I was pretty proud of my self. I had just arranged a very nice surprise Mother's Day dinner for my wife. We even had a sitter for our son. We were just about to step out when Jenn got a call from Mr Josh. My heart sank. Every time I make plans, Mr Josh swoops in to ruin them. I was relieved to learn that he only wanted a ride into town for the pool tournament. We were all in the car driving into town and Jenn was telling Mr Josh all about my plans for the evening. Then she said it. "I wish it were you, we'd certainly have more fun." My heart skipped. Mr Josh loved each and every opportunity to show any measure of dominance over me. I was just hoping that tonight, he loved pool more. I was to have no such luck. Jenn picked up his moment of hesitation as he weighed the choices and started in on me... knowing that he'd follow close behind. "You know, Mother's day is about being a Mother.. a Woman. Dinning with you would be a constant reminder of what a pussy I've married. While having dinner with this gorgeous man would keep me thinking how lucky I am to be a woman. And how much he makes me feel like a real woman." Her logic was as always undeniable to me. Mr josh could do things to and for her that I've never been able to. She never lets me forget that. I started to protest, telling her about all the plans that I had made for US. Plans for us to be an intimate normal couple. She cut me off: "And I bet your little plans would make your mother proud. but this sissy whining of yours has just made up my mind." It was no use. and we were just pulling up to Havana's. They made the best stake in Norfolk possibly all of Virginia. "You can wait in the car for us. I'll text or call you when you are needed." Her tone quelled any resistance I could have mounted. After they where inside, I found a place to park, fed the meter and settled in for a long wait. 10min later, She sent me a text: roses @ table=nice tuch. I replied: i like 2 mk u hpy and hers: really? a few moments later a 2nd reply: Josh makes me happy No matter what I did tonight, I could not turn the conversation away from Mr Josh. "I've kept him hard through the entire appetizer he's so HUGE" Reading her text brought so many different and conflicting emotions to the surface. Titillation, fear, jealousy, rage, humiliation and finally detached acceptance. A short while later she sent another: "He wants me 2 himself to quit txting u". I was in for a long wait. And wait, I did for over two hours. Then finally the text: "Check is here, come get it". I walked up stairs to the secluded dining area and found them having coffee and laughing at something. The waiter was there too. He looked at me and smiled "You must be the husband, here's the check, they sure had a good time." It wasn't' immediately clear what he was referring to but then I noticed that Mr Josh's shirt was missing two buttons and Jenn's bra was in her hand. The check had come to 140 dollars. I handed my card to the waiter and before he left, Jenn instructed: "Matt here was great, make sure he gets a big tip. ok Sissy?" She loved humiliating in public. I mumbled something about you mean dinner was great and she quickly corrected me.. "If I had meant dinner I would have said dinner. --not that it wasn't great too." Matt chuckled to him self as he stepped away to run the card. During the drive back, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Jenn would make a point of making eye contact with me through the rear view mirror and smile her wicked smile as she passionately kissed Mr Josh. She'd coo extra loud when he grabbed at her breast as if every one of his touch was the last step before an orgasm. Mr Josh caught me looking in the mirror and the dominance in his voice was unmistakable to me: "Keep your eyes on the road. If I catch you looking back here again She'll add 2 more months to your chastity and you won't get your treat tonight. Now get us home so I can fuck your wife more properly this time." The rest of the drive was uneventful but for the sounds of them making out in the back seat of my car. After arriving home, Mr Josh tells me to get him a beer and then meet Jenn in the bedroom. After handing him his beer, I meet Jenn in the bedroom where she has laid out some things. She has me strip and stand before her in nothing more than my chastity belt. After some lube and some struggling, I'm uncomfortably plugged. She then wraps me from toes to shoulder in plastic wrap. She has opened the folding bed from the spare couch in the bedroom and lays me down. Now that I'm helplessly wrapped up, she continues to prepare and humiliate me. "You know he doesn't like to be watched when we fuck. He doesn't really like you here but when I explained that do this to you and how inert you'd be he reluctantly agreed. You need to remain quiet because if he hears you or gets distracted then he might loose interest and we can't have that can we?" She bends down close to me and whispers into my ear in that breathlessly sexy voice women seem to command: "tell me" "I love you, I want to see you happy" The words come with some reluctance, not for their meaning, for they are true words from my cuckold soul. --but for the inevitable end those words meet. "I don't love you, I can't love you you are a pathetic sissy who'd rather suck cock than use it to satisfy a woman not even 'any woman' not even your own wife. you are a pussified paycheck" Through my shame, she continued: "You are my bitch and you'll lay here quietly while a real man makes a real woman out of me. ---tell me again" "I love You.." "You're pathetic, now shut up" She buckles in the penis gag and just before she pulls the hood down over my eyes she says... "Being this cruel to you gets me so fucking wet feel this..." She scoops the slimy cumminess from her pussy and smears it over my lips and under my nose --all over my face really.. even makes sure to 'cum glue' one of my eyes shut. She then pulls the hood down completely over my eyes and whispers to my ear. "Matt was good but Josh was still better... can you taste the difference?" Not too long afterwards, I can hear Mr Josh chuckle as he enters the room. Jenn let him know that I wouldn't be an interruption to them tonight. that I could hear everything and could even taste it (they both laughed at that) but otherwise, I was little more than 'art' in the room. Soon they were well into fucking. She's very vocal. Mr Josh was ordering position changes. It was like listening to porn. She'd beg and cry.. shout and grunt. She came and came and came like a porn star.. loud... long... and often. In my blackness, I couldn't move but to struggle, I couldn't speak but to nurse the phallus buckled to my face. I couldn't taste or smell but for Matt and Josh. The sound and taste of them kept me in frustrated agony for what seemed to be hours. My agony was pierced by Jenn's shouting that was getting more urgent.. the kind of urgency that precedes orgasm by only a few moments. "Put your baby in me... I don't want that pathetic sissy bitch father my next child.. yes yes gawd yes so deep.. put that baby deep inside" Mr Josh growled a bit as he thrust.. Jenn screamed a bit from the pain but was easily past it in the pleasure. They lay together for several minutes. The hood was ripped off my head and she removed the gag and straddled my face. "How many orgasms did I have?" She asked as she ground her pussy and ass into my face. "Now, before you answer think.. if you're correct I'll deduct that many days from your chastity. If you're wrong, I'll multiply the error by the correct answer and add them to your schedule.".. I hate math problems.. and am even less proficient at them when She's pushing Mr Josh's cum into my mouth straight from her pussy. She's not patient with me at all and sits down harder on my face to the point I can't breath.. or speak. She holds then talks slowly.." Tap your feet" I stop my struggles to hear her then tap my feet 7 times. She raises and giggles.. sorry sweety.. we'll be adding 18 days to your schedule. "Now, leave your face like that and go get Josh a beer He's certainly earned it" She says as she cuts me out of my plastic cocoon. Naked and cum soaked, I hand Mr Josh a cold beer and thank him.