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A cuckold's shame

You knew how anxious your wife was about this night going well. You had worked hard all day to make sure the house was clean and to make all the preparations for dinner, and for the special guests who would be arriving at any moment.

Your wife's boyfriend and his parents were coming for dinner. This would not be the first time your wife had met them. In fact, her boyfriend had first introduced your wife -- his "girlfriend" -- to his parents about two months ago, and your wife and his mother got along really well and even had gone shopping together a couple of times -- just the two of them. And his father really liked your wife too.

The only issue was that they knew your wife was married to you, and they were concerned about their son having fallen in love with a married woman.

Your wife had assured them a couple of times that you were nothing but a small-dicked loser cuckold and that you posed no competition for her boyfriend. But still -- they wanted to meet you -- to judge for themselves.

As your wife saw her boyfriend's car pull into the driveway, she reminded you of what she was expecting of you. She had instructed you to meet them at the door, to thank them for coming, and to assure them yourself that your wife's boyfriend was now the only man your wife loved and that you accepted that he could please her in ways that you never had been able to and that you were actually grateful that she had found a man who was so much more of a man than you are and that you accepted that the two of them are now a couple and you would never do anything to interfere with their romantic relationship.

You went downstairs and did exactly as she had told you to do, then showed them in and brought them drinks, just as your wife arrived and went immediately to her boyfriend to give him a deeply affectionate hug and kiss and then she sat with him while you stood at the ready to bring anything else that anyone might want.

After a short time, the four of them sat down for dinner -- which you served, but did not partake of yourself -- your role was to serve the meal but not to be part of the group eating at that time. It was obvious that your wife's boyfriend's parents were impressed with how obedient and subservient you were and how much more you were acting like the hired help rather than like a husband -- and they were impressed with how much your wife TREATED YOU like the hired help and how obvious it was that she had no respect for you as a man. At one point, the mother laughingly said to her husband that she had never seen a man who was quite as big of a loser as you seemed to be.

After serving the four of them their dessert, and while you were in the kitchen beginning clean-up chores, you heard your name being called by the mother. You quickly went back into the dining room to see what she wanted. Your wife had mentioned, before they arrived, that you might be asked to actually show her boyfriend and his parents how poorly endowed you were, and so it was not a complete shock when the mother said directly to you that she understood that your "manhood" was more boyish than manly, and she would like to see if that was true.

Even though you knew this might happen, it still made you feel about as humiliated and ashamed as you had ever been in your life -- to have to stand there, right in front of your wife's boyfriend's mother, removing your pants and underwear to show her (and the others) how boyish your penis really was.

As you removed your underwear, all four of them began to laugh, and you could see both parents looking at each other with looks of surprise. Obviously, however small they thought you might be, you were even smaller than they actually expected.

Through her laughter, your wife's boyfriend's mother then asked your wife "does that little thing even work?". Your wife laughed again, and said that it did, although not well, and that you played with it constantly "so apparently he likes how it feels when he rubs it". Your wife then decided to show them how much under her control you were, so she told you to lay out some newspaper on the floor, then to kneel down and start to play with yourself. However, she also told you that you would not be allowed to "finish" unless her boyfriend's mother said you could.

And so -- in front of the four of them, who obviously all found the situation hysterically funny -- you laid some papers on the floor, then knelt and started rubbing yourself. As you did, you heard the mother comment again on how small you are, now noting that even when you're excited and hard it was no more than about 3 or 4 inches at most. "No wonder she cuckolds you" she laughingly said as you continued to stroke yourself.

As demeaning as the situation now was for you, you still quickly realized that you were getting very close to an orgasm, so you looked up at the mother to ask if you could keep rubbing now to completion. She said -- no -- and told you to stop rubbing. But she also told you to stay in position, and then a minute or two later, she told you to start again. It was then hardly any time at all before you were once again asking -- actually, now, "begging" would be a better descriptor -- for permission to complete.

But again, the answer was no. But now, she also told you to crawl over and to kiss the toes of her shoes while continuing to beg for permission. This was, without question, the most humiliating and demeaning and emasculating experience you had ever had -- whimperingly begging the mother of your wife's boyfriend for permission to rub yourself to completion while kneeling in front of her on newspaper.

Finally, when you really had reached the point of begging tearfully, she gave you permission, and you rapidly "made your little mess" (as she described it) on the newspaper on the floor while the four of them watched and laughed.

By then, as you cleaned up after yourself by rolling up the pieces of the newspaper that you had made your little mess on, it was obvious to your wife's boyfriend's parents that you truly were a cuckold loser who could never be anything like a threat to the romantic relationship between their son and your wife. For your wife, that meant that the evening had been a huge success.

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You're still working on trying not to feel too jealous -- or frustrated because she no longer ever has sex with you -- because more than anything you want her to be happy, and it's obvious that this new lifestyle is what makes her happy and fulfilled as a woman.

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jerking off for my wife when she is fully clothed is a very powerful reminder of my submission. She isn't there to dress up for my masturbatory pleasure. She is doing me a favor if she chooses to supervise my little jerk.

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It was only a matter of time.  Husband to friendzoned beta.

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She is positively glowing after spending time with her ex. Are you going to spoil the evening by asking for a chastity release?

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You had spent the night in the guest room while your wife shared her bed with your best friend. Now you've awakened early to be sure to have your wife's morning coffee ready for her as soon is she gets up.

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Your wife is actually just teasing you when she asks this – because she knows full well how much you love watching her prepare herself for her dates with her boyfriend. And it amuses her no end how hard your little penis gets when you watch her.

[pic and cap from Unfortunate Desires ]

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