A glass of wine for his wife

When his wife left him with that man, she told him to go for a drink. Henry did go, not one, but four, as if only that could suppress his anguish. He didn't go directly to the little house, but he knew what his wife and that man were doing. His heart was bleeding, and he couldn't help but cry, but not loudly. Fortunately, no one was nearby, and no one heard or saw his grief.
Just as Henry was overwhelmed with sorrow, he saw his wife and James come out of the cottage together. Henry tried to compose himself quickly, but it was not easy. Just as he was filled with anxiety, James had already put his arm around his wife and walked towards the courtyard. Halfway there, James kissed Cly's cheek, then separated from her and disappeared into the bustling crowd.
Cly turned around and saw Henry standing there anxiously, so she smiled and walked over. "How are you, honey? Henry, Henry, why are you crying?"
Cly asked in surprise as she stood in front of him.
"No, no, Chris, I think I got something in my eye,"
he replied weakly.
Chris looked at her husband with deep affection and heartache; she knew how to comfort him. Chris gently stroked her husband's cheek and said sincerely, "Darling, I love you. Don't worry, baby, it'll be alright."
"It's okay, don't comfort me, I'm really fine,"
he replied.
"I know you're my true love, darling,"
Chris said.
Hearing his wife's words, Henry felt a little better, but only a little.
"Henry, I know this is hard for you to accept, but you're my cuckolded husband, my slave, and you have to accept it. At the same time, you're still my good husband, my dearest. But you have to understand, I'll still let James fuck me in the future, I might even be his mistress for a long time. And maybe I'll be fucked by other men at the same time, do you understand that, baby?"
"How long will you be fucked by them, darling? I'm a little scared,"
Henry said.
Clyde could see that Henry was truly hurt, and she hadn't wanted him to suffer like this. But now that things had come to this, he had to accept it, accept the humiliation, heartache, and hardship he'd never experienced before. He had to adapt to his new role as quickly as possible.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll always be with you, but tonight I'm with a real man. We're going to make love. Try to understand this lifestyle. I know you're jealous, but being a real cuckolded husband is a test you have to go through."
"But..."
"You want me to be happy, right?"
"Yes, but..."
"Don't worry, my dear cuckolded husband,"
Clyde said sweetly. "We, you and I, will live well together. We have a long life ahead of us, let's make it work, okay? But you must remember your role. Can you make that effort?"
Henry nodded. He felt incredibly stupid. This was his idea, and things were going so well; why was he so insecure? Calming down and thinking it over, he realized he shouldn't complain like this, even though many painful days awaited him. Pain was a necessary asset for a cuckolded husband, and he was only just beginning. Clarence was right; he had to completely submit, completely accept this way of life.
"Okay, I'll do my best,"
he finally said.
"Thank you, darling! I know you will. Don't worry, you'll be rewarded, just wait patiently. Okay? By the way, why don't you go talk to Clarence? I'll go find Ida and see what she needs my help with, okay?"
"I can't,"
Henry said.
Clyde felt strange and asked, "Can't? Why?"
"Well, I should say he can't, I mean Clarence can't,"
Henry said.
"Why?"
"Because his wife spanked him. Probably because he was too rough with Roberta, and his wife punished him. Apparently, Clarence was talking about Roberta's hair, but he said it was just a joke. But..."
"I see."
"Roberta probably thought Clarence was harassing her, so she told her husband, and then her husband told Ida. I guess Clarence is probably still in the basement now, and Ida probably won't let him out in front of the guests tonight, or maybe she'll let him out after he apologizes to Roberta, I'm not sure,"
Henry said.
"How did you know all this?"
"I asked Ida where Clarence was because I wanted to talk to him, like you suggested earlier, when you were with James. Yes, I need to talk to someone who understands my feelings. But Ida told me she just spanked Clarence, and he's in the basement reflecting on his actions. She told me all this herself." "
She told you she spanked her husband?" "
Yes. She sounded very cold when she said it. Clyde, please don't spank me, okay? I'm very sensitive to pain."
Clyde stroked her husband's cheek again and said, "Henry, you didn't make me angry, why would I hit you? Maybe I will in the future. If one day I hit you, it means you deserve it. You must always remember that training you and cheating on you is my duty, and your duty is to obey me and love me. Do you agree?"
"Yes, ma'am, I understand."
“And also, you lied to me before, and that made me have to punish you severely. Henry, I will never let you get away with this. Deception and concealment are a huge deal to me. You should understand that, right?”
Kerry’s words immediately reminded him of his one-night stand with Jessica, and Henry felt incredibly ashamed.
“Yes, ma’am,”
Henry replied dejectedly.
“Well, I won’t let this go on for long. I’ll find time to punish you properly for your betrayal. I won’t let you off easily!”
For the next half hour, Henry followed his wife like a pitiful, obedient little puppy, being constantly introduced to her colleagues and friends. Now Kerry had put Henry at ease and treated him as an equal, giving him a chance to process his emotions. As the wife of a cuckolded husband, Kerry wasn’t quite used to her role yet, but she would adapt quickly.
Around 9:30 p.m., John Lawrence arrived. He knew almost no one at the party except for the Calfields. But that didn’t matter; his only purpose in coming was to find Kerry, Kerry Calfield.
"Just call me John,"
he said to the beautiful woman as he was led to sit down next to Roberta Kennedy.
Ida hurriedly found Chris and Henry and said, "Hey, John's here, he's sitting over there."
Upon hearing this, Henry immediately turned his head, his eyes searching for the man who would be enjoying his wife's body that night. Ida pulled him back, saying, "Come on, Henry, come with me, okay? Chris has some things to take care of."
"Oh, okay, okay,"
Henry said, reluctantly following Ida.
Chris smiled and said goodbye to her husband before going to John Lawrence and Roberta's seats, warmly greeting the man, "Hello, Mr. Lawrence."
"Hello, you're radiant!"
John said.
Chris smiled, appreciating John's compliment, "Thank you!"
"Oh, I should be thanking you, I heard you invited me."
"Yes, it was me."
Before Chris came over, Roberta had been politely deferring to this strange and flamboyant man; seeing Chris approach, she knew she could take the opportunity to leave. Roberta had seen many lecherous men like John, and she disliked dealing with them because they were indifferent to women and only wanted their bodies.
After leaving Clee, Ida led Henry into her large house and said, "She's likely to fuck him tonight, Henry, and she wants to record it and send it to his wife. That bastard insulted you and your wife, so he'll have to swallow the bitter pill. Believe me, although Clee would open her legs for every man in the world, this man is absolutely not worth your envy, because her goal isn't to seduce him, but revenge! Remember my words."
Henry nodded in approval, a smile even appearing on his face. He really wanted to teach the man who had framed him a lesson, but he hadn't used any of his methods.
"Did you record it all?"
Four hours later, Clee returned and asked Ida.
For the past four hours, Clee had used every trick in the book to seduce and stimulate John, making him ejaculate repeatedly in her mouth, vagina, and anus. Although the man was exhausted and almost dead from exhaustion, the sight of Kerry's seductive expression and sexy body made him involuntarily exert all his strength to get an erection and try to rape this rare beauty. Finally, no matter how much Kerry teased him, he couldn't get an erection anymore, couldn't squeeze out a single drop of semen, and was even afraid that Kerry would lay a finger on him again.
"Of course it was all recorded,"
Ida replied. "I've checked it; it's very clear. When his wife sees this, that bastard will be in big trouble."
Kerry smiled with satisfaction. "Great! Damn, that guy isn't a brave fucker, he's not good enough, and he only cares about his own pleasure. It's more than enough to deal with him; he really enjoys fucking me. That bastard deserves his comeuppance."
"What do we do with the copied footage?"
Ida asked.
"Of course, send it to his wife, and a few newspapers, especially the State Herald Tribune; they really hate him. Oh, and if it's not too much trouble, send a copy to KSTV too. They might not broadcast it all, but they'll definitely pick out some footage of him. Who knows? Anyway, let's wait until tomorrow." "
Okay,"
Ida said excitedly. "We still have to clean up the party tonight."
"Oh, by the way, Henry told me you whipped Clarence's ass. That explains why I haven't seen him."
"Yes, I taught him a lesson while you and James were having sex. He harassed Roberta and hurt her, and I couldn't let him get away with it. I had to punish him immediately. I took him to the basement and gave him a good beating. Haha, he was jumping around like crazy, screaming loud enough to wake a dead person."
“Well, I haven’t spanked Henry yet. I know I have to pull down his pants and teach him a lesson, because he disobeyed me and slept with a bitch. But I think we can wait a bit. I think he hasn’t fully adapted to his identity yet, so we need to train him first and let him slowly accept and adapt to this kind of life,”
Kerry said.
“You’re absolutely right. Haste makes waste. We have to take it slow,”
Ida said. “You have to make him realize that deception and betrayal are completely wrong and must be severely punished, but you can’t rush it. Fortunately, he gradually adapted and finally learned to get used to his identity.”
“Yes. Also, how should I use the penis cage on Henry? You see, Ida, I’ve made him wear that thing since this afternoon.”
“He seems to be doing okay. Let him wear it for a few days and see,”
Ida replied.
After saying goodbye to Ida, the Calfields drove home in silence. When they got home, although they both felt very tired, the special experience of the night made it impossible for them to fall asleep immediately.
They quickly stripped naked and lay on the bed, embracing each other. Although her body ached from the repeated gang rapes by James and John, Clarice decided to reward her man for his tolerance and patience. She slid down, untied the penis cage, and took his penis into her mouth, gently licking and sucking it with her lips and tongue.
Henry was deeply moved; he knew his wife had suffered so much humiliation and torment that night, yet she was still taking such good care of him. Just two minutes later, Henry felt he couldn't hold back any longer. He tried to control the urge to ejaculate, but he failed. A large amount of semen gushed out, all of it going down his wife's throat, which she swallowed without hesitation.
"How does it feel, darling?"
she asked.
"Oh, God, it feels so good. I really needed to release."
"I know you need to, darling,"
she said.
Just as they calmed down, the phone rang. Clarice picked up the receiver.
“Oh, really? James…yes, it’s too late…I was just about to go to sleep…no, it’s okay…oh, oh, I forgive you…what? Saturday?”
She glanced back at her husband, who could only hear her part of their conversation, but clearly understood what they were saying. She smiled at Henry and continued into the phone, “Yeah, that’s great…okay…okay, then 8 o’clock…okay, see you then.”
With that, she hung up.
“James’s coming to see me Saturday night, Henry. I think he might want to fuck me again,”
Clee said.
“Oh, okay, darling.”
With that, the two quickly fell asleep.
It was raining, a gentle rain, without wind. Clee and Henry both loved rainy days, because it was in the rain that they met and fell in love. That was 15 years ago. That day, it was pouring rain, and Clee, then a student at the state university, was caught in the storm. She was thinly dressed, soaked to the bone, shivering in the cold wind, but couldn’t hail a taxi.
Just then, Henry happened to drive by. He stopped his car and let the poor, pretty girl into his. That's how they met, and they fell in love. Shortly after graduating from university, Cly married Henry.
After so many years of marriage that went from passionate to mundane, Henry finally decided to let his wife experience a different kind of sex. Now, Henry's wish has finally come true, but he finds himself trapped in a difficult situation.
Tonight, James is coming over and will have sex with his wife, right in his and Cly's bed. He doesn't know how to face this. He initially thought his wife and James were just having a one-night stand, a casual encounter at a party, but things weren't as he imagined. Henry is very worried that James's aggressive behavior will threaten his marriage.
"Henry? Hey, what are you doing?"
Cly asked, looking at her dazed husband.
Henry snapped out of his reverie, looked at his wife, and exclaimed, "Crystal, you're so beautiful, truly beautiful."
"Thank you, my dear cuckolded husband, I need your compliment."
She addressed him as her cuckolded husband, her tone affectionate yet unmistakably reminding her of his status. To her, he was more like a lovable pet, waiting with her for her lover's arrival. Crystal needed Henry to quickly adjust to this role, though it wouldn't be easy.
Crystal wore a black tank top, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, her light makeup highlighting her beautiful face and adding to her delicate charm. Henry didn't know how James would react to his wife, but he always felt an uncontrollable urge whenever he saw her.
"Come here, darling, help me put on the necklace. James might be here soon, and I don't want to arrive unprepared."
"No problem."
Henry felt very proud to help his wife. He had just bathed her, prepared her clothes, and even carefully trimmed her pubic hair so that James could better enjoy his wife's body. Wearing a necklace was no problem at all. He was more than willing to be her slave.
"Darling, you're so good, my cuckolded little husband. I love you to death."
Saying this, Klee kissed his cheek, then pulled his penis out of his pants and locked it in a penis cage; she didn't want him to masturbate while she and James were making love.
Now, Henry was filled with adoration for his wife; he worshipped her like a god.

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