I was very excited about having to be naked all of the time; the thrill that I get from Jen seeing me naked was out of this world and even though I am not allowed to see or touch her naked body, I get a lot of pleasure seeing her in her sexy lingerie.

And I was secretly hoping that I will get to clean her out again after her black lover has fucked her.

I woke at eight fifteen and went to the kitchen to make coffee, naked of course.

I had a cup before I sent Jen a text to see if they were awake or not and she replied five minutes later telling me to take their coffee into them.

I jerked my cock for a minute to make it as hard as possible and went to their bedroom carrying two cups of coffee for them. I knocked and waited to be summoned in.

Jen was sitting up in bed and had the sheet covering her chest and she looked sensational, so sexy.

“Good boy,” Jen smiled, “You remembered to be naked.”

“Yes, I did.”

“We like to see your tiny cock,” Jen said, “Even with an erection it is a third of the size of my man’s!”

“I know,” I replied in a sorry tone.”

“I’m glad that I have my black lover, your cock could never satisfy me.”

“I know babe and I’m thankful that you have him as well,” I smiled as I placed the coffee on her nightstand.

“So, you understand why I won’t be having sex with you then? You know why?” Jen smiled and I kissed her good morning.

“Yes babe, I understand why. My cock is too tiny.”

“Yes it is and apart from that, I am Martin’s bride!”

I could see movement under the covers and I guessed that she was working his cock and I was hoping that I would get to see more of her body but she kept the sheet firmly up to her chest.

I sat on the bed as Jen continued to talk to me.

“So, did you enjoy last night?” Jen asked.

“I did babe, I really did!” I replied.

“So, you are okay with how things are, I mean, you not having sex with me?” Jen asked.

“I’m happy with what we did last night Jen,” I smiled, “I’ll be satisfied with things like that.”

“And you’re happy that Martin is my husband and you are just my cuckold husband?”

“Of course babe,” I quickly replied.

“We will include you as often as we can,” Martin commented, “But it will only be me who has her body, after all, she is my bride.”

“Okay,” I replied, “I’m good with that.”

We chatted while they drank their coffee; Jen told me that Martin worked for the port of Calais which was only an hour’s train ride from where we live in Ashford, Kent. Via the channel tunnel rail link which basically joins England to Europe. She told me that Martin works from Monday through Friday and he finishes work at noon on Friday’s.

“I can catch the Eurostar train on a Friday morning and be in Calais within two hours,” Jen smiled.

I looked confused.

“Then return on Monday!” Jen finished.

“You are going to go to France at the weekend?” I asked.

“Yes to be with my lover, my husband, I’ll come home on Monday.” Jen smiled.

“Every weekend?” I asked.

“Yes, of course, every weekend; I’m going to need sex!”

I looked shocked, “I can give you sex babe.”

“Not with that tiny thing,” Jen smiled, “plus, I belong to Martin!”

“So we won’t have sex when we get home?” I asked, strangely hoping that she would say no!

“No we won’t, why would you think that we would?” Jen replied.

“Because I am your husband.”

“You are my cuckold husband, Martin is my sexual husband!”

“So you’ll be with him on the weekends?”

“Yes, every weekend, we will have amazing sex every weekend!”

I don’t work on Mondays as I only work three twelve hour days during the week, each Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursdays so I could join her each weekend.

“You can come with me babe,” Jen smiled, “that way we will all be together.”

“Yes I can,” I replied.

Martin rejoined us and Jen told him what she had discussed with me and he was happy.

“Remember dude, she belongs to me now,” Martin said, “You gave her to me at the cuckold ceremony, remember.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Now leave us, I want to fuck my bride again,” Martin smiled, “Get ready with your blindfold, we may want you to clean her again after I cum inside her.

I kissed Jen before I left them alone to have more sex and I tried to work myself off but decided to wait until after I cleaned her cum filled pussy again.

It was a further fifty minutes before I was called back to their bedroom and when I went in I saw Jen sitting on the foot of the bed with the sheet pulled up to her chest.

“You want to lick my bride out?” Martin asked.

“Yes please!” I begged.

“You know that you will have to drink me after, don’t you?” Martin replied.

“Yes but I want to lick Jen out,” I answered.

“You mean my bride!”

“Yes I mean your bride; I want to lick your bride clean.”

I put my blindfold on.

“Get on your knees,” Martin ordered and I fell to my knees. He gently guided my face to Jen’s soaking pussy and again, I licked their cum from it. It was amazing and I paid special attention to what I assume was her clit. She climaxed as I feverishly licked and licked.

Finally, after some twenty minutes I heard Martin say that he was about to cum and he pulled my face from Jen’s pussy and told me to open my mouth wide. I did as ordered and I felt his cock touch my lips and tongue before he shot his load into the back of my throat.

“Now suck it until it’s all clean,” Jen shouted.

I sucked and licked for a further five minutes before I let it fall from my mouth.

“Good boy!” Martin cheered as he pulled my makeshift blindfold from my eyes. I looked at Jen and she was standing there in a sexy white bra and thong; she looked amazing.

“Do you need to cum now?” Jen asked me.

“Yes I do, desperately,” I replied.

“Well stand up and work yourself off and cum in your hand,” Jen smiled, “I want to see how much you come.”

I stood up and masturbated myself in front of them and within two minutes I was shooting my load into the palm of my left hand. Jen teased me about the tiny amount of cum that came from my tiny cock.

“Is that all you shoot? My Martin shoots ten times that amount.”

I smiled, “I know.”

“Now you can lick your hand clean,” Jen teased.

“I have to drink my own cum?” I asked.

“Yes, every time that you cum, you cum in your hand and lick it up,” Jen replied.

I licked my own cum from my hand and Martin called Jen to kiss me. She came to me and kissed my lips. My hands were on her waist and I could feel the waistband of her sexy white thong as we kissed.

Martin pulled my hands from her waist and to my astonishment; he moved them to her thong-clad ass and placed my hands on her naked cheeks!

I was caressing Jen’s naked ass and it was wonderful, it felt so soft yet firm. Her tongue slid into my mouth and we kissed deeply while my hands were enjoying the naked flesh of her ass.

I held her ass for over two minutes while we kissed but all too soon it was over and Martin told me to leave them to shower and dress. I thanked Martin for letting me lick his bride out and for allowing me to touch her ass.

“When she is home with you during the week, you do not touch her, understand,” Martin smiled.

“I understand Martin.”

“And call me sir!”

“Yes, sir!”

“And take that wedding band off your finger, she is my wife, not yours!”

“Yes sir,” I replied as I pulled the wedding band from my finger.

“You shouldn’t be wearing that should you?”

“No sir, because she is your bride.”

“Whose wife is she?” Martin asked.

“She’s your wife, sir, I am just the cuckold.”

“Exactly!” Martin shouted, “And don’t you ever forget that.”

*

The next two nights went much the same with me licking her clean after he had fucked her and of course, I cleaned him as well.

The following night, I was again summoned to their room to perform my nightly duties but when Martin guided my face to her cum soaked pussy, instead of me feeling her pubic hair on my tongue, I didn’t feel any. She had shaved her pussy for him and although I was looking forward to seeing her with her pubic hair, it felt very erotic. The smooth feel of her naked, hairless pussy on my tongue almost brought me to a climax and after I had completed my tasks, Martin asked me if I noticed anything different. He smiled when I said that I didn’t detect any pubic hair on her pussy.

Soon there were just three days left of what was supposed to be our honeymoon and after I had taken their coffee to them I went for a shower and sat in the living room while they had sex again. It was just after nine thirty when I heard Jen call out to me and I rushed to their bedroom to see what she wanted.

She was sitting up in bed with the sheet held firmly to her chest. I asked where Martin was and she told me that he was taking a shower.

I asked her what she wanted and she asked me to sit on the bed as she wanted to talk to me. I did as she asked and she took hold of my hand; her other hand was holding the sheet to her breasts.

“What’s up Jen?” I asked.

“Our honeymoon ends in three short days Trevor,” Jen replied, “Martin still has six more days of his vacation left.”

“Yes,” I smiled nervously.

“Would you mind if we stayed with him for the remainder of his vacation?”

I was shaking; I somehow knew what she was going to ask.

“We have to vacate the cottage though babe,” I replied.

“I know, we‘ll drive to Calais and stay in his apartment and we will return home next Monday,” Jen smiled a nervous smile.

“I see,” I replied.

“It will be just like when I come over every Friday; we will live in his apartment.”

“So we will be living in his apartment until Monday?”

“Yes, Trevor but we will still have a lot of fun.”

“I can soon change the travel arrangements and it may cost us a little more,” I replied.

“I know babe, but I want us to stay with him for the remainder of his vacation.”

“And we will be home on Monday?”

“Yes, of course, we will.”

“If that’s what you want Jen.”

Jen leaned forward and kissed me and the sheet fell down a little. She quickly recovered it and blushed.

“Oops,” Jen smiled, “did you see anything?”

“No babe, only a bit of flesh, no nipple or anything,” I reassured her.

“We will have something special for you before we leave this cottage,” Martin promised.

“Oh thank you,” I replied.

I couldn’t wait to see what my treat was and I hoped it would include me seeing Jen naked but I wasn’t holding my hopes for that.

Finally, the Thursday arrived and it was our last night in the cottage and although we would be driving to Calais with Martin to spend the next three more nights with him, I was expecting her to make our last night there memorable.

It was just after nine thirty when we all went to our bedrooms. I waited for a further hour before being summoned into their bedroom and I had my makeshift blindfold all ready.

Jen was sitting on the end of the bed with the sheet draped over her and Martin tied my blindfold around my eyes.

“Okay, clean my bride,” Martin ordered.

I started licking their cum from her soaked pussy while she sucked his cock again and just as before, I was to finish him off with my mouth.

When he had filled my mouth with his juice, I stood up, removed my blindfold and he told me to go and stand next to the bed.

“We have a little treat for you,” Martin smiled and Jen held her hand out and took my aching erection in her hand. I almost cum as her soft hand took hold of it. The sheet was showing a nice amount of the flesh part of her breasts and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“My bride is going to work you off,” Martin explained as Jen started working my cock.

It took me less than three minutes before I was shouting that I was about to shoot and Martin quickly pulled my blindfold back across my eyes.

“We are going to let you cum over her tits,” Martin exclaimed and I was excited about that.

Moments later I could feel my cum pumping from my tool and in less than one minute I had finished.

Jen let go of my cock and Martin guided my face to her naked breasts.

“Lick my bride’s tits clean,” Martin ordered and I shouted, “Oh yes!”

I was finally going to lick her breasts and nipples, a dream for me!

My lips found her nipple and I licked frantically, I was licking my own cum from her breast and just as Martin had described last week, her nipples felt amazing; hard and erect.

I spent ten minutes savoring Jens breasts before he pulled me back. I stood there for a moment and I could hear movement on the bed and a few seconds later he pulled my blindfold off.

I looked at the bed and Jen was laying there with the sheet covering her from her waist downwards; her beautiful breasts were on show and I shot some cum from my cock. I could see her breasts and Martin was not kidding when he told me how beautiful and perfect her breasts were; her nipples were erect and she was smiling at me.

“Now you have seen my bride’s tits,” Martin said softly.

“Oh my God, she is beautiful; you are beautiful Jen,” I screamed.

Jen blushed a little and started squeezing her gorgeous breasts and more cum dripped from my cock.

“Fuck, your breasts are beautiful babe,” I screamed.

“Trevor, in future you call her Jen and not babe, okay!” Martin said.

“Okay, sir,”

“She is not your babe, she is my bride and I want you to call her Jen,” Martin informed me.

“Okay, I understand,” I replied.

“And, you are never to touch those tits, never!” Martin said in a stern voice.

“I promise sir,” I answered.

“And don’t think that you will ever see her pussy because that will never happen, do you understand?” Martin confirmed.

“I understand sir, thank you for letting me see her breasts.”

“You have now seen her ass and tits but you will never see her pussy!”

“I understand,” I replied.

I left them alone and I worked myself off in my bed before falling asleep, happy and fulfilled.

The following morning I took their coffee to them and Jen was sitting up in bed with the sheet draped across her tummy; her beautiful breasts were on display and I got an instant erection.

“One more clean out before we vacate this cottage,” Martin said as he moved his body on to of Jens.

“I’ll leave you alone,” I murmured.

“You can stay here,” Martin shouted, “You won’t see anything, and you can clean us both.”

I stood there while he fucked Jen and in just twenty minutes he had shot his load into her. It was fantastic seeing him kiss and lick her breasts as he pumped his huge tool into her pussy and as soon as he had finished he rolled off of her and jumped out of the bed. His cock was dripping their cum onto the floor and he called me to clean his cock before I licked Jen out.

I dropped to my knees and licked feverishly on his semi-hard tool before I picked up the blindfold that was still at the edge of the bed and pulled it over my eyes. Martin guided my mouth to her soaking pussy and I licked like crazy. He had cum a lot and it took me almost twenty minutes to clean it all.

I left them alone after I had cleaned them both and showered before we headed to Martin’s apartment in Calais. His apartment was huge and very clean and up to date with two bedrooms and all the latest gadgets and it was only fifteen minutes from his work at the port.

As soon as we arrived and unloaded the luggage, Martin opened a bottle of wine and we sat down to talk.

“Aren’t you forgetting something Trevor?” Martin asked.

“Forgetting something, I don’t think so?” I replied.

“Shouldn’t you be naked?” Jen smiled, “The rules haven’t changed because we are in this apartment.”

I looked shocked, “I have to be naked here as well?”

“Of course you do,” Jen smiled, “We like seeing your tiny cock.”

I stripped naked in front of them both and Jen giggled to Martin, “I am so thankful that you rescued me from that tiny thing.”

Martin smiled, “It doesn’t even shoot a lot of cum!”

The remaining few days were spent in the same way with me cleaning them both after they had made love and all too soon it was time for us to head home. I was looking forward to having Jen to myself but she was very sad and emotional about leaving her black stallion behind. It took her almost an hour to say her goodbye to him and she sobbed as we drove away. I tried my best to comfort her and talked about our amazing future; I also reminded her that she would be seeing him again in just four short days which cheered her up a little.

During the journey home, Jen would constantly ask me if I was happy with the way things were and each time I reassured her that I was very happy with how things are.

“You don’t hate me for turning you into a cuckold husband, do you?” Jen asked.

“Of course not babe,” I replied.

“Martin asked you not to call me babe, remember?”

“Oh sorry, I mean of course not Jen,” I quickly replied, “So are you my bride now?”

“No Trevor, I am still Martin’s bride and you are my cuckold husband: that won’t change.”

“Okay, Jen.”

Finally, we arrived back in England and our home; we unpacked the car before Jen took a shower

and we went out to eat. She looked amazing in a flower printed short dress and I couldn’t wait to get her home and into bed. It was just after nine thirty when we made our way to the bedroom; this was to be the very first time that Jen and I had shared a bed together and I was looking forward to it immensely.

It took me less than one minute to strip naked and my cock was already erect and oozing pre-cum and I saw Jen look at it as she was sliding out of her black cotton dress that had huge red flowers printed on it. She looked sensational in her sexy black bra and thong.

“I’m sorry that this is not the size of cock that you are used to babe,” I smiled.

“Please remember not to call me babe,” Jen replied softly.

“Oh sorry Jen,” I answered, “So, I can’t call you babe, even though it’s just you and I now?”

“No, I’m still Martin’s bride.”

Jen pulled back the covers on our king size bed and climbed in.

“Aren’t you sleeping in the nude?” I asked.

Jen’s eyes opened wide and she looked shocked.

“No, I’m not! Jen shouted, “And please don’t try to touch me during the night. We can hug and kiss but nothing sexual.”

“We’re not going to fuck?” I asked as I slid in the bed.

“No, no,” Jen replied, “You are my cuckold husband. Your cock is going nowhere near my pussy; your job is to clean me after my lover has cum inside me.”

“Will you sleep topless then?” I asked.

“No Trevor.”

“I need to cum though Jen,” I murmured.

“Come here and I’ll work you off and you can cum over my tummy.”

I got to my knees in the bed and Jen pulled the covers down to her sexy black thong and she started pulling on my tiny erection. It took me less than three minutes before I was shooting my load over her nicely toned tummy. Some dripped onto her fingers and as soon as I had finished, she held her fingers up for me to lick clean.

“Now lick your cum from my tummy,” Jen ordered and I feverishly licked it clean.

I kissed her, “Thanks, Jen.”

“I know that you needed that,” Jen smiled, “And I’m sorry that you can’t fuck me but my pussy belongs to Martin.”

“I understand Jen, I’ve waited this long to have your body, so a little while longer won't hurt me.”

“I’ll work you off whenever you need it, Trevor,” Jen smiled, “And I’ll sleep with you like this every night but just promise me that you won’t try anything or try to touch me.”

“I promise Jen, your body belongs to Martin.”

“Exactly,” Jen smiled as she kissed me, “I am his bride, and you are my cuckold husband.”

We spent the next three nights like that and I was getting used to the taste of my own cum but I enjoyed tasting her lovers' cum much more and we couldn’t wait to get back to France.

The short drive to the Eurostar train terminal was full of sex talk and how she couldn’t wait to get back in her lover’s arms and indeed, I couldn’t wait!

Martin met us at the terminal in Calais and they had a long passionate embrace; his tongue was in her mouth for at least three minutes and his hands were all over her beautiful ass as they kissed deeply.

After he had hugged me, we drove to a restaurant for a quick lunch before going back to his apartment. I put her overnight bag in his bedroom and my bag in mine before rejoining them in the living room; I went to sit down on the couch when Martin asked me what I had forgotten?

“Did you forget something bud?” Martin asked me and I looked puzzled.

“I don’t think so,” I replied.

“Your clothes,” Jen shouted.

“You have to be naked remember,” Martin said, “You are our sex slave during the weekends.”

I smiled as I stood up and stripped naked, “What things will I have to do?”

“You’ll soon see,” Martin chuckled, “But get ready to eat a lot of cum and be humiliated!”

“Yes, sir!” I shouted; my erection was bigger than ever now.

Martin took Jen to the bedroom and I listened to them fucking for over an hour before being called in. Jen was laying on the bed with the sheet covering her from her waist down; her beautiful breasts were on display and Martin was standing up with the blindfold in his hand. He covered my eyes and guided me to her pussy and I knew it was time for me to clean her out.

I licked for over twenty minutes as I cleaned her out before Martin pulled me away from her pussy and removed my blindfold. I knew it was now time for me to take his cum in my mouth and he didn’t disappoint; he filled my mouth with his salty mixture and I swallowed it all.

I looked at Jen who was now sitting up in bed; the sheet was at her waist and her breasts looked amazing.

“Hasn’t she got beautiful tits?” Martin asked.

“Yes they are gorgeous,” I shouted.

“Would you like to touch them?” Martin asked.

“Yes please!”

“Well you can’t,” Martin smiled, “They belong to me!”

We went to eat that night and I licked them both clean when we went to bed for the night and again, I was blessed with seeing her naked breasts. The following morning after they had showered they joined me in the kitchen for breakfast,

Martin was also naked but Jen had a short white skirt and pink tee shirt on and she looked amazing. Martin placed three bowls of cereal on the dining table and as I sat down to eat, Martin told me to wait a moment.

He stood up and jerked his cock while Jen massaged his balls and after about fifteen minutes he was ready to shoot his load. I naturally assumed that I would have to take it in my mouth but he told me to sit still and watch.

He took my bowl of cereal and shot his load directly onto it! He does cum a lot and it covered the top of my cereal.

“Now you can eat your breakfast,” Martin smiled.

I looked at Jen and she was smiling, “Eat it up like a good cuck.”

I started to eat the cum covered cereal while Jen took a few pictures and soon my bowl was empty.

“Lick the bowl clean,” Jen smiled, “We don’t want you to waste any of it.”

I did as ordered and licked the bowl clean.

“I told you, you will be eating a lot of cum at the weekends,” Martin smiled.

“I am all for that sir,” I replied.

“Maybe he can have your special topping on every meal babe?” Jen shouted.

“I think he should!” Martin replied, “And maybe we should keep some in a glass for him to drink during the day?”

“That’s a great idea babe,” Jen shouted, “and we can also take some with us in a bottle so that he can pour it over his food when we go out to eat!

“Are you serious?” I asked, “I have to pour his cum over my food when we go out to eat?”

“Yes cuck,” Jen smiled, “Yes you do, you are our sex slave.”

My cock was painfully hard and I needed to cum: Jen realized it and ran to the kitchen to get a little soda bottle.

“You can start the bottle off,” Jen smiled as she called me over to her. She started to work my tiny cock off and within three minutes I was shooting my small amount of cum into the bottle.

“There’s not a lot there,” Jen said, “Never mind, my Martin will add to it later for you.

Indeed he did and it wasn’t until we went to a restaurant later that night that I found out just how much he had filled it.

We were sitting in a nice restaurant and I had ordered a sirloin steak and baked potato. My meal arrived and Jen pulled from her purse the soda bottle and handed it to me. I was shocked to find that it was almost half full.

“How much do I need to pour on my steak?” I asked.

“All of it!” Jen smiled, “You have to empty the bottle my cuckold husband. I worked hard to get that much in there for you.”

I poured the contents over my steak and potato and there was a lot of it! It covered my steak completely.

Jen and Martin watched as I started to eat my, cum covered meal.

“Was that nice?” Jen asked as I consumed the final bite.

“Yes, it was,” I replied.

“Good because you will have that sauce on every meal from now on,” Jen replied.

“Okay.”

“If you are going to eat me out after my lover has filled me with his cum then you must pay a price,” Jen smiled.

“Gladly!” I replied.

And I did, every meal thereafter was covered with Martin’s salty cum.

Next part coming soon.