Turtle eggs

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I. Taming

Kevin "You've had a lot to do before Kevin even got here," my wife said with a grin.

Kevin was my wife's lover and my boss. I must say I honestly don't know how I got to this
point. I used to be obsessed with cuckoldry and had talked about it with a few people online. That's where I met
Kevin. He owned a company in England and, as he said, was handsome and strong. During our conversation,
I mentioned I was looking for a job, and he showed me his pay stub, wanting to hire me to start a business on the East Coast of America. I usually
just worked from home, doing tasks sent via computer.

"Don't forget Kevin likes his martinis—don't shake them too hard," she said.

"Yes, darling."

Things got a little better after Kevin hired me. He asked if I really wanted my wife
to cuckold me with other men. I told him yes, but nothing else. The first thing that happened was Kevin
came to America, saying he'd like to have dinner at home with my wife and me. I readily agreed and prepared.

"And don't forget Kevin likes me wearing sheer pantyhose."

"Yes, darling." That first dinner was very pleasant. Kevin was very gentlemanly. My wife
cooked like a typical business dinner. After dinner, I cleared the table and they went to the living room for drinks. That's when
Kevin asked, "Do you two have children? You must reserve some rooms for lovemaking," with a deceptive
smile on his face.

He talked about his different experiences playing and having sex with two couples in England. Debbie looked very curious
and kept asking questions. "Oh, this guy dreams of me fucking his woman in front of them, of our lovemaking pleasing and humiliating
him. Later he'll become our little slave. Don't say I'm wrong, we were all willing. I told him I didn't want
to take his wife away. He satisfied his desires, and I made love with the beautiful lady, and she experienced
the pleasure of a beautiful eight-inch penis for the first time in her life."

"Darling, we might not be home until very late, so make sure you set your alarm before you go to bed
so you can serve us breakfast tomorrow morning." "Yes, darling," I said obediently.

When Kevin left on his first night, Debbie was incredibly excited,
even more so than when I just satisfied her with my hands (which I used to do). She talked more and more about Kevin and his charm.

Two months after I got the new job, Kevin said he needed me to go to Boston for three days. I packed my bags, kissed
Debbie , and left. When I arrived at the hotel, I met another couple from the US office who asked me where Kevin was. He
told me he hadn't attended the meeting; he was skiing (in my hometown). I was stunned. I picked up the phone and called Debbie.

"Oh, honey, can you answer the phone?" The receiver went dead, as if I had no choice.

"Okay, I called back. He told me he was skiing and picnicking in town this weekend while I was away and
asked if I wanted to join him for dinner. My heart sank." Was that so?

"What did you tell him?" I asked, as if I needed to know her answer.

"I told him I'd love to have dinner with him. He's at his usual ski spot, half
an hour so I'd see him just in time for dinner. Okay, honey, I'm off. I love you." She hung up
.

My heart sank. What was going to happen? I paced back and forth in my hotel room all night.
Finally, ten o'clock, I called home, but no one answered. I called home every half hour until
finally at ten in the morning, Debbie answered. "Hello."

"Debbie, it's me. Where have you been? I've been calling home every hour." "

Oh, darling. There was a terrible blizzard yesterday, I couldn't get home, so Kevin offered me
a room. Unfortunately, there weren't any rooms available, but Kevin had a set of bedding, so I stayed at his place for the night." "

You mean you slept in the same room as him?"

"No, darling, just in the same bed, but we slept separately."

I was speechless. What was going to happen?

"Darling, that's great. I'm a strong woman, I can take care of myself. Welcome tomorrow!" She hung up
. I was furious. For three whole days, I was distracted. Especially on the second day when I received a call from Debbie telling me that
Kevin had invited her to stay for three days. Debbie hadn't worked since Kevin hired me, and the salary he gave me was enough to support
his wife.

I got home Friday night, and my wife looked incredibly sexy; she had been with Kevin for three days.

I finally asked her.

“Darling, um…”

“What?”

“You haven’t slept with Kevin, have you?” I hoped she would say no.

“You like me to say that, don’t you?” she said with a sly smile.

“What do you mean?”

“Darling, you have the same weird dream as Kevin described at dinner that day. Now,
if I sleep with him, wouldn’t you be excited?”

“I think so, but you?”

“No, Kevin and I talked to each other. Once we decide to do this to you—to cuckold you—
the three of us have to agree before we start. Now, if you tell me this is what you want, we’ll start, but I must make sure it’s
absolutely what you’re asking for. Once we start, there’s no going back.”

“I understand.”

“Is this what you want?” Debbie smiled like a cat ready to devour a canary.

"Yes, darling."

"Okay, now there are some basic rules you must follow." She handed me
a form it was clearly written by both of them… You must always address Kevin as Mr. or Master… You must address me as
Madam or Mistress… During work hours and weekends, you are completely at Kevin's disposal… The rest of the time you belong to me
…

You must respond to all laundry, cooking, cleaning, housework, and any requests Kevin and I make… This
house —our house—will become Kevin's property while he is here. You may only sleep in the guest room as a guest
… You must wear whatever clothes we designate… When Kevin returns home, you must kneel at the door to greet him and kiss his
feet as a sign of respect… When Kevin and I go out, you must serve us as our driver and servant…
You must obey any command from Kevin and me.

"Do you agree to these terms?"

I couldn't believe the words I was seeing, but I noticed my penis was already erect, rock hard.

Incredulously, I replied, "Yes, ma'am."

"Very good. Kevin and I haven't slept together properly yet, but we'll do it tonight anyway.

You'll be allowed to watch us make love. I'll make you our cleaning boy. After we're done, we'll
clean his beautiful big cock and my cunt. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am." What was I saying? How could I let myself say such a thing? It was true,
deep down I craved this.

"Well, then you'd better prepare dinner because Kevin is coming soon. Oh, and you put this on." She tossed
me her transparent apron.

"Yes, ma'am." I changed into my new clothes and started preparing dinner.

When Kevin arrived home, I opened the door as instructed, knelt before him, and kissed his feet.

"Ah, I like employees like this," Kevin said, repeating it over and over, actually referring to me not only as
his employee but also as offering my wife to him to be his cuckolded slave.

The first night went as well as I'd ever dreamed. Kevin and Debbie made my wish come true. They mocked me
during dinner, and Debbie made me stand like a ballerina for the entire meal. Every time I
lost my balance, Kevin would whip my buttocks with a belt while Debbie laughed.

That night, I watched them make love and even cleaned them. Although I had never tasted
a man's semen before, I have to admit I liked the taste. Debbie's vagina was warm and moist, and after I crawled between her legs and licked her clean, I immediately began to serve Kevin's magnificent penis. Kevin made me stand up and pulled my penis out
of my underwear, then gave me a soft measuring tape. 　　"Measure it," he said. 　　After I measured it, I said, "Four inches long, two inches in circumference, and at my hardest." 　　They laughed. Kevin made me continue crawling between his legs and licking his penis clean. Then Debbie ordered me to clean her vulva, and at this moment I licked her until her legs bent, and amidst their laughter, I dutifully licked her until she orgasmed three times. I felt like I was going to explode, and my semen shot onto her legs. 　　“You filthy thing. Clean yourself up now!” she said. 　　I crawled under her and licked my semen from her beautiful legs. Kevin ordered me to stand up and threw the measuring tape at me again. 　　“Let’s see how big it is when it’s soft,” he said. 　　I measured it with the tape. 　　“One and a half inch long, one inch circumference, sir.” 　　They burst into laughter and snuggled together. Debbie deeply humiliated me. “You know, I was thinking that since Kevin and I are called Master and Mistress by you, we should give you a proper name. I think ‘Turtle Egg’ is a cute name isn’t it?” 　　The first night felt like a year, though not quite, but Kevin hid it well when he sent me out of town on business trips, making it seem like normal work, and many people knew he was going to have sex with my wife. I ignored the looks and warnings from others. 　　We entered into this lifestyle. Debbie got the sexual satisfaction from the big cock she wanted and became Kevin’s mistress . I began to serve and understand that it was a real man taking care of my wife and providing her with things I could never give. And Kevin was the happiest man; he had dedicated employees and servants and could have sex with a beautiful woman whenever he wanted. 　　Every week I spent cooking, cleaning, doing chores, and greeting and serving them. They, on the other hand, happily frequented movie theaters, resorts, and shopping malls. Occasionally, they would summon me to their hotel rooms to kneel and watch and listen to them make love. Then Debbie would order me to pull on her penis and use my mouth to clean it with their love juices, which I, of course, obeyed. 　　I know many men wouldn't, and couldn't, stand for even a minute in that situation. But my innate subservience prevented me from satisfying my wife's needs and from becoming the real man she needed to please her. You know my place should be at the feet of her and her lover. Many people thought Kevin and Debbie were a married couple, even though I knew love was a distant concept between them. Their public displays of affection—kissing, hugging—led them to have me sit behind them at the movies to watch them. 　　For me, these were the most exciting and emotionally liberating moments of my life. I knew what I should do; I had been cuckolded by Debbie, and for a long time. My life consisted of serving her and Kevin. On Kevin's birthday, 　　Debbie gave him a special gift—a tattoo on my left hip that read, "Debbie and Kevin's Turtle Eggs— For Love and Service." Kevin's strong 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　, muscular body glistened with sweat. Today was his workout day, and I was his personal assistant 　　at the gym . I couldn't do the things he did, like lifting weights. I'm 5'9" and 190" pounds, a stark contrast to Kevin's 6'3" and 220" muscular physique . When they called me "Turtle Eggs," he called me Fat Butt. 　　"Fat Butt, run downstairs to the locker and get me my water bottle." 　　"Yes, sir," I mumbled, panting. 　　I ran to the locker. Thank God, the gym wasn't too crowded anymore. Kevin was always with us, and I was increasingly having to accompany him to the gym. It seemed like a little prank was brewing; Kevin and Debbie had it all planned. I grabbed Kevin's water bottle and quickly ran to the workout area. When I accompanied Kevin to the gym, I was wearing what Kevin and Debbie had forced me to wear what they called a "jacket"—a very short, tiny nylon shorts and a small sleeping bag. The shorts were so small that the shape of my genitals was clearly visible. 　　Kevin grabbed a water bottle and took a big gulp. "Okay, you bastard, I did a great day outdoors. I can't wait to get home and have another workout with Debbie." 　　He smiled, while my heart felt like ashes. Ever since I met Kevin online and told him about my desire to be cuckolded and to be ruled by him and Debbie, things had become a reality. I felt possessed ; Kevin gave me a job and an income, and Debbie didn't have to work anymore, and I had become their captive. Unless I asked to stop or divorce Debbie, but I knew that was unlikely. 　　The gym showers were empty, so Kevin and I went in. I started taking off our clothes and began to work on our bodies.

"Soap." "Now tell me, you little rascal, do you like the lifestyle Debbie and I have arranged for you?

" "Yes, Master," I said obediently. "I have to tell you I'm glad you've
changed your role in your new life. You've realized you're not a real man, not even human, you're lowly and worthless
." He reached out and grabbed my penis.

"And Debbie has learned what a real man is for the first time in her life. She enjoys my penis
and being your slave. I know she loves you now and perhaps she will in the future, and we are
better than you in many ways as men and wives. Do you agree?"

As he spoke, I felt my penis harden and swell in his hand. "Yes, sir." "Good little rascal
, here's a reward for your good performance. Debbie and I have decided to give you a little gift for your good service
."

I couldn't imagine what was coming next. For the past year, I had been working 80
to 90 hours a week, hunched over, and spending the rest of the time doing housework, cleaning, washing clothes, and shopping to please Kevin
and Debbie.

Kevin laughed as he saw my erection. "I don't want to tell you what my gift is yet. I want to wait until after lunch
today ." He released my penis so I could continue soaping his body. "Turtle eggs, wash my ass."

It was an order, not a request. I immediately started soaping his strong back. "I mean my
entire ass," Kevin said, and I knew what he meant immediately. I knelt down and began washing his glutes and thighs,
but Kevin reached behind him, spread his buttocks against the wall, and said, "Clean it all up, fat ass."

I knew what that meant. I thrust my tongue rapidly between his buttocks, licking Kevin's
testicles and hearing his soft, pleasurable moans. I prayed no one would find us, but it wasn't up to me.

Under my vigorous service, Kevin's enormous penis convulsed. Finally, he began, facing me,
and I knew he would do it. He ejaculated a large amount of semen onto my face. He breathed heavily until he
was finally exhausted.

"Let's go out!" he said. We walked towards the locker room. I tried to wash my face with water, but I
knew it was impossible to get it all clean right away. "Hurry up, you idiot, don't dawdle," Kevin urged.

The journey home was embarrassing; I had to wear the jacket I'd just gotten out of the gym. My hair
was dried semen clumps, and I kept brushing it back to make it less noticeable. Kevin
stopped me in front of a McDonald's and handed me a piece of paper. "This is what Debbie and I have for lunch. Since we want
you to lose 5 to 10 pounds, I'm telling you you don't need lunch." "Do you want me to go in?" "Yes, I
don't need to go in. Here, you're a slave."

"Yes, sir." I leaned out the window and saw my reflection in the car, a white nylon top clinging
tightly to me. No hat could hide the dried semen in my hair; I brushed it back. It was
midday, and the place was crowded. I stood at the back of the line, head down, waiting to buy my food. My eyes were on the ground
as I reached for my food and ran it out the door.

"Where do you want to go?" Kevin mocked.

"Yes, sir."

He untied the fried chicken from the bag, and looking at him made me even hungrier.

"Do you like it?" "Yes, sir."

"Okay, you can have one. You have to do something to show how good a cuckolded husband you are."

"How can I do that, sir?" I asked anxiously. I didn't want to hear the answer. He
took a pair of black pantyhose from the car's glove compartment and handed it to me. "Go to the men's room and put this on, then you can eat
French fries," Kevin laughed.

I hesitated for a moment, then took the pantyhose from him and went to the men's room. I decided to lower my head and continue my foolish
impulse . When I got back to the car, "Want some chicken, you bastard?" Kevin teased me like a puppy.

"Yes, sir," I said. I backed up and found the car door locked.

He threw a chicken nugget out the window, which I caught. He started the car and drove off. "Go home and walk back yourself
!"

The walk home was heavy, and I felt extremely ashamed of the strange looks from my neighbors. When I got home, I found
Debbie and Kevin lazily cuddling by the pool. Debbie took off her sunglasses from her nose and said to me,

"So cute!" She and Kevin both laughed.

"Go shower and then come back here. I've prepared a jacket for you on your bed," Debbie said
with a smile . Ever since Kevin and Debbie slept in our bed, my "bed" had become a
sleeping bag in the guest room. I was only allowed to share a bed with Debbie when Kevin was not in the city, so I could serve him.
But most nights I lay in my sleeping bag listening to their passionate sounds, and they only
called me when they were cleaning them.

I showered and returned to the room to find a tiny women's bikini on the bed. Putting it on,
I realized how small it was and how fat I looked. I awkwardly returned to the poolside. There was another man there,
sitting with Debbie and Kevin. He was the same size as Kevin, but with rebellious long hair and tattoos all over his arms.

I took a few steps back, and Kevin spoke up. "Don't worry, you little bastard, come over. I want you to meet my friend.
This is Matthew."

I stood in front of the man and extended my hand. "Nice to meet you," I said timidly.

Matthew immediately grabbed the bottom of my bikini and yanked hard on my penis. They all laughed. "That's all
? You might not even be an adult yet!" they jeered.

Debbie ordered me to kneel, and I did. I felt the scorching concrete burning my knees. She spoke to me like
a boss, condescendingly. "You know Kevin and I have trained you
to be what you are now over the past few months. It's time to take it a step further. There's no going back. Kevin is like an angel, allowing you
to work and supporting us from now on, do you understand?" That wasn't a problem.

"Yes, Madam."

"Good. So from now on, you must learn to adapt. Kevin said we wanted to give you a little
gift, which is what Matthew is doing here. Matthew is a tattoo artist, and we've decided to give you a tattoo to make you look
cuter and to remind you to serve us attentively." I swallowed hard. A tattoo! And I had no choice!

"So first thing. Lie down in the chair, face down." I got up like a puppet and did as she instructed.

Matthew opened his small case and laid out his equipment on the table. I heard the whirring of the tattoo needles. The whole process
took about half an hour. When he was finished, he told me to stand up and walk over to Kevin and Debbie.

They nodded in satisfaction, and Kevin handed Matthew a mirror so I could see the tattoo clearly.

I almost fainted. On my buttocks was drawn a testicle and a penis, and the penis
was semi-erect. Above it was the words "Debbie and Kevin's son of a bitch." They laughed and nodded approvingly. But Debbie ordered
me to kneel down again.

"From today onwards, your bedroom will officially be moved to the guest room. This doesn't mean I don't love you anymore. Because my bed
should be occupied by a real man, your salary will be directly deposited into my hands from the office, and you will no longer have
access to credit cards and bank accounts. If you need money, you'll have to ask me or Kevin for consideration. Kevin has
some important business partners who will lend you out to serve them as needed. You'd better behave well, and always remember
that Kevin is your master; he controls your life. Get up and come here." I approached her as she commanded, and she
snapped a metal device over my penis and testicles, locking it shut.

"This chastity belt is our last gift. You'll have to wear it permanently; only Kevin and I have the key.
It can be opened when you're washing in the bathroom, but you're not allowed to be erect or ejaculate. You'll only have a chance to orgasm when you're doing a good job as our little devil
, and when Kevin and I are happy, I'll allow you to untie it and
masturbate your sick little penis to release your pent-up desires. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

What could I say, no? In front of my wife and her lover, I was wearing a women's bikini, with
"Debbie and Kevin's Turtle Son" tattooed on my buttocks, and a chastity belt. "Yes, madam," I said, a tear
rolling down my cheek, while my little bird throbbed against the chastity belt...

III. Assistant

"Do you like it?" Debbie closed the bedroom door and walked into the living room. She was only wearing anklets and pink sexy
lingerie. I felt her lover's large penis hardening in my mouth after I sucked it.

She looked down at the heat and went to the sofa, pushing my head away and sitting on my erect penis. Debbie and I
had been looking forward to this scene for a long time. We both dreamed of this moment. After being trained by Debbie and her master, I
became more and more obedient and attentive to them.

Now my role was their good "helper." Simply put, I was to help Debbie fulfill
any of her desires, such as when Kevin was away for several weeks, Debbie forced me to improve my blowjob skills by practicing sucking dildos
so that I could please Kevin when they reunited. Sometimes she would help me ejaculate to encourage me
as I got closer to perfection.

"Lick my ass," she commanded, as she rode up and down his thick penis.

I tried to lick her ass deep into her cleft until I heard her moan as she approached orgasm. With her wilder
movements, the head of my penis gushed forth a powerful stream of semen, and her thighs and buttocks trembled as she climaxed. She
got off her lover and said to me, "Lick him!"

I immediately began cleaning his magnificent, majestic penis, licking the juices off his shaft.
As I licked him, Debbie helped me lick Kevin's testicles, feeding his penis into my mouth. I felt his
sacred flesh harden again. "Lick his balls," I felt his testicles tighten as he ejaculated his semen into Debbie,
who screamed as she reached her second orgasm of the night.

Debbie often said she was his doe, always doing things better than she could dream of, and I, on the other hand, was her best dream. I shared her dream, and I can't describe how exhilarating it was
as I knelt between them, performing oral sex on them .
Debbie stood up, a mischievous grin on her face. "You know what
to do." It wasn't an order, but a decree. Slowly, I carefully cleaned my penis while Debbie headed for the bathroom. Soon,
I heard the rushing water in the tub. I finished cleaning and immediately went into the bathroom. Debbie welcomed
me with a passionate kiss on the forehead. "Is he strong and beautiful?" she asked. I replied, adding bubble shampoo to the tub, "Yes,
Mistress." My penis was erect and hard from his ministrations. "I'll take care of you later, but for now, we
want to have a good bath." I kissed her feet and climbed into the living room.

"Your bath and Mistress's bath are ready," I said to Kevin. Kevin rose and walked straight across the living room,
his six-foot-three-inch frame and muscular physique as perfect as a David statue. His enormous penis swung like a pendulum between
his legs . They stepped into the large marble tub, Debbie
lying on Kevin's chest with a blissful smile.

As if it were pre-rehearsed, without their prompting, I picked up a soft towel and began to wash and
bathe . My hands washed Debbie's beautiful breasts, and as I washed further, I heard her sigh between her legs.
When the towel finished washing her crotch, Kevin was erect again. I massaged Kevin's chest and shoulders. Debbie turned her face
to kiss him, her tongue plunging deep into Kevin's mouth. Kevin's penis swayed in the bathwater, and Debbie gripped
the tub with all four limbs as Kevin fucked her from behind.

As Kevin thrust in and out from behind, I used the towel to wash her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples
to increase her pleasure, making Debbie respond more intensely to Kevin. With a scream, she reached orgasm, and Kevin
fucked for a while longer before ejaculating. Like a movie, he withdrew his penis and ejaculated a large amount of semen onto Debbie's jade-like back.

"Clean," I followed Kevin's instructions, licking Debbie's back, cleaning every drop of
love juice . Kevin stood up from the bathtub, his penis half-erect. "Now it's time to clean me up," he said,
smiling at Debbie.

I took his penis into my mouth and sucked it clean. When it got hard again, he started fucking my mouth. I
knew he was coming; his rock-hard cock pounded in my mouth as he ejaculated, his semen flowing onto my
face. Debbie smiled at me, kissing me wildly as she licked the semen off my face. After they finished bathing,
I patted them dry with a soft towel, and they went to bed naked. I powdered them and
gently massaged them until Kevin fell asleep. Just as we were about to finish, Debbie grabbed my penis and gently
played with it. I was so excited I was almost coming. She said, "You're such a good helper." She watched as
I ejaculated onto her breasts.

"Clean me up, let me get some sleep. We need to prepare for the next round soon."

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