A Humiliating Visit from His Mother-in-Law

Jack could feel his cock leaking precum, as it tended to do when Paige was having sex with her bull. The volume of precum was a little heavier than usual, though, largely because Jack hadn't cum in nearly two weeks and the fact that Paige had put him in a chastity cage right before her bull had arrived.

The cage was an uncommon accessory that she utilized mostly when Jack had been denied long enough that it was damn near certain that he'd masturbate if he was left to his own devices, and on that particular day he'd been instructed to leave Paige and Oscar alone in the bedroom.

Because of his banishment from watching, Jack sat on the living room couch and listened as his wife and her bull fucked in the master bedroom upstairs. It was mostly Paige's moans that reached his ears, though every so often he'd hear the bed frame groan under the insistent power of Oscar's thrusts.

As he sat and listened, Jack rubbed his caged cock through his jeans. He wasn't permitted to strip and play naked, but he was allowed to rub himself as much as he wanted for there was no risk of him cumming. It wasn't terribly pleasurable, either, but there was something appealing about the rubbing and the way it drew attention to Jack's denial.

It was his intense focus on listening and playing with himself that left Jack utterly unprepared for the knock at the front door. It wasn't especially loud, but the fright of the sudden unexpected sound made him jump and he nearly cried out.

Jack grabbed his phone and checked the feed from their video doorbell. He saw Rita, his mother-in-law, standing on their doorstep with her oversized purse slung over one arm and a slightly annoyed look on her face. That wasn't unusual, though, as Rita went through most of life with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

There was no way Jack could answer the door, of course. None at all. So he sat there and watched the video feed on his phone in the hopes that Rita would go away.

She didn't, of course. She reached up and knocked again, this time a little louder. Jack worried that Paige and Oscar would hear it, that their pursuit of pleasure would be interrupted and Jack wanted to avoid that.

Rita then reached for the doorbell and pressed the button. The sound resonated throughout the house. The moans kept coming from the bedroom, though. If Paige had heard it she likely assumed that it was a package being dropped off or that Jack would take care of it.

Rita rang the bell again. The sounds of sex continued, but Jack knew he had to get his mother-in-law to go away if he wanted his wife to have the orgasm she craved, if he wanted her bull to cum inside her, if he wanted to indulge in the pleasure of cleaning Paige's pussy after Oscar had his way with her.

Jack stood, slipped his phone into his pocket, and headed for the door. "I'm coming," he called out.

He reached the door, took a deep breath, and devised a quick plan to step outside before Rita heard anything. That plan went awry the moment he opened the door as Rita's slender frame deftly slipped past him.

"Why did you make me wait so long?" she asked sharply.

Jack didn't get a chance to answer as Paige unleashed a particularly loud moan. Rita turned towards the stairs and looked up before looking back at Jack.

"What's going on?" she asked. "Is that my daughter?"

Jack's face reddened and he considered heading out the front door and simply running down the street so he could avoid the conversation he was about to have. That was foolish, though, so instead he nodded.

"Jack, look at me," Rita demanded. He obliged. "Is my daughter having sex?"

"Yes."

"With another man?"

Jack nodded. "Yes."

Rita stared at him for what felt like an impossibly long time, though it was probably no more than a handful of seconds. "And you were, what, watching and you came down to get the door?"

He shook his head. "I was...I was sitting on the couch and listening."

Rita set her purse down and crossed her arms. She looked at the living room couch and then back at Jack. "You were sitting on that couch right there and listening to your wife have sex with another man?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"Because it excites you?"

"Yes."

Rita would have been a tremendous poker player as Jack couldn't get even a hint of a read on what she was thinking as he studied her face. She seemed utterly emotionless as she stood there, though he was certain she was judging him.

"That's pathetic," she finally said.

Jack felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

"I'm not surprised, though."

"You're not?"

She shook her head. "I told Paige not to marry you. I told you that you weren't much of a man, that you'd likely be a disappointment as a husband. I don't love that I was right about that, but I'm not surprised, Jack."

Paige and Oscar clearly had no idea that someone else was in the house as they hadn't slowed in the slightest. If anything, they'd sped up a little, at least based on the pace of Paige's moans.

"Does she have just one lover, or many?"

"Just one. His name is Oscar. They work together."

Rita smiled. "And how long has she had a lover?"

"Six months."

"And how did this come about?"

Jack swallowed hard. "I suggested it. I knew...well, it seemed obvious to me that Paige wasn't especially satisfied with our sex life. So I...I suggested that she cuckold me."

"That was very generous of you, though perhaps it was selfish. I take it that you're the kind of man that enjoys being cuckolded?"

Jack nodded. Every bit of the conversation was embarrassing, but he saw little point in trying to lie to Rita.

"You're even more pathetic than I thought you were, Jack, though I applaud my daughter for being willing to make whatever changes were necessary to ensure that she actually enjoys her life."

Jack thought of how happy Paige had been since taking Oscar as her bull. He thought of how happy he'd been, how their marriage had felt vastly improved in recent months.

"Come," Rita said as she picked up her purse and headed for the living room.

Jack desperately wished his mother-in-law would leave, but he was no position to demand she do so and she wouldn't have bothered to listen to him anyway so there was little point in it.

She sat on the couch and gestured for him to join her. Jack did so, though he felt a deep sense of discomfort at sitting so close to his mother-in-law while his wife and her bull fucked upstairs.

"Were you masturbating?" she asked. "Is that something you like doing? Masturbating while your wife has sex with another man?"

"Yes, but I'm not usually allowed to masturbate and I wasn't today."

Rita laughed. "Not allowed to masturbate? Are you not in control of your cock, Jack?"

He shook his head. "No, Paige is. She...she says that I'm prone to selfishness when I'm in control of my cock, that I masturbate too much and that I'm bad about tending to her needs when I masturbate too often."

"Pathetic," Rita said, though this time there was obvious amusement on her face and in her voice.

"She...sometimes she locks my cock in a chastity device."

Rita laughed softly. "Good for her. If she's not going to divorce you, she might as well control you, manipulate you, and ensure that you're motivated to work hard to make her life better."

Jack was surprised at how thrilling he'd found it to confess to Rita that he was locked in a chastity device. Her reaction proved unexpectedly thrilling, too, as her laughter provided a strange sense of pleasure.

"I'd like to see it."

"See what?"

"Your caged cock, Jack. I'd like to see it. Right now."

Jack sat stone still as the sounds upstairs went silent. Rita said nothing, though she didn't seem worried that her daughter might come downstairs and see her sitting there on the living room couch.

A few seconds later the sex resumed. They'd probably switched positions. Jack listened and guessed that Paige was now on top. He pictured her moving her hips back and forth while she grasped and played with her breasts as Oscar wore a look of pure pleasure - a look Jack had seen on numerous occasions - as Paige worked his cock with her pussy.

"Jack, do as you're told," Rita instructed. "Show me your caged cock."

Jack knew it was insane to do so, and yet he felt an undeniable sense of excitement, so he stood and removed his pants and underwear. His mother-in-law smiled and then laughed as she stared at his cock, which looked remarkably small in the steel cage his wife had purchased two months prior.

"So pathetic," she said. "So drippy, too. Does that always happen when you listen to your wife have sex with what I presume is a superior man?"

Jack nodded. "It's worse when I've gone a few weeks without an orgasm."

"Is that how long it's been? A few weeks?"

"Yes."

"And when they finish fucking, what happens? Do you get to cum, Jack? Does Paige set you free so you can beat off and spill your rancid seed?"

Jack thought of Paige calling him to their bedroom after they'd finished fucking, which is what always happened when he was banished from the room. He thought of her asking if he'd enjoyed listening to a real man fuck her. He thought of Paige spreading her legs and asking if Jack wanted to clean a real man's cum out of her pussy. He thought of crawling between her legs and plunging his tongue inside her, of bathing his taste buds in Oscar's cum, of swallowing while his wife and her bull kissed and caressed each other.

"Usually...after they finish, Paige usually has me clean her...she usually has me clean her pussy."

Rita looked surprised for the first time since her arrival. "They have unprotected sex?"

Jack nodded.

"And after he cums inside her, you what, lick it out of her?"

"Yes, I do."

"And that turns you on?"

"Very much so, yes."

Jack was turned on in that moment. Massively so. His cock was leaking even more precum than when he'd listened on his own. Confessing everything to his mother-in-law proved strangely exciting.

"You're so much more pathetic than I ever imagined, Jack. Unimaginably so, really." Rita's eyes wandered over his body and then she smiled slightly and asked, "Do you like that I know about your little perversion, Jack? Is that why you're so eager to confess to me?"

He nodded, though doing so proved surprisingly embarrassing.

"My daughter married a freak, didn't she?"

"I think so."

Rita stood and bent over in front of Jack. She yanked his belt from his jeans, stood, and folded it in half.

"So, is there anything else you do to make my daughter's life as good as it can be?"

"I...I don't know what you mean."

Rita moved behind Jack and caressed his ass with the soft leather of his belt. "Well, you recognized that you were incapable of satisfying her sexually, that you're such a pathetic excuse for a man that you couldn't fuck her to save your life, so you encouraged her to find someone that could. Are there are other areas of your life where you could make an effort to make things better for Paige?"

Jack looked over his shoulder and saw Rita pulled her arm back like she was going to hit him with the belt. She didn't, thankfully, though the threat of doing so put a smile on her face.

"I'm...I'm still not sure what you mean. I'm not...I'm not trying to be difficult, though, I swear."

Rita smiled. "It's okay, Jack. I know that you're not that smart. Not much of a big thinker. That's okay. I'll help. One way you could make Paige's life better is by making more money. Have you devised a plan to get promoted? Have you worked harder to impress your boss? Have you made it clear that you'd like a promotion or a raise so that you can improve the lifestyle your wife gets to enjoy?"

"Oh, uh, no, I haven't."

Rita raised her hand and brought the belt down on Jack's ass with such force that he fell to his knees and reached back to grab his ass cheeks. The pain was astonishing and utterly surprising and it seemed to get worse for a few seconds afterwards as it emanated outwards from the spot where she hit him.

"So selfish," Rita said. "Get on your knees on the couch. Right now."

Jack stood and crawled onto the couch. His ass throbbed and he looked back to see a frustrated, borderline angry look on his mother-in-law's face.

Then she raised the belt again and he held up a hand. "I'll ask for a raise. I'll ask for a promotion. I'll ask my boss what I can do to get myself lined up for a promotion. I will. I swear."

Rita lowered her arm and the belt dangled at her side. "That's good," she said before reaching out and running her hand over his reddened ass cheek. Her touch was remarkably soothing and more than a little arousing, though Jack felt decidedly uncomfortable with the fact that he enjoyed her touch.

"Have you taken on more chores around the house?" she asked.

"No," he answered.

Rita grabbed his balls and pulled down hard enough that Jack nearly yelped. Then she released his testicles, reared back, and delivered another blow with the belt.

"There's no excuse for that, Jack. If Paige is seeing another man that means she's spending time getting ready for him. It also means she's tending to the sexual needs of two men, which is a lot of work for a woman. If Paige is doing all that work, then you absolutely need to take on more work around the house. You need to help her free up some time."

Rita hit him twice more with the belt and Jack bit the soft cushion resting against the back of the couch to keep from screaming. His ass throbbed, but then he felt her hand on it once more. She rubbed his sore flesh in slow circles and then caressed his balls in a manner that felt shockingly good, though Jack couldn't fully embrace the pleasure as he worried that Rita would abuse his testicles once more.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'll do more chores around the house. I'll start doing the laundry and the dishes. I'll unload the dishwasher before work every morning. You're right that she takes a lot of time getting ready to see Oscar and that she really does take care of both our sexual needs. You’re right that she deserves to do less work around the house. She does, and I'll do more chores. I'll do all the chores."

"See that you do, Jack. In truth, I'm helping you as well as my daughter, because if you don't prove that you're useful to Paige, that you're more than just a pathetic cuck that wants to lick someone else's cum from her pussy, it won't be long before she leaves you for her lover or another man in the future. You need to add value to her life, Jack, or you'll end up alone after Paige divorces you and takes up with a far better man."

The notion filled Jack with fear, mostly because it seemed so obvious that Rita was right. What did Jack have to offer that would make Paige want to stay married to him in the long term? She made more money than he did. She did more work around the house than he did. Oscar offered her greater sexual satisfaction than Jack did. Paige loved him, of course, but Jack knew that love often wasn't enough to make a marriage work in the long term. It had to feel like an equal partnership, and Jack needed to do more for his wife and their life together for it to feel equal.

"Thank you, Rita," he said. "Thank you so much. You're right that I need to do better for Paige. You're right."

"Yes, you do."

Rita belted him half a dozen more times and Jack found himself on the verge of tears when she was finished. He'd never felt pain quite like what she'd just offered him, though in the immediate aftermath of that suffering Jack found himself imbued with a renewed sense of purpose and drive to be the best cuckold husband possible.

"Have you offered to fellate Paige's lover?"

"What?"

"Have you offered to suck her lover's cock, Jack?"

"No."

The belt hit him again.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not gay."

Rita laughed and beat him once more. "I happen to know that Paige is not terribly fond of giving blowjobs, Jack. She never has been. I imagine giving her lover a blowjob feels better than giving you one ever did, but I'd also imagine that she might like it if you offered your mouth to relieve her of that duty from time to time. At the very least you should ask her about it to show that you're truly willing to do whatever you can to make her life better."

Jack didn't have time to think before Rita whipped him across the ass three more times. Then she set the belt down, moved closer, and caressed the reddened, swollen flesh of his backside that she'd so thoroughly abused.

"I'll...I'll ask her about it," he said. "I will. I'll be a better husband for her, Rita. I will."

"Yes, you will," she replied. "I'll be checking in with Paige, and if you haven't improved, I'll come back and I'll show you that the punishment you just received is nothing compared to what it could have been. You will be a better husband, Jack. You will be a better cuckold, and if you don't, you will suffer by my hand. If you still can't improve, your wife will divorce you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do. I understand, Rita."

She cupped and caressed his balls and then leaned in and kissed Jack on the cheek. "Be a good boy for my daughter, Jack," she whispered. "Be a good boy or I will introduce you to a world of suffering."

With that, Rita grabbed her purse and left. Jack sat on the couch and immediately felt such pain that he stood. He walked towards the stairs and grasped the railing to listen as Paige and Oscar fucked in the master bedroom.

Jack stood there with his ass throbbing and his cock dripping in the chastity cage. He stood there for countless minutes as Oscar and Paige worked their way towards their respective orgasms.

Finally Paige cried out, "Cum inside me, baby. Cum in my pussy! Cum in me!"

She always made sure to vocalize that part of her encounter so Jack would know that he'd soon be called upon to clean his wife's messy, cum-filled pussy.

They came together - as they almost always did - and Jack waited to be called. Several minutes passed before the call came and Jack headed upstairs without putting his pants or underwear back on, mostly because he wasn't thinking about it.

He stepped into the bedroom to see Paige and Oscar naked and curled up together in the bed. They both smiled at him and Paige slowly spread her legs to show Jack her puffy, soaking wet, messy, well-fucked pussy.

Jack approached the bed and Paige closed her legs. He looked up and saw a sweet smile on her face as Oscar kissed her neck.

"Did you enjoy your visit from my mother?" Paige asked.

Jack was so stunned that Paige had known about her mother’s visit that he couldn't answer, which seemed to put a smile on his wife's face.

"I asked her to come over today. I asked her to do what she did. I asked her to help you be a better husband, to help you be less selfish. Why don't you turn around for me?"

Jack slowly turned around and he heard Oscar suck in his breath like he felt pain on Jack's behalf.

"Wow, that must have hurt like hell," he said.

"Did it?"

"Yes, it did," Jack answered.

"And are you going to be better for me, Jack? Are you going to be a better husband and cuckold?" Paige asked.

Jack turned around to face his wife and her bull. "Yes, I am. I'm sorry I haven't been the husband and cuckold I'm capable of being, Paige. I...I was being selfish. I know that now. Your mother showed me that. I'm grateful for that, for her, for the...for the punishment she gave me."

Jack took a deep breath, looked at Oscar, and then back at his wife before he said, "I'd like...I'd like to offer my mouth to you for...for helping Oscar get hard...for giving...for giving blowjobs if you ever feel like you're not in the mood for that."

Paige smiled and kissed her bull's neck. "Would you be okay with that, Oscar? Would you be okay with my cuckold husband getting on his knees and sucking your superior cock before you fuck his wife?"

"Absolutely," Oscar said. "Honestly, it's a hot fucking idea."

Jack felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation, but the continued throbbing of his ass reminded him that Rita would absolutely deliver a more painful punishment if he failed to offer his mouth.

"In fact, if you're up for another round, Jack can be my cocksucker tonight," Oscar said.

Jack's face reddened and his cock stirred in the cage as Oscar referred to him as a cocksucker. Encapsulated in that one word was the idea that Jack's life was about to undergo far more significant changes than he ever thought possible. Strangely, Jack felt no fear at the idea of those changes coming about. If anything, he was excited at the chance to become even more of a cuckold.

"I like that idea," Paige said, confirming that Jack would suck his first cock that night. "First, though, Jack's going to crawl between my legs and clean your cum out of my pussy. After he's consumed every drop like a good cuckold he can suck cock for the first time."

Paige looked at Jack and smiled. "The first of many times, baby. You need practice to be a good cocksucker, after all, and since I don't love giving blowjobs I think you'll be giving most of them, so I hope you're ready to get intimately familiar with the art of sucking dick."

"I am. I'm ready. I know it will take practice, but I'll get good at for you, Paige, and for you, Oscar. I'll be a good cocksucker."

"Good, because if you don't my mother's going to beat your ass until you do," Paige said. "Though I suspect you'll get the occasional beating even if you're a good cocksucker. You wouldn't believe how excited she was to come over and teach you a lesson, Jack. She does love punishing an unworthy man."

Jack was still astounded that his wife had arranged for the punishment he'd received that night, though he also felt a newfound sense of respect for her.

"Now come and clean my pussy."

Jack crawled between her legs, settled onto his stomach, and went to work cleaning his wife's pussy as she kissed her bull.

His ass throbbed. His body was awash in pleasure and humiliation. He was nervous about sucking cock for the first time and about the fact that he'd be doing it a great deal in the future.

Jack was excited, though. He was excited to be a better cuckold, to offer his wife everything she desired, and to engage in future kinky play with his mother-in-law, who was a far different woman than Jack had ever imagined.