Cuck Club - Part I
Copyright© 2025 by Cabrock
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
“We good Wanda—tell me we are?” I asked Wanda as I stepped up near her desk where she was sitting with another woman. I’d just returned from Las Vegas after spending two weeks there being boned by her boss and thought perhaps there was still something unresolved between us as May had hinted there might be. “We are solid girl,” Wanda replied with a grin, “Your husband’s tongue accomplished that—and your May too.”
“Nice,” I replied with a grin, looking now at the other girl sitting here, who was looking a bit prudish at the moment, likely from what had just been said. Wanda then introduced the woman as Triva, a good friend who also worked for this company, as did her husband. “We say more than we should have?” I joked with Triva.
“No, we were just discussing ... something similar,” she admitted with a guilty look on her face. “She don’t know how to cuck, or any femdom shit,” Wanda interjected, “though her husband Jorge been begging for it,” to which Trava quickly nodded her head in agreement.
“Wow, sounds like you want some help?” I said to Triva, with Wanda nodding her head in support before explaining more of Triva’s situation to me. Apparently, Triva had once mentioned to Wanda that she and her husband played role reversal at times in the bedroom, and that her husband Jorge was really in to it, but not so much herself. “She needs help, Dia, a lot of help,” Wanda suggested with role of her eyes.
“I know,” Triva exclaimed as the three of them sat talking around Wanda’s desk, “he loves it, but I don’t know what I’m doing, so he gets really frustrated and even mad at me sometimes.”
“You’re not being dominate enough, is that it?” I asked
“I try,” she said in frustration, “he wants me to call him dirty names ... like bitch ... I don’t know, is that normal?”
“It is with my cucks!” I assured her, “If you give him what he wants, you’ll get what you want, if you handle it right.”
“What do I want?” Triva asked with a pathetic look on her face.
“Well, how long you been married, because if its more than four or five years, he needs to still get you off or hit the road,” I declared with a serious look on my face. “It’s about then they start sneaking around, and it sounds like he doesn’t want to do that to you, so is becoming desperate to spice things up.”
“Yeah ... he’s sweet, but what else is there to do?” Triva asked in a serious tone, making me wonder how smart of a girl we had here. Didn’t matter, I told myself as I was now thinking I had a line on another cuck for myself, at least a parttime one. “So, what kind of work do you do here?” I asked to which she explained that she mostly did prep work for underwriters and her husband worked in shipping inside one of the company’s warehouses.
“Sounds like your marriage is stable,” I commented, “Ready for the next phase it sounds like to me, but it’s rocky at first.”
“Really?” Triva asked, looking vulnerable now but very interested.
“Yeah, you own a strap-on?” I boldly asked, causing her to cover her mouth in embarrassment as she leaned forward and giggled for a few moments. “Oh my god, how’d you know that ... I was so surprised when he bought one, and for ever I refused to wear it except for the day he gave it to me as a present. I really, really, don’t understand anal sex,” she admitted in a near whisper.
“Well, do you want him to do the laundry and wash the dishes—clean the bathroom, shit like that? If you do, fuck him up the ass every other day and make him beg while your doing it.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” she whined, “and what if it doesn’t work—he’ll hate me!”
“Maybe, bring him over, we’ll have a session—that is if you don’t mind me humiliating him with a dildo up his ass.”
“Huh?” she asked in an innocent tone.
“Not taking your man,” I explained, “just want to break another one, civil like—well harshly maybe. You can have first shot, or give him to me, either way we make use of that strap-on. Is it a good one, because I got some top-of-the-line ones, slightly used ... well very used some of them but my cucks keep them clean.”
There was a long pause before she seemingly forced herself to say, “It’s pretty good I think, cost a lot he says.”
“It’s a date then—I’ll text you the details. Maybe this weekend.”
“Umm ... ok...” Trava said absently with some encouragement from Wanda.
“What happened to her butt?” Triva asked with concern.
“Ohhhh, I scalded her with a candleholder—they will fade ... besides, they look damn sexy, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, but...”
“No worries, May’s my slut and bitch—takes what she gets, like it or not. Domination has its consequences. Take Jorge here, he wants to serve you totally but doesn’t know how to commit—afraid you’ll freak out. Bitch him, I say—make him a cuck, in fact lets call him cuck-three from now on.”
“Oh, I like that,” Triva admitted with a grin just as someone knocked on the back door, with us both expecting it to be Jorge who’d been told to wait in the car for fifteen-minutes, and it was. “Reminder what we decided,” I said firmly to Triva before opening the door and letting a very sheepish looking man step in. “I do,” Triva replied as she stepped up and gently turned him to face the back door while doing her best to suppress a smile. “Take your shoes, socks and pants off,” Triva said as she reached around to unbuckle his pants.
“Huh?” he laughed nervously.
“Yep,” I said in support, grinning now as Triva stripped him. “Now the cage,” I instructed Triva, then stepped up to help with the chastity cage. “He’s not that small,” I commented as together we forced his growing cock into its cage with some help from Jorge who was moaning a bit now, and who I could see was finding it hard to believe his luck.
“Be silent and keep your hands behind your back—or we kick you in the balls,” I warned, getting a quick and silent nod in reply. “I’m going to kick him anyways—ok Triva?”
“Yeah,” she said as she bit her lips.
“OOOOFFFF!” He grunted in surprise and pain and nearly lost his balance as a nailed his balls, just hard enough to teach him I wasn’t fooling around. “Your turn,” I said to Triva, who looked very hesitant, so I told her, “Teach him—got to teach him your serious about cucking him now!” I declared.
“Aaaahhh,” he grunted and flinched when she lightly kicked his cock-cage.
“It’s a start,” I declared with an unsatisfactory glare as I ushered Triva into the living room while calling over my shoulder, “Get on your knees and be silent!” which he did. Triva and I then sat on the couch as I examined the three strap-on-dildos laid out on the coffee table in front of us, which included the one she’d brought with her. It was good enough I told her as I had her stand so I could cinch up the harness for her. “Ignore them,” I told her when I noticed she kept glancing at my three subs who were sitting quietly on the floor at the far end of the living room, “It keeps them attentive.”
“Who are they again?” she asked in a whisper. We’d spent most of the time in the kitchen so far, where I’d been giving her a pep talk, giving her only a few glances at my cucks and slut. “One was my husband ... one is just someone I cucked and acquired recently,” I explained proudly, “the slut is my lover ... umm ... when I allow it—she worships me, and I love her for it.” I was still sure that May didn’t realize that cuck-two was her father, which I figured would happen soon. Brody, my husband likely knew, but I made sure he never brought the subject up.
“Wow,” Triva replied with a wide-eyed look as I finished dressing her.
“I can have one of the cucks fuck her over there—add some ambience, but not your cuck, not unless you want. I suggest he really earn such a privilege, but he is yours, so up to you,” I declared as I poured us each a glass of wine and then offered her a glass. She was out of her comfort zone I could see, and so I did my best to distract her, working to get her to just ignore our cuck audience.
“Do you think he is ready to come in?” she whispered to me after about ten minutes of chitchat, to which I nodded my head. “Call out ‘crawl in here bitch’—that’s a good start. She grinned, sipped her wine then called out boldly toward the kitchen, “Crawl in her bitch!” before starting to giggle nervously. I quickly scolded her about the giggling, having tried now several times to explain she had to take this completely seriously or the training wouldn’t stick. She quickly nodded her head in understanding just as Jorge began crawling out in front of us.
“You want to take his ass first, or you want me to?” I asked casually as I donned my own strap-on. “I don’t know,” she said with a nervous look toward her bitch and then the other three. “Hold on,” I said as I walked over to by harem, which was how I was beginning to think of my cucks, and began methodically placing satin pillowcases over their heads so they couldn’t see a thing. “There, that’s better,” I declared as I gave Triva an encouraging smile as I walked back to her. “What you going to name him—or we can just go with cuck-three?” I asked.
Triva was now watching her husband’s face closely, apparently trying to read how badly he wanted this. “I can always rename him, right? Call him sissy-bitch, or little-dick ... maybe faggot-bait,” she suggested before giggling again, which I quickly scolded her for with a shake of my finger.
“You got it girl, make him beg to be named.”
“Ok, beg me, cuck-three—what should I name you?”
“Whatever you want, honey,” he replied meekly as his cock dripped a little more pre-cum. “No, no, no,” I said as I shook my head, “You call her ma’am, and you call me ‘miss’ and not mistress—hate how that rolls off the tongue.
“Yes ... miss...” he quickly replied, but for him it was too late, so I had him sit then on the edge of the couch then thrust his hips up toward me as I crushed his junk with my foot. “You’re slow!” I declared with a mean look on my face.
“Ummm,” he whimpered in pain.
“Now bend over—you’re going to get fucked up the ass!”
“Yes, miss!” he replied quickly as he stuck his ass up for me. SMACK! I wacked his ass hard with my bare hand, “When I fuck you, call me goddess, bitch!”
“Yes, goddess,” he said softly with a worried look on his face as I stuck my strap-on tip up to his tight asshole, then had Triva hand me the lube. “Plenty of lube, won’t want a sore asshole tomorrow,” I said teasingly toward Triva, who smiled back and nodded he head. “Just the tip,” I said as I thrust just enough to see the tip of the dildo disappear into his asshole.
