As if normal

It was around noon, when Helen reappeared.

She walked into the house as if there was nothing abnormal about your wife returning from two days fucking another man. Had she? I was in the garden when I heard her walk into the kitchen.

I literally sprinted up to the house and into the kitchen. The first think I saw was her shapely arse fitting perfecting into a sexy tan bodycon dress, down her legs to stilettos with a 4 inch heel. As she turned I scanned back up her body to see her rounded hips, low neckline, and beautiful chest, and then up to her amused face.

"Hello Cucky"

"Where have you been?" I asked, trying to keep the demanding tone out of my voice.

A raised eyebrow. A stern look "How do you address me if you want your cock released"

"Where have you been, Mistress" eyes instinctively dropping to the floor showing my submission with days of chastity playing with my ego.

"Better. It is not for you to know where your mistress has been. It is for you to do as your told, Understand"

"Yes Mistress"

"Good, strip. Show me you cock"

And I stripped there in the kitchen. Taking my clothes off and when I finally removed my boxers, for some reason I instinctively put my hands in from of my cock, even thought this was my wife of 5 years looking at my cock.

"Look at it. Soft in its cage. You know, that cage might be too large for such a small cock. We'll have to get you a smaller one"

I opened my mouth to protest but she was already gone. I rushed after her as she walked into the lounge, bizarrely hands still in front of my caged cock.

She sat down on the settee, hips on the front edge, reclining back into the cushions. "Kneel between my legs, cuck"

I kneeled between her legs. The hem of her tan dress was stretched tight, lifted far up her hips by the spread of her legs. I couldn't quite see her panties but it must be close. She watched me ass I looked up, knowing full well I had been looking up her dress.

"How have you been cuck?"

"Frustrated, horny... missing you" The last must have sounded as an afterthought but it did reflect the fact that I was being driven mad by the needs of my body and the thoughts in my head.

"You understand what a Cuck's duties when their Hotwife returns home, don't you?"

I did understand from the porn I had been watching. This felt like a moment of truth in our relationship. I swallowed "Yes Mistress"

She lowered her dress to reveal her tits, to tantalise me and ensure my obedience

"Lick, my cuck" and with that she lifted the hem of her dress up and I could see that she was wearing no panties, and now for the first time in our marriage totally shaved .

I kneel down and tentatively stick out my tongue to touch her outer lips. Then an experimental lick with my tongue the full length of her pussy. She opened up "Stick your tongue in. See if you can tase a lover's cum in there". I delved in with my tongue, praying that all I could taste were her juices and not some stud's cum. I licked, and amazingly, Helen just picked up the remote for the telly and turned it on and started watching her favourite TV programme. "Don't stop Cuck. This is not about you, it is about my pleasure. If you want to get out of your cage keep licking until I tell you otherwise."

And so I licked. I stuck my tongue in and tongue fucked her. I licked more and sucked. I persuaded myself that I couldn't taste any cum, but I wan't sure. What happens when a woman showers? can you still taste the cum inside her? You would have thought so, but I don't know. Above, she just ignored me. My cock went hard, and then over time soft again as my jaw attracted to ache. Helen came several times on my face and I lost track of time. After what must have been an hour, she pushed me away with a foot and without saying anything went upstairs. I just sat there confused, horny and wondered where this was all leading.

Most of all I was wondering if I really was a cuck, or if she was just playing with a fantasy in my head