“He searched for a word – was ‘cuckold’ specifically masculine? Were women saddled with verbs instead of nouns, with the past-imperfect, the "was" and "used to" of being cheated, deceived, disappointed.”

Richard House, The Kills

 

In my position as ambassador, I had to be careful. Even more so when my "uncle" was taken into consideration.

Being appointed ambassador was usually a sign of trust from His Holiness. However, being only a simple priest as a relative of His Holiness made it clear to everyone in the clergy I was an undesirable person. At least that much was clear to anyone who knew about the hierarchy in the Church.

A simple priest, fortunately, did not have to take a vow of chastity or silence. So in a certain sense I had to be grateful to my "uncle" not to have received a higher church rank. When I was appointed ambassador to Mitoran fifteen years ago, I had some leeway as far as female companionship was concerned.

However, a normal relationship was out of the question for me. In one of the establishments of nocturnal pleasures in Nuldur I finally found the solution to my social and carnal compulsions. Madame Cheval de Lecurie. Outwardly a lady of status and inwardly a whore. We made a business agreement for a mutually beneficial relationship. She played the role of my wife at social events and towards the church. Fornication was frowned upon in the extreme. That is why it was common practice among the clergy to have "marriages of hours". Every churchman was allowed, for a fee, to buy the appropriate papal permission. But not in Mitoran. My solution was a marriage of convenience. To the outside world, I had a wife with whom I could indulge in physical love, and Madame Cheval had a regular customer with special needs. All very comfortable.

 

Madame Cheval, as my wife and my whore, was also not repelled by my "special" inclinations. Just her profession made an enormous attraction for me. Madame Cheval told me every evening when she had a customer. And in detail what the customer and she did in bed. I was always allowed to masturbate during her reports before we went to bed together and I was allowed to satisfy my lewd lust on her body.

For years we both kept up appearances and I was very pleased with our arrangement. At least until a few weeks ago when Madame Cheval was promoted to guild mistress. She made it very clear to me that she now had a woman as her "boss." Madame Cheval was crystal clear, she would continue to run our marriage and tell me about each of her clients. However, under no circumstances would she talk about her without permission from her boss. Mistress Laura was not only her boss, but also her mistress.

I had never felt so aroused. I begged for several weeks to know who had sexually subjugated my wife in bed. When Madame Cheval came home one morning after spending the night elsewhere, she agreed to ask permission. But she would rather give up our marriage of convenience than her mistress.

I asked several times Madame Cheval to make arrangements for a meeting. Madame Cheval was hard as iron when she told me that Mistress Laura would not spread her legs for money. Not for anyone. Should I even hint or think such a thing I would be emasculated by her personally. And I believed her. I had looked into Madame Cheval's eyes and I was afraid.

And so I found myself in Madame Cheval's office under her desk, indulging her with my mouth. Since she had returned from that night, I enjoyed more and more when she treated me as her servant in our physical lusts and ordered me around. Neither I nor Madame Cheval would have suspected how much pleasure this gave me.

 

That was the moment when Mistress Laura entered my wife's office. And caught our outrageous goings-on with a glance.

 

"I can see what he likes about you," Mistress Laura said, looking down at Madame Cheval. "I mean, you're sexy anyway. But here in your office ... I don't know. I guess it's a power thing."

My wife jumped up and bowed, "Mistress Laura, I am at your disposal."

"But I certainly hope so for your sake, Cheval. You're my best little horse in the stable, but you're mine no matter what." Then her Mistress leaned down and kissed my wife intensely on the mouth.

And I could see my formidable Madame Cheval melting under this woman's lips. Until only Cheval remained. My wife was short of breath. From my position under the desk, I could hear her gasp. When their lips finally parted, I could see my wife's eyes light up as she looked up at her boss. Cheval was aroused. There was no denying that. On the other hand, I myself was hardly unmoved by what was happening right in front of me. Watching her boss and my wife play with each other kept my arousal coursing through my flesh, my craving as uncontrollable as it was senseless. At the moment, no one gave a damn what I wanted.

 

"And it's true, I am the boss," Mistress Laura said. Standing over both of us, she looked more regal and powerful than I could have imagined. Her pleased smile left me in no doubt as to what she was feeling. "I'm the boss, and what I say goes. So if I want your husband to watch while I have fun with his pretty little wife, I will." Mistress Laura turned and bent to the drawer of the desk. Cheval smiled at me and pressed her thighs together in anticipation. I could hardly believe what was happening. In a short time, Cheval had shown how easy it was for her to be a mistress to me. When she wanted, she completely dominated me, could make me do almost anything just to serve her and have sex with her. But now, it seemed, she had met a woman who was even more dominant by nature than she was. And from the gleam in her auburn eyes, I could tell that it excited her immensely.

 

Mistress Laura took several short ropes out of the drawer. Cheval's lips pursed in surprise. But she said nothing. She didn't protest. I could see that Cheval was nervous, and I could hardly blame her. I was nervous, too. But her nerves were clearly no match for her desire. Cheval could have as many fears and doubts as she wanted. But she wasn't saying no. Not in front of this woman.

 

I watched the gray fabric of Mistress Laura's pants tighten over her bottom as she stepped between my wife and me. She bent over the chair and tied a rope around one of Cheval's wrists to tie it to the arms of the chair. Mistress Laura's movements were slow and deliberate, as if to give my wife a chance to tell her to stop. But Cheval didn't. She just sat there staring up at her boss while Mistress Laura tied first one arm, then the other to the armrests of the chair.

When she was finished, Mistress Laura placed the remaining ropes on the desk. She bent even further at the waist and kissed my wife again. I listened, helpless to do anything else. And the fact that I couldn't take my eyes off her boss's ass as she leaned forward only added to my humiliation.

Finally, Mistress Laura straightened up. I felt the footsteps of shoes on the floor as she stepped away from my wife. I looked at Cheval, and she smiled down at me, obvious pleasure shining in her gaze.

Meanwhile, Mistress Laura circled around behind her. I leaned forward again and watched her boss run her hands over my wife's body. Cheval's eyelids fluttered as Mistress Laura grabbed one of her breasts through her blouse. The other crept on and continued its tantalizing journey over my wife's body. As it disappeared under her skirt, Cheval let out a soft cry. And all the while, Mistress Laura stared at me. A smile of conquest showed on her stern, beautiful face. She was taking my wife right before my eyes. And neither of us could do anything about it. Neither of us wanted to do anything about it except speed it up. My desire gave her endless power, but obviously it had the same effect on my wife. Of all the humiliations I had enjoyed at the hands of my wife, this was the greatest.

 

"You dressed kind of slutty today," Mistress Laura said, still looking at me even as she spoke to Cheval. "Was it because you wanted to get fucked? Did you want me to fuck you in my office while your husband watched?"

"No," Cheval said. Her breath was short and only got shorter as Mistress Laura continued to grope her breasts with one hand and caress between her thighs with the other. Mistress Laura's hand was hidden under my wife's skirt. From the way Cheval was writhing in her chair, already struggling against the restraints that held her down, I knew exactly what Mistress Laura was doing to her. "I was teasing my husband," Cheval managed to say, squeezing the words out with great effort through a rising melody of lustful moans.

 

"Good idea," Mistress Laura grinned. "It's fun to see him horny and frustrated. But now you're turning me on, too. And I'm not like your pathetic bitch of a husband. When I get horny, I do something about it."

"Oh mistress," Cheval gasped. Mistress Laura's charisma could be felt all the way under the table. And I watched as her boss suddenly loosened her grip on my wife and straightened up to circle back around her chair. Now Cheval was not looking at me. It seemed she only had eyes for the other woman.

"Let's get those panties off, shall we?" said Mistress Laura, putting herself between me and my wife again. "In this office, panties are for boys. For sexy little sluts like you, they just get in the way."

Cheval gasped again as Mistress Laura pushed her backwards. The chair slid slowly across the smooth floor, and the heels of my wife's boots dragged across the pavement. Beside me, Mistress Laura sank into a crouch, her movements only slightly hindered by the tightness of her uniform. She smiled up at my wife and slid her hands up Cheval's legs, under her skirt. She reached for my wife's panties and pulled them down. Cheval obligingly lifted her legs so her boss could remove her undergarments completely.

 

"See? Look at this," Mistress Laura said, holding up my wife's undies critically between her hands. "Those are very skimpy panties, Cheval. The kind of panties a slut wears when she wants to get fucked. Are you a slut, Madame Cheval?"

"No," my wife said uncertainly, shaking her head. Mistress Laura just smiled in response.

"No?" She repeated. "You certainly look like one, sitting there in your chair with no panties on. You know what happens to sluts in the workplace, don't you? They get fucked. You get fucked by the boss. But since you're not a slut, I guess you're not interested in that."

"No," Cheval gasped. I could see the confusion and uncertainty on her beautiful face as she struggled against her darker impulses. I knew that feeling all too well. And on the one hand, my heart tightened for my beautiful wife in a pang of pity to see her in even the most playful kind of distress. On the other hand, I also felt a spasm of joy. Let her experience what it feels like to be irritated and tormented. Let her find out what it's like to be rejected all the time.

"No, I ... I ... I want it," Cheval said in a meek voice I never heard from my sexually experienced wife. She hung her head, the soft waves of her brown hair framing her lovely face. I, of all people, sensed that Mistress Laura would not let her off so easily.

"You want what, Cheval?" Mistress Laura was still holding my wife's tiny underpants in her hand. But her other moved ceaselessly up Cheval's legs, caressing her soft skin. My wife's skirt lifted higher and higher, and underneath I caught a glimpse of her pussy. It shone wetly in the glare of the light. But I didn't need to see that to appreciate how badly Mistress Laura was arousing my wife.

"I want to... To be fucked. I want you to fuck me." Cheval brought the words out as if it took a tremendous effort. But as she spoke, she raised her head again, her eyes burning with a fire I knew well as she met Mistress Laura's gaze. My fiery wife was torn between her desire to submit and her desire to be strong. I already knew what the outcome would be. But that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the show.

"Of course you do," laughed Mistress Laura. "That's what sluts like you always want. Say it. Tell me what you are and I'll give you what you want. Admit you're a slut right in front of your husband, and I'll fuck you like one."

 

Cheval hesitated for just a moment. Just for a second, her eyes wandered to me. I couldn't have said anything even if I had wanted to. But even with a gag, I probably wouldn't have had anything to say. What was happening was between the two of them, it seemed to me. I had so little to say lately. And I hardly knew what I wanted myself. I knew that what Mistress Laura was celebrating would be an outrageous enticement for me. But it would also be one of the most erotic things I had ever experienced in my life, which was not lacking in perverse fun.

"I'm a slut," Cheval finally confessed, and Mistress Laura roared with laughter. "I'm a slut, and I need to be fucked." Cheval spat out the words like arrows. After everything I had seen so far, I firmly believed that Mistress Laura could dominate anyone she wanted. But I also knew my wife. Her boss would have to put up a fight to tame Cheval. That was certainly more than I had ever managed.

"There. That wasn't that difficult, was it?" Mistress Laura cooed. I winced as she turned to me. "Did you hear that, panty boy? Did you hear that your wife will be my little fuck toy too?" I nodded my head, and Mistress Laura grinned with satisfaction. She leaned forward and ran her fingers teasingly over Cheval's pussy. Above her on the chair, my wife sighed. I watched as Mistress Laura slid her fingers into my wife's fanny, manipulating her silken folds to give her a delight that I could look at from my place under the desk.

 

"Oh, you're wet," Mistress Laura said. "Admitting what you are really turned you on, didn't it? That's a really juicy pussy." Cheval moaned louder as Mistress Laura slipped her fingers in and out faster. I could scent my wife's arousal in the air, and as I gazed, Cheval's soft walls began to quiver around Mistress Laura's invading fingers. Then Mistress Laura moved things along. I saw Cheval's eyes open wide and a cry of surprise escape her throat as Mistress Laura scrunched up Madame Cheval's panties between her spread legs and stuffed them into her pussy.

"Oh Mistress, what are you doing?" Cheval gasped, her eyes glued to Mistress Laura.

"It doesn't fucking matter what I'm doing," Mistress Laura growled. "The only thing I want you to do right now is cum for me while your slut husband observes. Do it, slut. Juice for the boss." As she spoke, Mistress Laura pressed her palm against my wife's pussy. I saw Cheval's leg tighten as her boss manipulated her clit. The heels of Cheval's boots drummed on the floor, and the chair squeaked and creaked as she wriggled in her bonds. But I knew as well as anyone that the rope Mistress Laura used to tie my wife to the chair would not slacken.

And soon my wife was tossing her head from side to side, her squeals of passion filling the office as she screamed and moaned. She was going to cum whether she wanted to or not. But it was clear to me, her husband, that she liked it a lot. A powerful orgasm ripped through her, making my wife throw her head back in orgasmic pleasure. Her legs trembled and quivered around Mistress Laura's slender hand, which moved in a blur as she skillfully played with my wife's lower body.

 

And as the trembling slowly faded, Mistress Laura reached forward again. I heard Cheval moan as Mistress Laura pulled the completely soaked panties from her sex. She turned to me and held it in front of my face.

"Sniff, panty boy," Mistress Laura ordered with a grin. "Sniff your slut wife's briefs and watch her boss make her cum hard."

I did. Of course I did it. I didn't even hesitate. Even though I knew what it would do to me. I inhaled deeply, and the scent of Cheval's juice struck a deep chord in my chest, making my cock swell even more against the piece of cloth still wrapped tightly around it. Above me, my wife panted as she watched the humiliating spectacle. And Mistress Laura was laughing again, her laughter the steady music to the drama unfolding in my wife's office. Mistress Laura was in heaven. So was my wife. And in my own strange way, so was I. In the middle of heaven, a hard-boiled heaven of pain and suffering and incredible joy. Just a few weeks ago, I couldn't have imagined such a feeling. And now, after feeling it, I knew I would never forget it.

 

"I love hearing you cum," Mistress Laura said, grinning up at my wife as she turned back to her. "But this is a workplace. My other employees will be showing up soon, and we can't have you screaming and shrieking like a bitch in heat. Luckily, I already know how to keep bitches like you pacified."

Mistress Laura rose gracefully from her crouch. She bent over my wife again, and my heart pounded in my chest as I saw what was coming.

"Open your mouth," Mistress Laura commanded. Cheval squirmed. But since her wrists were tied to the arms of the chair, there wasn't much she could do to resist her boss. Slowly, Mistress Laura stuffed the wet panties into my wife's mouth. Then she retrieved a leather strap from the desk and closed Cheval's mouth. Cheval's eyes flashed excitedly over the strap.

"That's better," Mistress Laura grinned. "Sluts should be seen and not heard. Now I want a taste of that juicy pussy myself. Watch, panty boy. Watch and learn how to lick your wife's pussy properly."

 

With that, Mistress Laura sank back down beside me. With a final smile in my direction, she moved toward my wife. Cheval moaned against the gag and watched, eyes burning with arousal and desire, as Mistress Laura slid between her thighs. Slowly, tenderly, her boss began to lick. The wet sound of her tongue on my wife's pussy filled the room, punctuated by Cheval's rapid breathing. And soon I heard the telltale moan of pleasure from behind the gag in her mouth. Soon my wife was rolling in the chair again. Mistress Laura's short black hair shone like silk as her head bobbed up and down, and every movement of her tongue brought my wife to new heights of passion.

Cheval's boot heels scuffed on the ground. The office chair squeaked as she braced herself against it, her body stiffening and tensing as if a river of ice were flowing through it. Another orgasm, more potent than the last, raced through Cheval's body. Silently, I watched her scream against the gag, driven wild with lust by Mistress Laura's mouth.

Mistress Laura sat back down. Ostentatiously, she wiped her wet mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes, too, were blazing. She rose again, bent over Cheval, and pulled the gag from her mouth. She held out her hand, and my wife spit her own panties into it.

 

"I hope you sucked all your juice out of there," Mistress Laura said.

"I did, Mistress," Madame Cheval gasped.

"Good girl," smiled Mistress Laura. Again she tossed my wife's panties on the desk. "But now it's your turn to make me happy. It takes more than that to be a slut who gets fucked. You have to serve your boss, too." With that, Mistress Laura circled behind Madame Cheval's chair. My wife stared at me with savage eyes, I was unable to believe what was going on. But I could. I could see it all too well as I watched Mistress Laura grab the chair from behind and push Cheval around her desk.

 

Mistress Laura set her down on the side of the desk and began to remove her pants. She dropped them on the floor and peeled out of her uniform. Then she pushed papers aside and climbed onto the desk above me. I shuffled forward on my knees and stretched my neck to get a better view. And as I gazed, Mistress Laura clasped her legs over Cheval's shoulders. The chair moved toward the desk as Mistress Laura pulled my wife toward her. Mistress Laura used her legs to pull Cheval's head down to her, and my wife buried her face between her boss's thighs.

" Lick me, bitch," Mistress Laura commanded. And from the look of enjoyment that spread across her face, I could see that my wife was doing just that.

Once again, there was nothing I could do but listen. Once again the wails and moans of womanly pleasure rang out in the room. Except this time it was Cheval who was giving and Mistress Laura who was receiving. And my cock ached like never before, as if it were trying to break free of the restraint that confined it, as if that could bring me the pleasure I craved. But I knew better, there was nothing left for me to do but watch my wife bring her boss to orgasm. And while Mistress Laura's athletic body twitched on the desk, while my wife licked and licked as desperately as if heaven lay between her boss's legs, I knelt and gasped and felt like I was going crazy with unsatisfied desire.

Mistress Laura held onto the edge of the desk as she came. Despite her talk that she was afraid other workers might come, nothing held her back. Her cries of pleasure filled the office, making my defeat more bittersweet with each moan and groan. I could hear the wetness of her orgasm in my wife's mouth, Cheval swallowing and slurping rapidly as she devoured her boss's love juices. It was a scene I never thought I would see in my lifetime, a scene of such outrageous perversity that it hardly seemed real. But that was the path we were on. The path I had been begging for. There was no turning back now.

 

After her climax was over, Mistress Laura sat up. Her heel scuffed on the desk above me as she swung her legs over the side. Cheval watched in dreamy silence, her face still glistening from her boss's juices. I was no less drunk in my arousal than she was. Together we watched in silence as Mistress Laura bent down, picked up her uniform and put it back on as if there were nothing more normal in the world. Mistress Laura tugged at her tight dress as she adjusted it, stroking her black hair.

"Well, that was fun," she said. "But I can't play with you two sluts all day. I've got some work to do. You can take your husband home now. You're both dismissed."

Cheval smiled up at Mistress Laura as if she had been praised.  Mistress Laura released Cheval's arms from the restraints and told her to rise. On my knees, I crawled out from under the desk. As Cheval slowly stood up, Mistress Laura pulled the chair out from under her and slid it under the desk. To the place where I had been before.

 

I groaned as I rolled my shoulders, trying to release the tension that had been building up all this time. But when I reached for the skimpy panties that barely covered my bound cock and balls, Cheval stopped me. "No," she said, and again a wild light burned in her beautiful brown eyes. "Leave it like that. I like it that way."

"Good girl," Mistress Laura said from behind her desk without lifting her gaze. She continued to ignore us as we dressed. I put on my pants. Cheval did not put her own soaked panties back on. Instead, she handed them to me, and I stuffed them into my pocket. When we were dressed, my wife looked uncertainly at her boss.

 

"Goodbye then, Mistress," she said. Judging from the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, I knew my wife was hoping for more. My heart contracted with a strange kind of pity. But Mistress Laura didn't even look back at us as she walked.

 

Cheval would want more and be disappointed to be sent away. And in a way, so was I. But then again, I was so exhausted that I was glad to be sent home.

 

No one else was in the office yet. And as we walked together to the door, I couldn't forget what I had seen. I couldn't ignore the fact that my wife was naked under her short skirt and that her skin was still glowing from the ecstasy of orgasm. I couldn't forget for a moment the piece of cloth that was still painfully tied around my genitals, making an erection impossible. And I certainly couldn't forget how Madame Cheval, so submissive to Mistress Laura, had instantly transformed back into the woman of my dreams when she ordered me not to take it off.

 

Together we drove home in silence. I was painfully aware of her skirt sliding down her beautiful thighs, and tried to focus on something else as the carriage drove us home.

"That was really crazy," Madame Cheval said at one point in a low voice.

"You can say that again," I replied. That was it. That was all we said to each other the whole ride home. We were both busy with our own thoughts. But as the coachman pulled into the driveway, eager to finally put an end to the longest and wildest day of my life, another need, worse than food and sleep, oppressed me. Madame Cheval's skirt swung around her hips as she stepped out of the carriage, and I followed. We stepped into the house, and no sooner was the door closed behind me than I pounced on her.

Madame Cheval giggled. I kissed her frantically, kissing her lips, her neck, her shoulders, my hands racing all over her body as if I wanted to take her inside me all at once.

"Wow, you're horny," Madame Cheval snickered. "Did it turn you on to watch me get eaten out by my boss?"

"Oh my God, yes," I moaned into Madame Cheval's hair as she laughed. "Please, Madame Cheval! Come on! Let's go to bed."

I tugged on Madame Cheval's arm as I spoke, leading her through the house. She held back a little, but didn't resist. Her boot heels echoed on the floor as she followed me, not fast enough for my taste.

"That's right," she said from behind me. "I may be a slut, but I'm still your lover. Don't forget that."

"Fine," I growled. "But I need to fuck you right now."

Madame Cheval shrieked as I grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the bed. I tore off my own clothes and didn't even bother to take them off. I simply pushed her skirt up around her hips. I ripped off the panties, pulled on one end of the piece of fabric she had tied, and finally, with a loud moan, released my genitals. Immediately my abused cock pulsed, throbbing and desperate. Without hesitation, I thrust it into my wife's pussy. After everything that had happened that morning, she was wet and ready, and she took me inside her with ease. I saw her eyes roll back in her head as I thrust my erection into her, as if to bury myself deep inside her body. Just like that, me on top of her, her fully clothed and stretched out on our bed, I fucked my wife, making her beautiful body bounce on the mattress under my thrusts. She screamed and kicked under me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, her boot heels scraping across my thighs. I didn't feel any of it. I just had to let go. And with a loud cry, I did just that. My bristling cock spurted what felt like oodles of my cum deep into Madame Cheval's beautiful body.

Exhausted, I slumped on top of her. Sighing, Madame Cheval pushed me away. I dropped down on the mattress beside her, my flaccid cock still glistening with her juices. In a few minutes I fell into a deep sleep.

 

The last coherent thought I had before sleep took me was that I still didn't know what it would cost me.