Birthday Blues

"Is it in yet?"

Allison, your wife of eleven years, looks up at you curiously. She was on her back with you between her legs, the two of you on your marriage bed in the missionary position.

"Is it in yet baby? I can't feel a thing."

You had to look down, you honestly weren't sure yourself. Indeed you were, your hard manhood was stuck into her cavernous cunt. The black ink of her tattoo "Cock Whore" written above her pussy where her bush would be did she not shave. Pulling back to look caused you to immediately slip from her. You grab your dick and dive back into her yawning hole, balls deep and you had barely brushed a wall.

You look back up to her face. "I'm in, I'm in baby."

She nods. "Okay Jesse. Do your thing babe."

You didn't need to be asked twice. With pent up energy you begin humping with fast short thrusts, you had to keep them short or you would be constantly plopping out of her slack pussy.

Fucking your wife was like slipping on an old sweater three sizes too large, warm and comfortable but ill fitting in every way. You knew she got nothing from it and you honestly didn't feel much either. But if you got a good rhythm and found a good angle you would find a spot inside of her to rub against until you blew your load. It helped that, except for washing, you were only let out of your cock cage for special occasions like this. It had been a month and a half since you had been allowed to nut. You might not feel much in Allie's spacious tunnel, but when you were as horny and **** as you were it was enough!

"Moan for me." You plead to your slut wife. "Please baby."

She rolls her eyes and scoffs, but she plays along. "Fine, but only because it's your birthday. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh baby. Oh baby it feel so good." She moans, though there is a robotic detachment to the passionless words. "Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh."

You smile in gratitude. With the quantity and quality of cocks she was accustomed to these false noises of pleasure was the best you could hope for. Your mother and sister had well and truly wrecked her for you. The various big black bulls you had hired for her over the years doing their part as well, though none held a candle to what your family had done to stretch her out. Not that you could talk, after so many nights dressing up for "Big Mama" and taking it up the ass on the regular you couldn't remember the last time you'd heard yourself fart. You were as wrecked as your spouse.

"Yeah baby, yeah!" You huff as you fuck her harder. The empty sloppy ploppy queefy sounds of your efforts fill the room. You'd found your spot and you were giving it hell. You didn't feel much but at least you felt it more than when you took sloppy seconds after one of her real lovers, when it felt like dipping your dick in a bowl of warm gravy. Back when you were allowed sloppy seconds that is. You were so thankful for this. To thank her, when you were done, you would fuck her with your strap on. You had a specially made dildo created for it, a mold of your own sad wiener blown up to double size. It was fun to pretend to be a real man once in a while.

"Oh. Oh yes. Oh baby yes." Her already insincere moans now becoming rote, devoid of all feeling. "Yeah baby. Fuck me baby. Oh, you're so good baby."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." You grunt and heave and flex.

Her body jiggles and quakes as you slam into her. Her body wasn't the tight trim tennis player's body of her youth. While she wasn't in bad shape for a woman her age time and comfortable suburban living had taken their toll. She had a few extra pounds now, her flesh a little slack here and there, her face seemed to have gotten tighter and colder. Still not bad for a mother of two.

Ah yes, your children. Your two beautiful blonde haired daughters. Two new Bailey girls in the world. You fuckin hated them. Holy terrors the both of them. Your sissy cucky beta mindset may have started in the bedroom with an arousing kinky excitement, but like a cancer it had spread to all areas of your life.Your kids never listened to you and bullied you, your boss at work walked all over you and openly humiliated you, you just exuded the submissive prideless aura of a human doormat. Allison not only liked this side of you, she helped it along. Making you **** yourself more and more. You had lost your old friends and acquaintances as they could not stand to be around what you had become. You had a poker night with group of other cucks but these sad souls were hardly friends.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh." You grunt as you fuck your bored looking wife, her patience with you visibly wearing thin. She soon stopped all pretense of moaning and pretending to enjoy it. She sighs with exasperation.

"Fuck. Come on Jesse. You gonna squirt or what?" She looks at you with cold eyes. "I'm getting bored, come on." It hadn't even been five minutes.

The last person to really look you eye to eye as an equal was Elsie. But that was years ago. She asked you, begged you, to leave the city with her. To move far away and never look back. But you told her you couldn't. You couldn't...because you weren't allowed to. That was the moment she too lost all respect for you. Those dark magical eyes of hers looking on you with pity and pain, as if some part of her died as well. She hugged you, she kissed you, and then she walked out of your life forever. And with her went your last shred of dignity.

Slop, slop, slop, slop. You plow repeatedly in through Allie's gaping lips. Your ding-a-ling like a clapper in some great fleshy bell.

You fuck your wife with all you had, hoping the rising pressure in your balls would somehow drive the painful memories of Elsie from your mind.

Just then Allie's phone rings.

"Don't answer it." You plead.

She ignores you and reaches over and grabs it. She looks at the screen, her face widens into a huge smile. "It's Fiona!"

"No...don't..." You huff.

All pretense of her having sex was gone, she may as well been alone for all the acknowledgement she gave you now. She answers it in a bright chipper voice. "Hello Mistress." She chirps.

You hear the muffled words of your big sister. Allison giggles like a smitten schoolgirl.

"Yeah. He's on me right now. He he he." Allison replies. She waits, listening to your sister before laughing once more. "Ha ha ha! Yeah, he's red as a lobster. He shouldn't be too much longer now." ... "Aww, Fiona, it's his birthday and he's been such a good boy. He didn't cheat once." ... "What? You're in town!? Oh my god! Yes...yes I want...ha ha ha...okay, okay, hold on. I'll tell him."

Allison is still giggling when she looks up at you and says. "Fiona says you have a ten count to cum birthday boy." She wastes no time. "10...9..."

"Awww Fionaaaaa!" You whine like a bitch at the phone. "It's been so long! It's my birthday! Fionaaaa!"

Allie continues impatiently. "...8...7..."

GAH! You start fucking with wild abandon. You try to grab Allies legs to bring them together, to get some semblance of tightness and friction but she wraps her legs around your butt and hooks her feet together.

Slop, slop, slop, slop. Your butt cramps but you power through it.

"...6...5..."

"Slow down baby." You wheeze. "Please!"

Slop,slop,slop,slop,slop. Your stiff peen dings and careens around her voluminous insides, poking this way and that in your frantic humping.

"....4...."

"Slow down." You beg. Just then your undersized cock springs free of its oversized sheath, causing you to hump the air for a wasted second or two.

"3, 2, 1, 0" She hurries on the end. She gives you a little pat to the cheek as one might condescend to a sad puppy. "There, there. Maybe next time Jesse. Ha ha ha!" She laughs before pushing you off of her and rolling out from under you. Phone at her ear as she gets up out of bed and walks away without a backward glance, leaving you a forgotten and frustrated man. "Okay, he's done. Where do you want to meet baby?" She says into the phone.

Allison's voice fades off as she closes the bathroom door behind her.

You kneel on your bed breathing hard and looking down at your hard twitching dick and swollen blue balls. So close, you'd gotten so damn close.

You take a deep breath as you begin to rub the knotted cramp from your buttock. Ah well, it will just make the anniversary sex that much better. Only two more months. You reach for the nightstand and grab your hand crafted cock cage. The small label upon it, "Bailey's Shame". You sit at the side of your bed, listening to your wife laughing excitedly and getting ready to go out and meet your sister. You wait for your hard on to soften enough to put the cage back on.

***

You wake suddenly with a shuddering breath of anguish and disgust. It takes you a moment but you soon feel the warm supple bodies of your sister and aunt against you. You hear their breathing, you feel the quality sheets and smell that unique aroma of Peg's room. The room was still pitch black.

"Mmmm?" You feel Aunt Peg stir to your side. With a half asleep voice she mumbles. "You okay honey?"

You take an unsteady breath of air and whisper. "Yeah. I'm okay." You notice only then just how tense you were.

She kisses your shoulder, her hand reaches up and strokes your cheek and neck. She caresses you again. With her head so close to your heart she surely could hear it beating up a storm. She pets you and soothes you. Her soft hand stroking along your cheek, down your neck, and over your bare chest. Again and again with a soft loving touch. It takes some time but her soothing helps. Your breathing settles, your heart slows, you let out another long sigh as you truly calm yourself.

"Need to talk?" She asks, still not quite awake.

Your body finally relaxes. You say again, this time convincingly. "No. I'm okay."

"Mmmm. Love you." Peg whispers, another kiss of her tender lips to your shoulder. "Love you."

You squeeze her. "Love you too Peg."

"Mmmmm." She hums happily and settles completely back into you. Her fingers gently stroking along the center of your chest. Plainly very content to have a man to snuggle against.

Over the next few minutes you hear your aunt drift off to sleep again, her stroking fingers come to a rest. Elsie, nuzzled into your other side, stirs and nestles in even more. An adorable noise escaping her as she holds to you. You were surrounded by love and support. You were not Jesse the sissy, Jesse the cuck, Jesse the bitch. You were the big brother, the loving nephew, your father's only son. You were still your own man.

You smile and close your eyes. Soon falling back to sleep yourself.