My Wife's Birthday Week cuckold, submission, femdom, domination
Posted Wed Sep 19, 2012 04:00 PM
It is a story about having the strength to submit. Submission is not a sign of weakness, but of strength, as Bob and Sarah find out.
MY WIFE'S BIRTHDAY WEEK
Myname is Bob and I am a cuckold. There – that was easy enough to say. Actually,I don’t mind saying it; if anything, I’m proud. I’ve officially been a cuckoldfor quite some time now, and unofficially - well, let’s say the chances areit’s a lot longer. And that’s why I’m proud: Sarah and I have talked aboutthis, and we believe we’ve developed a very practical approach to ourrelationship. She gets all the sex that she craves - and which I can’t give her- while I’m allowed to hear every salacious detail. And even, when I’m lucky,get to watch. We don’t need to hide things from one another, we have no needfor lies: it is a relationship which suits us both very well.
She’sout now. I think I know who she’s with: it’s that young guy we saw in thefilling station yesterday. He was filling up a Cherokee from the pump next toours, all sleeveless tee-shirt and tanned muscles. Sarah insisted on going topay, and while she was in the queue I saw her chatting to him. I was sure shepassed him a piece of paper and when she came out she had that dreamy smile onher face which told me she was already planning a sex session. I felt a twingeof excitement myself, as I imagined her being pleasured by the young hunk whowas just driving off the forecourt. Was I mistaken, or was that a wink as he passedus on the way to the exit?
I’msure it was. And now she’s gone out. She left around six – it’s ten, now – andshe’ll be back in about an hour. I helped dress her before she went: I wantedher to be perfect. I slid her into La Redoute low-rise silk panties – violetand dramatic – and an embroidered, cropped bustier – strapless, allowing her towear that black halter neck top which makes her look irresistible. A shortskirt – black, of course – finished the ensemble, and as she stood before me Imarvelled at her beauty. I pictured her being undressed – rough, masculinehands stripping from her the clothing my pudgy fingers had so lovingly caressedover her fine body; I pictured her kissing him, grabbing him as he pulled her towardshim. She would place her hand on his dick and feel it long and hard and readyfor action. And that would make her smile… God, it’s making me smile, too.
Sarahloves sex. She always has: even when I was at my best I couldn’t keep up. And Iloved her for that: so full of life, so vibrant. The guy from the fillingstation was going to find her a real handful, that was for sure: I hoped heknew what he’d let himself in for. Of course, he would, by now. They’d havefinished. He’ll have had his dick inside her – from behind, I bet, Sarah loves that – and hisvirile energy will have filled Sarah to the hilt. I can’t stop thinking aboutit, imagining how it must have been for her. She’ll come back with theevidence, soon. I can’t wait for that.
Posted Thu Sep 20, 2012 04:24 PM
Oh God, ooh Jesus, that was something else, baby that was something else. Did I getscrewed or what? He was amazing, truly amazing. Talk about stamina. And talkabout delicacy. The two don’t often go together, I’ve found. The ones who canlast all night hammer you like a pile driver on a construction site, and theones with the butterfly touch explode within a minute. But not Jake. God no.
Wedidn’t bother with fancy talk. “I’m here,” I said, “and I want sex.”
MyGod, he was like an animal. Stripping my clothes off almost before I was in thedoorway. My panties may never be the same again. He threw me on the bed, facefirst, pulling at my panties as I fell. I raised my feet to help him, liftingmy ass in the air at the same time. Andhe kissed me. Kissed my ass. I felt his face burrow between my cheeks. I gotonto my knees and leaned forward, forcing myself up towards him, and he beganto lick me. I could feel his tongue circling round and round, getting closerand closer to my asshole. God, I’d been in the apartment thirty seconds and Iwas soaked already. His tongue was pressing against me and I felt his hand onmy butt cheeks, spreading them, pulling me open, and then he was inside me, godhis tongue was inside me and I screamed. Less than a minute, and I wasscreaming.
Hefucked me from behind. He hadn’t even taken his jeans off yet, I could feelthem rasping against my backside as he pressed himself against me and slidinside. His zip began to scratch against me and it hurt after a while, but Iliked it. It kind of added something. Not that I needed much adding. His cockwas good and fat, and he spread it around, sliding and twisting, moving fromside to side, reaching every part of me. All the while I played with my clit –doggy style is so good for that, gives a girl room to manoeuvre – and beforelong my body was screaming. Sensations were sliding up and down my spine andthrough my veins and across my muscles. I bent my back, forcing my face intothe bed and raising my ass higher, loving the delicious exposure of my body tothis virtual stranger.
Bobwould love this. If only he could see me being fucked like an animal. A great,stiff cock inside me and huge, work-hardened hands all over my body. He’d haveloved it when I sucked Jake off, too. He’d really have gotten off on the sightof that big, fat cock slipping between my lips and sliding all the way down mythroat. Really, all the way. My lips were pressed against his body and I waslicking his balls as he pumped inside me. I thought I was going to faint, andthen when I felt his come explode into me I thought I was going to die. He layon top of me, his cock rammed in my mouth, for about five minutes, and I swearhe didn’t droop one millimetre in that time. He was as big and fat when hepulled out of me as he was when he fed it in. That’s what I call good news allround.
Goodnews because it meant I got another load in my cunt. And I needed that, ofcourse. That was my present for Bob. Sliding my panties back on straight away,I made sure that I managed to soak up all the juices, creating a wonderfulvisual record of my adventure for Bob. I know he loves that.
I missed her when she was out, ofcourse, but the sight of that cum on her panties made it all worthwhile. Shegot home about midnight, a bit later than I expected, and as I made her coffeeshe told me everything. She was so animated I got quite excited too: not inthat way, of course – we have no need for that – but out of admiration and lovefor my courageous, adventurous wife. She pulled up her skirt and slid down herpanties, with a huge smile on her face as she handed them over to me. They werestill warm and damp, her wonderful fragrance suffusing them with a heady, sexyallure and, as I turned them round, long trails of silver glittered against thedark of the fabric, vivid proof of her evening activity. I smiled and thankedher.
Posted Sat Sep 22, 2012 01:42 AM
That was a couple of days ago. I’vejust finished washing her clothes from that night: I like to do the bra andpanties by hand, soaking them in warm water and washing off the evidence of herinfidelity slowly, rubbing my fingers against the fabric, scratching the cumaway and returning the panties to their former glory. Only then will they beready to slide over her beautiful ass once more, to nestle against her pussy,ready again to act as my eyes and ears, relaying the truth of my wife’sactivity in glorious, silver and violet detail.
Not that I will need that tonight, ofcourse. Oh no. Cuckoldry comes home tonight. Cuckoldry appropriates the familybedroom, inhabits the master bed. She’s gone to collect Dave and Angie now, andthey’ll be here in a few minutes. I can’t wait. She was so excited before sheleft to pick them up, almost like a schoolgirl, skipping about as I tried tosettle her into an ivory lace thong. Oh my, she pirouetted for me then, wearingonly her thong, auburn hair cascading down her shoulders and back, her bodyglowing with anticipation; and she looked more beautiful than I had ever knownher. Her breasts hung heavy and proud, nipples already aroused.
I’ve just moved the armchair intoposition so that I can see everything that goes on: Sarah likes me to have agood view. She likes to know I can see clearly as Dave’s cock parts her lipsand slips inside her. She likes to hear me breathing as she lets him slide hiscock down towards her waiting ass. She likes to watch me cup my balls and cockas I watch what can be done with an erection and a willing cunt…
Oh, hold on, I think that’s them here.At last.
“Bob can get us drinks. Let’s getcomfortable.”
I tried to sound calm, but inside I wasawash with excitement. I was moist already, damn it, just with anticipation.This was going to be sensational. Angie and Dave were gods in bed, wonderfullyattuned to one another and able to accommodate my needs as well. They wereadventurers, and the three of us had explored uncharted territories, discoverednew peaks, created new diversions. All the time with Bob forced to watch, ofcourse. That made it extra special, knowing that he was being made to sit andobserve while his darling wife experienced the joy of a real man and a realwoman. Oh, the extra special thrill of knowing he is sitting beside us,helpless, watching every moment.
I took delight in teasing him as theevening progressed. It was good to watch his embarrassment as we started toflaunt our sexuality, as it became clear that the evening would end in sex. Ourconversation gradually took on a sexual overtone, at which time Bob, who untilthen had been chatting freely, began to dry up, until finally he sat in hischair, silent, watching. And waiting.
The three of us were on the settee, mein the middle. Middle of a sandwich – just the way I like it. Dave’s hand wasfloating about, sometimes on my knee, sometimes on my arm. Even, for adelicious second, brushing against my breast. I looked over at Bob at thatmoment, relishing the wide-eyed way he stared as his wife was felt up in frontof his eyes. If anything, Angie was even more daring. She had turned herself intowards me, her left leg crossed over her right and resting against mine. Herarm was rested against the back of the settee and her head was settled againsther hand, turned towards me and so close I could feel her breath.
“Been up to anything excitingrecently?” she said.
“Oh yes.” And I told them all aboutJake, my eyes never leaving Bob’s as I related every detail – how he licked my ass,how he forced his cock down my throat, how he filled my cunt and soaked me withhis cum. All the time, Angie was scratching her finger against my thigh,running her nail up and down the thin fabric of my dress, slowly sliding it up.By the time I related how he smelled as his pubic hair was pressed to my face,my knee was exposed. And as I explained the sensation of his cum jetting intothe back of my throat Dave started to join in, sliding my skirt up on his side.My thighs were exposed, inch by inch. I told them how Jake alternated betweenhard, thrusting action and gentle, rolling sensation. And as I did so my skirtwas raised higher. And higher. I knew that Bob, sat opposite, would be able tosee my thong. A bit higher, and even Dave and Angie could see it. Higher stilland even I could see it. Finally, my entire legs were exposed and I parted them,sighing. I told them what it was like when he came inside me. I told them howwet I was, absolutely soaking.
“What?” said Dave. “Then or now?”
“Here, feel.” I took his hand andpressed it to my thong. His index finger stretched and slid down my crack,forcing the fabric of the thong between my lips. Their shape was revealed and aline of damp began to seep through the thong. Bob watched me, a mixture ofshock, admiration and excitement on his face, but he didn’t say a word.Although I had been cuckolding him for some time, and had even forced him towatch on a number of occasions, I wasn’t usually so open with the foreplay.
Bob’s expression was getting to me: hewas staring intently, his eyes never leaving me, taking in the view of his wife’sinfidelity. My nipples hardened, showing through the thin fabric of my bra andblouse. On cue, Angie drew her fingers across my breast, stroking her nailsagainst the outline of my nipple. I sighed, giving my body over to my twolovers and training my mind on my husband. Angie’s other hand rested against mythigh, gently pressing, and Dave did likewise with my right leg. Between them,they pulled my legs further apart, wider and wider, until I was forced to raisemy feet, my ankles coming together beneath my ass. Meanwhile, Angie picked atthe buttons of my blouse, gradually peeling it from my chest and revealing mybra and breasts. She slid the bra up and finally my tits were on show, nippleshard and proud. I stared at Bob, legs split and breasts displayed, being playedwith by Dave and Angie. He said nothing but I knew he was enjoying himself. Ialmost came when Dave slid my panties aside and slipped his finger into mysodden pussy. The littlest moan escaped my lips.
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Posted Sun Sep 23, 2012 02:02 AM
Sarah makes quite a lot of noise whenshe has sex, especially when she knows that I’m watching. She moans and criesand bucks and screams. It turns me on. I love to hear that she is enjoyingherself, that she is getting satisfaction that I can’t give her. What reallyturns me on though, more than anything, are the little sighs and whimpers shesometimes makes. Those are for me, I’m sure of it. The grand gestures, the loudcries – they are for the moment, for the participants, for the sheer sexualexcitement. But the little sighs are intimate gestures, like a kiss across acrowded room. Nobody hears them but us.
Sarah was hot. She was on fire thatnight: I’d never seen her so open. The three of them fondled and caressed onthe settee for about an hour, gradually stripping off each other’s clothing,until they were all naked, and all turned on. I don’t remember which of themsuggested going upstairs but it caused a stampede, three naked bodies rompingupstairs and into my bed. I followed on, more slowly but equally excitedly, andsettled myself down in the armchair to watch as their loveplay began. My wife –watching me all the time – began to make love to two people in my bed. And Iwas privileged to watch.
It’s difficult to explain exactly howmuch I enjoy watching my wife make love to someone else. It’s the look of joyand ecstacy on her face, the knowledge that she is experiencing something Iknow she adores, but which I can’t give her. It’s the shared delight inexperience. It’s the happiness of seeing happiness.
It was a hot night, and I think theheat got to us. We were randier than a room of virgins, scrabbling upstairs andinto bed. Nothing was planned, it was just a case of lavishing attention onwhatever came into view. Dave lay on his back and Angie headed south, her mouthengulfing his cock and sliding up and down, tongue lavishing attention on thedelicate, pink slit and hard helmet. His cock was beautiful. It was uncut, witha large sheath of foreskin which completely covered the head, even though itwas stiff as a board. I’d never seen so much foreskin and I wanted my own tasteof it later. Angie slowly wanked him into her mouth and I was engrossed,watching his purple helmet appear and disappear, sliding in and out of hermouth.
I slid my leg overDave’s chest and rested the palms of my hands either side of him. Movingbackwards, I settled my pussy into position over his mouth and lowered myselftowards his waiting tongue. It slid between my folds and I felt it, hot andwet, inside me. He started licking, his tongue slipping to and fro the lengthof my slit and in and out. I bent forward, adjusting my angle, allowing histongue to slide upwards towards my clit. I wasn’t disappointed – he took thehint and began to lick gently around it. I sighed as he sucked it into hismouth and suckled softly.
My body was stretchedagainst his. I was still resting on my palms, but I slid my hands forward,spreading my legs, and lowered myself flat against him, my head reachingtowards Angie and his cock. I could smell his arousal and hear Angie’s excitedbreathing. She had his cock firmly in her mouth, sucking from the tip to belowhalf way. Reaching forward I stuck out my tongue and flicked it against thebase of his prick, sliding against it and resting against Angie’s tongue.Again. And again. And Angie began to respond, her tongue reaching out towardsmine. I pressed further, planting my lips against hers and we kissed, Dave’scock still in her mouth. She slid it from her and I took over, slurping itinside me, rasping my teeth against his tender end. Angie began to kiss me, andwe alternated, kissing each other, then Dave’s cock, then sucking it, and thenkissing once more.
Gradually, Angie beganto slide down towards his balls, licking and caressing them. She grabbed histhighs and spread them, opening up access for her head, and began to lickdownwards from his balls along his perineum. I took his prick into my mouth andsucked it deep, watching Angie’s progress towards his ass. All the while, Davewas licking my clit and lips, burying his face deep inside me. I couldn’t seeBob, but I knew he would be enjoying the show. I let out a little cry ofhappiness as Angie finally reached his asshole and pressed her tongue againstit. At the very same moment, Dave did the same to mine and I cried again,pushing my face further down, impaling myself deeper on Dave’s large erection.
Dave’s tongue, raspingagainst me, was sending incredible ripples of nervous excitement through mybody. I needed to be fucked, I couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling myself clearof his face I settled down beside him and pulled him towards me. He got themessage and began to sit up, nestling between my legs.
“Fuck me,” I said,loud enough for everyone, watcher included, to hear.
He settled between mylegs and held his dick to my lips, sliding it between them and pressingforward. Slowly, it began to penetrate me, a millimeter at a time, before hegave one final push and slid his entire length inside me. I screamed at thesuddenness of it and turned to look at Bob, who was watching mesmerised by theside of the bed.
“That’s it,” I said,my eyes on his, “now you’re inside me, start fucking. Fuck me, now.”
Dave began to pistoninside me, his cock long and slender, probing deep and hard. He set a steadyrhythm, quite fast, quite violent. His strokes were long, his body pressinghard against mine at the end of each one. I was enjoying being able to watchBob as Dave did his work, seeing his face as I was serviced by another man.
All the same, I didn’tcomplain when Angie sat beside me and swung her body over my face, plasteringher bush against my nose and sliding her slit on to my mouth. I probed with mytongue, flashing it across her already wet lips. I concentrated on the rightlip and sucked it into my mouth, grazing my teeth gently against it. Repeatingthe trick with her left lip, I felt more of her juices bubble out of her, theirtaste mellow and heavy in my mouth. As I slipped towards her clit I thought Iwas going to drown in her excitement.
Dave’s action wasgetting faster and harder, his cock flashing in and out of my cunt in a flurryof strokeplay. I could feel his breath on my chest and I sensed that while Iwas eating his wife’s pussy his tongue was hard at work on her ass. Angie was sighingand moaning persistently, her legs locked hard against my face, musclesclenching and unclenching with increasing speed. I knew she was close tocoming. I took my speed from John’s cock action, reckoning he would beservicing her ass with a similar rhythm, and flicked my tongue harder andharder against her. I alternated my licks along her slit with sucking her clit,and each time I did her cries became louder. Finally, I abandoned her slitaltogether and concentrated purely on the clitoris, pulling it into my mouthand sucking hard. She grabbed my hair, muscles clenched tight, holding my facein an ever-tightening grip, and I sucked and sucked. She began to scream,bucking above me, her pelvic bones crushing my nose and smothering me. As shedid, Dave moved into turbocharge, his cock ramming into me at full speed. Hisballs clattered against me and I felt he was going to split me in two. He, too,began to moan, and I flexed my pelvic muscles, loving the feel of his cock hotand hard inside me.
He yelled and cussed,his strokes getting shorter and faster, and I felt him come inside me, his cockspasming wildly and a powerful spurt of semen erupting into me. He thrashed on,cock still rigid and ridding itself of every last drop of its seed. The three ofus rested for some moments, too drained to move. Finally, Angie slid from myface and Dave pulled his cock from me, and the three of us lay on the bed,panting. Bob sat in his armchair and smiled proudly.
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Posted Mon Sep 24, 2012 01:13 PM
The look on her face,when they had finished and the three of them lay together on the bed, was themost delicious, most erotic sight I have ever seen. Her skin was flushed, anearthy tinge suggesting deep satisfaction. Her smile told me everything.Explicit and complicit at the same time: sharing the energy of the moment withher two partners, but also reflecting, for me only, an understanding of theshared moment that had just passed between husband and wife. In our way, we hadjust made love, and it was perfect.
All of what you have read until now isby way of a prelude, really. An appetizer, an hors d’ouevre before the maincourse of Sarah’s birthday. Sarah is an adventurer, a sexual free spirit. Ican’t tame her: I realized that years ago, and understanding it is the bedrockof our relationship. It is what allows me to sanction her experimentation; andit is why her actions turn me on so much.
Now it is easy to assume that acuckolding wife – especially one who forces her husband to watch the infidelity– is by nature dominant: Sarah is, after all, imposing her will on me, forcingme to acquiesce in the realization of her whims. But that would be a wrong assumption;or at least partly wrong. All of us have conflicting needs and desires, all ofus have a little of the submissive and a little of the dominant within us. Somechoose to suppress certain urges and concentrate on those which are stronger,while others indulge each equally; and others yet sublimate their desires infantasy.
And so it is with Sarah.
All her life, while she has fulfilled asexually dominant role – first with me and latterly with her string ofconquests – she has fantasized about submission. She has harbored thoughts ofbeing used, abused, turned into a subservient slave to a group of powerfulpeople and made to satisfy their every demand. Often, we have lain in bed, herhand rested provocatively on my flaccid cock, relating the details of herfantasy.
And now I have made it come true.
It’s her birthday treat, and she doesn’tknow it yet. She left half an hour ago, on her way, she thought, to anotherrendezvous with Dave and Angie. They phoned – ‘out of the blue’, or so Sarahthinks – telling her that Tuesday evening’s session was so good they wanted torelive it. ‘At our place, without Bob in tow. We plan some real kinky stuff.Best he doesn’t see. You can tell him about it later.’
And with an invitation like that, howcould Sarah – the sex goddess – refuse?
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Posted Mon Sep 24, 2012 03:22 PM
Posted Tue Sep 25, 2012 03:13 PM
Bob. What a guy. What a husband. What abastard. What a darling. I just love him. And when I get hold of him I’m goingto whip his ass.
Imagine! Him playing a trick on me.Him coming up with a sexy plan, not me.Makes no sense, but go figure, he did it.
He set me up.
Dave and Angie rang, told me how goodthe other night was, said they wanted a repeat. Without Bob there: ‘We want todo some kinky stuff,’ Dave said. Well, was I going to turn up a chance likethat? No, mister. So I turned up at their apartment, dressed as requested. Bobhad helped me with it, as usual – he makes such a good dresser, bless him. Highcut, white panties, plain lycra, and a half cup bra in matching white. Hold upstockings and a black skirt so short you could almost see my bare skin at thetop of the stockings. And a tight blouse, white and practically transparent, tofinish the ensemble. A ‘slut’s outfit’, Bob called it, smiling.
When I rang the doorbell, Dave answeredwith a curious look on his face, all lecherous and hopeful. I put it down tothe outfit, gave him a big kiss and walked through to the living room. Angiewas seated on the settee, her arm draped across it and a glass of champagne inher hand, dressed up like a glamour model, with a long, billowing skirt andJanet Reger blouse. And she had a curious expression too. It was as though shewas seeing me for the first time, or seeing something different in me. I wasconfused.
I moved towards the settee to sit nextto her, but as I did she deliberately stretched herself across its length,staring at me provocatively. She had ensured there was no room for me besideher and I was left standing, feeling foolish, in front of her. What the hellwas going on?
Dave appeared behind me, and I saw thathe, too, now held a glass of champagne. I looked at his other hand, expectingto see one for me, but I was disappointed. He grinned, and again I caught aglimpse of something different about his expression. I watched, perplexed, ashe walked across to the settee. Immediately, Angie moved over and allowed himto take a seat next to her. Her movements were very precise, as though to drawattention to the difference in her response to Dave and to me. The two huddledclose, each taking a sip of champagne, and stared at me. I felt completely outof place, embarrassment rippling across my face.
“So, Sarah,” Dave drawled. “How areyou?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“You look a little uncomfortable there.Why don’t you take a seat?” I looked round the room. Normally, there was anarmchair and a stool beside the window. Both were gone. There was nowhere tosit.
“Would if I could.”
“There’s always the floor.”
What the hell? Who was he to snap at melike that?
“Come on,” said Angie, waving her glassat me imperiously. “Relax, settle down, chill.”
Still bemused by the way the day wasprogressing, I folded myself to the floor. It wasn’t easy, in such a short,tight skirt, but eventually I settled myself into position. Sitting beneaththem, looking up at their grinning faces and their champagne glasses, I felt amixture of foolishness and anger.
“Okay,” I said finally, “what’s goingon here?”
“Been chatting with Bob,” replied Daveslowly. He stared at me as he spoke, as though daring me to interrupt. “Yeah,had a good old chat with him yesterday. He was delighted with the way the othernight went. Really enjoyed it. Said you did, too.” I nodded, but didn’t speak.“And he said it was your birthday today. Said he wished the session the othernight had been tonight, so it could be special for your birthday.” I smiledbriefly. Bob, what a sweetie, sothoughtful. “So, I’m like: ‘no problem, we can do it again.’ He was really keenon that idea. ‘Tell me what she likes,’ I asked him. ‘What?’ he goes. ‘Whatdoes she like?’ I say again. He looks at me like I’m crazy. ‘You know what shelikes, guy, you’ve done it all with her.’ Now sure enough, honey, I’ve seenevery inch of that little body of yours, been everywhere, done everything.” Iblushed, despite myself. “’But there must be something she hasn’t done?’ I say to him. ‘Some fantasy? Somethingjust the two of you have talked about.’”
I went cold at that point. My mouthwent dry. I began to piece things together, and I didn’t like the picture I wasseeing.
“And sure enough, he told me one. Toldme one of little Sarah’s favorite fantasies.” Dave drained his champagne fromthe glass and idly tossed it to the floor. “And what do you think that mightbe?”
I remained silent. Dave and Angie, fromtheir vantage point, loomed over me, staring hard, provoking me, threateningme.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“No,” I whispered hoarsely.
“So, tell me, what is this greatfantasy of yours? And while you’re doing it, spread those legs for me so I cansee your little panties.” He said it in such a matter of fact way, like he wasasking the time. I began to feel intimidated, out of control. He raised aneyebrow inquisitively, and something – I have no idea what – compelled me to doas he asked. Slowly, I slid round on my ass until I was squarely in front ofthem. Sliding my foot across the floor, I began to part my legs, my skirtriding up my thigh, until my panties were in view. Even though we had beenintimate only two nights before, I felt incredibly exposed, seated like thatbeneath them.
Dave nodded. “’Bout time, honey. Youbetter get used to obeying, ‘cause that’s what you’re gonna do for the rest ofthe night. Isn’t it?”
I nodded. God, yes. I was terrified,but at the same time I was tremendously excited. Waves of trepidation werefluttering through my stomach and abdomen. This was my birthday treat from Bob.The bastard. I was going to be used.
“Yes,” I said.
“Good girl. Now, let’s make a start.Pick up that glass, girl, and take it into the kitchen. Get it washed. Damnedplace is untidy. And since you’re down on the floor you may as well stay there.Into the kitchen – on your hands and knees…”
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Posted Thu Sep 27, 2012 01:42 PM
I can’t quite picture it in my head.Although Sarah has told me her fantasy many times – and in considerable detail,as well, you can be sure – I still can’t relate those fantasy situations to thewoman I know. I can see a body going through the motions, but it hasn’t gotSarah’s head on it, it isn’t really her. I’ve never known her like that, neverknown her in a subservient role, and I just can’t fix the detail.
God, do you know how frustrating thatis?
I love to share. I love sharing my wifewith other people, and I love sharing her excitement and pleasure. My ownpleasure derives entirely from hers. And now I have arranged the ultimatesexual fantasy for her, and I can’t picture it in my mind. Frustration isn’tthe half of it: I can’t wait till she gets home to tell me all aboutit.<br>
It felt strange, really strange. Atfirst I was offended. The notion that I was expected to serve these people was just too freaky. These were people I knew –that I’d made love to just days before, and now they were telling me I wasbeneath them, I was worthy only of serving them. I knew it was a game, part ofmy husband’s birthday surprise, but even so I couldn’t separate reality fromfantasy.
But despite those doubts I have toadmit it was very, very sexy. I crawled along the floor with their used glassesin my hand and I was aware how stupid I must have looked. I was dressed up inhigh heels and miniskirt and I had come looking for sex. What I found was thekitchen. I washed the glasses and readied myself. Part of me wanted to walk out– to find Bob and kick his ass – but another, more secret part of me wanted toget through there to find out what was going to happen.
And curiosity won the day. I got downto my hands and knees again and crawled back through.
“Took your time,” said Angie.
“Call me Honorable Madam.”
“Yes – Honorable Madam.” It didn’texactly roll off the tongue.
Strangely, I hadn’t anticipated that.Nor how it would make me feel. I got to my feet unsteadily, a powerful flickerof discomfort in my chest and throat. I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped itoff, feeling very exposed. Groping for the zipper, I unzipped my skirt anddropped it to the floor, stepping out of it and bending to unroll my stockings.I was happy doing that because at least I had to concentrate on what I wasdoing, my eyes focused on my hands rather than on their faces. That done, Istood up. Dave and Angie were laughing. Indignation washed through me but, Irealized with a shock, it was a delicious feeling. I was enjoying my embarrassment.
Ignoring their laughter, I reachedbehind and unhooked my bra, shrugging my shoulders and letting it slide off.It, too, dropped to the pool of unneeded clothing on the floor. All I had leftwere my panties. My fingers fluttered over them, feeling their shape, cut highon the hip to accentuate my legs. They were bought for seduction, and clearlyweren’t needed today. I pulled them to my knees and lifted each leg in turn,drawing them off. And I stood, completely naked, before my Master and Mistress.
Clothing, I realized, is such apowerful symbol. Denied mine, I was immediately placed beneath Dave and Angie on the social scale. My role was clear. I was there to serve them. Thank you, Bob.
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This post has been edited by sleepless38: Thu Sep 27, 2012 01:42 PM
Posted Sat Sep 29, 2012 10:59 AM
What will she be like? I can’t get itout of my mind. It’s going to be incredibly hard for her: far harder than sherealizes: she is such a proud woman, so strong, so measured and certain in herbeliefs and philosophies. When she has related her fantasies she has alwaysdescribed the physical action, but never the mental: and that is where she willfind it hardest. That’s why I find it so difficult to picture in my mind:simply, the notion of her subjugating her mind is inconceivable.
But boy, am I having fun playing withthe idea?
I was made to turn round. I was made todance. I was made to bend over, to show my ass, to spread my lips, to stick myfingers inside me. It was easiest when I couldn’t see them. But when I could itwas painful. They stared at me, sloppy, insolent grins on their faces, watchingme demean myself in front of them. And then they asked for more. Always askedfor more. ’Shove another finger up.’ ‘Puta finger in your ass.’
And I did it. Every task. I was proudof myself for that.
“I’ve got a hard-on,” said Dave.“That’s your fault, teasing me like that, bitch. What you gonna do about it?”
“What would you like?”
“I’d like you to show me some respect.Call me Admirable Dave.”
Honorable Angie and Admirable Dave.God, and I was subservient to this…
“Yes, sorry, Admirable Dave.”
“That’s better. And now I’d like you toget those little, luscious lips around my dick.”
I dropped to my knees and crawledtowards him. Resting my hands on his thighs, I settled myself between his legs.I undid the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down. I could feel his cockalready, long and hard. Fumbling with his boxers, I unearthed his head and itflopped free from its restraint. He raised himself from the settee and yankedat his clothing, sliding it down and releasing himself for my attention. Igripped my hand around his length and squeezed.
“Suck it, bitch, don’t just stare atit.”
I was beginning to understand that oneof the luxuries you give up when you prostrate yourself at the feet of anotherperson is any say in the tempo of events. No foreplay, no familiarization, juston with the action. I bent forward and slid his head into my mouth, feeling ithard and hot against my tongue and palate. He groaned as I circled his shaftwith my thumb and forefinger and began to wank him. All the time I was slidinghim deeper and deeper inside me, taking more and more of his length, untilfinally I had his entire cock – long and slender – inside my mouth. I had donethe same thing the other evening, but this time it felt totally different. ThenI was performing, now I was serving.
My mind was in turmoil. I was crouchingon the floor, stark naked, Sarah, debasing myself in front of two close friends.On instruction – not through mutual desire, but because he ordered it – I hadhis cock in my mouth and was wanking him. Everything about it was wrong. Ishould never have allowed it. But it was fantastic. I was more excited than Ihad ever known. It was then I realized.
I wanted them to do something else tome. Anything, it didn’t matter. I just wanted them to use me.
It was like my mind had flipped. Like anew brain had been installed, like I was seeing everything from a differentperspective. My pussy was throbbing with anticipation, my stomach churning. Ithought I was going to be sick, I thought I wasn’t going to be able to controlmy emotions. With delight bordering on rapture, I felt Angie’s hand on my body,stroking down my back, palm flattening against my ass. And then she spanked me.Not very hard, but I was taken by surprise. I still had Dave’s cock in my mouthand I relaxed my grip, not wanting to bite or do any damage. Angie hit meagain, and again, each time with increasing force, while I continued to wankDave into my mouth, his glans rested against my tongue. She never spoke, neverexplained why I was being punished. I didn’t care. I didn’t need to know. Ijust wanted her to do it harder.
And she did. The steady accumulation ofpain became almost unbearable. She was concentrating on my right cheek, and Icould feel it grow hot and tender, protesting at every blow she inflicted. Eachtime there was an intense, sharp pain, like I was being cut with a scalpel. Itonly lasted a second before generalizing into a dull ache across my wholecheek, and each time the pain got worse. For long moments the pain seemedimpossible, but just when I thought I had reached breaking point it would dieoff, for a moment. Until the next spank. I could feel Dave getting excited inmy mouth. His cock was rock hard, the helmet stretched taut and firm. Littlepulses rippled through it and I tasted pre-cum. I knew he would come soon.Angie beat me harder and faster, guiding the speed of my hand on Dave’s cock,making me service him quicker. And quicker. And quicker. Angie was thrashing meby now, a constant, agonizing barrage on my ass. I slid Dave’s cock deep insideme and squeezed his shaft, circling my fingers around his balls, scratching thedelicate skin. He groaned and grabbed my head, pulling me closer, sliding hiscock deep into my throat. Deep, till he was all the way, till I was choking onhim. And I felt him cum. Felt the first spurt of juice – so incredibly hot –rasping down my throat and into my stomach. And more, and more, his cockemptying itself inside me, the salty taste filling my mouth. All the time Angiecontinued to thrash me while Dave moaned and thrust himself forward, forcinghis cock ever deeper inside me.
I had been used. For the first time.
Posted Mon Oct 01, 2012 12:07 PM
You know, it’s odd. I’ve been thinkingabout it all night now. It’s gone two in the morning, by the way, and I don’tthink she’s coming home. I’m here alone, alone with my thoughts. And boy, haveI been thinking. I’m not sure I was right earlier: I thought she wouldn’t beable to cope with the mental aspect of being subservient; I thought she was toodominant a personality to permit that.
But that’s exactly why she probablywill: she’ll allow it to happen because she choosesit to happen. That’s where people misunderstand: they equate submission withweakness. Wrong. Submission is strength – the strength to say ‘yes, I’ll allow that.’ Most peoplecan’t do it: in particular, most dominant people can’t do it – they don’t havethe courage to put themselves in someone else’s hands.
They don’t have the courage to submit.
I thought of Bob as Dave’s cum splasheddown my throat. I had thought I understood him fully, but as Dave’s cock beganto subside in my mouth I began to learn something new about my husband. I hadjust been used, with no thought for my own pleasure or needs. I was used. Injust the way that I use Bob. Well no, there is a difference. I do think ofBob’s pleasure, and I know he likes what we do. When I am with a man, it is asmuch for Bob’s pleasure as mine.
But I don’t think I understood, untilnow, the courage it takes Bob to permit it. I hadn’t realized it was so hard toput yourself in a position where you have no control. And neither did Iappreciate how sexy it could be.
Angie pulled at me roughly, dragging meaway from the comfort of Dave’s cock. I turned to face her and was hit by ahuge wave of embarrassment as our eyes met. What had she just done to me? Whathad I allowed her to do to me? I could never see her in the same light again.
“On the floor,” she commanded.
“Yes, Honorable Angie.” Somehow, eventhe ridiculous title didn’t seem so stupid any more.
“On your back.” I stretched on thefloor and looked up at her. She towered above me, the angle making her seemlike a giant inspecting its property. My heart fluttered with anticipation. Shereached under her skirt and felt for her panties. I watched as she pulled themdown and slipped them over her shoes. With a smile, she suspended them above myface and dropped them, letting them land on my face. They were cornflower blue,and still warm. I could smell her. Oh God, I could smell her. Without thinking,I stretched out my tongue and licked, disappointed that the crotch hadn’tlanded on my mouth. She laughed and kicked them away from me, and I felt aninexplicable surge of disappointment.
She stood astride me and I stared intothe blackness of her skirt. I knew what was up there, but couldn’t see. Iwasn’t worthy of seeing, only servicing. She bent her knees and lowered herselftowards me. I closed my eyes, waiting. Her knees settled beside my ears and Iwas enveloped in the hot darkness of her skirt. I could smell her near me andwaited for the moment. Slowly she descended onto my face, her bush tickling mynose and then the first gentle brush of her lips against mine. And then shepressed down, fixing herself to me. And harder. And harder. Finally, she wasrested firmly on my face, thighs gripped to my cheeks, cunt hard against mymouth.
I pressed my tongue forward and beganto probe, sliding it along her lips. They were already moist, and my touchseemed to enliven them. I felt them puff and swell and my tongue slid easilyinside, licking deeper and deeper and flicking from end to end. It wasincredibly hot and I could scarcely breath. She was sitting on me heavily and Iwas unable to move. Gradually, she adjusted her position, forcing my attentionon different places. Sometimes she made me press my tongue deep inside her.Then she would slide back and press her clitoris against me. And then she wouldmove forward, pulling her ass cheeks so that I was smothered by them, my tongueplastered against her asshole. She was in complete control and I was helplessin the darkness of her skirt, able only to respond to her demands. I wasbecoming light headed and disorientated. I had no idea how long I licked herfor. It seemed a very long time, and I suspect it was close to half an hour. Mytongue began to ache, my neck was stiff, the heat was becoming intolerable. Andstill she sat on me. It was exhausting, painful and wonderful.
Finally she moved and I thought I wasgoing to have some respite. But no, all she did was turn round and then shesettled herself on me once more, even harder. I stretched my tongue towards herbut couldn’t reach her pussy, and she seemed to be making no effort to allowme. She just sat there. Finally, it dawned on me: she wasn’t using me for sexany longer, she was simply using me as a chair. I got the message and layquietly beneath her, my nose covered by her ass, only the smallest part of mymouth free to draw in air.
I felt something on my pussy. A handwas pressed to my thigh, roughly, pulling at it. My legs were spread wide,knees raised in the air, and I knew I must look obscene, sprawled naked on thefloor. Fingers probed at my cunt, parting my lips and I felt something presshard against me. I knew it must be Dave’s cock, but in my disorientated state Iwas too confused to think straight. He pushed against me and I felt his cockslide between my lips. It hurt and I tried to yell, to move away, but I washeld fast by the weight of Angie’s body. I was at their mercy. He pressed hardand with one vicious push rammed himself deep inside me. Once he was in placethe pain subsided, but immediately he began to piston hard against me, fuckingme roughly. His balls slapped against my ass with increasing force and hisstrokes were long, driving into me with greater and greater speed andintensity. It was stunning. It was all so sudden and so violent, and my bodyreacted with equal violence.
My stomach felt like it was on fire,pulses of flame erupting from it through my entire body. Even my fingers andtoes felt like they were being scorched. Great ripples of excitement began towhirl in my abdomen, growing and stretching, sliding across my senses. I mayeven have passed out, momentarily. I had lost track of reality. Blinded,cocooned, smothered by Angie, feeling the rough edge of Dave’s sexuality, Iallowed myself to be used.
And in being used I came. God, I came.Explosions careered through my body. I had no idea who I was, where I was, whyI was. I felt Dave’s movements quicken, his strokes shorten. I felt his cockrasping against my flesh, flashing in and out faster and faster. His breath wason my stomach, my breasts. I lay, pinioned by Angie, my face smothered by herdelicious ass, and allowed him to use me. He yelled as he came, and I felt hiscome explode inside me.<br>
Yes indeed, I think Sarah will have thecourage to go through with it. I think she will show Dave and Angie how it’sdone. I hope you can see my point: that only the brave can submit.
And it’s exactly the same with me.People don’t understand cuckolds. They can’t see why anyone should permit sucha thing to happen. ‘You mean you let yourwife do that? How can you? What? You even watch? That’s sick, bud.’
Those poor people; poor stunted minds;sad, colorless imaginations. If only they had the courage to say yes.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I canhear the front door opening. That will be Sarah. I expect she has lots to tellme about.