A New Home

This is a continuation of the story that began with The Natural Cuckold and followed with The Training Camp. It is suggested to read those stories first so this story will make sense.

Pam and Jerry had returned from the training camp and moved back into their home. Their married life had improved by every possible measure. Jerry was doing a better job at keeping house. He was also cooking better meals. The communication between Pam and Jerry had also improved. Pam no longer had to waste her time in long explanations or instructions. Jerry was now picking up on subtle glances and hurrying to get Pam's needs met. Both of them felt more comfortable in their natural roles.

The intimate part of their marriage had also improved. Pam now had several men that she regularly saw. She would typically go out on a date on either Friday or Saturday as well as mini-dates during the week. She would often spend the night at home after such a date and have wonderful sex. The men were all good lovers, considerate of her, and clearly alpha male types. What a change for Pam from years ago when she had attempted sex with Jerry. When she looked at Jerry now she saw him for what he really was- her cuckold. He had a wonderful mouth and he no longer hesitated in going down on her after she had been filled up by one of her men. Pam was now having real sex three or four times a week which was about the minimum she wanted as a highly sexed woman. After the lovemaking she always had Jerry's mouth for clean-up and she also had his face for those off days when she wanted a quickie or a "soft orgasm" from her cuck.

Pam and Jerry had been able to get to what she liked to call "Cuckold Point." This was a place where Jerry had the conflicting emotions needed for a cuckold to function well. On one hand he was thrilled when Pam would have a romantic evening with another man followed by hot sex. Every orgasm for Pam was a triumph for their marriage. On the other hand, he continued to harbor feelings of jealousy and inadequacy. His submissive and voyueristic nature made him sexually turned on when Pam was openly cuckolding him. The previous training had ingrained all of this in him so that it was now part of his very being. Without knowing why he would turn all of this humiliation and jealousy into love and worship of Pam and this led to his service.

As Jerry had become deeply cuckolded Pam had evolved into a dynamic woman. She now had zero guilt about her love life. After all sex was a natural thing for a man and a woman. This, of course, did not apply to cuckolds who had different goals and needs. She also accepted Jerry's role in her life. She was actually enjoying being the total boss and had finally understood that she did not need to explain things to Jerry. She would decide what was right and he would obey the orders. It was that simple. The training camp had helped her quite a bit. Jerry had had his body hair permanently removed and wore the small pink iris tatoo of their organization just above his even smaller cock. Pam had kept a set of regular clothes for Jerry to go out in the "outside world", but at home he wore exclusively the thin black pants and white T shirt of a Fully Cuckolded male of the Pink Iris Group. Pam had also accepted the need for humiliation on a regular basis as a way of properly controlling her cuckold. This had been a bit of a puzzle to her but ideas were starting to come to her. She hoped that their new home and some advice from the ladies of the Pink Iris Group would help her be a little more creative in humiliating her husband. She knew that a humiliated cuckold often correlated with a satisfied woman and that, after all, was what this was all about.

Pam had been working on their new home and it was nearing completion. She had spent a great deal of time working with the architect and getting advice from her friends. She had been delighted to find that the large network of the Pink Iris Group allowed her to use a fellow woman member to build the house. This was probably best given some of the more unusual aspects of it. They would be moving into it next week. Jerry had not seen it and she wanted it to be a surprise, a real surprise. Pam felt that this new house might just allow her to have the perfect life of leisure, for her, and the perfect life of service for Jerry. In a sense this would be a cuckold house for him and a palace for her.

The last night in the old home was a night of nostalgia and romance. Jerry served a candle lit dinner to Pam and she asked him to sit down and join her. After dinner Pam took Jerry into her bedroom to share the last night in her bed. She took off her clothes as Jerry stripped and she nodded to him. Jerry's head burrowed in Pam's groin and he started slowly leading to a series of leg shaking orgasms on Pam's part as her hand firmly held Jerry's head in place and her legs squeezed out her orgasm along with his breath. Pam then got up on all fours and without a word thrust her ass into Jerry's face. His tongue did not hesitate as it went into her smaller hole and he lovingly licked and tongued the area. Pam then said softly to Jerry "Cuck I want you to lie down on the floor, look up at me and open your mouth." Jerry immediately did this and saw a loving smile come over Pam's face that was hovering over him. She lowered her head as if to kiss him and then pursed her lips and slowly her spit came out and fell into Jerry's mouth. She emptied her own mouth and then smiled a knowing smile. As she looked down she saw that Jerry's tiny member had spurt onto his belly. No one had touched it. He had orgasmed because of her spit. As the two fell asleep, thinking about the move in the morning, they felt relaxed and comfortable. No guilt and no shame. Yes, their married life had indeed improved.


Pam and Jerry got up early for the move. A moving company came to help with the move but Pam had also asked a number of her Pink Iris friends to help. Kris and her cuckold Chris came by as did Carol. Several muscular young men whom Jerry had seen before came by as well. The movers took heavy things and the others took breakable items. This would be a long day.

Jerry rode in the back of Pam's car as they drove out on a country rode. They turned on to a small lane and eventually Jerry saw a hidden driveway. As they drove down this Jerry got his first glance of the home. It was a stately home with two full floors, an obvious basement and a small third floor attic. Pam was excited as she took Jerry and her friends on a tour of the new home that she had worked so hard on. The first floor was a traditional large home with a formal living room and dining room. In the back a large kitchen was seen. Pam stopped in the kitchen to talk to everyone. "Here is Jerry's new home." Most everyone laughed at that as Jerry squirmed slightly.

The tour continued onto the second floor. The stairway emptied into a large suite. This was the "mistress" bedroom for Pam. A large bed was prominently raised and furniture was being carefully placed by the movers. The adjoining bathroom was large with a whirlpool tub that looked big enough for several people. The closet was enormous. This suite occupied half of the floor and one had to go down a hallway to get to the other rooms. Two guest bedrooms were seen with large beds being placed by the movers. Pam then pointed out a small side hallway. They went down this single file and then walked down a ramp into a small bedroom. They noted a plain dresser and a small closet. Jerry gulped as he saw white T shirts and thin black pants in the closet. He finally understood who this room was for. Pam then pointed out an intercom system and explained. "This connects throughtout the house so Jerry can be called if something is needed. He also can sometimes get to hear what men and women sometimes do." They all laughed. Kris looked around and asked where the bed was. Pam then smiled and showed a low hole in the wall. As they all looked in they saw a single bed. Pam whispered something to Carol who laughed and took off. Pam then had each person lie down on the bed. As they did they heard sounds from above. Carol was obviously above them and moving around. It suddenly became clear that this bed was directly below Pam's giant bed. Jerry would hear every creak of the bed and every moan that might occur in the real bed, Pam's bed. The small group started into spontaneous applause and laughter as Jerry blushed. As they left the room Pam showed Jerry a large picture of her which was to be hung in his room. This had her showing an enormous amount of cleavage in a black dress. Jerry would be able to see what he could not have as he went to bed. This was truly the room of the cuck.

Th group finished in the basement. This had a large "party room" which could accomodate a number of people. Two more bedrooms were in the basement and storage. The entire house was enormous and all features had not been seen. Nonethelss,the group had a good idea as to what it was all about. Following the quick walk through Jerry was placed in the kitchen and he spent the rest of the day organizing things. The rest of the group ended up drinking some wine in the basement as the movers finished their job. Eventually the day began to wind down and the people went home.

Jerry was finishing in the kitchen when Pam came in and stared at him. "Jerry, you didn't get to see the third floor." Jerry simply nodded that that was right. Pam gently grabbed his left ear and walked him upstairs. A hidden doorway was then opened by Pam. Jerry did not know how he had missed the subtle opening. They walked upstairs and Jerry saw a surprisingly large room. Pam looked around and explained things to Jerry."This room is soundproof Jerry. This is a special room. We can have fun in here but if you don't behave yourself this can be a bad place for you Jerry. Do you understand me?" She stared at Jerry as he said he understood. She then said "It's too late to show you everything but let me show you my chair. She then walked to the end of the room and in one motion pulled her jeans and panties off and sat on a funny chair. She motioned with her index finger and Jerry walked over and crawled under the chair. Pam was comfortable and her vaginal lips were gaping slightly and exuding a musky scent. Jerry found his face and mouth only one or two inches from Pam's slit. Without a word he bagan a slow tongue job. He was now thankful that Pam had had his facial hair permanently removed allowing for her maximum comfort. He gradually picked up his pace and alternated between pressure on her clit and deep penetration. He eventually felt the chair tremble as Pam's legs went into a gentle spasm. He recognized the telltale signs of her orgasm and he continued on as she was able to repeat the orgasm. The two eventually tired and Jerry rested his head down as he could only think about how inferior he was to Pam. She could not only orgasm in ways he could not but could do it time and again. She was truly someone worthy of his submission. These thoughts continued as he could sense Pam's smell and juices next to his mouth.

Pam caught her breath and then slowly scooted forward. Jerry finished showing his respect by cleaning her asshole. He knew to always do this last for cleanliness reasons but he also knew to always do it. The two seemed to cement their bond of love most when Jerry was licking Pam's smaller hole. He did it without understanding. She accepted it with full understanding.

The two went off to bed. They had a great deal of work to do to organize their new home. Pam was planning a party in about a month and she wanted it all to be perfect. Jerry fell asleep hearing Pam move about in her bed. He missed being with her but knew he was in the right place in his bed. What other secrets did the house hold?


Jerry felt a terrible stinging in his feet. He sat up and hit his head. He slowly awakened and realized where he was. He had slept in his small cuckold bed in the alcove that was directly below Pam's bed. He had slept fitfully as he had heard Pam moving about in her bed. He did not understand how the architects had done it but knew that the acoustics were such that he would hear Pam and she would not be bothered with any sounds from his room below her. He looked down towards his feet and could see the lower half of Pam's body standing outside his alcove in his small room. He squirmed out and saw Pam wearing a semi-transparent robe, holding a spatula from the kitchen, and looking angry. Jerry seemed to be shocked to being fully awake and realized he had overslept. Pam must have gotten up expecting some service and found out Jerry was missing. She must have gotten the spatula from the kitchen and had just hit Jerry's feet with it to wake him up. The low ceiling in his bed alcove caught his head and he was now sore all over. As he gazed up at Pam he felt the pain but mainly felt the intimidation he always felt around Pam. He sould see her large breasts swaying under the thin robe and could make out her womanly mound with a dark shadow. As always he felt inferior to his wife whose very body seemed to be the personification of sex. Without trying she looked confident and sexy. Jerry was in love with her even as he could see her anger from his morning failure.


Jerry tried to stand and felt the pain in his feet. He fell to his knees and found his eyes across from Pam's thighs. He instinctively bent over and put his mouth to her feet and mumbled how sorry he was. Pam let him grovel for a moment and then pushed him off with the sole of her right foot. She glared down at her cuckold.

"Jerry, what good did the training camp do if you can't even get out of bed. There was no coffee for me, no breakfast, no Jerry. You are going to have to pay for this Jerry."

Jerry nodded in obvious apprehension as to what would happen next. Pam then hooked her finger for Jerry to follow her and he painfully put some weight on his feet as he followed her into the hall. As they headed out Jerry saw the shadow of Pam's ass crack and again felt the anguish of a true cuckold. Desire and humiliation along with chastity would always lead to service. It was just that he had forgotten the service part this first morning in the new home.

Pam went to the hidden door that fed into the third floor. Jerry noted a keypad that he had not seen before and Pam punched in some numbers. She then opened the door and they walked up to the floor that was really a soundproof world. Pam turned as she arrived and motioned for Jerry to drop to his knees. He did with some appreciation of the pain easing from his slapped feet. Pam gently slapped her spatula as she spoke.

"Cuck, this must never happen again. I'm not sure what to do with you but this will not happen again. Take your clothes off, and I mean NOW."

Jerry quickly stripped off his bed clothes. His hairless body with the tiny cock and the pink iris tatoo would be sources of amusement for just about anyone. At this moment Pam was angry, not amused. She took Jerry to a corner of the room and he saw an old gymnastics horse with padding. Jerry stretched out over it and soon found that he was tied down with his rear poking up and his arms and legs spread. Without another word Pam left the room as Jerry was left with his thoughts.

Several hours later Jerry heard people coming into the room. After a couple seconds he recognized Carol's voice along with Pam. He saw Pam's legs in front of him as she was fully dressed now but he was still tied down in a compromising position. He knew that Carol was the Pink Iris Group friend who was most sadistic. This would be about punishment and it would not be pleasant. Pam spoke.

"Cuck I want you to think about things. You live for me, not the other way around."

With that short speech Jerry felt stinging on his rear as he was slowly whipped by Carol. Carol had a unique ability to whip just hard enough to hurt but not leave any permanent marks. Not one word was said but the ladies were gratified to hear some whimpering from Jerry as the punishment conntinued. Abruptly the punishment stopped and Jerry tried to lift his head to see where the women were. Without warning he felt a feminine hand probe his ass and then felt a glob of warm gel smeared back there. He then felt Pam behind him and could feel her naked breasts push on his back. She whispered in his ear for him to relax as he felt her finger penetrate his asshole. He then felt a terrible pain as he felt something hard start to slowly enter him. Pam whispered for him to relax. The pain continued but eased. He then felt Pam lift her body up and he felt an in and out motion in his ass. It was now clear that Pam had a strap on dildo and was entering him. He seemed dizzy and flushed as he could hear Carol in the background encouraging Pam. After an eternity she pulled out with a sound like a cork being pulled out of a bottle. Jerry was untied and he collapsed on the floor next to the horse. He saw Carol, fully dressed, looking at him with a smile. He saw Pam taking off a belt like device with a long plastic cock protruding. Pam spoke.

"Jerry, I have a date tonight. You've gotten your cock for the day. Now it is my turn." Carol laughed at this as Pam continued. "You go clean up and then I need you to help me get ready. The next time we do this I want it to be for fun, not because you are just plain lazy."

Many hours later Jerry was back in his alcove bed. His back hurt from the whipping, his head and feet still hurt. Mostly his stretched anus hurt. He had worried how he would be able to get up on time the next day as he had not had enough time to get a proper alarm clock. This particular night would not be a problem, however. He would not sleep as he heard Pam and her man above him making love all night long. He heard the bed creak from what must be vigorous thrusting. He could even hear the slurping from Pam obviously sucking on her lover. Jerry would not sleep this night but would, at least, get up in time the next morning to be a good cuck. After all the man and the woman above him would need a good breakfast and Jerry knew his role in this new home.


Pam and Jerry were settling into their new home after three weeks of organizing. Jerry had done the work while Pam had done the thinking. There had not been much time for a social life for Pam after her first night of sex. She had taken advantge of Jerry's face and mouth as was her right, of course. After the many years of a failing marriage Pam had finally come to an understanding of what her body and mind needed in terms of sex. She now knew that a daily orgasm would help her relax and focus as the day went on. She was becoming adept at mounting Jerry's face and often chose to take him in that way. She would also sometimes prefer to lounge on her back while he groveled with his face in her groin. The key thing was her release, whether achieved quickly or slowly. While her cuckold was a convenient source of these daily sessions he did not take the place of a real man. Pam now accepted the reality that "man sex" was different than "cuck sex". She now knew that her body did not need this "man sex" daily although the urge might be there. No, daily "man sex" was not needed but real lovemaking three or four times a week seemed a minimum. This move had disrupted her life. She had gotten by with Jerry's mouth for the past three weeks but it was time to restore some sanity. The opening house party in a week would signify the first day of the rest of their lives.

It was a Monday morning and Pam was sitting in a sun room area with her good friend Kris. Jerry was serving coffee and light food wearing the traditional black pants and white Tshirt of a fully cuckolded husband in the Pink Iris Group. His gold wedding band with the prominent pink stripe in the middle was flashing in the sun. Pam and Kris took their coffee with no need to thank Jerry. His service was simply accepted. Kris was talking to Pam as Jerry came in.

"Pam, I will pick up Louise at the airport tonight and bring her over here. I think we are all set for Saturday night but she will go over everything. OK?"

Pam gestured yes as she sipped her coffee.

"I'm sorry Kris, but could you go over this for my cuck so I don't have to try and explain things?"

Kris looked at Jerry standing at the table and them seemed to recite the story to the air.

"Louise Rivers is the president of the Pink Iris Group for the entire country. She is close to sixty years old. Her cuck passed away last year. It was very sad. She knows more about the Pink Iris Group and our philosophy than anyone around. We invited her into town to help with the party Saturday night. This is going to be a special party and we want everything to go just right. So, Jerry, you don't need to think or plan. All you need to do is what you are told to do. You do not want to embarrass Pam in front of this woman. Oh, and by the way I am sure Carol will be there Saturday so remember that."

Jerry did not know the significance of Louise Rivers or the party but did know about the sadistic Carol. The threat was obvious. He would have to bring his "A" game.

The day went by with Pam on the phone and Jerry finishing work. As Jerry was cleaning up after dinner he heard noise out in the house. Kris had arrived with Louise Rivers. Jerry heard Pam call for him and he hurried out. He saw a mature woman who had kept herself in decent shape. She was somewhat overweight with an ample bottom and breasts. She seemed to exude confidence as Jerry entered the room. Jerry seemed to shrink in stature as she looked at him and he moved his gaze towards the floor out of instinctive respect. Louise turned to Pam.

"I see you have had his hair removed. That is good. Sometimes it is interesting to stand him next to man with a beard. That will on occasion get better results than just showing the differences in his cock size from a man's."

Jerry blushed as Louise talked about him as if he were not even there. The comment about a "man" was done in such a casual way that Jerry knew that none of these women thought of him as a man, but rather a cuck- something other than a man. He had gotten used to this treatment but still felt the stirrings of a tiny erection from a new, powerful woman on the scene. Jerry hurried with her luggage to a guest bedroom as the three ladies sat down. Jerry came back to serve drinks and heard Louise talking as he entered.

"I think you have picked the right number. Twenty women, twenty men, and twenty cucks. It is as large as you dare go with a toga party. Now the rules are simple. The price of admission is a certificate of totally clean health from the doctor and togas. The Romans had great parties with lots of sex but one thing they did not have were latex condoms. So this will be bareback- all the way. Kris has assured me your Pink Iris doctor is thorough and the women who don't want to get pregnant are on the pill, so this should be a relax and enjoy night.The price to go home wil be at least two orgasms for the men and the women. I will be here as an observer and will help organize some of the games. Just maybe I will play a little also, but you two should be able to just relax. Any questions?"

Pam smiled. "I'm really excited. I have never been at a party of this sort with this many people. The special equipment is coming in tomorrow. I just don't know how I can thank you enough Louise. Is there anything I can do for you tonight?"

Louise smiled and whispered in Pam's ear. Pam smiled and nodded and then whispered in Kris's ear. Kris smiled as Pam got up from her seat and walked out of the room with Jerry in tow.

"Jerry, Louise is tired and wants to get a good night's sleep. I told her she could use your face for awhile to help her unwind so I want you to do your best, your very best. Got it?"

Jerry was stunned. He had been conditioned to be faithful and he said this to Pam. She merely laughed as she explained to him that his tiny penis would never, ever enter a woman again. She went on "Cuck your mouth and face are mine, don't you get it. Being faithful means that you do nothing on your own but this will be my gift to Louise, not yours. Don't think so much." Jerry seemed to be grasping the concept but would not have time to think about it. He had to do what Pam said-it was just that simple.

Shortly after that Jerry found himself back on the third floor. He was naked and on a special chair with his arms and legs tied down. Louise had gotten undressed and came over. She methodically bent forward and spoke."Open your mouth and don't close it." Jerry did as instructed as she spit in his mouth. She held his chin and moved his head around as she repeatedly spit into different corners. She was not smiling but was breathing rapidly from her humiliation of Jerry. Jerry could tell that this turned her on. She spoke quickly "Close and swallow." He did with surprise at the amount of spit that had accumulated. Louise then spread her legs and lowered her cunt to Jerry's mouth. She was not tender like Pam, she was rough. She raped his mouth and after a while Jerry felt the familiar twitching of her legs-she was having an orgasm. Louise was breathing heavy as she inched forward to have Jerry tongue her ass out. Jerry no longer hesitated at this task. It had become natural for him.

Jerry was left strapped to the chair for a while and eventually Pam came and let him up. She grabbed his face with both hands and was smiling. "Louise loved it. I am so proud of you. You keep it up like this on Saturday and maybe we won't need that session with Carol." Jerry went to clean up and get to bed. He would have a long week and an even longer Saturday night and he now knew that he would be totally unable to predict what would happen at the Saturday night toga party.


The second week of the camp went by in a whirl. Jerry continued to get first class domestic training in the mornings. It was obvious his cooking skills would not be perfected in two weeks but they had improved and he would be able to continue classes after returning home. The second week focused heavily on protocol and etiquette. Jerry had made great strides in avoiding eye contact with women or men who were not cuckolds. A "cuckold should defer to his superiors" was the often repeated phrase. Jerry also was taught the proper way to walk slightly behind his wife in order to show his respect. At times it all seemed silly but Jerry had long ago come to accept the need in his life for some ritual and routine.

Jerry found himself back in the spa chair early in the week. Pam had been dealing with him daily in the sexual lessons and had decided she did not like the look of Jerry with body hair only partially removed. He therefore had to endure another session and soon was devoid of hair below the eyebrows. Jerry no longer asked if it was permanent because he knew it was. He understood that this was tantamount to writing "cuck in chastity" on his head but knew it did not matter. He had long ago committed to Pam and if this is how she wanted her cuckold she had every right to have it this way. Nonetheless, Jerry could not help but feel even more diminished as a man when he looked at himself in a mirror and saw a tiny cock devoid of hair. He began to understand it when the instructors had explained that as a submissive cuckold he was not a man but something else.

Pam continued with her second week as well. She had daily sessions in the spa which relaxed her and helped prepare her for the afternoon sexual lessons. She spent time working on some special plans for her new home. She would not let the opportunity pass her by to make the home into what she wanted. She attended some discussion groups with other women and shared ideas about how to dress your cuckold, how to network with other members of the group, and how far one could go in the "real world" in dominating your cuck or being with a man.

The afternoon sex sessions continued to be great. The women of the Pink Iris Group tended to vary in their sexual needs, but all of them had needs and most of the members had come to expect a good sex life. Pam learned that there were three forms of sex. Real sex was penetration with a man-Pam's favorite. You could also have cuckold sex which could take many forms. The cuck could be forced to watch only or participate with his mouth. You could even use something like a double headed dildo to achieve the female orgasm and the cuckold humiliation required. There was a final form of sex which was called "release". This would be the cuckold using his mouth on his mistress for a gentle orgasm, a release of tension as it were. Pam had come to the camp only thinking about real sex but she was discovering that she actually enjoyed the cuckold sex. There was something decadent about watching your cuckold pinned down by the weight of a man and a woman. Pam felt a rush of feminine power when she looked at the photos of Jerry accepting her lover's sperm as it dripped out of her vagina and into his mouth. She felt pride when thinking about Jerry. What woman wouldn't want a cuckold who was so devoted to his mistress that he would gladly suffer any humiliation, swallow any body fluid, do anything just to make her happy. This was something beyond love and Pam knew it.

The Pink Iris Group had developed a solution to the epidemic of STDs. They networked. All members were tested and any member with a problem was advised on limitations that might be needed. The rest were clean. The number of men who might be invited to a party or a camp was almost endless. These men were the bulls and, just like ice cream, they came in different flavors. Some came to parties for one night stands. Some developed relationships with women. Some were willing to participate in what amounted to sex clinics at the camp. Pam was beginning to appreciate the scope of the Pink Iris Group as a national organization. Sex with one of these bulls would be safe and could be done "skin to skin". If you went outside of the group for dating safe sex would be more critical. Pam mused on all of this and realized there would be little need to ever go outside of the group.

The sex sessions had become the highlight of Pam's day. Each afternoon she showed up to find a new man to be with. These bulls were day visitors to the camp. They were all virile and willing to partipate in the kinky classes. Telling them apart from the cuckolds was easy. These men had dicks. Pam liked all of the sessions and realized she would never have imagined there were so many ways to incorporate your cuckold's mouth into sex. Her favorite position for this cuckold sex was on her side with the man behind her. This would allow the man to thrust into her while Jerry would lean into the bed and tongue her clit. After some experimentation she found she liked it when Jerry kept pressure on her clit as she felt the cock go in and out. This forced Jerry to lick the man's shaft a bit in order for her to get the full feeling. Pam knew that Jerry was not gay and might be horrified at this situation. She was pleasantly surprised to find him following the instructions with the kind of energy she needed. He had gone beyond thinking of his own hang-ups and had gotten to the point of thinking only of Pam's needs. Pam felt pride in knowing that Jerry loved her so much that he would suffer for her. The woman instructor was also pleased with the progress and was especially pleased with the reactions during one of the sessions. Pam was having a violent orgasm as she was on her side and pushing back into her man. The man was ready to cum but for whatever reason his cock popped out and started to spasm as he came. Pam instictively grabbed Jerry's head and lifted her leg as the man blasted away directly into Jerry's face. Pam and her man had trouble catching their breath as they were panting and laughing at the same time. The woman instructor was also laughing and clapping and all of them heard her say "My grade for today is an A." If Jerry's face had been completely visible all of them would have seen his redness. The humiliation of a Full Cuckold.

The last night came. Jerry and Pam found themselves back in the dining room. New people were there along with a few on the same two week schedule. Pam ate with the man she had been seeing at night during the past two weeks. She had developed a somewhat serious relatioship with this man and had been sleeping with him at night. Jerry gazed at the two lovers from across the room. He was wondering just how many times Pam had had sex these past two weeks. He wondered if she was sore and how stretched out she would be. He wondered how she would make love to this man on the last night. As Jerry looked across the room at the two he could tell that Pam was thinking the same thing, how to make love later in the night. The camp had been a success. They both were focusing on the same thing-Pam and her needs. More importantly they were doing it without having to talk about it. Hopefully, they could build on this new level of cuckoldry on returning home.

The dinner ended and Jerry found himself in a room with Pam, the sex instructor, and Brenda the head of the camp. Brenda spoke. "You have both done well and I hope this helps you Pam. We have other camps. Who knows, maybe you will want to be an instructor." Pam thanked Brenda as Jerry dutifully looked down. Brenda then looked to Jerry and said in a surprisingly stern way "Take all of your clothes off. It is time for Bon Voyage." Jerry no longer had to think or question, he did as he was told. The instructor then walked him into another room. In the center was a type of large tub and above it was a type of seat. Jerry looked around as if to escape but knew it wouldn't happen. He laid down in the tub and the room was cleared. Things were silent for awhile and then he heard a woman enter the room and climb to the seat. After a pause he felt the warm liquid splash down on him. Woman after woman came in and added to his humiliation. After what seemed like an eternity he was taken to a shower to clean up. He then went back to his dorm room from the first night. He would spend his last night as he did the first, alone. He almost cried from his shame at what had just happened and knowing that Pam would be smiling and loving her man at the very moment he was on his cot looking at the ceiling, visualizing himself as nothing more than a human toilet for superior women.

The next day Pam and Jerry returned home. The camp had been a success. They would now see what permanent changes at home would follow. The adventure was just beginning.

The end.