Copyright© 2003

There was a young lady of Natchez
Who chanced to be born with two snatches,
And she often said, "Shit!
Why, I'd give either tit
For a man with equipment that matches."

There was a young fellow named Locke
Who was born with a two-headed cock.
When he'd fondle the thing
It would rise up and sing
An antiphonal chorus by Bach.

But whether these two ever met
Has not been recorded as yet,
Still, it would be diverting
To see him inserting
His whang while it sang a duet.

"Ted?"

Oh god! "Yes."

A chuckle. "I just wanted to call and tell you how much I appreciate your wife Ted. In fact I am appreciating her right now!" Another laugh, this one filled with malicious evil humour. "Stay on the line Ted, because I want to tell you one more thing, but listen to this OK?"

My mouth was dry and I felt like vomiting so I did not say a word - neither did I remove the phone from my ear. This was not the first such call and I knew I would listen and feel shame every second of this torture.

"Ted? You still there?" His familiar voice had gotten firmer, demanding.

Finally, "Yes, I am here." Why can I never be my own man?

Another chuckle. "I knew you would not desert me Ted. Your such a fucking wimp - that is why your wife is over here right?" It was a rhetorical question and stayed silent. "Now listen carefully OK 'wimp'?"

The phone became silent and then bumped a couple of times before I heard loud sloppy sucking sounds. Then distantly, Gord's voice ordered, "Thats it Rhonda - suck that cock faster bitch!" The sounds accelerated until I could not imagine someone sucking a dick as fast as I was hearing. Let alone my wife sucking a dick that fast, or any dick for that matter. Since we had been together, she had always been a bit distant in our marriage-bed, stating that she never really enjoyed sex.

This 'affair' started only a month ago - but easily feels like years. Rhonda, my wife, had met a young man at the supermarket, of all places. She told me he was very sexy and their flirting ended up in a hotel room.

When Rhonda told me it was the first time she had ever cheated on me, I believed her. She would not have lied - you see, Gord told her to describe the whole thing to me, not leaving out any sordid detail. My wife discovered something that day, with Gord, that she could be wholly submissive to the right person. When I first heard her say that, I could not comprehend what she meant. Even know, I only understood that she had some deep-need to do what Gord tells her, while not really understanding.

Gord is very attractive, young with a firm hard body, made excellent money as a broker and since they met in the produce isle, she has never said 'no' to him.

Evidently, neither could I and I was paying the price of this humiliation since.

Seated in the living room, across from each other, me sobbing silently as she described how she had just come from the hotel room where Gord had fucked and orgasmed in her 'cunt' and then fucked her virgin ass and orgasmed on her face. The way she said it, cold and calmly, I knew she did not care how I felt - you see Gord told her not to care. Yet I saw something else - Rhonda had loved it, there was a new sparkle in her eye that I've never seen before but wished I had.

My normally chaste wife of fourteen years had ever taken my penis into her mouth even though I had asked enough times. And her ass... well, that was simply forbidden, 'disgusting' she had once said.

My world turned up side down that day!

When you think you hit bottom, you discover that there is never an end to agony and humiliation. My life had become a bottomless pit of degradation and humiliation as I was continually cuckolded to the point of tears on my part.

The sound of the phone moving again and I returned to the present and Gord's voice, again close to the transmitter, asked, "What do you think I should do with your wife tonight Ted? Coat her face or ride her ass?"

I didn't say a word.

A quick laugh and then, "Her ass it is! OK slut, get up and climb aboard Rhonda." There was shuffling and then Gord grunted, "Face the other way cow! How many times have I told you that your ass is much more interesting than your face?" There was more shuffling and then a distant groan that sounded marginally like my wife and I could only imagine what was happening.

Well, I did not have to imagine much actually. Gord had been kind enough to send photos to me - hundreds of photos. Faxes to my private office, email attachments, hard copies and even good old Kodak photo paper. I could write for days about all that I have witnessed on those photos.

Do you want to know something, I kept each image, after I studied it - it was my secret, something that built up my own humiliation from my wife's infidelity.

There may be many reasons I had not sought out Gord and attempted to beat him to a pulp, or run him over with my car or simply leave my home and marriage. Yet, there was one thing I kept telling myself - that Gord would tire of my wife, she being ten years older than he, and then she will come back to me. I imagined the things that Gord had her do, but it was me pulling the strings. Gord, in effect, was training my wife for me - to be the perfect submissive slut!

Yes, I know, I was probably deluding myself - but I needed something to grasp onto. Something that kept both my sanity and my manhood intact. In fact, even in my own fantasies, I could not picture myself doing what Gord did with my wife. There was something missing, some part of me that just did not grasp why Rhonda felt this need to submit completely to this stranger at the expense of our marriage.

On the other end of the phone Gord was breathing heavier, in the background I could hear my wife's unfamiliar sounds of passion. 'Unfamiliar' because I have heard it too many times in the last month, but I have never heard her make such noises when we were in bed together. Of course I had always loved her - but our love-life was lacking, to say the least. The most I had ever extracted from my wife, in the heights of our marriage passion, was soft sighs.

"Rhonda has the tightest little asshole... but you wouldn't know that right Ted?" A long chuckle before he groaned loudly into the receiver. The bastard seemed to know everything about Rhonda and I - our history, specifically our sexual history.

Two weeks ago Rhonda had come stumbling home on impossibly high heels in the middle of the night, into our bedroom. She ignored me as she turned on the light and stripped naked - I sitting up on my elbows and watching her. I hate to admit it but being a slut seemed to be transforming my wife - so that she had lost several pounds and almost radiated sexuality now. As soon as the last garment fell to the floor, Rhonda pulled aside the duvet cover and then climbed between my legs. I watched amazed and silent as she unbuttoned my pyjama bottom and pulled out my soft penis. Her hands were cool as she fondled me into a pleasant hardness before her eyes finally came up to look at me. "Gord said I am not very good at sucking cock and told me to use you as the 'practise dummy'... only for tonight." With that she dropped down and took my cock half-ways down her throat. The way she had said it, like she was telling me what was on the news that night pained me - but that was quickly forgotten as I felt her mouth moving on my penis for the first time. Since she had never sucked me, I had never been sucked - so I have no basis for comparison, but what Rhonda did those few minutes was nothing short of amazing. I can still remember the sweaty, sperm-smell of her skin as she lay on the other side of the bed - still naked. That smell was not from me - as she had swallowed every drop that I gave her - but the sour smell of earlier sex. And just when I thought she was asleep she mumbled, "Gord told me to tell you that if your a good boy you may be able to fuck my cunt."

I didn't sleep that whole night - having tasted a little of what Gord was getting plus felt a deep humiliation at what I was enduring. Then again, there was the memory of Rhonda's sweet mouth!

His breathing was very rough, but he managed to say, "Your getting a visitor today Ted!"

A visitor? I could not help but break my humiliating silence, "Who is it?" I silently prayed that Rhonda would be sent back home, having come home rarely, and I would get that promise of her 'cunt'.

"Emily... your mother-in-law!"

My confusing silence seemed to be enough to amuse Gord and he chuckled, the echos of my wifes loud passion loud now. "Before midnight Ted, I want you to fuck the old bitch!"

'Fuck'! What?

I looked over at the illuminated digital clock - only past two in the morning.

What the hell!

"... the train... you pick her up just before noon... !" He was having trouble breathing, trouble concentrating. "... the old cunt is expecting you... until midnight Ted!"

I could not help it, "Gord... ?" Thats all I managed before I heard him groan right into my receiver while behind that my wife shrieked. I listened to the duo orgasm loudly, and I felt myself pale at the images that came to mind.

Nearly five minutes later Gord finally spoke, in a weary voice, "On your stomach slut... thats it, scoop it out... and lick your fingers clean!"

Then he returned to me, and our conversation, "Any questions Ted?"

Questions? About a million!

"Listen... you rape the old bitch, use your charm on her okay... I don't fucking care!" He chuckled at his own malicious joke. "Then you bang the old broad. Don't worry, I have a feeling that it will not be a difficult task. Rhonda will be home right at midnight - and will call me if you have been successful."

There was so many questions but I only managed a single one, "Why?"

Gord took a long breath and spoke carefully and slowly, as if I was a child, "When I tell you to do something - you do it. No questions asked. I know you want Rhonda back - and I know you want the slut and not the 'lady' you married too. Do this thing for me and you are that much closer to getting your wish fulfilled."

I was just a little shocked that my intentions were so transparent - I have never told anyone that I desired Rhonda back, that I wanted her to act like she did for Gord.

Then the phone went dead and I was left in the darkness with my fears, questions and desires.

Emily came out of the tall wide doors dragging her suitcase and looking rather flustered. My wife's mother is an attractive woman - thin where my wife is voluptuous, classy where my wife is comfortable. It was obvious that something was wrong - and when she saw me she let go of her bag and wrapped her arms around me and sobbed silently.

She never said a word all the way to my home - she barely even looked at me. And strangely enough, Emily seemed to be almost angry - though it did not seem to be directed at me.

Only when we go into the house, her bag upstairs in the spare room did she finally say a word, "Where is Rhonda Ted?"

What could I say! "She is at a friends."

Emily mumbled something under her breath and then asked firmly, "Do you have anything to drink Ted?"

I retrieved her a martini - her drink of choice - and watched as she gulped it down. Whatever had brought her to my home was bothering her - and I had a feeling it wasn't simply that her daughter was banging some pretty-boy. Of course I refreshed it.

She would not eat, she would not talk - all Emily did was sit in the large chair in front of the turned-off television and drink martini's... for hours. My task felt hopeless and I knew I would be humiliated at midnight when my wife showed up and i had not done what I was ordered to do.

I sat across from her, the whole afternoon, playing bartender and contemplating the impossibility of having sex with this old woman. Yes I had noticed, in the years since Rhonda and I met, that she was and is attractive. Yet that does not make the realm of fantasy possible! Emily was a petite woman - small of bone and frame, who did not look skinny but I doubted she weighed half of me. Since I had known her, she had always worn skirts which highlighted her shapely thin legs and had her hair and makeup done to perfection.

About ten in the evening Emily said something besides asking for more booze, "Have you ever done something that your ashamed of Ted?"

Like submitting without a word to my wife and her lovers' humiliating acts? Thankfully, Emily did not wait for an answer. "Something that you did long ago and thought you had got away with?"

Emily was starring at the floor with glazed eyes and her words were slurred with alcohol - but at least it was better than her earlier hours of silence.

"Why did you not tell me about Gord when I arrived Ted?"

What could I have said - the fact that she knew his name took me by surprise. "What should I have said - that your daughter is with her boyfriend right now?" I could not stop from putting venom in my words.

"Gord is more than just Emily's boyfriend isn't he Ted?"

I could feel her eyes boring into my own and my mouth did not seem to want to work.

"I will tell you what he is - a bastard!" Her voice was getting louder, shriller. "And my daughter is completely under his power. Isn't see?"

I simply nodded, but that seemed to be enough to fuel her fire. "Rhonda caught me... years ago, before you two met... I ended it right after, but it will kill her father if he finds out!"

Whoa, what was I hearing - that Emily had an affair, caught by Rhonda and... and what? The fact that she had an affair is startling enough! I could also guess that rather than kill her, her husband would turn her out of house and home - and if there was one thing Emily liked, was her station in life, I could not imagine her without her husband supporting her extravagant way of life.

Emily cursed suddenly, a word that I had never heard her use before and it shocked me.

I sat stunned, not sure what to say or do but my mother in law was very drunk and looked like she was about to fall asleep. Then, rather abruptly, she mumbled, "Do you find me attractive Ted?"

I brought my eyes up and saw that she had spread her knees as far apart as the large chair would allow. Having worn a knee-length tan skirt, which was now above the top of her black thigh-high stockings, I had a clear view of her dark pubic hair. Emily had not worn any underwear and the sight of her pale shapely thighs above the stocking-tops was damned exciting. She may be in her mid-fifties, but my mother in law was a very attractive woman.

For the first time that day, I realized that it would not be such a chore to have my wife's mother.

"Would you do an old woman a favour and fuck me Ted?"

I forced my eyes up to her own and saw that she looked incredibly humiliated! As soon as her eyes caught my own she turned away, gulping her drink yet again. The words she had spoken were not some figment of my imagination - she had spoken them. Though a more alien sentence could not have come from Emily, if I had to consider one.

Then, as I watched, she snapped her knees together and let out a loud sob of despair. "God damn it Ted... she told me to come here and have sex with you! If I didn't... !" Emily put down her newly-empty glass and pushed her skirt back down her thighs, so that the tops of her stockings were again beneath its hem. "Its because of that bastard! She told Gord I had an affair with my husbands brother and now Gord had her order... order", she practically shouted the word, "me here to have sex with you before midnight."

Tears were rolling down her brightly glowing red cheeks, "I told her... begged her... I knew it was impossible, you and I... !" She had both her hands over her face, and began to sob into them. Emily had come here non-consensually to have sex with me, even though she thought herself old and undesirable. My mother in law had dressed exquisitely, had worn sexy stockings and no panties and then had to drink herself into a near-stupor before she could find the guts to go ahead with what Gord had ordered her to do.

Barely a hoarse whisper, "Emily?" She had not heard me and I cleared my throat before trying again, "Emily?" Louder this time and she lowered her hands but her cheeks were stained with her tears and her eyes were half-closed, red, and filled with her tears. She attempted to stifle her sobs as she starred at me blankly.