It’s Hard Work Holding A Marriage Together

It’s Hard Work Holding A Marriage TogetherCHAPTER 1: The BeginningReaders. If you’re a small cock husband, whether your wife be beautiful or average, there will come a time when your cocksmanship and tongue-manship will still fall short of what she believes she needs in the way of sex. And if you truly love her, then you have to go all out to do what it takes to keep her, and hold the marriage together.Believe me; it can be rough at times to do so. It’s trying. For instance, I’m baby-sitting our three young k**s tonight while my wife is out partying with three of her favourite lovers. Incidentally, I might add that they are each the real father of one of our three beautiful c***dren.Even though she loves me, she wanted to prove her love to each of her lovers by having a love c***d from each of them. She said if I loved her, I would support her. She knew my love was deep for her and what better way to prove it than agreeing to what she asked of me. As you can see, I gave into her and now have the ultimate proof of being a cuckold facing me every day. Of course, I love the k**s and don’t hold them responsible. Even their fathers say I’m better for them than they are.My wife delights in being a good piece of ass for her big dick lovers, whom she refers to as “real men”. She also does gang bangs for them and their friends at parties too. But no matter, when they have had their fill of her and are through with her, she comes home to me, her loving husband, who always welcomes her with open arms.She always insists I tongue out her musky, slick, slimy, dripping well fucked cunt after her outings. I’m more than willing to prove my love to her in this manner as well as add what I can to her sexual satisfaction by doing so. It turns her on to have me do this, and I also have discovered a certain joy in doing this for her also. As one sports writer once said, it’s the end game that counts. She tells me that her lovers only warm her up for my oral efforts. Over the years, I have come to enjoy sucking her out more than having intercourse. Plus, with her cunt being so stretched due to her lovers’ big dicks, she doesn’t get much pleasure from my small prick anyway. Besides I’m not as long winded as they are anyway.Well anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself. From the beginning here’s my story of my trials and tribulations in holding my marriage together.My name is Victor. My wife and I have been married two years. She is a lovely well proportioned dark hair brunette.It was becoming obvious that my wife was becoming less enchanted with our sex life and told me so.”Honey, you know I love you. I love your tongue on my pussy, but I need more to get me off. I need a good size long cock to hump me and get me off. Maybe we should separate a while and see if this marriage is going to work out.”Her words devastated me. I know I wasn’t well endowed, but I thought my oral efforts made up for that. Apparently it didn’t.I loved her so. I knew I couldn’t just give up and let her out of my life. I for sure would lose her then.We both agreed that a marriage counsellor’s opinion was best. We were concerned about the money for a counsellor, so we sought out the advice of our minister first.”Victor and Betty, you did the right thing to see me first. I’m very familiar with situations like yours. Through no fault of your own Victor, you’re just not man enough to take care of your wife’s needs. And she on the other hand, through no fault of her own, has the normal urges of a full blooded woman. Take out your penis Victor.””W-What?” I said.”I said take out your penis. This is serious Victor. Do as I say. We must not be shy here.””Go ahead honey, do as the Reverend told you. He’s trying to help us.” My wife added.I took out my small prick. It was fully relaxed and shrunken, so it was only between one and two inches long in that state. Needless to say I was fully embarrassed as I stood in the Minister’s study with my shorts down and my cock exposed for he and my wife’s gaze.”What size is it normally Betty?” “About 3 – 4 inches long and on the skinny side, even when erect?””So that doesn’t excite you as much as it once did, huh Betty?””Well Reverend, it never really did anyway, but I was satisfied by his, mouth. He sucks very well. So I settled for that and just put up with his efforts with his little thing.” My wife’s words really hit me hard.”Don’t dress yet Victor. You may sit. Let your pants fall to the floor. I want your prick to stay out for a while.” The minister said in a direct, almost dictatorial manner. I felt compelled to follow the order of this man of the cloth. His masculine voice seemed to command attention.He next stood up and lowered his trousers to reveal his manhood which brought a gasping sound from both my wife and I simultaneously.”Is this more what you think you need Betty?” He said walking over in front of where she sat.”Oh yes Reverend, yes, yes, just what I need. You’re hung so beautifully.” She said with obvious excitement in her voice. His prick was about 7″ relaxed and had a perfectly formed head, which peeked out from around the circumcised sheath.”Come c***d, handle my member and tell me what you would do with it.”As she began to talk to Reverend Davis, he stopped her and told me not to move an inch but to sit and learn. His stern focused look cowed me. Here again, I was mesmerized and stilled by his voice.My wife resumed her fondling and handling of his good size cock as she told him how she’d like to have him inside her. She was obviously in heat and was serious about what she was saying.”Don’t get upset Victor, this is for the good of your marriage.” He said as he started removing her blouse and urged her to suckle his hardening meat.Moments later, I sat in a chair looking on, the Reverend and my wife were in the throes of hot juicy intercourse without any shame or guilt and virtually oblivious to me as I sat taking it all in. What could I say? The strange thing is that I had a hard prick, which I handled from time to time as they so passionately sexed it up in the study.Thirty minutes later, they de-coupled after a bit of deep long French kisses. It was obvious she didn’t want him to get up or out of her. His almost nine inch dick, eased out of her well fucked cunt with a soft sucking swishing sound as air rushed back into her well stretched sloppy wet messy pussy.”Now do you see what your wife needs Victor?””Y-Yes s-sir.” I replied stammering.”But you can’t give her that kind of sex can you Victor?””Uh… n-no s-sir.” I said hanging my head.”But you liked what you saw right?” He said pointing at my erection. My wife spotted it also.”Reverend I think he liked watching his wife being taken. Is that anyway for a man to respond to his wife being sexed?””No, I’m afraid not Betty. But then Victor, your concern is not about being something you can’t be. Is it Victor? Your only concern should be about being there for your wife when she needs you. You want to be a good husband don’t you?””Y-Yes sir. I-I do want to be a good husband.””Step out of your pants and shorts Victor and come here. Let me tell you what a good husband would do in this situation.”I did as he ordered me. When I came before him his next words shocked me. I’d never sucked a loaded wet well used pussy before. But his insistence that this was not only the right thing to do, but a husbandly obligation weakened my resistance. Additionally, there was something exotic about my wife’s red swollen drippy slimy pussy lips that seemed attractive even if nasty and messy. I felt myself losing control as he pushed my face right into her soppy sloppy bush that was coated with his thick abundant sperm. She then closed her legs around my head. He and she both urged me on as I tasted and then started slurping down mouthfuls of their hot well mingled sex juices.”OOOH YES! Suuuck ME! Make feel like a woman at last!” My wife cried out as she had yet another orgasm as she humped her sloppy cunt tightly against my face.Later after we three had composed our selves; Reverend Davis got me to confess that the taste of her used cunt was palatable and that I did get pleasure from doing that. They both chuckled as they let me know my erection gave me away. I wanted to sex my wife too, but the minister stopped me and directed me to put my throbbing member away. Sheepishly I did. My wife just anadolu yakası escort smiled at my embarrassment. I couldn’t believe it, she seemed to be enjoying my plight.Reverend Davis resumed counselling us, which took the form of a lecture to me on my new responsibilities in seeing to my wife’s happiness.”Victor as I have demonstrated, you’re the problem in this situation. However, through your love and understanding, you can also remedy the situation and help your wife fulfil her needs and in the process demonstrate not only your love but also that you want to be a good husband. You do love your wife and you did say you wanted to be a good husband too, didn’t you?””Oh yes sir. I do.” I replied quickly.”Then by using the God given talents you have with your mouth, you can provide for your wife’s need in that way and let others, who are better endowed, provide her what else she needs. Understand Victor?””Y-Yes sir. I-I think so.” I replied meekly, being afraid of where he was going with his train of thought. The more he talked the more correct I was in my assumption. “So therefore, Victor, you must not think of your lovely wife’s activities in seeing and dating other men as adultery, but as therapy for what you can’t do for her. I expect you to do all you can to support her in her quest for fulfilment of her needs. She’ll need the help of myself and many other men. Of course in the way of sex, your help will be needed also, especially in the manner you performed a few minutes ago. Now it is still required that you be faithful and not stray from your marriage vows, while your wife is seeking and being provided what you are unable to give her. Understand?””Y-Yes s-sir”. I again replied as he looked at me so sternly. It was clear from my wife’s face, even though she held my hand tightly; she was delighted at what was going on.”Victor, you must be prepared to be spending many nights at home alone until your wife returns from her outings with other men. And when she returns, you must always greet her with love, admiration and respect. And you must never shy or shrink away from your obligatory duties of showing your respect and love by being there for her if she desires to share the love juices of her encounters with other men. I expect you to be totally obedient in this regard, as well as her other needs. Through your love and obedience to your wife Victor, you two will find a deeper love in your marriage. And Betty, it would be good of you to always describe to your husband the activities of your dates, especially how well endowed they are as he’s orally administering to you.””Yes Reverend, I surely will.” She said gleefully.The good pastor also let me know that I should do more of the household chores since my wife may not have time for such things because of her increased activities. “As you know, idle hands are the Devil’s workshop.” He said looking at me.”And Victor, one other thing. “You must also expect to sacrifice in regard to normal sex. You may have to masturbate since your wife just may be too tired to put up with you. You must understand and accept this. However, I’ll let you two discuss and come to agreement on that. If you can’t, bring it up at our next meeting, which should be one week from now.”CHAPTER 2: A Month LaterI’d just walked in from work. It was Friday night. Betty and our moms were sitting at the kitchen table chatting and enjoying coffee.I greeted them and my wife greeted me with a warm kiss. “Victor dear, you know I’m going out with my friends tonight. Your dinner is in the stove.”With a subtle sigh, I acknowledged her. Knowing full well that this was a polite way of letting me know she again had another date tonight with one of three men she’d been dating since our initial counselling session. She enjoyed that the three of them knew she was dating them all. They were co-workers from the company where she worked part time. The three studs seemed to enjoy the arrangement and she always made herself available to them whenever their dicks got hard.Needless to say, I was the one who was short-changed in the deal. She hasn’t had time for me to get in her since she began dating them. She always has time for me to suck and drain their juices from her with my mouth, but is too tired to let me do anything else. So I have to beat my meat. This was her fifth date this week. But then, the pastor told me I’d have to sacrifice for her happiness and sexual fulfilment.As I went to the bedroom to change out of my suit, I noticed mom and my mother-in-law, Mother Jane, looked at me in a peculiar manner. Each exhibited a smug smile. Tired, I thought nothing more about it. As I walked away, my wife spoke.”Victor darling, don’t eat any dessert, I’ll bring you plenty of that to eat when I come in later tonight.” My wife said as she again pecked me on the cheek and winked at me.Mom and Mother Jane giggled. I’m not the quickest person, but then it dawned on me she’d told them about me eating her out after her dates had fucked her. I was speechless and totally humiliated as I stood before the three of them. I didn’t even know our moms knew of the open marriage arrangement we had, less much the other details which apparently they now knew of.”Y-You t-told them?” I asked my wife as I sat down, feeling weak in the knees.”Well honey, they suspected something, so I told them the truth. I think it’s better this way.””Son you don’t have a thing to be ashamed of, I think it’s cute that you suck other men’s cum from your wife’s pussy.” Mom said in a cheery tone.”Yes Victor, so do I. It also shows that you do love Betty deeply to make up for your unmanliness in such a delightful manner.”While their comments were meant to be well meaning, I nevertheless was thoroughly humiliated and disgraced.Betty carried her mom home, and from there was going on to her date. Mother stayed behind.”Victor, I too am proud that you’re doing what needs to be done to save your marriage. Betty is a woman that deserves what other well endowed men can do for her. You do your part and they do theirs. That’s all there is to it. By the way, do you like the taste of her used cunt?””M-Mother p-please! I-I just d-do it b-because… W-What are y-you …””Just as I thought, your little pecker is hard as a rock. You like the taste of spent jism.” She said as she unexpectedly grabbed the small bulge in my pants under the table.As she hugged me, tears of shame swelled up in my eyes. I tried to hold back but there had been just too much humiliation and disgrace for me to endure. Once she knew I was teary eyed she urged me to have a good cry. It was no use I couldn’t hold back.She held me like a little boy and helped me wipe the tears away as they came down in torrents. Ten minutes later I was through. I felt better, but also a little more embarrassed.Mom let me know that she knew this day was coming and she’s glad I did the responsible thing. She also told me she’d also been to see Reverend Davis after my wife first told her of the counselling.”Dear, you and I have a counselling session with Reverend Davis tonight. There is something else you need to become proficient at if you are determined to hold on to your wife. You’ve gone this far, you might as well go a little further if you really want to do the right thing and save your marriage.”After a bite to eat, she and I went to see the Reverend. What she and he wanted me to learn caused my head to spin.”Y-You w-want m-me to …””Yes Victor, Fellatio will be something you may have to do to show your wife’s lovers that they can feel comfortable in your home with your wife or that she has your blessing to date them. I had planned to address this later, but your mother thought it should be sooner and that you might feel more at ease doing your first practice session with her present than with your wife.””And then later sweetie, after you’re more comfortable with your unmanliness, you’ll be more comfortable doing it with her present. She or her men will insist on some cock-sucking later.” Mother said as she held my hand and urged me to my knees as the pastor lowered his pants to exhibit his giant cock which I’d seen several times to date.”You did real well doing your first blow job dear.” Spoke mom as she pecked me on the cheek as we again sat down at my kitchen ataşehir escort table after returning from church.She drove us back home, as I was still in a mild state of disbelief and shock at what I let her and the minister persuade me to do. They had made me a cocksucker. And the odd thing is that it really wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. However, I was still too much ashamed to feel guilt free.Mother insisted I talk about every aspect of my fist blow job. She had me describe the feel of his rock hard penis between my lips, the force of his ejaculation, the number of spurts, how it felt to swallow his copious thick rich cream, and so on and so on. If nothing else she did help me get over my shame the more we talked.”And sweetie, one valuable thing you’ve learned from this is why your wife needs a real man built like the Reverend to sex her. You’ve gained firsthand knowledge of the stamina and how much a load and a good fuck he can give her as compared to you, right?””Y-Yes ma’am”. I replied sheepishly as she looked me deep in my eyes smiling from ear to ear. I felt so inadequate as even my own mom forced me to admit that I was not a real man, even in her eyes.This was also another nights of firsts. Before mother left she let me have intercourse with her. I was ashamed, but also thankful. She required me suck her out afterwards and let me know that giving me some was my reward for doing such a good job at giving the pastor head. She and I were scheduled for two more sessions with him. Those sessions were in addition to the ones Betty and I were going to. The Pastor decided that we’d tell Betty about my cock-sucking training later.CHAPTER THREE: A Year Later”Y-You c-can’t mean that Betty. S-Surely …””Victor, my mind is made up. I want to have his baby.” My wife told me sternly as I sat with my head reeling. I’d put up with so much humiliation and debasement over the past year for her and the marriage, and now this. No matter how much I pleaded, she refused to change her mind.I then decided to talk to Charlie, her stud for whom she wanted the baby from.I got on my knees and begged him not to get her pregnant.”Please Charlie, can’t you talk her out of it. I-I have done everything y’all have asked of me. B-But this is.””Of course I really don’t want the slut. She’s a good fuck, but I’m not in the mood to be a dad. But the idea of impregnating her does have a certain appeal. No Victor, I’m not going to change her mind. Now you know she just might pick Jim or Theo to do her too. And you have to be on the watch out for her leaving you if you don’t come around.”His words only added to my misery. Would she really leave me?He looked at me pathetically as I was getting off my knees and getting ready to leave.”Hey stay there! You might as well be useful while you’re here. My dick’s hard from all this talk about the bitch. Here suck it for me.”To some it may be perverted for me to do that for him, but over the last year, I’ve sucked him and other of my wife’s lovers when she wanted me to or when they stopped by and she wasn’t at home. So tonight I was just doing it one more time.”As I drove home with Charlie’s hefty load of jism in my gut, I knew I couldn’t bear the thought of my wife leaving.Upon arriving home, our mother and Reverend Davis was there.They all greeted me warmly. Betty and I sat together on the love seat holding hands as everyone was basically trying to convince me that what my wife desired was okay.As I looked at her and recalled all the times she’d come back to me used and full of her regular lovers as well as other strange men’s fuck juices, my heart always leapt as we embraced and I lapped and loved and cleaned her up with my mouth.I was in the background, playing second fiddle and always getting all her leftover love and her many lover’s lusty leavings, but yet I loved her. I had been faithful to her. She and the Reverend didn’t consider my occasional couplings with mom being unfaithful, but more like mother and son quality time, since it was clear I was a mama’s boy.”Victor, it would be the highest proof of love you could show your wife and your fellow man, by agreeing to her having his baby. Seeing his seed growing and swelling in her will cause you to love her more, knowing that she is happy being swollen with his c***d but yet married to you.””The Reverend is right Victor, you can’t expect your wife to be happy pregnant if she’s not happy getting impregnated by the man she wants to do it to her. And baby, you know it’s not you.” Mom’s words hurt, but I knew what she said was true.”I do love you honey, but you know you’ll never be able to give me the kind of fuck that will reached the back of my pussy and bang up against my cervix and force that hot seed right in me. Being a woman, you just don’t know what a wondrous and joyful feeling that comes from being knocked up by the man that sexes you that way.”We kissed passionately after her eyes became teary upon describing her feelings.”I love you Victor, and you’re good to me. But I need my other men, my real men. I could never be happy with us having a baby, unless one of my real men gave it to me.” She spoke softly to me.I was hurt, felt defeated, but yet knew I still loved her. As we continued to embrace, I quietly pondered what to do. I could go for divorce, but that really wasn’t a choice since I had so much invested in my marriage. I could feel the eyes of the others in the room.Feeling helpless and vanquished by my destiny, I softly capitulated to my wife’s wishes to get pregnant by her lover.The others in the room were all smiles at my surrender. They were the kind of smiles that knew I’d been beaten and conquered and once again forced into a situation with guaranteed humiliation for me.I’d sunk so low in my attempts to hold on to her. I’d assumed that things couldn’t get any get any worse in me trying to hold our marriage together.CHAPTER 4: FIVE YEARS LATER I’d just put our two year old to bed and am keeping our four year old occupied as my wife is preparing to go out with one of her latest steady lovers. She now has three who consume almost all her time.She let me know tonight that she plans to have a baby from him also, as she has done with her other two favourite studs.As with the second baby, she didn’t ask, but told me. She knew my will was too broken to mount any serious resistance to her. Our mothers and the Reverend assisted greatly in my not only accepting my being a cuckold but also my complete submission to my wife’s desires and needs.However, this time I pleaded with her to consider the consequences and the further humiliation and debasement it would cause me if she had this third c***d.”Betty dear, I-it’s bad enough now when I go out and people know that the k**s don’t look anything like me, but if you …””I am, and you’ll just have to be the proud daddy as you have with the our other two k**s darling.”She kissed me, told me she loved me, and let me know her decision was final and that there was to be no further discussion. I knew better than to challenge her anymore. Changing subject, she then told me a list of chores she wanted done before I went to bed.I was feeding the four year old when my wife’s date came to pick her up. As was usual, I kept the kitchen door partially closed to keep him from being seen by our daughter. However, I peeked out as the handsome well built black man, named Steve, greeted my wife with a fervent wet French kiss and ran his hands all over her shapely ass.He saw me out of the corner of his eye and winked and waved at me as they stilled embraced. I meekly waved back, feeling totally helpless, and simultaneously with my cock swelling in my pants. I knew I’d have to jerk off after putting our daughter to bed. My wife and he looked so exotic and passionate in each other’s arms, as their contrasting skin hues added to the lusty sight before me. Steve and I knew each other. I’ve eaten his cum from her pussy numerous times as well as sucked his big dick for her.As I went about my chores, I thought constantly about Steve and my wife. I guess I knew it would come to this, but didn’t want to admit to the fact that she would have a black baby for us. I was horrified at the thought of bringing the baby to church and feeling the stares of our neighbours and ümraniye escort friends. They already think I’m the lowest level of a wimp. This will only serve to validate it.Even though my mind is walking through all the abject humiliation I’m certain to face, my prick is stiff as a fireplace poker.After reading our daughter her bedtime story and tucking her in, I relaxed a bit with a stiff drink. I decided to call mom.”I thought you’d be calling me sweetie. Yes she told us.” Mom told me in an upbeat un-surprised tone of voice.”B-But mother, d-do you know what’d be like for me to claim I’m the father? W-Why I-I’d l-look like the b-biggest fool.””I understand dear. You know how she likes to tease you a bit from time to time. But she thinks telling the truth might be the best thing.””T-The truth?””Yes! We’d have the pastor announce in church that due to problems at home Betty yielded to temptation, strayed, and got pregnant from her black lover. But you, the loving devoted husband, very much in love with her, would not hear of an abortion, forgave her, and accepted the c***d as your own.”Quietly, I thought about it. `I may even come out of this as a respected cuckold’, I thought to myself.Mother and I talked a while longer before hanging up. My mind was still reeling. I knew the scenario she’d painted more than likely would be the way things pan out, especially since it involved the Reverend. If the past was any indication, I knew after she’s confirmed her impregnation, the Reverend would be by to “pray” with her in our bedroom. He always makes sure I’m home for these “prayers”.Afterwards he seems to relish telling me to “tend to my wife”. As he’s leaving or playing with our the k**s, I go suck up his lusty mess. My wife is always in seventh heaven when I do this. I guess that’s really what counts.The Reverend was also a prime influence in my wife’s and our mother’s decision to use corporal punishment to “keep me in line”.Here’s what happened one time. The women thought I was a bit too outspoken and “sassy” to my wife about her not spending much time with me, as compared to the time she spent with her lovers and their friends.My wife accused me of being uncooperative and juvenile.”Maybe you need to be taught a good lesson about your proper place young man!” Mother stated authoritatively.”I agree! Victor, you just seem to be creating unnecessary turmoil. If you’re going to be c***dish, maybe you need to be treated like one. Maybe you need a little thrashing to help you remember your place”. My Mom-in-law added.The idea caught like wildfire. Before I knew what happened, they had agreed that I would be given 15 strokes of the cane after dinner after I put the baby to bed. This happened about 7 months after our first c***d was born – Charlie’s baby, remember?I saw in their collective eyes they were dead serious. I meekly and quietly completed serving dinner.As I was bathing and preparing the baby for bed, mother went home to her house and returned with the short whippy cane she’d used on me frequently in my youth.As I walked down the stairs, all three were taking turns practicing using the awesome instrument, whose sting I was rather familiar with. At 27 I didn’t want to experience such a thing again. I ran out with only car keys and drove to the Church. I was in luck, the Reverend greeted me. “My son, whatever is the matter.”I told him the situation.”I was just coming by your place. I was feeling the need to come by and pray with your wife”. He said with a snide smile. “C’mon, let’s go back, I’m sure I can straighten this matter out to everybody’s satisfaction.” He inspired confidence in me as he spoke and patted me on the back.When we arrived, my wife was expecting the Reverend. However, all three women were furious at me for running away. I was accused of not being “man enough” to take my punishment.I stood behind the Reverend as the three stated their accusations. I had faith they would listen to the minister and that he would save me from what they had planned for me. Was I wrong?”Victor, is it true what they say?” He inquired.”Well sir, I-I did say that s-she could at least spend one night home with me this week. I-I didn’t mean to sound brash o-or angry. I-It just came out the wrong way. I-I’m sorry Betty.” I said apologetically.”It’s a bit late for that. It’s going to take a lot more than that to atone for what you did.” My wife said as she swung the cane though the air with a swishing noise. A chill of terror ran down ran down my back as I shuddered.”Victor, remember when you were told that you would have to make sacrifices to be the husband it took to help your wife fulfil her needs expected in a marital union, and for which you were unable to provide?””Y-Yes sir.” I replied meekly.”Well then, it just looks like you forgot, that’s all. Am I right son?””Y-Yes sir.””And you don’t want to forget that again do you?””Oh! N-No Sir.” I replied quickly hoping he’d found a way out for me.”Well then, what the women want to do is to make sure you don’t forget again. And since you want the same thing, I see no reason why you shouldn’t accept the little reminder they want to give you. I think it will definitely help your memory.”By the time I’d figured out I’d been duped and outfoxed, he and the three women were leading me the basement.Mother had one hand and he the other. They were both too strong for me. They literally carried me down the stairs. I pleaded and begged. My wife warned me it would be even worse if I woke the baby.As the minister held me down across a cot with my face buried in a pillow to muffle my screams, my wife and our moms each took their turns on my quivering grating naked ass cheeks. All I remember was “SWISH!” “CRACK” and the feeling of fire wherever the slender rod impacted. This happened 18 times.When all was satisfied that I’d been punished properly I was allowed to stand and thank the Reverend and my three smiling inquisitors. I was sobbing profusely with tears raining down my face. I begged for forgiveness and thanked them almost simultaneously. The other most embarrassing thing was the raging erection I had. Everyone noticed it and commented how I too agreed with my punishment. At that moment I wanted to crawl in a hole and bury myself.As my wife led the Reverend to our bedroom, our moms removed their dresses and panties and had me pay oral homage to their very moist hairy cunts.After I’d gotten both of them off several times, mother then had me come over her knees and administered ointment on my ravaged backside. Even though the ointment was soothing, the mere application of it was also painful. I knew I’d be feeling the effects of my whippings for days to come. The welts were just so pronounced.”You won’t be forgetting your place anytime soon will you baby?” She said with a slight chuckle.”N-No ma’am”. I replied in a docile and tame manner.Every since that first time, it has been about every six months or so the three women find some excuse to cane me. I seem to sense when my whipping is coming. No matter how careful I am in doing the household chores or anything else, I end up getting severely punished. I’ve just come to accepting this as something the three of them get turned on doing, and that I’m their vehicle to get their jollies.I accidentally came to this conclusion after finding a book at mothers when my wife loaned me out to her to thoroughly clean her place. A WOMAN’S BOOK: THE PLEASURES OF SEEING WEAK MALES HUMILIATED AND PUNISHED was the title. Everything fell into place. I now knew why mom seems to delight in my emotional and physical humiliation. The worse part was notes in the book that confirmed that I was masochistic and that she was just being the good mother to give me what I needed. I wept, but secretly knew she was right.CHAPTER 5: OUR THIRD c***dJust as mother had said, the scenario she’d explained 10 months before, was the one that played out. Our beautiful black baby son was christened by the Reverend after he announced the scheme to the congregation.I was surprised at how many people gave us well wishes and congratulated me on being the man I was. My wife was also praised for her courage. It was really the first time I’ve felt respect by our neighbours, even though I realize they still laugh at me and secretly say what a milquetoast cuckold wimp I am.My wife has let me know that there will probably be no more k**s. However, she is still stepping out to fulfil the needs my tongue can’t provide her. I of course do the babysitting, house hold chores and faithfully wait for her whenever she returns, and continue to do whatever it takes to maintain the household and keep my marriage together. THE END