MY CORN LIFE PART 04

This tale is not my own, but I am extremely excited when I read it, it is divided into 05 (five) parts and would like the author or any other cuckold or eater to come in contact with me to teach me to be as cuckold as he is, I have a bride who is the biggest horny and would like her to do with me everything that this woman has done with this cuckold and marry this wonderful woman (morena, light skin, brown eyes, 5.70 mt, 56 kg, hard titties, a spectacular ass and a pussy who has already put up with various calibres), I changed the name of the wife of the account for my bride and do not know how to put into practice everything that is written in it, if anyone can help me, please contact me by the e-mail that follows the end of the tale. ** *It took us a few days to assimilate the new order that would command our relationship. The night after I sucked Arthur's dick, there was still a certain discomfort in the air. I approached my wife, who was lying in bed, reading: “Can I lie with you?” She was silent for a moment. He answered: “No, dear. I think you could find a little corner in the maid's room. It will be better for both of us...” He continued, in my silence: “If I need you, I will call.” I went to the closet to get some bed linen. Touching him, I asked her if she was going out today. She denied it. You said you needed to rest. I got up early on Sunday. It was about ten o'clock in the morning when I woke up my wife with a well-prepared coffee that I served her in bed. I sought to be as kind as I could, seeking to be accepted by her again. She smiled when she saw me. Thanked my attention. While she was eating, I opened the bedroom windows, letting the sun in. It was a beautiful day. She said she was happy. I had a good sleep. I sat on the bed next to her and approached her. I went to kiss her neck, give her a hug. But at that moment Marly turned. It just stood there. “Get up from here now!” – he said in harsh tone. “This is no longer your bed. You serve me, talk to me. He obeys me.” I got up and stayed by the bed. She continued: “Your place is down there. If I want something with you, I ask.” I stood still, attentive to what she was talking about. She then changed her tone. When she saw me there quiet and obedient, she was gentle again: “Darling, I want you to understand that you are no longer the male of the house. You are nothing but a deer horn”. I kept quiet. She continued: “I love going out with you, talking to you. But only lie with me, the male who eats me. Are we clear?” I felt the head. “If I want anything, I ask. But never take that kind of freedom again. Now get down to the kitchen for a minute. Go fix something...” It wasn't long before she called me back to the room. She asked me to help her get ready. She had arranged something with her married lover. “He will come by to get me. I will have lunch with him.” I looked surprised at her. Every time she went out with him, there was always a climate of total secrecy. Although she had an affair over six months ago, I didn't know who he was. He's the one she put my first horn with. I knew he'd eat her almost every week. But she always kept her identity a secret. And I also think he never knew I was meek. Marly understood my anxiety: “It’s... Now you’ll find out who eats me all this time.” “Do I know you?” She just smiled. Changed the subject: “Go down and get my jeans that are in the laundry...” I was nervous as ever, waiting for the minutes to pass. Marly took a shower and got dressed. I felt grateful because she had let me see her naked, preparing for her lover. The doorbell rang. “Come on, open the gate and tell him I’ll be down in a minute.” I realized the bad situation she put me in. And there was no way out. I should face him. When I opened the gate I was amazed: “Carlos!” Carlos was our best friend. Married to Eleanor, they were the most frequenting couple in our house. If there was a moment of embarrassment, this was soon overcome by him. He greeted me holding out his hand and asked me with a smile: “Is Marly there? I made an appointment to go out with her.” I answered him as if we were living in an absolutely normal situation: “Yes, of course. She asked you to wait a little while, while she just got ready”. We walked into the room when he fired: “I didn’t know you let her go out alone with me. Now it will get better because we no longer need to hide”. At that moment she came in. He came smiling to meet Carlos, hugged him and kissed him in his mouth. “Hi love!” They said goodbye to me. She still had time to tell me to clean the whole house and do some dirty laundry. More than an order, she showed Carlos who was in charge. My wife came back late in the afternoon. I was happy. I looked at her like I wanted to know what they had done. She sat on the couch, told me to take off her shoes, her pants and showed off her pussy. “Come here. Suck that I will tell you what we talked about...” It didn't take me a second to drop my mouth on that dirty cunt. “I told Carlos you were a deer.” As always, in this position I just listened to her. “I just told him everything that happened to Arthur. He was surprised, but loved to know.” It continued: “Tuesday night he will come here and eat me.” Realizing my excitement, I said I could masturbate. I opened my pants and without stopping sucking it, I handled my dick. She still said a few more things to me that I don't remember, because I was making fun of... I woke up Monday justifying the maid. She works with us Monday through Friday, but she doesn't sleep at work. I made up some excuse for occupying the room where she usually changed clothes or kept some belongings. I've been away all day working. At the beginning of the night, when I got home, I couldn't find anyone. The phone rang: “Are you cuckold?” I recognized the voice. He was the same arrogant man I had attended to about a month ago. This time I was submissive right away: “Yes, it’s me...” Even he was surprised, but liked the game and continued: “I want to put it in your wife, but the little bitch doesn’t answer anymore! I want you to tell her to come give it to me...” It was my turn: "I'm sorry, but she's in charge here. I can't help you. I can take your message”. He answered even more angry; "What a message, you turd. I know! I want you here now. I want you to come here personally, get my message!” I got a little confused: “Do you want me to come over to your house now?” “Come right now. Go cuckold, get a pen and write down my address...” I knew I shouldn't go there. But I was excited by the authoritarian way that stranger talked to me. I wrote down your address and then left the house. It was about eight o'clock in the night when I pressed the button on the intercom. It was a four-storey, middle-class, elevator-free building. The gate opened without even identifying me. I went up two flights of stairs and rang the bell. I was treated by a strong, medium-height boy. I should be about 20. His hair was too short, cut with a machine. He was kind of a rude guy. Dressed loosely contrasted with me who still wore a suit and tie. He told me to come in: “Our little horn has arrived...” He looked into my eyes, staring me cynically with a slight smile. I looked away, showing my insecurity. He sat in a chair. I stood, head down. “Did you know that your wife has sucked my dick a lot? Did you know she came here to make fun of me in her mouth? Did you know cuckold?” I said it quietly that I didn't know. “And now she doesn’t talk to me anymore, she doesn’t want to fuck anymore... What do you suggest?” I replied again: “I don’t know”. He stopped for a moment and then said, “Kneel...” Before my hesitation, he said: “Kneel here, motherfucker!” This time I obeyed. Kneeling, static, I realized he opened his pants and pulled his dick out. Without him saying anything, I approached him and fell with my mouth on his penis. I was loving being submissive. I had found my true sexual vocation. It's wonderful to be possessed by someone. No desire of your own. To be delivered with body and soul. More than the homosexual character of sucking a dick, I liked being humiliated. Me, a well-known lawyer, 32 years old, sucking on that big boy. He had a thick, dark dick, not too long. I was loving to worship that phallus that had already penetrated my wife's pussy. I thought about the nights Marly was away. I probably already sucked that fucking boy in my wife's dirty pussy. The boy spoke again as he sucked him: “The problem is that your whore wife, who has fucked me enough, decided to regulate her pussy. My friends wanted to eat her and she said no too!” I took your dick out of my mouth and I licked your balls in a sign that I was worshipping to worship my male. He continued: “And I don’t know how, but I want your little woman to come here and fuck. Submissive like you. I want her to mess with whoever I want. Understand?” Again I interrupted my felation to respond to my male. I looked him in the eye and said I understood. Some time later he pulled his dick out of my mouth and started ejaculating on my face. With his other hand, he held my head so I wouldn't avoid his sperm. My face got all muddy, my jacket, my tie. He rubbed his penis to spread his sperm on me. It didn't take me long to get out. He told me to get dressed and come home. You didn't even let me wash myself, because you said I should go find my little woman anyway, all spouty. Before he left, he even asked me if I understood the message. I said yes and walked out the door still a little dizzy, without even knowing the name or phone number of the one I sucked. When I got home about 10:00 p.m., I couldn't find my wife who arrived at 3:00 a.m.