Hotwife's Happiness

It was time for my session. Every Saturday at 4 p.m., my wife, Laura, supervises while I masturbate and ejaculate. It’s the only release I get each week unless something extraordinary happens. This has been our rhythm for nearly nine months. In the morning, I head to Mr. Donovan’s condo to clean it—scrubbing floors, dusting shelves, making it spotless. When I get back, I tackle any chores around our house before Laura and I meet in the guest bedroom, where I sleep. There, she unlocks my chastity device, and I’m granted a brief window of sexual satisfaction. Once we’re done, I help her prepare for her dinner date with Mr. Donovan. They go out every Saturday night, and it stretches into Sunday morning. Sometimes Laura wakes up in his bed; other times, they end up in our master bedroom, where I’m no longer the master. I like those nights best.

My name’s Ethan, and I’m Laura’s cuckold. She’s breathtaking—a woman who turns heads and holds my heart in her hands. At work, I’m still Ethan, but Mr. Donovan calls me “Eddie,” a nickname that’s stuck everywhere else. He’s Laura’s primary lover and my boss, the owner of the tech firm where I’m an IT director. He stepped into our lives after charming Laura and taking her to bed. I yielded to this older, more commanding man and embraced my role as a cuckold.

Laura used her key to free me from the chastity device. She handed me baby wipes to clean myself—regular wipes aren’t allowed. She says the baby wipes amuse Victor, and if it amuses Victor, it’s law for us. Victor is Mr. Donovan, but calling him that would earn me a punishment, so I don’t.

“What should we talk about to let your little guy enjoy himself today?” Laura asked, perched on the edge of the bed. She wasn’t asking for my input—she never does. It’s her way of signaling she’s about to decide. I lay there naked, eager to start. She wore a sundress, subtly sexy, fresh from the spa where her hair and makeup had been perfected. She goes every Saturday with her friends, all paid for by Mr. Donovan. He calls it a small price to pay—loves the pun—for a relaxed, stunning woman to share his night with.

I stayed silent, knowing she’d fill the void. “Let’s mix it up today,” she said. “I don’t need as much prep time. Victor’s taking me to a party tonight, and he wants you to drop me off at his condo by 6 p.m. He’s got a new dress waiting—black and very sexy, he says, with matching shoes. Doesn’t it make you happy that Victor spoils me like this?”

“Yes, honey,” I replied. “It’s generous of him, and you deserve it.”

“Do you think I’ll look sexy in it, baby?”

“Of course. Mr. Donovan’s taste is impeccable, and you always make his choices shine.”

“You’re sweet,” she said, smiling. “It thrills you that your gorgeous wife finally found a real man, doesn’t it?”

“I never deserved you,” I admitted. “You and Mr. Donovan are perfect together.”

“We are, aren’t we? And to think we almost never met.” Her eyes lit up, and I knew what was coming. “That’s it! You can tell the story of how he seduced me and made me his. We both love it. Since it’s long, start without touching yourself, and when we get to the day he took me, you can enjoy it again.”

“Of course, honey. Where should I start?”

“From the beginning, silly. Victor’s right—you’re sharp with IT but dense otherwise. Go on, tell me how I became the happiest wife alive and you my devoted cuckold.”

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and began. My dick was already hard—it always is for this story. It’s the tale of a powerful man claiming a beautiful married woman from her submissive husband, and those stories never fail to excite me. That’s where it all started, after all.

Laura insists I tell it in the first person. She says it’s more humiliating that way, and she’s right—I crave it. So, I launched into the story of how it began.