The following two days were awkward. Mike and Sandra acted as though nothing had happened. I wasnt even certain that Sandra knew what Mike had done to me. Maybe she knew he had whipped me, but surely she wouldn't have been ok with him touching my pussy the way he had?
As awkward as things were, I couldn't help but want Mike to touch me again. It had been the weekend, and I was grounded, so I spent those days doing my chores in skimpy shorts and tight tops, hoping it would arouse Mike enough to tempt him. It was a silly teenage game, I am sure now that the desperation I exhibited amused him more than anything. He didnt even seem to take much notice.
There was somebody who was taking notice though and had I realised, I may have stopped. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but always too late.
Mike announced at dinner on the Sunday that he was leaving in the morning on a business trip. He told me I was to stay at home for the week, I was still grounded, and help Sandra around the house.
After I had cleared away the dinner stuff and turned on the dishwasher, I headed upstairs. Mike was packing in their bedroom and I could hear him and Sandra having a quiet, but apparently heated conversation. Maybe she did know about all that went on the other night? But why would he tell her?
I felt flushed that the secret was out and headed to my room. Getting undressed and not bothering with any pyjamas, I climbed into bed. The effects of the drinking two nights before must have still been catching up with me because I quickly fell asleep and next woke up to hear the front door close and Mike's car pull off the driveway. I stretched, and felt the bruising on my backside as I rolled onto my back.
Sandra appeared at the door with a cup of tea, still in her short nighty.
"We need to talk" she said as she placed the mug on the bedside table.
"Things are going to change around here. Your stunt at the weekend showed Mike and I that you...need to...shall we say, be trained better?"
I looked at her confused. Trained? Trained for what? The whipping was surely enough to "train" me to behave? I didnt want that to happen again. I subconsciously rubbed the bruises.
"Mike tells me you love him?"
My face was on fire. How could he tell her that? Why would he tell her that?
"I dont know what you mean?"
"Have you ever heard of a cuckcake?" She looked at me in the eyes, a serious expression spreading across her face.
"Well, I'm going to turn you into one. A good one. And it means you get to fuck Mike." She almost sounded as if she was bribing me into whatever she had in mind.
"Drink your tea. I'm going to show you what I mean. Today we are going to start exploring your new place in this family." She was starting to sound like a teacher engaging her pupil in a new topic.
We spent the next three hours watching porn and reading blogs from cuckcakes. It didnt take me that long to understand what she wanted. She wanted to watch me being fucked by her husband, but she would be my mistress. Training me and punishing me.
Once she felt I had watched and read enough, she put down the iPad and looked at me, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement. I gave her none. I was in shock. This wasnt normal. Eventually, I looked at her, but still nothing came from my mouth.
"Well, you haven't refused. I'm going to accept that as a yes?"
She slowly pushed back my covers and ran her fingers down my neck, and gently around my nipples. They got hard from the delicate touch. As she started to pinch them between her fingers, she started to talk again.
"I'm a cuckquean. Always have been. Mike sleeps with many women. And I have always been the submissive in their games. But when you started to misbehave, I wanted so badly to punish you. I realised I had been developing a need to be dominant over one of his cakes. Over you. I like that you love him. It means you are vulnerable. It means you'll feel the sting of jealousy that I have always had to feel. But the more jealous you become, the more trained you will be."
"You dont care that your husband fucks other women?"
"Oh, I do care. But it's what Mike needs. And I like giving him what he needs. As a wife, it is my job to please my husband. And now, it will be your job to please both of us."
She lay down on the bed next to me and hugged me. Without much of a breath in between, Sandra planted her lips on mine and we kissed. I found myself kissing her with the intent on pleasing her. I realised I probably wasnt going to need a lot of training.
