Wife solves Marriage Fatigue, selling husband

Wife combats FATIGUE in 20 Yr marrage, selling husband into enslavement

FATIGUE.

“Wear your old cargo shorts and that ratty tee shirtand those flip flops It feels like you had them since we got married, and this will dispose of them.” I looked around feeling quite forlorn and alone. Carol’s fone # was just tattooed on my arm as required by the pool.
You signed the property agreements and as long as you obey, your pension is secure, but you own nothing else. “I feel naked”, I whined. Carol smiled. “Get used to it. You will be when you are processed into the pool. Not much different than when you served that 6mo’s for assulat at Indiana State Prison. They will foto, do a dental, a cavity search, and a physiclal, and they will take ALL your hair off. Yes ,all of it from your toes to your balding head.”
Shaking, I regretted ever signing off on her Husband Re-Homing Contract.
She had all the aces, so it wasn’t a real choice. Married 20+ years ago, I guess I dont blame for finding out about Marriage Fatigue, and the suggested plans. One was finding a lover for Carol and punishing me as a cuckold for being a sexual dud. We had married after college thinking of a bright future. Pregnancy came qwk, twins, and I worked my ass off to provide. Yes a little too much. Carol loved the idea of interracial, and loved and kept coming on to Louse, my friend and black co-worker in pharmaceutical sales. I was 5’2, 160, minimally endowed, no more than 5”. Ron Jones Smith was 6’2” 220, and Felica his wife kept telling Carol how great he was, as Carol gazed at his bulge when we were having drinks before playing cards. Felica invited her to stroke Louis under the table while waiting for me to bid a hand, and her eyes slammed open with Felica laughing, as Carol realized how big Ron’s cock was as he just leaned back and groaned, playing his hand.
Felica, the shit-disturber, looks at me and says: “ Carol tells me you confided in her the other nite you dreamt about sucking cock. This might be your big chance. Yes i was a secret cocksucker dreaming. Felica took my hand and slide it up his shaft, so big i damn near choked. Felica looked at my face and said: “My you really are a wannabe cocksucker. Stroke him like the slut you are deep down.” Everyone at the table could see me panting, basically heat, feeling like my real slut self. I unzipped Ron and felt it huge, and now throbbing from all the talk and stroking. It seemed like seconds, probably a minute or two I could feel the cum rising in his shaft almost doubling its girth, and the twitches getting closer and closer together. Felica had pulled the card table back as no one was playing cards any more. Felica had moved behind Carol and unbuttoned her white cotton dress and taken out her 40DDs, massaging them with little tweaks to her nipples making her give little yelps, then encouraged Ron to start massaging them, as I stroked him. Ron groaned and let loose with must have been a 3 foot stream of ropy cum right on Carol’s dress where I had aimed it. Not one eruption but two, three, four,and five as his cock softened slightly. “Nicceee” Felica goes. Now you know why I love that man and his cock inside me, she said as she slide her hand up and down the cum slicked cock and got him to shoot the rest of his load on Carols dress, ropy and white and thick. Carol was panting as hard as I was, and Felica said:” You will never get those yellow cum stains out of that dress.” Carol chimed in with : ”Now I never want to. This will be special to remind Nickie what a dud he is at sex. He could barely manage a teaspoon most times, so no wonder we don't have kids yet.”
Both women’s eyes started glittering, and flitting, and I thought: “ Here it comes the coup de graci” “Now ?” I gasped. Felica laughed looking at me: “ You ever see any condoms that size? Look at my kids two pairs of twins. Wonder what Carol’s delivery will bring. Babies no doubt which you have failed to produce after years of fucking and shooting your pitiful but unprotected cum in Carol. Wonder what they will produce?” I felt kicked in the gut. Tonite, my wife and my friend, in my living room as he bends Carol over the couch arm and Felica lifts Carol’s dress and diddles her very wet cunt, teasing to let Ron in.
“Oh GOD” I think let this be a dream. This black, very large dicked man,holding my wife down over the couch arm while he rams that spectacular cock into her,
Unloading more cum tonite than I have in two months. Its not a dream is it? You know if Carol was not ovulating, his shock fucking would have shaken eggs loose. Yes that is what it means, she is impregnated when the sperms and eggs meet in Carol’s womb. Not what I had anticipated for this night.
Felicia looks at me, smiled and says : “ just like a cocksucker Nickie, your little pee pee is so hard, so wanting. You will always get hard when you suck cock. Speechless I knelt down next Ron, and started licking the slippery cum off his cock, a big job, while he pushed Carol further over the arm so his cum would pool inside her at the os or opening of her womb. I kept licking as Ron held my head down as Felica took her tawny tits out and was alternatingly pinching them and letting Ron nurse on them since the kids were still nursing. Carol moaning as Ron attends to her sliding his fingers in and out of her ass as she humps the arm of the couch. Sliding his fingers in my mouth, says:”lick cocksucker, this is probably all the ass your going to get for at least 10 yrs.” I sucked the fingers out of Carol’s ass, a new taste for me as Ron aggresively fucked my mouth with his ass coated fingers. “Get used to it, Nickie, your our new houseslut.”
I guess this was getting cucked and becoming property, more or less as a houseslut for Ron, Felica and Carol.
From that point Carol cut me off, I wasn’t even allowed to touch her. Naked, yes she’d walk around with her swollen belly showing it off. Several of her friends wanted to know and she simply said :”RON”, and they knew, since they knew from Felica, Ron was a stud. A black stud. I felt empty, inferior and worthless. All words Carol began to use. When Ron was over “visiting” i had to be in a frilly apron, wearing a collar, and a little maid’s cap. Fucking Carol pregnant was a dream of his, knocking up his little white co-workers hot wife, everyone waiting the results. She was getting bigger and those familiar suggest it was going to be a multiple birth. And 9 months later it was, Triplet boys. Ron’s grandma was white, and so were these boys, sort of. Carol adored them and froze me out of affection and conversation as we raised them.
I pretty much felt her respect draining away until it came to this point, where I was being Re-Homed. Felicia told her about Marriage Fatigue, how it creeps in and women keep spouses that are bad for them. They talked about Cucking, Exile, Adoption, Re-Homing, Disposal and Dereliction. They went into and offered sample agreements and discussed the leverage women had or could develop.
In case it was child support, college expenses and seizure of my retirement assets.
Cucking was the first step. Felica knew I was cut off from sex and affection and once a week let me nurse for five minutes on her tawny, tight and milk laden breasts, loving pulling them away from me with my desperate pleading looks.
She now had a cocksucker so that she did not have to try to fit Ron’s huge cock in her mouth. Now when he was through with Carol, he’d stuff his cock in mouth,
Down my throat, and later up my ass. At least 3 nights a week. In apron, fuzzy slippers, and a cute little hair bow. Feeling inferior, sissy, and now faggot as they call me the faggot maid. My b-day in Sept was coming up and I expected to be ignored. No luck, Mommie Carol ( I have to call her that now) got me a sized black maid skirt with white lace trim. Auntie Felice took me to a fag store in my skirt and had them get me a matching blouse. Daddy Ron now to not be out doon, took me to a fag shoe store ahd got me low black maid heels. The reason was simple. When I was maid at Ron and Felicia’s, i was dressed as a maid.
Same for Mommie Carol, when Daddie Ron or Auntie Felica was there, and also Mommies girlfriends from Fatigued Marriages. Crushed my masculinity and reinforced my inferiority and feminization.
Ten years Daddie Ron and Mommy Carol cuckold me, no pussy, lots of cocksucking, and maid service to both homes in front of Mommie Carol's sons.
They knew me as dad, but they knew RON ruled the household. Ron was getting promoted so Carol was advertising for a cuckolding Bull when Ron left.
Lots of applications, lots of test drives, the kids going to Aunt Felica while I was maid for Mommie Carol and the MEN. I was always desperate for pussy and cock satisfaction for me, but got little or none in those ten years, now less.
Now to celebrate my 10th B-day as a cuck, Mommie Carol took me to a store, where they fit chastity cages, and had me pierced for a Prince Albert so only a small hardened lock need go on, thru the end of my pee pee, locking the hardened titanium cage in place. No escape from this unless by a torch.
I was crushed because this was going to turn out to be a Life Sentence with no parole, Ever.
Ron and Felica left for out West. Mommie Carol had me working 60-80 hours a week, while she entertained, the kids with Ron and Felica. I thought she was kinky but she developed an insatiable taste for whipping my ass daily especially before her man friend came over to fuck her in front of me, over and over. Working that many hours, sucking the Bulls cocks, and getting my ass shredded nightly was in fact a nightmare, and I was developing an attitude, which one of Carols Marriage Fatigue associates suggested she get me to sign a Re-Homing Agreement, which would allow me freedom at 65, a 20 year sentence, with access to my pension, and savings, and total exile from her, Ron, Felica or the kids or anyone I had known before then. Fucking harsh. Almost 45 now, 20 more years of enslavement, forfeiting my pension and savings if i fucked u and failed to obey. Problem was she had the leverage and I had none. I cries for days and got my ass caned for every minute I cried, In the end I signed. I was obligated to fully and completely obey whomever acquired me, as they wished. The only thing off the table was my death which would cut off everyone’s access to the funds in question. Lots of incentive on both sides. Finally two weeks after signing, Mommie Carol had me strip off all my clothes. Two big men came in and handcuffed me, put me under a black plastic cape, blindfolded and gagged.
Barefoot they took me to some vehicle where I was chained and locked to the steel floor, got in and drove off. I don’t know if the gag had chloroform or something, because i can’t remember where i was taken or how long it took them to get me there. It was hot and sandy, dry, and I was thirsty as hell.

“Do you know why you’r here?’ I sputtered: “ Where am i?” No answer.
Each wrist was locked to a 1” steel cable, spreading me out. My collar clipped to the same cable. “Do you know why you’r here?” again, harsher tone. “Your at the Marriage Fatigue Assembly and Distribution Center in the USA.” With that i was slapped across the face with a heavy leather strap like a prison strap, that all but knocked me out. I started to whimper, and felt the cold cattle prod about to enter my rectum. “Shut the fuck up sissie or your end up like him” pointing to a young guy in his 20’s standing in a pool of his piss from being hit with the cattle prod in his rectum and then his balls multiple times. “You remember your agreement to obey?” “Yes” i mumbled. I felt a pinch in my ear and a metallic SNAP as a cattle tag (‘#8’) was punched into my left ear. “Look UP #8” followed by a backhand slap across the other side of my face. “Look at my feet, never in anyone’s face. Do NOT speak unless you are ordered to do so. Understood?”
I numbly nodded my head ‘Yes’. “Good now Shut UP! Your data sheet is attached, super-glued to your ass.” “Nick Denial ?” nod. “Date of birth Sept 19, 1982?” nod again. My legs kicked apart. A hand squeezes my balls hard and i grunt. “Intact, not castrated yet?” nod yes. “You know by the terms of your agreement you an be castrated at any time with no reason ? height ?5’2”?”nod yes, again. “Weight ? 160?” nod again. “Chastity cage on 10 years?” nod yes.
Blindfold put back on. “You’r lucky, your contract partner put a low reserve price on you, $100. Likely you will get higher bids. On the other hand, if a low income person wants you, and they are in poverty, the Center will waive fees and award you to them if they meet the $100 reserve, fair for all bidders regardless of income. Your contractor has terminated all contact with you as of now.”

I am sick, scared to death, no contacts and now a dumb cuck slave available to anyone who wants regardless of income. No ID, no funds, nothing. I literally have been reduced to nothing for the guilt of imposing Marriage Fatigue on my (now previous) wife of 24 years with no kin on this planet. No one to appeal this sentence to, and strict performance is required to get parole, which by a Judge of the Center, can be revoked at any time. The cage is locked on by the hardened Prince Albert which is also keyed to my collar. I am ‘no man’.
Scared to death and hard as a rock, shaking, in a prison camp. Crying.