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 Story codes: Cuckold, Msolo Fsolo, Humil, cons, chastity

   THE TIPPING POINT

   I had parked the car in the usual spot, the middle of the carpark out
front of her office, the car pointing straight at the double glazed doors.
The doors were dispatching dozens of smartly dressed office workers, some
secretaries, some directors.  But all heading straight for their parked
cars and eager to get home.

   Eventually, as usual, out she came, Debbie my wife.  A young guy in a
smart suit and a tan holding open the door for her.  She briefly smiled
back at him, then trotted down the three or four marble steps before
walking straight towards her waiting husband sat in the family run-around.
As she approached the car I could see she had a smile she simply could not
remove, diminish or hide.  She was beaming.

   Her long black hair swished in the breeze of the evening and she removed
her pinstripped jacket, folding it carefully, before opening the door to
sit inside.  As she did I leaned forward to offer her a loving peck.  She
quickly put her finger up to stop me, so she could first place her jacket
on the back seat, beore turning back to face the front and quickly kissing
me on the cheek.

   "Let's go!" she ordered.  As we drove the usual way home, bumper to
bumper with all those who had left the office district as us, I asked her
about her day.  With the wry smile again glowing across her olive skinned
face she reached out and place her hand on my thigh.  Giving it a gentle
stroke as she did so, my eyes were briefly diverted from the road to see
her slender hand caressing me so.

   "I got touched up today" She announced in a cool, matter of fact
delivery.  I gulped and turned to face her, one eye on the rear brake
lights of the car in front.  Her hand continued to stroke my upper thigh.

   "What do you mean?  Who touched you?!  That's harassment in the work
place!!" I continued in absurd panic.

   "Calm down, he just put his hand up my skirt...and I let him." She
calmly responded.  I struggled to comprehend the news that my wife was
letting another guy feel her up...at work.

   "What do you mean you let him!?" I responded.  "I was horny." was her
short retort.  "In any case its been going on for weeks, the flirting, the
sexy innuendo.  I did tell you about it." she concluded.

   "When?" I sounded, slightly in defiance and in confusion.  Though as she
replied her hand was still stroking in very eccentric circles, occasionally
brushing against my crotch, which was heating up as we spoke.  My erection
was beginning to betray my protests and the more it did so, the slower and
more purposeful became her hand movement.

   "A thousand times, we've spoken about it...you know your fantasy about
me having sex with another man." she said in a belittling tone.  My heart
rate was racing and my focus on the road ahead hazy at best.  "Any way,
Patrick is a really sexy guy and I can't believe he is after me, there's so
many other girls in the office who would just love to jump him.  But its my
panties he's felt, not their's." she said with such pride and excitment.

   My erection was complete and, by now, she was simply cupping it and
rubbing with her thumb.  "You love it don't you?" she said coyly.  "It
really turns you on as much as me doesn't it?" I tried to ignore her
questions and turn off the main road to find a place to pull up and talk
this through.

   Soon enough I found a quiet lane with a layby used by truck drivers to
spend the night, or travelling reps to eat their lunch and power nap
between appointments.  We pulled over and I stopped the car.

   "Look, fantasy games and pillow talk is one thing, but just going ahead
and doing it is another.  What if it all turns out horribly?"

   "Horribly!?  like what, what could happen that you are so scared of. 
We've spoken about this almost since the first time we had sex!" she
replied, getting noticibly more annoyed.  "What you need to ask yourself if
what could go 'horribly wrong' if we don't do this?" She said leaning
forward and giving my evidential erection a squeeze, which she held tight
as she continued.  "I like what we've spoken about and I am so turned on by
it.  And so it would seem are you.  If we don't do this, then its all just
a stupid joke and sex is going to be pretty poor from now in." She said
with such authority.

   I was leaning back in my seat, with my cupped erection ever present. 
"Just drive the car home, we'll both of nice showers, then we can talk a
bit more about it...in bed.  What do you say?" she asked, now slowly
stroking my erection with one hand and cheek with her other.  I complied
and we set off for home.

   Not a lot else was spoken on that journey.  We eventually got home and,
as she planned, took it in turns to shower and get ready for bed.  It was
still pretty early, but as I got undressed in the bathroom my rigid member
couldn't wait.

   Whilst I showered, unknowing to me, she had logged on her lap top and
was checking her email.  Her messenger service pinged to tell her 'Patrick'
was online.  She excitedly click the icon and started to chat.  Meanwhile I
caught site of myself in the mirror in the bathroom.  I was a fit,
handsome'ish sought of a guy.  Why should I be doing this to myself.  The
Patrick, probably earnt ten times my salary, had gym membership, a flash
car, great house or appartment.  But why should he have the pleasure of my
wife?  I was in such turmoil.

   When I thought of the jealousy my heart rate increased and my stomach
turned over.  But when I pictured in my mind his hand slowing raising up my
wife's skirt and going on to touch her moist pussy...well, my blood rushed
from my perplexed mind and caused my cock to stiffen like nothing else. 
Eventually I found my self jerking off like a pathetic teenager in front of
the mirror, with scenes of Patrick fucking my wife right there in front of
me.

   I could see his cock thrusting into her tight wet pussy.  My jerking was
rapid and frenzied.  I was in another world, away from the jealousy, guilt,
confusion.  It all seemed so amazing to hear her moaning as he made her
orgasm over and over again.  And then suddenly in my mind's picture she
turns to me and smiles that naughty smile.  I ejaculated like I'd never
done before.  The power of the orgasm brought me to my knees.  I tried to
recover myself and clean up the mess with tissue.  I turned the shower
temperature down to cooler setting and jumped in.

   It was fresh.  But for a moment I stood there in the shower, shivering,
but deep in thought.  Was this the right thing to do?  I had dried off and
wrapped myself up in towels, just drying off my hair when I walked back
into the bedroom.  She was lying across the bed diagonally, with the lap
top glowing on to her beaming face.

   "What you up to?" I enquired as I went over to the wardrobe to get fresh
shorts and tshirt to sleep in.

   "Sexy chat with Patrick" She replied matter of fact.  "Anyway what took
you so long in the bath room?" she asked.

   "Nothing, just showering" I said as I pulled on a pair of shorts.  "Were
you having a wank?  I bet you were!" she teased.  "Look you've still got a
stiffy" she laughed.  I blushed and hurridly got my tshirt on and sat down
beside her to see the screen.

   " Look what he's asked me there" she said pointing to the middle of the
screen.  I read the few lines further above first to see what the context
of the conversation was.  It read
P: are you alone?
D: yep r u?
P: y...want some fun?
D: what sort of fun
P: a quiz
D: he he..ok you ask first
P: do you like cock?
I read with increased tension building inside my chest.  The conflict of
jealousy and lust continued.  My wife was flirting, no, flaunting with this
guy and right here on our bed.  She was dressed in some really sexy
knickers and bra set I got her for a birthday some time back.  They always
sent me wild.  As I looked at the screen then looked at her, I knew I had

to make the decision, to do this or not.

   "What should I say back?" she enquired.  She turned over onto her side,
taking my arm and making me caress her soft olive torso and thighs.  My
body was contorted and uncomfortable.  I lifted up to turn to face her
easier.  As I did so my dammed erection protuded from my shorts.  She
smiled and took hold of my shorts to reveal it fully.  She scooped herself
up on to her knees and began to slowly jerk me off, with her mouth
tantilising close to the head of my cock.

   It felt amazing, her long black her fanned out over her shoulders and
back.  Her pedicured toe nails pointed up towards the head of the bed.  I
looked down as she slowly took my rigid cock into her warm soft mouth.  I
gave out a gasp of air, having not consciencely been breathing for some
time.  She continued to suck me for a few moments more before stopping and
raising her head up to look me straight in the eyes.

   "Are you going to type an answer for me?" she asked, in a way that felt
like I was being told.  I knodded passively.  With her hand still gripping
my erection we both turned to face the lap top screen and I bent forward to
start to type.

   "What do you want me to say?" I asked, trembeling.

   "Tell him the truth, I love it, especially when its hard like yours is
right now"
D: Yes especially hard cock
As soon these words presented themselves out there for both my wife and
somewhere in cyberspace, her prospective lover, I knew my fate was sealed.
She read them with eyes wide and her mouth opened in amazement.  She for a
moment stopped jerking me and lay her self back down on her tummy to

continue the online conversation she'd started before I came in.
P: wow...that's good Came back as a response.
Now completely focused on the screen ahead of her she began to type her
replies and questions thick and fast, as the two of them basically fucked

each other, online, right in front of me.
D: is it hard now?
P: yes very thinking of your pussy
D: I'm very wet and dying to be fucked
I sat there completely a gogged, watching them get turned on.  Between
pauses, as she waited for him to respond, she pushed her finger into her
knickers and began to play with herself.  Then an answer from Patrick would
appear on the screen and she'd be forced to pull her hand free and type

some more.

   Without request I positioned myself behind her so I could slowly peal
her knickers down and reveal her soaking wet pussy.  I started to finger
her, feeling her tight pussy lips pulsing with excitement.  My cock was as
hard as it had ever been, and pre-cum began to drip.  Some landed on the
back of her thigh.  At which point she turned round sharply and told me to
put my shorts back on so I didn't get her or the bed sheets all sticky.

   She then softened her tone and said I could carry on with my handy work
though.  So I did, nestling myself between her now spread thighs I worked
her pussy with my two hands, occasionally venturing to lick her pussy or
anus.  When I did so she would push against me forcing me deeper into her
heat.  Soon she was slowly grinding her pussy and anus against my willing
face, my erection drilling deep into the mattress.

   All this as she continued to type her dirty thorghts and get turned on
by the prospect of Patrick's cock.  With her one hand she grabbed the back
of my head, pulling my hair as she fucked my face ever harder and faster.
Her typing was erratic, stop start stop start.  "I want to fuck his cock so
much!" she exclaimed as wet pussy smothered my nose and mouth.

   "Fuck me!" she ordered.  I quickly go up and pulled down my now soaking
shorts and readied myself to enter her amazing pussy with my desparate
cock. She turned around to see why I'd stopped.

   Whack!  she side swiped my rigid cock with hand.  "No not with that,
with your face.  Lie down" she demanded.  I did so with haste.  She
straddled my face, her legs over my torso and began to rub her clit fast
and hard against my mouth and nose.  My hands and arms were weighted down
by her, my breathing restricted.  She eventually rubbed harder and slower
bringing her to an all comsuming orgasm.

   After which she collapsed over my body.  We both lay there silent for a
moment.  She moved to place her finger on my lips.  "That was amazing" she
proclaimed.  She then turned back to the lap top and continued to respond
to Patricks own news of his orgasm.  The two of them swapped claims of how
amazing it all was and that they should do it again.
D:How about for real next time ;)
My breathing stopped as I stared at the screen, glancing back at my
wife's beaming face in anticipation of Patrick's response.  She looked at

me, my face must have betrayed my angst at the sudden 'reality' of it all.

   "What!?  You don't want me to meet up with him?  You're joking right?" I
couldn't find any words to explain how I felt, I wanted to scream "NO" but
my lust and desire surged through my veins, and spun my head, whilst
twisting my stomuch in knots.  My head said no or well maybe and my heart
said "fuck him!"

   In my delay her smile began to turn to a highly disapproving frown.  My
mind just couldn't compute the situation quick enough.

   "Look at your ridculus erection!  This turns you on more than anyone
else involved" she paused.  "Anyway if I don't follow this through we'll
regret it and Patrick will think I some sort of silly slut who puts it
about in cyberspace, like pedo or something.  I want him to know how good a
fuck I am and I know deep down so do you"

   By this time Patrick had already replied...

   P: God yes, how about tomorrow after work?  I'll take you to dinner then
we can go back to mine if you like?
"Well there's your answer" she said proudly.  "You my husband are
officially a cuckold, just as you've always dreamt of." She was right I was
and I had done.  For too long perhaps and now with her sexual prowess she
had made it all happen.  I should have been disgusted, I should have
threatened to divorce.  But instead, with my cock still left in eager
erection pointing straight towards her, I thanked her.  I smiled and

whispered "thank you for finding Patrick."

   "That's more like it, what a good boy.  I'm so proud of you." She
quickly typed into the screen her reply.
D: Sure why not, hubby won't be back tomorrow.  working away.
She signed off with another entry to say she was tired and had to go. 
He complimented her on how amazing he suspects her pussy will feel tomorrow

and.  equally signed off.  The screen went silent.

   "Now do you want me to sought you out?" she enquired.  I nodded like an
imbucile.  "Well, how about we make a deal?" She said taking hold of my
member.

   "What sought of deal?" I asked nervously.  She slowly began to work my
cock, which was already on the brink, just as she knew how.  It drove me
wild with the slow, unforgiving grip and relentless stroking.  I had to lay
back on my haunches to stop myself from falling, the level of blood
depletion was so great.  She lifted herself over me to get a better
position and maintained her vice like grip.

   "I will let you cum now, but after this I don't want you wasting your
time jerking off all day...and evening thinking about me and Patrick." She
proclaimed.  "If you cum now you agree to wear one of those chastity things
we saw on the internet.  I'll order one tomorrow."

   "But when will I get to cum?" I paniced.

   "When you've been good, like this evening and you enjoyed this evening
didn't you?" She said coyley.  She sped up her wrist action as I began to
grimace.  "Come on baby, show me how much you want me to fuck him, show me"
she baited me.  "Imagine his huge cock fucking my pussy in and out, over
and over again" My eyes closed tight I could see them both, I could her
them both...I could smell them both.  The pressure became too great as she
hastened her pace and continued to taunt me to shoot my jealous load.

   "Imagine tasting my pussy after he's filled me up with his spunk!" she
whispered in my ear over the noise of my moaning.  At which point I duly
obliged and came shooting my cuckolded sperm over her panting breasts and
bra.  Collapsing in exhaustion she embraced me to her bossom, allowing my
face to submerge in her moist and sticky cleavage.

   "This is going to be amazing I just know it" she whispered.

   And that was my tipping point.  Right there, right then.  It became
real. I had something to both dread and fear or desire and lust for.  Only
the bounds of my wife's sexual desire and urges would resolve the unknowns
ahead of me.  I was both scared and deeply in love with my new, all
dominant, wife.

   The end

   ****more of my memories of the early days of my cuckold relationship
with Debbie, including her first night with Patrick, my introduction to
chastity and her fondness to push boundaries, will follow.  I hope you
enjoy.  Catullas