What the cuck?!?

Currently active rules:

"Old rule: all women have a dramatically increased libido, making them feel horny for most of the day."

"New rule: masturbation is socially unacceptable. No one is allowed to touch their own genitals. Sexual stimulation and gratification can only be performed by others."

"New rule: Women must have permission from a man before having an orgasm."

“New rule: immediately after receiving an orgasm, a girl must offer her ass in a spankable position to the man who gave her permission for the orgasm. “

As Helen was messing about in the kitchen, I spent some time to think. Things were going pretty well, as I was transforming Helen from my wife and equal to my submissive and sex pet. I had been in doubt about the way she would respond to a bit of humiliation, but my pussy grab just now had revealed that it indeed increased the level of her hornification, even if her mind needed some time to adjust to this.

This adjustment had even made a promising start as she already turned slightly more obedient, more accommodating, less confrontational, less willful - and all of that had come so easy. For years I had focused on her mind, on being a good husband, on giving her the stuff she wanted, on being caring and nice and loving. But it wasn’t about that at all. You shouldn’t focus on the mind, conquest of the pussy was enough - as soon as you controlled both the way to arouse it, and the available options of release, all else fell with it. Now it was just a matter of time.

I realized I loved her even more now than I had before - she was objectively a better woman now, and the subjective respect and appreciation of that resulted in a warm and tender feeling for her. When she walked across the room, her embellished ass on display for my watching pleasure, waves of affection flowed through me, and made me want to cherish and protect this lovely sample of womanhood. Even the torment and degradation I subjected her to felt like an expression of this love, since I knew how they converged into her crotch and made her burn with delicious desire.

I smiled at her when she served me a bite, and only gently rebuked her for slightly overcooking the shrimps. There was a bit of guilt in her smile back to me, and she said:

“Yes I know, I’m sorry, Sir. Do you want me to fetch you something else?”

I said that wouldn’t be necessary, that they were still good, and sent her away.

I wondered what to do next. Of course I could bend her over, take out the plug, and introduce her to her first butt fuck from her loving husband. I’d recreate that sweet mix of arousal and pain for her, and enjoy the sight of it as I banged away at her. But it felt bland and unimaginative somehow, as if I wouldn’t exploit the full range of possibilities.

I told Helen I was going out for a bit, and went to the park. The situation hadn’t significantly changed. The weather was still good, and girls were parading themselves, craving for male attention and permission. I didn’t notice Barbara right away, as she was underneath a man in his sixties, doing his best to pump his shot into her against the headwind of his age. I sat down on a bench for a while to watch them until he finished.

He didn’t grant her permission during or after the fuck, so there was no spanking after he finally shot his load into her; he just zipped up, tucked in his shirt, and walked away, leaving her with eyes closed and panting, but unfulfilled. I smiled at her when she opened them again a minute later.

“Hey Barbie. Still questing for those orgasms, eh? Pretty hard to get them, I understand? “

She nodded as she hiked up her skirt and down her shirt, and said: “Yeah. Men are still bastards despite all this.”

“Well, some are, some aren’t. I don’t think I am. Actually, I have a proposal for you.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that? “

“Come back home with me, and I promise I’ll fuck you and allow you to cum on it.”

Her face cleared up: “That sounds almost too good to be true. What’s the catch? “

“Well, I’ll also use my spanking rights afterwards…”

She shrugged: “Yeah, that’s just like usual. What else?“

“Look, are you willing to take a chance or not? “

“I do. Right now?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

I walked her to my apartment and showed her in, shouting: “Helen! We have a guest!”

Helen came to the door, and looked bewildered at the young girl in scant clothing I had brought home.

“Who… is this? What is she doing here?”

“She’s called Barbie, and I brought her home to have some fun. But where are your manners, you are the hostess, and we have a guest! Aren’t you going to invite her in, and offer her a drink? Barbie, what will it be?”

Barbie said: “Erm… a glass of wine, maybe?”

“Sure thing. Helen, go get it!”

Helen was sufficiently submitted by now to make sure my snappy voice made her respond immediately, without asking questions. Barbara’s eyes widened when Helen turned to the kitchen and she noticed the strange way Helen’s skirt was lifted to expose the battered and plugged ass as she walked off to the kitchen to fetch the drink, but didn’t say anything.

I took Barbara straight to the bedroom, and she didn’t need any encouragement when I invited her to take off some clothing; but I stopped her before she took off her heels, stockings, suspenders, and a corseletty thing around her middle, pushing up her breasts without covering them and ending just below the belly button. I thought it would be a nice contrast to the complete nakedness of my wife in the house, emphasizing her vulnerability.

Helen returned with the glass and offered it to Barbara; then I told my wife: “Kneel on the floor and watch the further proceedings without another word from your mouth.”

She obeyed. Me and Barbara got in the bed. Helen was indeed mute and tried to lower her eyes, but I sharply commented: “Keep watching. You might learn something!”

Then I turned my attention to Barbara. Even though I had spanked and fucked her yesterday, I hadn’t really taken the time to explore the rest of her body with my hands. I let her lay on her side, with her back towards me, then curled up to her from behind and reached my arms around her, so my hands could grab and squeeze and play with all her frontal parts, which were turned towards Helen. I started with her left shoulder, and quickly headed for a full cupping of a tit in my hand, using two fingers to take a hold of the nipple and pinch it between my fingertips.

I looked at Helen, kneeling by the side of the bed. She was biting her lips, and when I looked at her she again attempted to avert her eyes; but again I corrected her and told her to keep watching. Barbara was moaning, just slightly, but it was clear she enjoyed my handling. A tear welled in the corner of Helen’s eye, and she murmured: “Gary… please… “

I decided to ignore the fact that she broke her silence, and said: “Yes, Helen? Please what?”, while simultaneously sending my second hand to Barbara’s belly, stroking it.

Helen said: “Please… stop it! You made your point…”

I thought for a moment, then said: “Well you went out to get your satisfaction from some man in the street as well, no? I don’t see why I couldn't have some fun with this juicy Barbie doll over here as well? “

My hand travelled further down. Only minimal pressure on her thigh was needed to make Barbara spread her legs even wider open towards Helen to make room for my approaching hand.

Helen said: “But it is… disgraceful! Please stop it, I am your wife, you have full access to my body now… send this girl away, I will accommodate all your desires!”

“Well we have a few problems there, Helen. First, I really enjoy fucking a girl into oblivion - FULL oblivion. Now you know I cannot do that to you - we talked about that. I can’t allow you to orgasm, remember? “

My hand went further down, reaching Barbara’s labia and spreading them with two fingers, in full view of Helen’s terrified gaze, just a few feet away. I continued: “Besides, Barbie is young and supple… it’s much more pleasurable to play with her than it is with you… surely you understand? “

“Don’t be cruel!”, Helen shrieked. “You’re my husband, doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

I retorted: “It means just as much to me as it means to you, I think, when you went out this morning to get your satisfaction from a stranger!”

As I held Barbara’s labia spread open with two fingers, a third had found her clit and started rubbing it. She shivered as her moaning increased, and her legs spread even wider. Helen had run out of arguments, and turned to a stubborn silence, even when I said to her: “You see? Barbie here clearly enjoys my efforts… which is more than I can say about you for the last nine years!”

A tear welled in her eye, and when she squinted, it rolled across her cheek. I snuggled up to Barbara, and poked my dick forward between her legs. Helen could clearly see that it was rock hard, and just inches away from Barbara’s slit now. She swallowed.

I was really enjoying this, and as I closed those last few inches to insert myself, I said to Helen: “This pussy is so much juicier than yours… “

She started weeping again, and it was a lovely contrast to Barbara’s moaning as I started sending largo thrusts into her from behind. Within thirty seconds, the begging started: “Please Sir… Can I have one… I need it so… please… allow me to cum…”. It only increased the level of Helen’s sobbing.