CUCKOLD HOUSEHUSBAND HUMILIATED!

'Why are you wearing a bra?'

I glanced down at my lace bra flustered and a little angry. 'It was your mother's idea, she said -'

'I know, and Mummy always gets her way. I hope you understand that.'

'Do you want me to take it off?' I asked.

'No,' she answered firmly, 'my mother has a very good reason for this and you will do as she wants - okay?'

'Of course,' I replied, 'why do you think I'm wearing it?'

'I thought you were trying to please her. I want you to be nice to her.'

My face grew hot. 'I'm always nice to her and I always obey her, what more do you want?'

My wife was brutally frank. 'If you marry me you marry my mother.'

I had been prepared for any demand. But suddenly I was wary. "What does that mean exactly?'

She grinned, 'Mummy likes you as much as I do - she might want a kiss and cuddle occasionally.'

Her attitude took my breath away. And yet, I remained silent. This was my first big mistake!

Encouraged by this she went further. 'Make no mistake darling, this will not be any ordinary marriage. I'm selfish and I'm lazy. I expect obedience and I expect you to be....' Her face went a little pink, 'I expect my new handsome husband to be nice, very nice, to my mother. Any objections?'

I shook my head. I realized that I didn't care. I wanted her so badly it hurt. She was worth any sacrifice.

'I want to hear you say it.' And her eyes narrowed. She was serious now.

My mouth suddenly dry. With a soft nervous cough I said, 'I know I'll be expected to do most of the housework..'

'ALL of the housework!' She added. 'You are a househusband, that's what you do.'

I blushed, 'All of it then, and...' I took a deep breath, 'and as far as your mother is concerned, I'm flattered by her attention. I would never do anything to annoy her. I promise I'll be...nice.'

She gazed at me for a long awkward moment. 'Could you be a little more specific. I really need to know.'

I was afraid. Without her putting the whole obscene suggestion into words she'd backed me into a corner. Did she really expect me to sleep with her mother? Carefully I added, 'I'm not sure exactly how far your mother would want to go, but I can assure you that I will not reject her in any way.'

Her eyes held mine for a moment longer. It was when she dropped her eyes from mine that I truly became nervous. 'And you'll wear skirts and panties and a nightgown?'

'Yes,' I whispered. 'She was very clear about that.'

Drawing her finger along the top of the table she whispered softly, 'And you won't mind if she joins us on the honeymoon?'

'If that's what you want,' I told her, 'and if she wants to come, I have no objections.'

She hugged herself. 'Then go and tell her now. Go as you are, in your pretty lace bra, go and tell her you want her to come with us.'

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