Cuck Club - Part I
Copyright© 2025 by Cabrock
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Femdom story about a pretty stay at home wife who’s decided to cuck her now submissive husband. She also starts a lesbian relationship with her husband’s sister.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Cuckold Wife Watching Incest Brother Sister Father BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Black Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Pegging Sex Toys Spitting Water Sports Illustrated
“ ... peg ... peg ... peg...” I grunted in rhythm with my thrusts just as my sister-in-law called, and so reflexively I answered the phone while bringing my thrusts to a halt. “Guess what I’m doing!” I laughed into the phone before setting it between the shoulders of my husband, who was naked and on his hands and knees in front of me on the bed.
“Umm, being a pain in the butt?” May replied sarcastically.
“Ohhh—how’d you know?” I exclaimed then turned on my cellphone’s camera so I could grin at May, who looked a bit uninterested, “you are psychic!” I giggled then added, “hold on—got to check my notes.”
“Notes for what, and Dia, I can’t see a thing, you in the bathroom or something?” May asked.
“I told you that you were right the first time,” I replied as I lifted the phone up a little bit to better read my notes, now giving my sister-in-law a shot of my husband Brody before realizing it. “Oops!” I exclaimed before fumbling with my phone to get the back facing camera to turn off.
“Who is that!?” May demanded to know.
“Who?” I replied in embarrassment, not knowing what else to say.
“Was that a video—looks like porn!”
“Ummm ... maybe...” I replied as I winched a little and probably would have been horrified if it had been anyone else on the call, but May and I were very close and so I figured we’d just have a big laugh about this latter. “Now hold on, let me finish ... or stop...”
“Show me his head again—is that Brody under that hood—Jesus, Dia!”
“Ahh ... guilty,” I laughed again, unable now to stop laughing for a time. “I’m just trying some new toys is all,” I managed to eventually say, this while giving shaky camera shots of my hooded husband, who I thought by now would have objected to this video call during this extremely intimate act.
“What in the hell possessed him to let you do that?” May exclaimed before starting to laugh, herself.
“What, he’s my bitch—didn’t I tell you?”
“No—and since when!?”
“Ah ... few weeks ... month maybe.”
“And you didn’t tell me.”
“Oh, yeah I’m supposed to tell all my friends my husband is my devoted bitch now—sorry!” I replied sarcastically, then started to slowly peg my new bitch again, being thrilled now by having gone public like this. “Ugh ... ugh ... ugh...” I grunted freely for effect as I continued to show how Brody was rocked with each thrust of my strap-on dildo. “Want to see more?” I teased, getting even more thrills out of this now. There was a long silent pause before May replied, “ ... sure...” in an unenthusiastic tone.
“Hold on, I got to check my next move.”
“What, you got a step-by-step manual? It’s not the Joy of Sex, is it?”
“Something like that ... I’m new at this ... umm ... play, play with your cock—get it hard!” I commanded loudly after reading the next suggestion on the blog I’d been reading. There was a short pause before May asked in a hesitant voice, “Is he doing it?”
“Ah, yeah,” I replied as I pointed the camera down and under my husband, who now was tugging fast on his cock. “Don’t you cum!” I warned as I double checked my notes, then explained to May that a bitch wasn’t supposed to unless commanded.
“Well, you better stop him,” May warned.
“Stop bitch!”
“Wow, he doesn’t care that you call him bitch.”
“Loves it ... should have done this years ago,” I said as I pegged a little faster. I did this for another minute or two, until Brody started begging to be allowed to cum, saying, “Please goddess may I cum—please goddess!”
“Goddess!” May exclaimed, “you make him call you that?”
“Awesome, huh?”
“Noo ... humiliating.”
“Bingo!” I exclaimed proudly, “Now beg me bitch—beg me to cum, show your sister how much of a submissive you are. Beg, beg, beg!”
“Please goddess—please goddess...”
“Haha—so fun,” I exclaimed, “but don’t you fucking touch your little cock!”
“Little cock,” May muttered, “You’re getting too deep into this maybe, Dia.”
“Noo ... look!” I replied loudly as I focused my phone on my husband’s cock and balls which were dancing around now as I pegged faster and faster. “Little dick—little dick—little dick—Say it!”
“Little dick, goddess,” Brody quickly replied.
“I have a little dick!” I said loudly, getting my bitch to repeat this several times until I informed him, “I’m not letting you cum ... not unless May says you can.”
“Don’t involve me!” May whined through the phone.
“Way too late for that,” I chuckled, “Now beg her—beg goddess May to let you cum!” We both laughed at Brody’s expense as he begged his sister several times to be allowed to cum. “Well?” I finally asked May, who was silent for a time before saying, “No!”
“Ha! Good one,” I cheered, “no cum, not ever until she says you can, got it bitch!?”
“Yes, goddess! I won’t cum ... I promise ... ughhh ... ughhh...”
Brody watched for a moment as his boss, Eddy Fisk unlocked his office door, which was just a short distance from Brody’s cubical, smiling then to himself as Eddy winked at his administrative assistant Wanda, who seemed to take in stride. Eddy was an executive vice president and could get away with a little flirting, Brody reminded himself as he admired Wanda’s form for a moment, which suddenly reminded him of his wife. Not that Wanda was in the same league as his wife, Dia, but still she was pretty. He needed to at least look busy now, he warned himself as Eddy would no doubt be coming by to say his morning greetings to his staff.
He’d made sure over these last few weeks to always be in the office before his boss, and to leave after him, something Dia had requested, repeatedly. His cock began hardening as he thought about the last time, she’d suggested this, which had happened when he was on his knees, kissing her feet. “Whew,” he whispered as he thought about all the humiliating things he’d done to impress his gorgeous wife, and how many more he planned to do first chance he got. He was a cuck now, at least in principle, and oddly was not upset about that fact, rather he admired himself for it now as it took pressure off him in a way, sexually certainly. Dia would have dropped him like a stinking bag of garbage he’d figured, eventually anyway, maybe by the years end. The signs were there when he’d started looking for them.
“Hi, Wanda,” he said as she came by carrying a couple cups of coffee, one obviously for their boss. She returned his greeting politely but never slowed as she headed for her cubical. I’d lick her asshole, he assured himself as he brought up some spreadsheets on his computer and began his daily task of analyzing marketing data. The job paid well enough, but not enough to buy Dia what she deserved, he felt, as he now considered her his precious goddess and thought of nothing else but pleasing her. Soon he was lost in his work, that is until he got a text from his wife.
“Eddy in?” the text asked, to which he quickly replied, “Yes,” waiting excitedly then to get more from her.
“You sure he’s divorced?” she texted. “He is, ma’am,” he replied, smiling as he added the honorarium she’d decided on.
“You getting hard when I text you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied as he squirmed a little in his chair, trying to adjust his junk to its confines.
“Good ... bitch...”
“Yes goddess!” he quickly replied, always waiting for the right moment to address her as such. It made his cock stiffen a little more.
“No! You haven’t deserved to worship me yet today.”
“Sorry, ma’am.”
“Good ... bitch. Now tell Eddy I’ll drop by to see him before lunch today.” This message made his heart start to beat faster as he tried to figure out the scope of it. “I’ll tell him, ma’am,” he texted, wondering if he dared to ask why. His wife had accompanied him to many company functions in the past, so she knew Eddy, at least on a causal basis, but not more than that he assured himself. Or did she? This question he posed to himself made his cock strain even more against its confines. “Go now ... bitch!”
“Yes, ma’am,” he texted back as he slowly rose from his chair and looked to see if Eddy was still in his office, which the man was. “Excuse me, Eddy,” he said as he knocked halfheartedly on the open door, “My wife Dia wants to stop by and speak with you ... briefly I think, before lunch. Is that, ok?”
“Sure Brody, something up?” Eddy replied as he looked up from his large desk.
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