties. I had a green Celtics number 33 Bird jersey from years back and that was the first item to go in my suitcase. We were ready to roll.

  On the drive we speculated about this new group. We knew little about the guests, the location, or anything else for that matter. We had asked for references, and two other couples mentioned via email that the parties were fun and clean. On the way we listened to rock and roll music and sang old songs, sharing more laughs than we had in a long time.