A big thank you to my devoted worshiper John, who wrote this cuckolding story for me.
This is a true story, happy reading!

 

Dinner for three [a true cuckolding story]

I have been seeing my Domme for a few years and we have developed a relationship/rapport both in and out of session. This surprised me as I am considerably older than her.

She is a beautiful brunette and part Asian which I find alluring in that she is both sensual, kind, and also very cruel when the mood takes her. I have experienced many new areas of BDSM with her, some of which I loved and some not so but I always submitted to her desires on the day, going with wherever her mood took her and me.

I have always been interested in cuckolding but this was not something that interested her so I did not push it as she was the leader and I was the follower and servant. However, I told her the truth that my way of dealing with jealousy when she was with other subs was to take vicarious pleasure from her pleasure when she was playing with them. I did not realize that she had understood this fully until recently and the following events took place.

She told me to keep a certain date free, in the evening. She would tell me closer to the date what I was required to do. I was excited and very curious to know what my task would be. As the date approached I was more and more excited and a little nervous, hoping that I would be capable of the task that she would be setting.

She reassured me that I would be capable and that I would find it exciting to be able to do something for her outside of a session environment.

***

Finally, about a week before the date, she told me: it was to take her and her boyfriend/partner to a restaurant for dinner.

I was to pick them up from her home, be their chauffeur for the evening. Take them to a ‘fine dining restaurant”, wait outside while they had dinner, pay for their meal and drive them home afterward.

My treat was to meet her lover, see them together, and she would come out to see me from time to time for a cigarette break. The thought excited me and I hoped that she would take several breaks to see me as I knew that I would be outside for at least 3 hours!

***

I arrived early feeling nervous and despite the fact that she had told me some details about him, I really didn’t know what to expect.

I wore a smart suit as I thought that I should show respect for her and him and, after all, I was their chauffeur/servant for the evening.

After what seemed like an eternity they approached my car. She looked beautiful in a short cocktail dress and he was wearing expensive jeans and boots which was his style. She offered her hand for me to kiss and instructed me to bow as a greeting to him. Naturally, I complied and opened the doors for them as they sat in the back. It seemed to have started well and I drove them to the restaurant.

It felt right and he seemed very comfortable with the situation which had been a worry for me. As they were talking I could feel the rapport that they had and I started to like him.

***

On arrival, she talked to me briefly to let me know that she would be out to see me at some stage and I wished them a pleasant evening as I watched them enter the restaurant hand in hand.

I was trembling slightly and felt weak but also excited at what might happen. I had my sandwich, which seemed appropriate, water, and a newspaper. The correct supper and entertainment for the servant. it seemed.

I started to relax and prepare for a long evening alone but after about half an hour I received a message on my phone with a picture of her leg under the table, her foot in heels stroking his leg. The message read ‘and so it begins!’ I was breathless and weakened by this but it showed that she was thinking of me so I felt pleased and relieved too.

The rest of the evening was sweet torture as I received messages from time to time to excite and frustrate me. She visited me from time to time, perhaps twice in the evening for 5 minutes or so for a cigarette, and tell me how it was going. After three hours or so, I was getting bored as I had finished the newspaper, ate my sandwich and been through my phone. But I knew it was her wish and so I endured the loneliness.

I then receive a text saying that they had finished and that the bill was at the reception waiting to be paid. I felt humble as I entered the restaurant and settled the account and then waited outside as I messaged her to say that it was paid and I was waiting to take them home. I was excited to see them again and opened the doors like the good chauffeur I had become.

***

They were in high spirits as they entered my car after a delicious meal and plenty of good wine.

She told me to take a longer route back to her place and with soft music playing we set off. She had positioned herself so that she could be seen in the rearview mirror and so when my eyes were not on the road, I could see her, and then she pulled him close and I could see them both. Then they kissed…….

Thankfully I had to stop at a traffic light so I could look at them properly. I saw them in the mirror….kissing passionately.

I was becoming breathless as he told her ‘you drive me crazy with desire …your lips…your breasts’. Her fingers in his hair, her tongue dancing with his. It excites and weakens me to think about it even now!

I was praying for more traffic lights which thankfully were mainly red so I could hear, see, drink in her desire for him and his desire for her. I could hear the sound of her stockings as he caressed her legs but had to concentrate on the road to make sure that we arrived back safely.

***

When we arrived back she said that she would spend a few minutes with me before I went home. He said that he would fix her a drink and would wait, saying ‘don’t be too long, I need you’.

I sat in the car as she joined me in the front seats and she thanked me for a lovely evening. I had agreed on a session with her one week later as I knew that I could not last any longer before I saw her again.

She said to me ‘only one week to wait…I want you to be disciplined and remain in chastity for that week’. I moaned as I needed release after the tensions and excitement but I agreed.

She kissed me on the cheek, stroked my face and I wished her an enjoyable end to the evening. She told me ‘oh yes, it will be enjoyable….he will make sure of that and I need him too!’

***

The next week was torture as images, sounds kept turning over in my brain and I found that I was in a trance constantly thinking of her…and him. It was a sort of subspace that in the end, I enjoyed.

Being in self-imposed chastity for her made me fixate on her even more than normal. I counted the days until we met again and she used the experience to taunt me, excite me in our session when it eventually arrived.

It was a wonderful experience without being hardcore and mentally so satisfying. A wonderful evening !!

 

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