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My Wife, My Mistress

By: Rock-on



This is a story of how I became a sex slave. I met my beautiful wife/mistress of three years in our sophomore year in college. We had two of the same classes together. She was majoring in accounting and I was a business major at a large southeastern university. I was a transfer student and this was my first semester at the university. I was scoping out the girls on the first day of class when I saw her for the first time. 

She was about 5'1" tall and weighed about 100 lbs., very petite with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore sandals and had the prettiest feet I had ever seen. Her feet were a size 5 with perfect toes and red polish. With me having a foot fetish, it was love at first sight, at least for me. 

She was sitting with some of her friends and I took an empty seat behind her. I could think of nothing else the whole class. Much to my surprise I found her in another class I was taking in the afternoon. I was able to sit beside her in this class. I tried to make conversation with her but she seemed snobby. This went on for a couple of weeks with me talking to her at every opportunity and getting to know her better.

I found out her name was Jana and she lived with her boyfriend in an off campus two bedroom townhouse her parents bought for her. She was also on the school tennis team. We were from the same southern state but not the same city. She come from a rich family and seemed kind of spoiled by all the wealth. Her boyfriend was a senior and was graduating at the end of the semester. He was going to go into his family's business up north after graduation. I hoped this would be my chance with Jana with him being gone most of the time. Jana and I became friends and did a lot of studying together. She started talking less and less about the boyfriend as the semester wore on. The next semester Jana and I managed to get two more classes together. Jana and her boyfriend broke up over the semester break; this was going to be my big chance. 

I had been dating a couple of girls from my dorm but my heart was with Jana always. I waited a week before asking Jana out on our first real date. She accepted and we went out to dinner and a movie. I had never stayed over at her townhouse before, but I was hoping this would be the first of many such nights. Much to my dismay she kissed me goodnight and sent me on my way after our date.

I had been patient this long so I figured what's a few more days, at least I hoped it would only be a few more days, wouldn't hurt. On our third date she cooked dinner for me at her place. She finally invited me to spend the night. The sex was well worth the wait. We slowly undressed each other and explored each other's body. Her breast were small and firm, more than a mouthful is a waste I always say. Her nipples stood out like she was naked in a blizzard. I slowly kissed from her head to her toes. I stopped on my way back up her legs when she pushed my head between her thighs and said, "Lick my cunt". 

I have always been a sucker for the taste of a good pussy and hers tasted great. After about five minutes, she started trembling with her first orgasm. She started shaking and thrusting her hips off the bed as her orgasm rolled over her. She came so violently, I thought she was going to break my nose. She then rolled me on my back and took me into her mouth. She was the best cocksucker I ever experienced. I came in her mouth in no time and she swallowed every drop. She then sucked me hard again and mounted my cock and rode me to another orgasm. Jana and I were now spending all our spare time together. I moved into her townhouse and life was good. Sex was great and very frequent, about 10 times a week. She seemed to be horny all the time. 

After the first month of living together, we became more and more sexually adventurous. I had always fantasized about being a slave to a dominant woman. We experimented with light bondage, sometimes me tying her up and sometimes she tying me up. We both seemed to enjoy it more when she was in control so eventually she was always the one doing the tying. 

Although Jana become more and more assertive in our everyday life, she never suggested taking the dominant sex play beyond the bedroom, so I was resigned to take what I could get. Then one day in the winter during basketball season of our junior year, there was a game between the college I attended my freshman year and the college Jana and I were currently attending. 

Jana was a big basketball fan and wanted to make a bet with me over who would win the game. Jana decided that the loser would be a slave for a day of the winner. The day was to be picked by the winner and the loser must obey all commands of the winner no matter what. If for whatever reason the loser were unable or unwilling to do everything the winner commanded, additional days of slavery would be required. This was one bet I was hoping to lose. 

Even though my current college had a better team than my previous college, I didn't ask for any points in the game. It turned out to be a close game, but in the end I lost the bet. Jana said she already had the Saturday after next picked out for my servitude. I was feeling nervous the whole two weeks. She didn't give a hint as to what I would be required to do. 

When Saturday arrived Jana woke up early and told me to go make her breakfast. When I had breakfast ready I called her to come into the kitchen. I had set out two plates and enough food for both of us. She admonished me because she didn't tell me to make breakfast for myself, just her. She then proceeded to throw out my portion of the breakfast and sat down and ate her breakfast telling me to stand by and be ready to wait on her in case she needed anything. After she finished eating, I washed the dishes and went to attend to my new owner. I found her lying in bed. 

She had me strip naked and draw her a bath. I then had to bath her and wash her hair. Next came a pedicure, which I found very sensual tending to her beautiful feet. This was followed by a one-hour full body massage. Even though nothing sexual had happened, I was in a constant state of arousal. Which Jana couldn't help but notice since I was naked the whole time. I then helped Jana get dressed. She got out a piece of paper with a list of rules. 

The rules stated that I was to: 1. Always be naked in Her house, unless told otherwise by Her 2. Call Her Mistress or Mistress Jana 3. Obey all commands without hesitation 4. Greet her by dropping down and crawling to her and press my lips to her toes or the toes of her shoe and stay in this position until given permission to do otherwise. (Jana enjoyed having me tend to her feet and she knew about my foot fetish) 5. No talking without permission. 6. No sitting on the furniture without permission. 

Jana had obviously given much thought to my slavery. She said she didn't want me touching myself without her permission and to make sure I didn't she produced a cock and ball harness with a small padlock and proceeded to place it on my penis. The harness had three steel rings held together by thick leather straps. Another strap encircled my balls and the entire device was then locked in place. 

The rings hurt like hell when she then starting stroking my cock to an erect state. It was very uncomfortable to say the least. She said she bought the harness and a few other item off the Internet. She also placed a collar around my neck that had four rings attached and another tiny padlock. She then announced she was going shopping and gave me a list of cleaning chores to do before her return. She told me if I did the chores to her satisfaction, I would be rewarded, if not I would be punished. She would decide the reward or punishment based on the infraction. 

I was just finishing up the chores when I heard the key in the front door. I then proceeded to drop to my knees in front of the door. When Mistress Jana entered I did as instructed and crawled to her and kissed her toes. Even though it was cold outside, she had worn opened-toed sandals so my lips would touch her bare feet. She left me in this position for a few minutes and then told me to take her purchases to the bedroom and return for inspection. She walked around the house inspecting everything I had on my chore list. 

She found some dirt in the bathroom and demanded that I get busy rectifying the situation. She then stated I would have to be punished for my lack of attention to detail. After cleaning the bathroom to her satisfaction, she told me to crawl to her and kiss her feet once more. My punishment was to be ten licks of her new leather covered paddle. She then took off her dress and to my surprise she was wearing a garter I had never seen before. Mistress then removed her bra, shoes and panties. She proceeded to stuff the panties into my mouth and tied a scarf around my head to keep them in place. 

She was obviously very excited because her panties were soaking wet from her pussy juices. The scent was intoxicating. My cock was rock hard and I was dying to cum. She then put leather cuffs on each wrist and attached the wrist cuffs to the rings on each side of my collar. I was told to kneel on the carpet and she pushed my face into the carpet with her bare right foot. I thought she would give me a few love pats on the ass, but she got out a black leather covered paddle and proceeded to blister my ass a very dark shade of red. Tears were running down my face after the first five swats. 

At this point I sat up and she suddenly got angry and slapped my face. I tried to explain that the pain was just too intense, but the gag made it impossible. She said that would cost me five more and this time she attached ankle cuffs to me and had me get on the bed with my ass stuck up in the air. Jana tied me to the bed post in this position with leather straps attached to my legs and wrist. She went on to say my lack of obedience would cost me an extra day of servitude. 

I was effectively immobile with my very exposed and tender ass stuck up in the air. I have never been able to take much pain and this was so intense I thought I would pass out. I somehow managed to make it through the rest of my punishment and she finally released my ankles but not my arms. She took pity on me, removed my cock harness and rubbed some cool cream on my tender ass. She snaked a finger up my ass while rubbing the cream on and then started stroking my hard cock with her other hand. This went on for several minutes with her stopping each time and squeezing my balls just before I was about to cum. 

I needed release so bad my cock and balls ached just from my intense desire. Mistress then told me lie on the bed on my back. She secured my legs to the foot of the bed and released my arms from the collar and attached them to the corners of the headboard using straps that attached onto the cuffs. The gag was removed from my mouth and Mistress said it was her turn to be serviced. I didn't realize I had my turn, but who was I to argue. She lowered an erect nipple to my mouth and told me to suck. I was really starting to like this part and after I had sucked both her nipples to their full glory, she slide up and sat on my face telling me to do a good job of licking her cunt or the punishment would me more stringent the next time.

I have always liked eating Jana's pussy, but I had more incentive how and licked and sucked for all I was worth. I was determined to please Mistress, not just because of the fear of the paddle, though that crossed my mind, but because I was really getting into the Mistress/slave game at this point and wanted nothing more than to make her happy. She was going wild bucking and grinding her cunt into my mouth and nose. Finally after about ten minutes she arched her back and literally screamed out in orgasm. She later told me this was my best performance ever eating pussy. 

Mistress then took out three condoms and unrolled them onto my hard cock. She said she needed a good hard ride, but didn't want me to get to excited. Mistress then sat down on a cock and rode me to two orgasms and I could barely feel anything at all because of the thick rubber surrounding my cock. She dressed, removed the condoms from my cock and left the room for about ten minutes. When she returned my cock had softened up and she replaced the cock harness and released me. 

She said it was dinnertime and she had brought a steak for me to grill out. The townhouse complex had a community picnic area complete with grills for all the residence to use. Mistress had me dress in a pair of thin shorts with no underwear and I had to leave the collar on while cooking the stake. Fortunately nobody else was in the common area where the grill is located. 

Mistress had sat the table and fixed a salad by the time I returned. However, she only fixed one place sitting and told me to sit at her feet while she ate, but not before putting the wrist cuffs back on me and reattaching them to my collar. I was starving by now and could smell the delicious steak on the table above my head. Every so often Mistress would reach under the table and feed me a strap of food and let me lick her greasy fingers clean. She said she liked the job I had done on her fingers and ordered me to lick and suck her toes. 

As I was sucking on her beautiful red nailed toes, I swore I could smell the scent of her arousal. She must have been getting very turned-on because without saying a word, she placed the soles of her feet on my ears and guided my head between her legs. She then grabbed my hair in one hand and forced my mouth to her cunt. She pulled her panties to one side to allow my tongue access to the folds of her pussy. She held me there by my hair until she came and clamped her thighs around my head. Mistress then gave me the leftovers in a bowl on the floor. Next she released my hands and had me wash and put away the dishes. When my task were complete I found her relaxing on the couch reading a book. 

She had me sat on the floor and massage her legs and feet. Two hours later she announced it was bedtime and that I had better get some rest because I had earned an extra day of slavery and tomorrow would be a big day. I had to fix a pallet and sleep on the floor. I had a very restless night. I had been kept in a state of arousal all-day and denied release. I couldn't even beg her to let me cum for fear of breaking rule number 5, talking without permission. 

The next morning Mistress woke me and after breakfast and bath both of which I prepared for her, she told me to get on the speed-o swim trunks she bought for me the day before. We then headed down to the pool and I spent the next two hours rubbing lotion on her and giving her massages while she read a book. After I prepared lunch Mistress said she was going to visit some friends for a while and for me to clean the house and wash the dishes and clothes. She returned late that afternoon and said she had a surprise for me in the evening. There was no other mention of what the surprise entailed. After what I had been through the past day and a half I was very apprehensive of any surprises from my new Mistress. 

Mistress brought out a wide leather belt that had steel rings on each side of it and buckled it onto my waist. Cuffs were attached to each wrist and the wrist cuffs were secured to the waist belt. She then attached ankle cuffs and locked them together with a three-foot spreader bar. About seven o'clock the doorbell rang. Because of rule 1, I was naked except for my collar and cock and ball harness. I hobbled to the bedroom and Mistress went and answered the door. 

I could hear voices coming from the living room as Mistress greeted her guests. After a few minutes the talking stopped and Jana came into the bedroom where I was hiding. She said she had invited some friends over for an evening of socializing and partying. She blindfolded me and proceeded to snap a leash onto my collar and told me to follow her. I refused to move, saying this was taking it a little too far. She told me that I had broken two more rules, talking without permission and disobeying, and would have to be punished. I still refused to follow her and she got her paddle and said my punishment was getting worse all the time. I finally relented and following her into the living room with her swatting my ass with her paddle to hurry me up. 

I could hear the gasps from her guest when I entered the living room immediately followed by girlish giggles. Mistress didn't keep me in suspense long and told me that Lisa and Debbie had come over to see my transformation into a sex slave for themselves. I was mortified. Lisa and Debbie were on the university tennis team with Jana. They were all best friends, Jana and I had double and triple dated with them on many occasions. 

Lisa is 5'8" with shoulder black hair, small breast and a very beautiful face and body. Debbie is about 5'4" with long blonde hair, blue eyes, long tanned legs and an ass to die for. Jana is a very beautiful girl, but I must admit I had often fantasized about what these two would be like in bed. Despite my humiliation, my excitement was obvious. The thought of these two lovely girls seeing me in this predicament was both exciting and terrifying at the same time. Mistress Jana then removed my blindfold, released my wrist and had me fix all the girls a drink. She didn't take off the spreader bar and delivering the drinks proved to be time consuming. After everyone was furnished with the beverage of their choice I was told to come stand before the group of girls in the living room and Jana re-attached my wrist to the waist belt. She then informed me that Lisa and Debbie wanted to take part in my punishment. 

I was ordered to bend over the back of a recliner and each girl was to give me ten licks with the paddle. Jana went first to show them how hard to hit my ass. She showed no mercy. Lisa went next and then Debbie. My ass was on fire and tears were streaming down my cheeks by the time Debbie started and I was sobbing by the time she finished. Mistress had me thank each girl by kissing her bare feet. It had been a very hot day and both Lisa and Debbie were wearing athletic shoes and socks. 

I had to remove each girl's shoes using only my mouth. Debbie had been at an afternoon tennis match before coming over and her feet stuck to her socks they were so sweaty. Next I had to lick and suck their toes while they sat and talked about other guys. Lisa occasionally run her bare foot up and down my harnessed cock and it would throb in pain within its' confinement. 

Debbie said she wanted to see me cum, but Mistress said maybe some other time, for I had been disobedient and didn't deserve any release just yet. I wondered at the time what Mistress had in mind because today marked the end of my slave duty and I didn't think there would be another time. Eventually the girls said their good-byes, thanked Mistress for an evening they would never forget and went home.

I had not cum after being sexually aroused almost constantly for the past two days. When I asked for permission to speak and brought this to Mistress' attention, she said long period of denial made a slave more attentive. That night Mistress tied me to the bed and then sat on my face until I brought her to two orgasms. She then sat down cross-legged and naked beside me on the bed. Mistress explained that she had just realized one of her biggest fantasies. She left me tied to the bed while she continued to explain how she always wanted to play the dominant partner in a sexual relationship. She further explained how that she had a taste of the real thing she could never go back to an equal relationship and be happy. 

I had to admit that I got a big thrill out of obeying her commands. She went on to say if we were to have a future together, I would have to agree to be her slave on a more permanent basis. She said she knew I loved her and she loved me, but if I didn't agree to her terms she didn't see much of a future together. 


My Wife, My Mistress



PART 1

It was Sarah’s turn to play boss and I knew it was going to be hell tonight. The previous turn had been mine, and I’d been a little rough, so I knew she’d be looking for payback.

I stood, feet widely spaced and anchored to the floor by the ankle cuffs. We were in our dungeon, and there were many attachment points scattered around the walls, floor and roof to bind slaves.

My arms were stretched above me, connected to the roof via soft wrist cuffs and light but strong chains. I was not stretched as tight as usual and thought at first that this evening Sarah might take it easy on me; I should have known better, of course, but for now the ignorance was bliss. I was easily able to move my feet almost a half step backwards or forwards, before feeling the chains take up the slop and halt me. My arms when stretched straight above me had about one foot of movement.

I must have been deep in my own thoughts, as the first I knew she was there was when I briefly heard a “swishing” sound then pain exploded in my arse cheeks. So intense was the pain I briefly lost my footing and it was only the chains that held me up.

“Oww”, I howled. “Oh shit …shit …Shit!”

She came around in front of me then and it was like looking at a stranger. A gorgeous, sexy, scary stranger, her normally brunette hair now blond, and tied in little girl pigtails. She wore a short schoolgirl style dress, done in black leather, with a gathered hem that opened up to display her shapely thighs and black thong when she pirouetted. It was low cut at the front allowing me a good view of her nicely rounded breasts. On her feet she wore black high heels, her legs graced a pair of black lace stockings.

After a couple of pirouettes she came close, her thigh touching mine and whispered,

“Quiet lover, you knew this was going to be rough”

“Yeah, but shit, that really hurt Sarah. Fuck it still hurts!” I replied.

“We’ll talk about it later.” She said, finality in her voice. I felt a fearful chill run through me, and wondered if this had finally gone too far, though I was too scared to voice my apprehension, in case she should decide to be even harder at my obvious lack of trust.

“I don’t want to gag you tonight love, I want to be able to hear your every breath, your every sigh, your every gasp. So you will need to be quiet, always quiet. If you promise to be quiet now, I will forget the gag, but should you speak without permission, that little swat I gave you earlier will seem like nothing. I am giving you a choice tonight, accept the gag and the lessening of self-control required, or spend the evening gag free, and give up some of the freedom and pleasure you might get from being able to scream and beg at your whim.” She delivered this in a calm and caring voice so that I almost felt it was only my welfare she was concerned with.

I shivered again, the fear coursing through me; I wanted to ask so many questions. I knew I really had to go through with her game, if I chose the gag she was sure to make me regret it.

“I’ll go without the gag” I managed in a dry, feeble voice.

She leaned into me then, her thigh gently rubbing my cock, and favored me with a radiant smile.

“Good boy.” She whispered in my ear, her hand caressing my right nipple. She gave me a quick peck on the lips, before moving behind me and out of my sight.

It was perhaps 10 minutes before her footsteps again tap tapped across the wooden floor. I heard what sounded like the shifting of furniture behind me then after what seemed like another 10 minutes she reappeared.

“O.K. lover here’s the deal,” She said with a grin. “ This is a 9 pound weight, I don’t know what the effect would be should you try to lift it by your balls. I have chosen it as a challenge for you. I have seen you take 3 pounds with relative ease so I thought 9 pounds would be adequate as a training weight.”

She held the weight with both hands and brought it to my eye level. It was a solid piece of round brass bar, roughly 5 to 6 inches in diameter I guessed and about the same length. There was a solid brass loop attached to the one end. 

“Let’s test it huh,” She continued, “Squat down as low as you can big boy”

“Sarah please…” I began, before she lifted her hand quickly to smack my balls. I groaned out loud, the dull agony rising into my lower abdomen.

I sagged, knees bent, anything to ease the pain. My weight was taken entirely by my bound wrists.

“There,” She said, “That’s got you squatting.”

I barely felt her careful hands attach the parachute to my aching balls.

“All done now,” She said, “up you get. Try and stand straight up slave. Remember you are slave tonight. If you don’t make a good effort I’ll smack your balls again and again until I feel you are putting your back into it. See if you can lift the weight.”

She stood up in front of me and smiled as she watched me.

I felt sick, my balls already hurt, though the pain was fast fading, but I was really scared she might do me permanent damage. I wanted to tell her so, but I was scared of what punishment speaking without permission might unleash upon me. Jesus I was so angry with both her and myself. Fucking bitch I thought. Oh God what is this?

I began to rise, then slowed when I felt the resistance of the weight begin to tug on my balls.

“C’mon, the string is barely taught yet” She teased me, before once again crouching down between my widely spread knees. “You’ll have to do better than that”. 

I began to lift, feeling a dull ache flare out from my balls as they were pulled down into the base of their sack and flattened out under the weight. I groaned; I couldn’t help it. It was just too much. She was mad, there was no way I could lift this huge brass weight with just my balls.

Suddenly she stood again and smiled at me and said I could squat again. Sweat was running off my body; fear, nervous tension, anger and rage were all churning through me. I squatted and breathed a long sigh of relief; hope returning at the thought that perhaps she wasn’t insane after all.

She unclipped the weight, but left the parachute in place. She then tied another piece of thick string around the base of my sack, just above the parachute. Despite everything I felt myself begin to harden. She looked up at me and with a grin gave my hardening cock a playful but firm slap across its head. It made me harder still.

“You’re a horny slut aren’t you, look at this thing, I think it would spear me if I gave it half a chance.” She ran her fingers gently up and down my rapidly hardening cock.

Once again she moved behind me, but not before she gave my cock a couple of friendly firm pumps. 

I felt her playing with the parachute and string attached to my balls, then in a short time I felt the gentle pressure of something pulling on either the string or the parachute. It was not really painful, just mildly uncomfortable.

“Turn your head around honey, gently now though, I’ll hold things secure at this end.” She ordered.

I turned around very slowly and tried to make sense of what I saw. 

“ O.k. here’s how it works,” She smiled as she spoke and I felt the fear revisit my stomach. “The rope from the parachute is attached via this string to the weight.” She gave it a gentle twang so I’d know which string she was referring to.

“The other string is attached to this catch here.” She showed me a crude type of wooden peg. “When I sit the weight on the peg it stays where it is, but if you move backwards a little it will have the effect of allowing the peg to move slightly and pivot, which will cause the weight to drop down through the hole here, which will probably be very painful to those two little jewels between your legs! What do you think? You may speak briefly.” 

“Come on Sarah, It’s brilliant but this is just going a bit too far, you could permanently damage me, I’ve even heard of men dying when their balls have been injured too much!” I was scared, I felt like my legs were going to fail me, I’d never before felt so scared.

“I guess it will hurt a lot if the weight falls, but all it means is that you will have to learn a little self control. Now that’s enough talk from you, let me explain the game for you.” Again that nasty grin before she continued. “ I have added that little weight to the rope between the catch and your balls to remind you that you have got something attached to your balls, should you forget. Now turn around again and move forward a little.”

I very moved forward very slowly and gingerly until she told me to stop.

“O.K. lover that’s it. I am about to let go of these strings now, so keep still. Ready?” It was a rhetorical question and she did not wait for a reply before continuing. “That’s done then, just make sure you don’t move backwards at all and you’ll be fine!”

She came back in front of me and bent down on the thick-carpeted floor. She then took a roll of red insulating tape and made a line just in front of my feet.

“You are not to cross this mark, if you do I’ll whack your balls.” She looked up at me and smiled.

I kept very still.

“I am concerned with your staying power lately love. You seem to be loosing your load a lot quicker than you once did. I don’t know if it’s the effect of the changes we have made to our sex life or if it’s a biological thing. I suspect though that the problem is that your just getting too excited with some of the games we are playing together now. The sex is great, but I really do think you would enjoy it so much more if you could hold off a little, before shooting your load.”

“So tonight is going to be a time for some training. When we are ready I’ll set the clock going, and we will play for one hour fifteen. If by the end of that time you have managed not to pull away from me and have the weight drop we will call it an evening.” She gently caressed between my thighs as she spoke. “I have another treat tonight, Marie is going to join us!” She laughed as she saw my shocked reaction.

“So Marie will play with your cock for you and try to help you by making you come. When you get close to orgasm, and it must be close or your balls will suffer, you will tell me. As soon as you do Marie will stop stroking your cock and hold you with your foreskin stretched down so that the tip of your cock is accessible to me. The first time you are about to come I will flick each of your balls once with my second finger. I will then rub just the very tip of your cock for as long as I feel necessary for you to overcome the need to orgasm, then we start again.”

“I realize the need to orgasm builds as stimulation continues so the next time you say you are about to come I will flick each testicle twice, and so it will continue with an additional flick to each ball until time’s up. If you pull away then of course the weight drops. If you come before times up, despite our help, then we carry straight on as though nothing has happened for another additional thirty minutes with a lot of additional stimulation to the knob here.” With that she flicked the very head of my cock.” Like it so far?” She smiled up at me again.

Damn if I didn’t begin to feel myself stiffening slightly, though I was terrified of the weight.

“Yes Sarah, that sounds good to me.” I replied obediently.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

“I wonder who that could be?” She winked at me as she got up to answer the door.

I thought of Marie, she was one of Sarah’s best friends and a real tease. She loved to flash me as she crossed her legs whenever she was visiting. She was tall, like Sarah, with long shapely tanned legs and an hourglass figure. I’d seen her in a bikini and she had gorgeous small titties that just turned me on so much. I’d often dreamed of giving her a good fuck when she was teasing me, but I had never suspected my wife might have told her the intimate details of our sex life. Shit this was going to be an impossible evening for me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of two pairs of footsteps approaching the room. Suddenly they were both in front of me. Marie leaned into me and gave me a wet kiss, then pulled away and grinned at my awed reaction. She turned away and removed her leather coat. What I saw stunned me, she was dressed in high heals, and an eye-catching floral print thong bikini set. Her hair was pulled back and set in a ponytail. The floral print thong set and high heels made her look at once sluttish and fun, but at the same time with her smile she looked so maiden like yet coquettish. When she turned around I saw how much the thong rode up into her fantastically formed buttocks…this was going to be a wild evening I thought.

“Ready love?” Sarah asked,

I swallowed before replying. “I guess so love, but couldn’t we ditch the weight?”

“Uh-Uh.” She replied. “Now do stop complaining, we will just be a minute then we can get started.”

With that they both went over to the drinks cabinet and poured drinks for themselves, and I heard the sounds of them whispering together.

When they returned they carried a tray, upon which were a pair of nasty looking Clover clamps, a couple of chop sticks, some fishing weights, a small incense burner, a large pump bottle of water based lubricant and a small ice bucket, filled.

Sarah saw me looking at the clover clamps and answered my questioning glance.” Those are in case you want more help to prevent yourself from coming, don’t worry we’ll only use them if you ask us to.”

She walked off and shortly the lights I the room dimmed and some swirling evocative music gently filled the room.

Sarah sat on a chair to my left, her short skirt pulled up so I could see her panties every time she crossed her legs, while Marie made herself comfortable in a smallish chair right between my wide spread legs.

“Like a little drink before we start?” She asked me.

“Thanks.” I croaked.

She held a third filled goblet to my mouth and I gulped the wine down, relishing the sensation as it worked its way down my parched throat.

The next thing I knew was Marie reaching out and running a finger up the underside of my cock. I looked down at her and she smiled at me and licked her upper lip suggestively. Oh shit, I thought, how am I ever going to survive this night with my balls intact.

“Clock starts now.” Said my beautiful wife.

To Be Continued.



My Wife, My Mistress



If I had only known what I was getting in to I never would have done it. But I'm so far gone now I can't get out. 

The woman I married has me so controlled that I'm in this forever. 

Nancy, my wife of 10 years, has always been the object of my every fantasy. She has dark brown eyes, dark brown hair, and was, and I emphasize was, always a wildcat in bed with me. That is until she caught me in her friend Vicki's panties, sitting in front of the computer jerking off while I was thumbing through pictures of Vicki on a computer slideshow.

I didn't even know she was standing behind me until I had cum all over my hand and stomach while looking at the pictures.

"Did you enjoy that you jerk off?? " Her voice made me freeze. There was no covering it up, I was busted.

"I can't believe what I just saw" she said looking at me with those coal dark eyes staring right through me. 

The pictures of Vicki were still flashing on the screen. "No wonder you're always around when I ask Vicki over. Where the fuck did you get those panties?"

I was speechless. 

"Are they hers?" she asked. "Answer me dammit! Or maybe I should just call her and ask her if they're hers."

"No please don't do that Nancy" I finally stammered out.

I started apologizing profusely but she would have none of it. I had just betrayed her with thoughts of fucking her best friend.

"I don't know what to do Mike" she said, and turned and left the room. 

The next several days were very tense around the house to say the least. Finally, she called me one day at work and told me to meet her for a drink after work so we could figure this out.

My stomach was in knots as I walked in to the bar. I almost stumbled as I saw her, sitting with the shortest skirt on that I had ever seen her wear, with extremely high heels and a black lacy shirt that hugged every curve of her hot body.

"Sit down" she said authoritatively as I walked up.

"My feelings are hurt Mike and I'm mad as hell".

"I don't know if I can trust you anymore so I have to do what I have to do to make sure this goes no farther" she said, with me hanging on her every word. 

"Frankly I have felt very neglected lately. I don't deserve this shit your putting me through so here is the deal."

"Unless you want all of your friends, and Vicki, to know about your sick little episode, you will do exactly as I say from this day forward."

"If I say jump, you will ask how high. If I tell you I'm going out with my friends for the night, a weekend, whatever, you will simply give me the money I need to do it. Do you understand what I'm saying Mike?" she asked, again looking right through me with those smoldering eyes.

"Yes Nancy" I said. "Just please don't tell anyone about what happened."

"Let's see how well you understand Mike." She reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of black lacy panties...very small. "Go into the bathroom and put these on. Since you like wearing panties so much, you will wear them from now on."

"But Nancy, we're in a bar!" 

She got up as though she was about to leave. I asked her to sit back down and started walking towards the bathroom.

I went into the stall and pulled of my pants and underwear and slid on her panties. I couldn't believe this was happening and despite all, my cock was growing hard.

I walked back to the table and Nancy told me to sit beside her. 

"Do you have them on" she asked?

"Yes" I replied.

She reached over and rubbed my cock through my pants and felt my erection.

"Show me" she said.

"What??"

"Show me the panties. Open your pants and show them to me...now!"

Making sure nobody was paying attention, I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, and exposed the panties. She reached inside my pants and felt my now throbbing cock.

"You're so pathetic" she said.

"Now let me tell you what happens next. I didn't wear this outfit for nothing. You are going to get to watch me tonight as I flirt around and find a guy to have a little fun with. Do you understand?"

I felt the jealousy rising inside of me.

"Nancy, please don't" I begged.

"Just remember, this is all your fault Mike."

She then left the table, walked over to the bar, and immediately started talking to a guy at the bar.

I watched for the next couple of hours as they talked and laughed, sitting on bar stools facing each other. 

I watched them dance, some were slow dances and she would taunt me by putting her head on his shoulder and wink at me.

She finally pointed to the bathroom, indicating that I should meet her there. 

Outside the bathroom she informed me that she was leaving with him and I shouldn't expect her until much later.

"Nancy, why??" I asked. 

"Because it's time you learn what it feels like to be to hurt" she said.

"Oh by the way, don't you dare think of touching your cock when you get home...believe me I have my ways of knowing."

With that she turned and left. I watched as they left the bar, hand in hand.



My Wife, My Mistress



Chapter 1: How it started

Just as I was hanging up the phone my wife Zoe came in from the garage. "Guess what honey?" I asked her. Before she could answer I revealed what I asked her to guess. "Randy is going to be in town in a few days and he wants to get together." 

"NO!" Zoe cut me off from saying anything further. I was also taken back by how ferocious she was. "I will not permit that bastard to drag you into any further trouble."

My cute petite wife was often demure in her personality. Her current attitude was understandable considering who we were talking about, he was often the cause of quite the commotion both legally and illegally. On the other hand he was a lot of fun to hang around with. "How much trouble can he get me into in one evening?" I asked trying to figure a way to let her allow me to hang out with my former buddy. We haven't seen or even heard from him in three years since he moved away. Why he moved away has been much speculated over, most think it was because he committed some crime. 

"Karl, aren't you still on probation from the last time you thought that?" she would often answer my questions with a question when she wanted me to figure out the answer for myself. Often I would intentionally play dumb just to mess with her. After all it was a lot of fun watching her get all frustrated with me when she thought she could teach me something.

My wife didn't like Randy. She told me that many times before he split town and was elated that he left. What I never told her was that if it wasn't for him we would have never have met. He had dragged me to a party that I didn't want to go to, it was at that party that I met my wife. Because of that I felt that I owed him and the only payment he wanted was someone to have some fun with. "Nope. I have been off probation for a year and a half now. Besides, I thought it was a good idea at the time."

"A good idea?" Zoe asked in disbelief. "A good idea? How in this form of reality could you consider having a go-cart demolitions derby in a supermarket parking lot in the middle of the night a good idea? How?" She was already looking exasperated and our game had only begun.

"I think the fifth of whiskey we had consumed had something to do with that." Smiling I continued, "At least I never let him drag me into his womanizing schemes just his fun ones."

Her face turned red giving away that she was about to get very angry. "Then how do you explain that photo of you in bed with that whore?"

That photo nearly destroyed our marriage but luck prevailed and my wife didn't leave me over something that wasn't my fault. "I was too drunk to stay conscious when that photo was taken. You know I don't even remember seeing her at that party."

She used her words to stab at me. "And yet the two of you were curled up naked together." 

"We never had sex. Randy even confirmed that when you threatened to beat it out of him." Remembering how she held him by the front of his shirt in her left hand and in her right hand was a pen that she was threatening to stab him with nearly caused me to chuckle. My wife is very tinny compared to Randy and it looked quite comical.

"What was it that you told me that I could do to get even?" Before I could answer she continued. "Why would you let me have sex with someone else if it wasn't because you actually did sleep with that whore?" Her glare challenging me. The truth was that I found the idea of my wife sleeping with someone else to be a turn on but I just could not bring myself to tell her that.

"Why do you keep calling Karen a whore? She was one of your best friends." I said trying to change the direction of that question from our conversation.

"Was is the optimal word. Even with you been passed out drunk in that picture she wasn't. How dare she do that to me. Being part of a plot to drive a wedge between us. Unforgivable."

"She said she was sorry."

"Not only that." Zoe continued as if she didn't hear what I just said. "She posed for that picture to through off her husbands suspicions as to who the real father of her baby was."

"You mean?" I asked in surprise. Never once had I thought that her baby wasn't fathered by anyone other than her husband. Not long after that photo was taken Karen and Paul hit a rough patch in their marriage. I had always assumed it had to do with her pregnancy but not the way my wife just told me.

"Yes. That bastard friend of yours knocked her up. She told me all about how great his huge fat cock felt as it pounded his baby into her cheating cunt." I knew Randy liked to chase skirts, married or single, I just didn't know that he had gotten into Karen. 

"I always thought it was your panties he wanted to get into." As soon as I said that I could see my wife's nipples starting to poke through her bra and blouse. I had always thought she was attracted to him regardless of what she said.

"He tried many times." she told me. I could feel my cock starting to stir. She had told me about each time he hit on her and just how far he got on each of those times. I would pretend to be angry with my buddy when in reality I had hopped he would score at least once with my wife. On a few of those occasions I am sure he got further than what she would admit.

"So did he succeed?" I asked hopefully.

"No." She told me dashing my fantasy to just remain just that, a fantasy. "And you had better not go out drinking with him while he is in town either."

"If you don't trust us together so much why not join us and keep an eye on me?"

"Because I don't trust him. He would probably slip you a micky and then when he helps me get you home he would make his move. Already having liquored me up he may even succeed in getting that enormous cock into me. Is that something you want? An unfaithful wife?" I could tell that Zoe was getting a bit more turned on.

I had to swallow back the truth and lie, "No." A short lie I hopped would be more believable than a long one.

"Good because I don't plan on using that free indulgent you gave me."

Chapter 2: The Plan

A few days latter when I was changing my cloths after work my wife called out from our bathroom. "Karl, Honey, I think I may have found a way so you can see your old friend and I could be there without being their."

Confused. "What? I don't understand what you just said." 

Zoe walked out of the bathroom but she didn't look like herself. Her normal red hair was covered in a long blond wig and her eyes were no longer blue but green. That alone may not be enough to fool anyone that we knew but she also didn't dress the way she normally did. Her skirt was much shorter than any I have ever saw her in, so short that it didn't hide the straps from her garter belt that held up her stockings. She also had on a blouse that plunged down between her lovely breasts exposing lots of cleavage. A pushup bra must have been in play since her bigger than normal breasts looked even larger and helped make them look like they were about to spill out of her top. Patterned stockings with extra tall heals along with a lot more makeup completed her disguise. I barely even recognized my own wife.

"Wow." was all that came tumbling from my lips. 

Smiling my wife twirled around before asking, "You like?"

All I could do was node my head yes. Zoe was a beautiful woman and dressed like a slut she radiated sex and lust in buckets. I was helpless before her, drawn to her. Before I knew it I was standing in front of her pulling her to me. Before our lips could touch she pushed me away. "No." she said, "I don't want to mess up this outfit before I use it."

In my confusion of what she just said I was able to get out some words. "What do you mean?" I asked hopping to find out what was going on.

"It is quite simple really." Zoe smiled. "I am not your wife." She held up her left hand to show me that her wedding and engagement rings were no longer on her hand. I started to say something but before I got more than a syllable of a grunt out she continued. "I am Lola your mistress and I will be with you when you go and hang out with your dangerous buddy." 

"I have a mistress now?"

"Yes you do and we have incredible wild monkey sex. You fuck me behind your wife's back and she doesn't even know despite the fact that your wife and I are best friends."

It all just seemed to be just too weird. "Zoe..."

"My name is Lola." snapped my wife.

"You really aren't Eve are you?" Eve is my wife's identical twin sister. 

"No I am not her. Eve doesn't know anything about this." She stopped to ponder something for a moment. "Though it may not be a bad idea to get her involved in this. Just in case Randy fails to believe I really am Lola then Eve can play me, I mean your wife Zoe, to convince Randy that I am really Lola." Again she paused. This time she looked at me kind of funny. "This is getting kind of confusing isn't it?"

"Uh Ya. It is more than just kind of confusing." I answered being totally convinced that my wife had flipped her lid. But I was sure that I would forgive her if she would just let me use the hard on her slutty outfit was given me. Then a thought occurred to me.

"I think this is a wonderful idea. Randy wouldn't believe that I have a mistress. Pulling his leg like this would be some payback for all the shit he did to me."

"So you think we could pull this off?" my wife asked.

"Not sure but we might if you can keep up your smoking hot sex appeal in that outfit. It would distract him from the truth but it would also ... well ... nothing."

"Well nothing what?"

"I have never seen Randy make a move on a married woman in front of her husband but unwed girls he had no qualms in making a move on them in front of their boyfriends." Looking deep into my wife's eyes I just held her gaze for a few moments before continuing. "He will almost defiantly make a move on you if we do this."

I could almost see the excitement my wife was trying to hold back escape. "You think so?"

Sliding my hands up my wife's back I pulled her to me and whispered into her ear, "It is a distinct possibility and he will use that to his advantage."

As if trying to catch her breath she muttered, "How?" 

"He will count on me not stopping him unless I want him to let my wife know that I am fooling around on her with her fake best friend Lola."

Zoe pushed me away. "Fake?" she blurted out. "Do I feel fake?"

"No but you do feel like my wife dressed like a slut in a blond wig." I smiled.

"So I am a slut now? Am I?" Demanded my wife.

"Nope." I told her. "You would have to actually sleep around to be a slut. Right now you are one hell of a hot looking woman about to play a very dangerous game."

"How dangerous?" my wife asked suddenly unsure of herself.

"Let me ask you. How far are you prepared to take this deception?"

"What do you mean how far? All that is going to happen is that we get together, have some drinks and the two of you will talk about old times. The main reason I will be there is to prevent him from dragging you off to some stupid stunt. When he dose that is when I tell him that we have to get going. End of story."

Her simple expectation of what would happen if she did this caused me to chuckle. "What's so funny?" my wife demanded.

"That isn't how it will go down. It may start that way but he will try to separate you from me and take you back to his room and ravish your hot body. If he can't get you away from me he will try and make it a threesome."

Zoe started to look a bit flushed, "You think so?"

"Yep I do." I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "If you want I can make some kind of excuse for the two of you to be alone together?"

My wife gave me a perplexed look, "Why would you do that?"

"So that you can continue to lead him on." I told her. This time I kissed her on the lips in order to buy me some time to think. "Then when you get him all hot and bothered you can rip your wig off and denounce him and storm out." I know it was a lame excuse but I didn't think she would want to hear the truth that I was hopping that she would give it up to Randy. That she would let him take her back to his room so they could fuck each others brains out. 

Before my wife could realize what I really wanted I went on the attack. Pulling her to me I slid my hands down to her ass and squeezed her as our lips met. She began to melt in my embrace. Pulling up her skirt in back I slid my hands under it to feel her bare bottom. 

Zoe's eyes popped open and pushed me away. "No." she said. "I don't want to ruin this outfit this way."

"Then take it off. I really need to fuck you." I said as I tried to pull her back to me. My cock was rock hard and it was trying to rip through my shorts.

Reaching between her breasts Zoe began unbuttoning her blouse. "Fine. My pussy is ..." Pulling off her shirt, "I could use a good hard fucking too." She nearly moaned in a horse sexy voice.

It didn't take us long to finish undressing before I found myself between my wife's legs as she lay on her back on our bed. She still had on her garter and stockings. I had told her if they got ruined I would by her some new ones before we went out with Randy. 

Just as I was about to plunge my cock into her steaming hot cunt she stopped me and handed me a condom. "Here put this on quick." she panted. They were our only form of birth control. She went off the pill a year ago and we have been discussing about the possibility of starting a family. Tearing open the package I quickly rolled it on my hard cock and plunged deep into my wife almost in one motion.

"Oh yes. Fuck meee." Screamed my wife, or was she still pretending to be Lola. I didn't last long. I fucked her as hard as I could and we both came about the same time.

"O' God I love you." I told her as we clung to each other as we both came down from our sexual high.

"I love you to." She told me. We continued to just hold each other before she saw the time. "Oh my god. I got to get going or your wife will find us like this." She jumped up and raced off to the bathroom. 

Ten minutes latter Zoe came out wearing a simple summer dress looking radiant. "Hi honey I am home. Did you miss me." 

I didn't know what to say. It was her game and I was still trying to figure it out. She looked down my body and saw the used condom still on me. "You have been a naughty boy haven't you?"

"Huh?" I stammered.

Zoe let out a giggle that turned to laughter. Once she regained control of herself she said, "Come on get dressed, it is getting late and we haven't done anything about dinner yet."

Chapter 3: Gone Astray

A week latter when Randy finally made it into town, Zoe, dressed up as Lola, and we went to have dinner with him at the hotel he was staying in. As we walked into the restaurant Zoe asked me, "Are you sure you want to leave me alone with him?"

I looked down at my sexy wife all tarted up. "Do you think you can do it? I don't mean getting him all hot and bothered but the second part. The part when you turn ice cold on him and leave him with a pair of blue balls?"

Taking a deep breath more to steady her own nerves than need for more oxygen, "Yes I can." She didn't sound very convincing. 

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." She looked up at me her eyes moist, "What happens if I can't and ... you know?"

With my arm already around her I squeezed her to me. "Then you get to use that free pass we have talked about."

"Will we still be us if I do?"

"Sweetie, I love you no matter what. Besides right now you are Lola my mistress not my wife so ..." I just left it hang.

"Thank you." my wife said laying her head on my shoulder as we walked into the restaurant. 

"Hole fuck Karl. Who the hell is this tasty morsel?" Randy greeted us.

"Hey Randy." I greeted my long lost buddy. "This is Lola a friend of mine." I introduced my wife in disguise to my friend.

Pulling out a seat for my wife Randy said to me, "I thought that you were still married to Zoe. What happened for you to end up with this hot babe?"

Sitting down I said, "Zoe and I are still married."

"And you are banging this total hottie. My hat is off to you man." Randy said as he sat down. "I never thought you had it in you."

"So what you been up to these last few years?" I asked.

"I got this great job selling crap on the east coast and before you know it I am like regional manager."

"That's great." I said.

"Four months ago they rearranged the sales regions and they transferred me out here."

"Wow wonderful." I said, "We can hang out like old times." I can feel my wife tens up.

"Ya just like old times." he looked over at my wife. "Well maybe not quite like old time since you are banging this hottie I can introduce you to a few more."

"Zoe and I don't like to share." my wife chimed in.

Randy looked back and forth between the two of us for a moment before asking. "So Zoe is OK with you banging this hot chick?"

"She doesn't know."

"So how did you hook up with this babe?" 

Before I could answer my wife did, "Zoe is my best friend."

We ordered dinner shortly there after. Through the rest of dinner we chit chatted about the old days and what has happened since. During the dinner Zoe did try her best to get Randy to say something, anything bad about herself. Randy never took the bate and didn't say anything derogatory about my wife other than that he almost got her into the sack once but wouldn't elaborate.

Then my phone rang just before dessert was served, right on time. "Hello." I answered. After a brief conversation I put the phone away. "I am sorry." I told my companions at the table. "I have to cut this visit short. Have to take care of a problem down at the plant."

"Oh poo." Zoe said, "I was just starting to have fun." Picking up her glass she downed the last of her wine.

"Why let the evening end now just because mister party pooper here gets called away." Randy said to my wife.

Pouting she said, "Karl is my ride."

"Well if that is all you are worried about I can make sure you find your way safely to a nice warm bed."

"Oh your bad." Giggled my wife.

Getting up I pulled a few bills out of my wallet and tossed them onto the table. "That should cover our part of dinner."

Randy picked them up and handed them back to me. "Nope. Your money is no good here. Dinner is on me. Well, my expense account anyway."

"Are you sure?" I asked as Randy forced my money back into my hand.

"Yes I am. Now run off and fix what ever problem it is you have then go to that hot wife of yours and give her my best." 

"She didn't want me to be here tonight so I doubt giving her your best would be a very good idea." I told Randy then to my wife I held out my hand. "Well?"

"If it is alright with you I would like to stay and enjoy the rest of the evening." Zoe said keeping to her script. Leaning down I gave her a kiss then bid them both farewell.

Getting into my car I wondered how long it would be before Randy made his move and how far my wife would let him go before shooting him down. I was to wait here in the parking lot. She didn't think it would take more than an hour so I pulled out a book and began to read it to pass the time. That was till my phone rang almost an hour latter.

This time it really was my job calling me to fix an actual problem. Calling my wife I told her about what was going on and offered to give her a way out. I could drop her off at home before going into the office but she declined. "I have things well in hand." she giggled. "If I need a ride I can either call a taxi or my sister." I told her that I loved her and went off to work.

Three hours latter I found myself back home and my lovely wife wasn't there. I called her cell but it just rang and rang before going to voice mail. "Hi Honey, this is Karl. Give me a call when you get this." was all the message I left.




My Wife, My Mistress



Next I called my sister. "Eve, have you heard from Zoe tonight?" I asked her when she answered. 

"No. I thought the two of you went out with that bad friend of yours." She answered.

"We did but I actually got called into work and she said she was going to call you or a taxi when she blows him off."

"Ya she told me about your guys plan. Do you think it was a wise thing to do leaving her in his clutches?"

"He isn't really all that bad besides she keeps saying how she hates him."

"Do you really believe her when she says how much she hates him?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Haven't you noticed that when she talks about him that she starts to get turned on?"

"I didn't realize that she told you all that much about him."

"She is my sister, she tells me everything and I her. We have no secrets from each other."

"Well if you hear from her will you let me know?"

"Of course." She told me before hanging up.

I tried my wife's cell again. On the fifth ring she answered. "Are you alright? Do I need to come and get you?"

"No I am fine." she said in a sexy lust filled voice. "I think I am going to spend the night here."

"And where is here?"

"At the hotel you left me at silly. Don't worry. I am being well taken care of. See ya tomorrow my love." With that she hung up.

I sank down in the nearest chair with a silly smile on my face.

Chapter 4: The Morning After

The following morning I woke to find the bed next to me empty. I nearly panicked till I remembered what happened the night before. Taking hold of my wife's pillow I pulled it into my embrace and breathed in her sent. I missed her and hoped that she was alright and that our marriage was too.

I was feeling rather apprehensive. Could our marriage survive my fantasy? Was it my fantasy she was fulfilling and not some first step in leaving me? She had always claimed that she hated him but she had always looked as if she was turned on by him when he used to make passes at her before he moved away. Could she have been lying about never giving in to his advances and that her game as Lola just a way to hide it from me?

Pulling myself away from our bed I made my way to the bathroom and climbed into the shower. There I stood letting the hot water pour over me washing away my doubt till the water turned to ice. Getting out of the shower I dried myself and got dressed.

Wandering into the kitchen I grabbed some leftovers for breakfast since I didn't feel like cooking anything. As I consumed a chunk of cold pot roast and cheese my thoughts drifted off to my wife and what she said on the phone last night. I couldn't let those thoughts consume me and forced them from my mind.

After filling the void in my stomach I puttered around the house trying to fill the void in my mind. I didn't want to start thinking about if I really wanted my wife to live out my fantasy. We had never talked about it but I had given her hints over the years, the biggest was telling her that she could have a free pass after that photo of Karen and I surfaced. 

What I didn't want was for her to hide her affairs from me but to share them with me. I wanted to be a part of her being taken by other men. Not in a threesome or even siting in a chair in the corner but hidden so I could watch them not hold back for my sake. Then for her to welcome me back. I didn't want to loose her to anyone. I loved her and wanted to share my love with her.

Several hours after I got up I heard a car pull into the driveway. Looking out a window in the living room I saw it was my sister bringing my wife home. Opening the front door to them I saw that Eve had a devilish smirk on her face while my wife both glowed with the aftereffect of sex and had a guilty look about her.

As Eve came inside she gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "I told you that you shouldn't have left them alone." She then continued past me into the house allowing her sister to enter.

Pulling my wife into my embrace I kissed her fully on the lips. I could feel her melt into me as she kissed me back. When we finally parted our lips from each others I told her, "I love you." Zoe smiled and told me that she loved me too.

Still holding my wife in my arms I touched my forehead to her's and whispered to her, "I want to hear all about what happened after I left." 

Zoe's eyes went wide with panic as she responded, "You do? Are you sure?"

"Yes I told her." Letting go of her, "But first we must see to our guest." As I gestured to her sister.

As the three of us entered the living room I asked my sister if she and her husband have had any luck. Eve instinctively placed her hand on her belly. "No," she told us as she looked down with a hint of sadness, "we keep trying but nothing ... yet." 

"Did you ever go to that clinic I told you about?" My wife asked her sister referring to a local fertile clinic that a coworker told her about.

Looking back up at her sister she still had that sadness in her eyes. "They said I was in perfect health and that I am fertile." Taking a deep breath her eyes got a hard edge to them. "John refuses to go. I have scheduled three appointments," she held up three fingers for emphasize, "for him and each time he found some lame excuse for not going. Now he is telling me not to bother making another appointment for him. He keeps saying that we just need to keep trying and if it happens then it will and if not then it was not meant to be." 

Zoe sitting next to her sister put her arm around her and pulled her to herself. "I am sure it will happen. You would be a great mom."

Leaning her head on her sister Eve asked, "When are the two of you going to start a family?"

"Soon." Both my wife and I answered.

It was getting close to noon so we had a nice light lunch. We chatted about how our lives have been lately except for what happened last night. Latter Eve bid her farewell and headed home.

After getting rid of the green contacts she showered and changing back into her normal clothes. Zoe sat down with me in our living room. "Are you sure you want to know about what happened last night?" she asked unsure of herself.

"Before you do." I told her. "I want you to know that I still love you no matter what happened last night and it will not change what we have between us."

Looking down my wife said softly, "I don't know how last night could not change us."

"You didn't fall in love with Randy and want to leave me for him? Did you?"

Her head snapped up sharply, "No I most defiantly I did not fall in love with that pig." She was about to continue on saying something but her words stopped coming forth.

"But you did fuck him didn't you?" I asked trying to bring along the conversation.

Nodding her head she said in a soft voice, "Yes I did." 

"And?" I prodded.

Looking down she didn't want to make eye contact as she told me, "I loved it. His cock felt wonderful in me."

"You want to do it again don't you?"

"Sorry." she said. "He wants to take me out on a date tonight as Lola."

"So you didn't reveal to him who you really are last night?"

"Nope. As far as he knows he only fucked your mistress and not your wife."

"Are you going to go out with him tonight?" I asked my wife unsure as to what I wanted.

"Would you be angry with me if I went out as Lola again?"

"I am not married to Lola." I told her.

Zoe looked at me funny, "But I am Lola." She paused before continuing, "Are you saying you want a divorce?" I could see her eyes began to get moist.

"What? No!" I told her. "Just that ... Well our little game." Taking a deep breath I continued. "That free pass I gave you only extends to you and not to your ... How can I put this? As far as I am concerned my wife didn't cheat on me only my 'mistress' did. Since I am not married to Lola ..." I spread my upturned hands as I shrugged my shoulders.

Zoe smiled before letting out a short chortle, "Thank you. I think I know what you mean and thank you." Taking a deep breath she calmed herself, "I do need another new Lola outfit. Will you take me shopping?"

"Yes, I will." I told her. "But first I want to hear more about what happened last night."

Nodding my wife began her story. "Just after you left Randy made his move. Before I knew it I was up in his room making out with him. When you called with your real work problem he already had his dick out and I was giving him a hand job. After I hung up with you I took him in my mouth or at least tried too. He was too big.

"When I couldn't suck him all the way into my mouth he stripped me of my clothes and ate me till I pleaded with him to fuck me. Karen was right about how wonderful he felt in my cunt. I nearly passed out I came so hard."

"He was that good?" I asked. Zoe nodded her head. "Are we ... OK?"

"I .. What we have is special. When we make love it is wonderful. What Randy and I did was just sex. Good orgasmic sex but still just sex. I only love you." She looked me in the eye when she said that last bit.

"How many times did the two of you have sex?"

"Three times last night then once more this morning."

"And you want to see him again tonight?" Zoe just nodded her head yes. "Do you plan on spending the night with him again?"

"I loved the naughty feeling I got from sleeping with him last night. I want to feel like that again."

"Are you sure it isn't what his cock did to you that you want to repeat?"

"There is that too." my wife blushed.

An hour latter I found myself sitting outside a women's changing room waiting for my wife to try on her fifth dress. Each one shorter and more reveling than the last. Zoe emerged from the small cubical dressed in what could be described as a long strip of cloth that wound its way around her body reveling almost as much as it concealed. "I love it." I told her. I really did but I also wanted to get going. 

Zoe twirled for me so I could see how she looked in it from every angle. "You really do?" She asked. "You aren't just saying that are you?"

"No." I told her. "I am tempted to take you home in that and not let you out till my soldier can't stand up anymore."

My wife giggled. Smiling she said, "Zoe would never be caught dead in an outfit like this. Lola on the other hand would love it and maybe two more." Pulling up the hem of her dress, "I am going to need some sexy new panties to go with this and the other dresses." The contrast between her sexy nearly not there dress and her conservative baby blue bikini cotton panties was just too much and my cock tried to leap out of my pants and charge my wife. 

Dropping the hem of her dress she tossed her hair as she turned and disappeared back in the little changing room. I nearly followed her into the small room despite the warning on the door not to. 

My phone rang jerking me out of my lust filled trance. I answered it before I saw who was calling. "Hey buddy." Randy said through my phone.

"How did it go last night?" I asked him.

"I know why you bang that slut on the side." Randy said to me. "She was incredible in bed. I haven't had a fuck like that in a long time. Hope you don't mind I borrow her again tonight?"

"And if I say no?"

"Don't do that Karl. It is just some fun and besides you do have that hot redhead of a wife. You can spare your blond toy for another night can't you?"

"I suppose." I told him. "What's in it for me?"

"Well as long as I am banging Lola I won't be trying to get your pretty wife out of her panties."

"I don't think she would let you do that."

Chuckling Randy said, "You shouldn't have challenged me like that. I think I am going to get Lola to help me nail her best friend."

He already nailed my wife. Would Zoe consent to his plan? If so how would it happen. I nearly laughed out loud thinking how she would try to be in the same place as both Zoe and Lola.

"I am going to add Zoe to my score sheet. Who knows I might even get her to let you raise my brat."

Zoe exited her changing room looking sexy in another skimpy evening dress. "I need to go. Zoe is calling me. Oh and don't wear out our mutual friend too much tonight." I told him before hanging up.

"Who was that?" Zoe asked looking innocent and sexy.

"Lola's date for tonight." I told her. "He told me that he is going to work on Lola to help him seduce my wife."

My wife walked over to me rolling her hips in a sexy seductive way that I could never resist. Standing in front of me she bent down at the waist till our noses nearly touched. "Do you want Lola to set up your wife to get laid by that giant wonderful cock?" She ran her hand up my crotch feeling my hard cock. "I will take that as a yes." I nearly came in my pants as my wife giggled at my discomfort of trying not to loose my load.

Getting my breath under control I asked, "How will you pull it off?"

"I don't know yet but it will be fun working it all out." Letting out a little giggle she continued, "Or his cock into my married cooch."

Our next stop was to get some new lingerie after we bought three dresses, yes the wraparound ribbon dress was one of them. 

When we got home it was starting to get late and Zoe had to get ready for her date. Stripping naked she asked me to pick out Lola's outfit for the night. "Oh by the way." She called out to me just before stepping into the shower. "Randy never wore a rubber any of the times he fucked me and he came in me each time."

Stripping off my own cloths I ran after my wife and into the shower with her. Barging in I grabbed her and picked her up. Shoving her back against the shower wall my cock found its mark and sank deep into her looser than normal pussy. I nearly lost it on the first thrust.

"Oh god yes." Moaned my wife as I penetrated her. "Fuck me." She nearly screamed in a husky voice.

It didn't take me long before I could not hold back the flood gates and filled her full of cum. I stood there holding her against the wall as our lips met. 

"What was that all about?" My wife panted.

"If you are going to get pregnant I want at least a shot at being the father." I told her as I eased her back down onto her feet in the shower. Leaning against the shower's wall I tried not to slide down the shower. Not having had sex since night before we had dinner with my buddy and all this talk and him cumming in my sexy wife I just couldn't last any longer than I did.

"Even if I am or end up carrying Randy's kid I love you and never him." Zoe told me leaning her body against mine.

Holding her in my arms I told her that I loved her no matter what as we felt the warm water wash over our bodies.

A few hours latter I watched as she got out of the car and headed off to her rendezvous with her lover wearing that wrap around ribbon dress. As she approached the door to the hotel she turned and waved before throwing me a kiss. Then she vanished from site into the lobby. I waited for another ten minutes before I headed home.

On the way home I stopped and got some dinner at some fast food restaurant. As I sat alone at home eating my dinner my thoughts kept wondering to my wife. Will she end up pregnant by my old friend. Would he brag to me, as her belly expands with his child, that she joined the same club as her former friend Karen?

Both horny and jealous I relieved myself of the pressure in my balls as I pictured my wife and friend in the throws of passion. 

Drifting off to sleep I spent my second night in a row alone. How many more will it be before I get to spend it with my wife. I missed her the first night she wasn't in my arms. Tonight it was even worse. Knowing that my wife was taking his seed was both a turn on and upsetting at the same time. 

Chapter 5: It Goes On

Sunday morning came too soon and again I found myself still alone and rummaging for breakfast when the phone rang. "Hello." I said into the phone.

"Hi sweetie." My wife said. "How are you this morning?"

"Lonely for you." I told her.

"Aww." she said. "I am sorry. I will make it up to you I promise."

"Are you still with lover boy?"

"He is still asleep. I wore him out last night. Could you come and pick me up?"

"What time you want me there?"

"As soon as you can get here."

Panic tried to grasp my heart. "Is everything OK?"

"Ya I am fine. I just want to be with you." I could hear her take a deep breath. "We need to talk about what is next."

"What do you mean?"

"I will tell you when you get here. Hurry." She said just before she hung up.

In my panic I left my food where it was on the counter. Grabbing my shoes, wallet and keys I was out door to my car in record time. What did she mean? I kept asking myself. Was she going to leave me after all? What would I do if she did? I couldn't let her go. I loved her too much to let her go without a fight. 

By the time I pulled up in front of the hotel I was in a near panic attack. Then I saw her. She was trying to hide just outside the door trying to make herself look inconspicuous. Seeing me she came racing over to my car as I pulled up next to her. Opening the door she jumped in and told me to go as she closed the door.

In my panic I nearly floored the accelerator. Pushing my panic down I eased onto the brakes to slow us down before I lost control in the parking lot. "Are you all right?" Zoe asked as she removed her wig.

Trying to remain calm as I pulled out of the parking lot I answered that I was but it just came out as incoherent words. 

"Honey, you are not all right are you?" my wife asked with concern in her voice.

Shaking my head no I asked, "Are you going to leave me?"

"What? No!" She said. "What gave you that idea?"

"Is that what you wanted to talk to me about when you said what next?"

"No, that isn't what we needed to talk about."

"What then?"

Taking a deep breath she told me, "I told him that I would help him seduce Zoe." She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. "He wants to get her pregnant."

"He mentioned that on the phone yesterday."

Opening her eyes she turned to me, "So you don't mind?" 

"It is kind of late for me to complain now." Getting a better grip of my emotions, "The truth is that I have had a fantasy of you sleeping with someone else for a long time."

"You did? Why?" Looking down at her lap, "Is it ... because ... you really don't ... um ... love me." That last part came out with a catch as if she was about to start crying.

"No. I love you very much." I told her. "So much that I was willing to let you have more than me. To experience the pleasure that I can't give you."

My wife turned to me with moist eyes, "I love you with my entire heart and body. You are..." She faltered. "You are my soul mate. I ... I don't want to ever be without you."

"Do you want to stop this game with Randy?"

"We probably should but I don't know if I can." 

Feeling shaky and uncertain I asked, "Wha ... what do you mean? Why don't you think you can stop?" Swallowing I continued, "You aren't falling for him are you?"

She looked away and out the window, "Well ... no." She answered in a small voice.

"You are? Aren't you?"

Snapping back to face me she said forcefully, "No I am not. I ..." She faltered. "I just ... I think I am addicted to his cock." She blurted out and turned as red as her hair.

"How long have you had this ... um ... addiction for his ...?" I wasn't sure if I was ready for the answer.

"Since Friday night." My wife answered meekly. "I do have a confession to make."

My heart doped out from my chest, "What's that?"

"Don't know how to say this so I will just blurt it out." Zoe took a deep breath. "I have had the hots for Randy for a very long time and only held out because I didn't want to hurt you. And I didn't want to loose you like Karen lost Paul."

"I thought you hated Karen for what she did?"

"Not for fucking Randy. That only made me jealous. Especially after she bragged how big he was and how good he was."




My Wife, My Mistress



"Then why? The two of you used to be such good friends."

"Because of what she did with you." She answered with a bit of anger seeping into her voice.

"I told you that picture wasn't anything. I don't even remember it happening."

"There is more to it than just that picture."

"Hugh? What?"

"There was a video."

"What video?" I demanded.

"It shows you passed out, possibly drunk or drugged. Then Karen shows up and strips you naked. She starts playing with your dick and even though you are passed out your cock isn't asleep and responds. Once you were hard enough she starts sucking on your cock. When she felt that was enough she stripped naked in front of the camera climbs on top of you and impales herself on your shaft." Zoe paused and sighed angry. "The bitch fucked you and spat on our marriage. I couldn't forgive her for that."

"Oh." I said, "I had sex with Karen?"

"No you didn't." My wife snapped. "She fucked you. That was all it was."

"Well did she at least have an orgasm on my dick?"

"Yes she did." She yelled then after a pause burst out laughing.

Pulling into our driveway I asked, "So Lola is going to help Randy seduce my wife then?"

"Yes." She told me. "And they are going to succeed." 

Stopping the car in front of the garage door I turned it off and turned to my wife. Placing my hand on her belly I told her, "Last night I kept having a dream that Randy knocked you up and you would constantly tease me that it was him and not me who fathered the baby that was causing your belly to expand."

"How did that ... make you feel?" She asked hauntingly as if afraid of the answer.

"It turned me on." I leaned over and kissed her. "I want him to fuck my wife in our bed."

"Why?"

"I want to watch. I want to film it as he cuckolds me. I want to hear you screaming in passion for him to cum in you. To get you pregnant."

"OK." she said quietly. "I can do that."

Twice more over the next three days Lola and Randy got together to plot how they would seduce my wife. I had wondered how it would work if my wife and mistress couldn't be in the same room together. Zoe did tell me everything and I helped plot my wife's own seduction. 

Along with my part in the plot I was able to figure out how I was going to film my wife. I couldn't just take a couple of camcorders and hide them in the room. Too obvious. Then I hit on it. A teddy bear camera. I remember a guy I worked with telling me how he used one to keep an eye on their nanny. 

Looking into nanny cams I found that there was several different kinds. I found an alarm clock that worked not just as a camera but the clock as well so I bought it. There was a book with a boring title so I got that as well. A fire alarm that served both functions and even a teddy bear. All had the ability to broadcast their signals to a computer I had hidden in another room. 

When I was placing them I had Zoe rolling around on the bed and even walking around our bedroom so I could get the best coverage possible with the cameras. I had also gotten a few more for the living room and the kitchen. In the bedroom I also setup a microphone so I could record my wife's moans of passion. 

The plan was for Randy to call and get invited over for dinner. Zoe would normally not have consented but with her best friend Lola working on her she relented and the following Thursday we had Randy over for a nice dinner. He brought a nice bottle of wine that didn't last through dinner. Another bottle of wine from our own collection was sacrificed to the cause.

Zoe had pretended to let the wine seem to have the effect of mellowing her out towards Randy. The truth was that she was willing to jump him the moment he walked into our house. Throughout dinner she seemed to warm up and defer to Randy. First her severe expression she wore on her face faded to a warm smile. The casual touching became more intimate by the time dinner was over.

By the time we moved to the living room I was really feeling drowsy. I had imbibed several glasses of wine but not enough for me to be feeling this sleepy. Sitting in my easy chair I looked over at my wife and Randy on the couch. Zoe was giggling as Randy whispered something to her. His hands seemed rather close to a few intimate parts of Zoe's body.

I don't know how long I had been out but when I come too I saw my wife wearing just her panties as she squatted on the floor between Randy's legs trying to swallow his large cock. She was able to get only about a third of it into her mouth. She was slowly stroking the lower parts of his dick she couldn't get down her throat. Occasionally she would lick up the base of his cock. 

Feeling drowsy I drifted off to sleep again. I had dreams of my wife having sex with Randy and other men. Latter when I was viewing the video I realized that I should have been able to hear my wife's moans and screams of passion. 

The next thing I experienced was pain and blinding light. Blinking my eyes I realized that the morning sun was blasting me full on the face. My head was pounded from within. I have had hangovers before and the last time I had one like this was the morning after that picture of me passed out with Karen was taken.

I needed to move. The light in my face was not comfortable but my bladder was even worse but I could not will my body to respond.

The light dimmed and it took a moment before I realized what had blocked the sun from my eyes. The silhouette of two people stood between me and the window next to the front door. Focusing my vision I realized that the two silhouettes were my wife and Randy locked in an embrace. 

Their embrace ended as Randy turned to the door and my wife followed on his arm. Pulling open the door he turned and whispered to my wife something that I couldn't hear causing Zoe to giggle. I think Zoe answered yes before giving him another kiss but this one much shorter than the one they shared in the embrace moments before.

Closing the door behind her lover my wife sauntered over to me. I was finally able to see what she was wearing, one of my old dress shirts and nothing else I was soon to find out. Straddling my legs she kneeled on my chair in front of me. "How are you feeling this morning my darling husband?" she purred.

"I feel like shit." I crocked.

Zoe's expression went from happy to concern and fear. Her eyes moistened. "Is it...? I am so sorry." She sank down on me, her face buried in my chest she began to weep.

Wrapping my arms around my wife I told her, "I think that bastard drugged me last night."

My wife quickly sat up, her tears had stopped as sudden as they started. She wore a startled look, "He did? I thought you were just playing your roll very well." Zoe sat there looking me over before continuing, "So you aren't upset that I slept with him last night?"

"No." I told her as I looked her over. She sat there on my lap facing me with my dress shirt stretched tight over her generous breasts, her legs exposed almost all the way to her hips. "I did wake up long enough to watch you give him head before I fell back asleep."

Zoe's face softened into concern. "Are you going to be OK?"

"I think it is the same drug he used on me before. I will be fine soon enough. First I need to really use the bathroom. Can you help me up my love?"

Smiling Zoe slid off my lap and yanked me out of my chair. Pulling me to herself our lips met in a kiss that sent sparks through my body. It was a reminder of how much I loved my wife. 

After using the bathroom and freshening up a bit I called work. My boss wasn't too happy that I called in sick but I wouldn't have been any use today the way I felt. Water was what I wanted and lots of it along with some aspirin before I crashed. 

When I woke again I saw Zoe wearing some nice sexy lingerie as she made up her face. Noticing me watching her my wife turned to me and smiled hopefully. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes I am." I answered in truth. "You look like you are getting ready for a date."

"I am." Zoe responded. "Randy wants to take me out tonight. Then fuck me some more." She giggled when she said that last bit.

Getting up I walked over to my wife and standing behind her I wrapped my arms around her nearly nude body. "When do I get my wife back all to myself?"

"Soon my love." Twisting her neck Zoe looked up at me. "I want to continue this for a while longer. Can I please?" she pouted.

I looked deeply into her blue eyes and fell into them. I always do. "How can I say no to you?" I kissed her on the forehead. My hands slid further down her body over her lace covered breast till I came to her belly. I rested my hands there and wondered if I was going to feel her belly expand with another man's child. Was it to late to prevent that? I wondered. Probably was I told myself as I gave the woman I loved more than life itself permission to continue with her affair. I just hopped it would end soon.

Not much latter she left for her date. I stayed home to check what the hidden cameras caught the night before. Sitting in front of the computer it felt rather odd watching myself sitting in my chair as I dozed off. Not long afterwords Randy was helping my wife out of her cloths and his own.

I had wondered if when I saw Zoe giving Randy that blowjob if it was really happening or if it was a dream. Now I know that it really did happen. I felt a bit cold and distance from my body as if I was watching myself watch the video of my wife sucking on Randy's cock. Her in only a pair of skimpy black panties, her long red hair bobbing up and down on his phallus. 

The view was mostly from behind as I watched Randy's body tighten up then relax. Zoe lifted her head a moment latter and turned so that I, the camera, could see her. She had a smile on her face that was dripping with Randy's cum. Standing up Zoe turned to fully face the camera as she licked her lips. Turning back to Randy she offered him her hand and a lust filled smile. Randy took her hand and she helped him up. Together they headed off to our bedroom.

The cameras in the bedroom showed them walk in with my wife on Randy's arm. As they walked up to the bed Zoe playfully pushed Randy onto our bed then turned and headed off into our bathroom. Moments latter she exited, her face no longer covered in Randy's cum.

"Don't you think you are a bit overdressed?" Randy asked my wife.

Zoe gripped the sides of her panties and pushed them off as she bent over. Standing up she stepped out of her panties and asked, "Is that better?"

"It is a start." Randy told my wife as he took in her nude body. She did have a magnificent boy and worked out several times a week to maintain it. His cock began to twitch alive. "You will look even better sitting on my cock."

Climbing onto the bed Zoe asked, "Do you think that thing will actually fit in me?"

"I am sure of it." Answered Randy. "I have yet to find any woman it would not fit into. If they are wet enough." Reaching between my wife's legs he felt her pussy. "And you my darling is dripping wet. Can't wait to go for a ride on my magical pole of orgasms?"

Straddling Randy's legs she grasped his cock in her hands and massaged it till it grew back to its full size again. "Yes I do. I want to feel what Karen did and ..." Walking up further she aimed his cock at the entrance to her bald pussy. Looking down she continued, "Maybe you should have a condom on that magnificent man meat before you enter me or I might give my husband your baby like Karen did."

"I don't have any problem with that." Randy said as he grasped my wife by her hips and pulled her down on his shaft. 

Zoe let out a deep moan of pleasure as she was impaled on Randy's large cock. "Oh yes." She gasped. Once fully imbedded with his cock in my wife, she looked down at Randy and placed her hands on his chest. "You are a naughty man willing to impregnate your best friend's wife." She smiled.

"No more naughty than you riding my cock." Randy told my wife as she began to bounce up and down on him. He still held onto her hips more as a place to put them than any other reason. 

"Oh my god." moaned my wife, "I have wanted this for so very long."

"Then why did you wait for so long?"

"I .. I couldn't before ... now. ... He is ... fucking ... my ... best ... friend ... Lola." She panted out between moans before she screamed in pleasure as she came.

"You know about her?"

"Yes." she answered hoarsely. "He cheats on me, I cheat on him."

But I thought to myself she is Lola. Or is that just her excuse to tell him so that he doesn't learn of my involvement in him fucking my wife.

"Are you willing to give him my baby for cheating on you?"

"Yes." Screamed my wife as she came again.

"Then here comes my seed." he grunted as he bucked up and pumped my wife's womb full of his seed.

When the two naked lovers collapsed on the bed in each other arms Randy told my wife, "I have been fucking Lola too." Zoe looked up at him. "If I have my way both of you will have my babies. Serves the bastard right for keeping two such beauties from me for so long."

Zoe chuckled as she nuzzled back into Randy's embrace. 

It didn't take Randy all that long before he was ready to go again. This time they fucked in several different positions before he came in my wife again. Twice more he took her that night.

After watching as much of the video I could before my eyes became too heavy to stay open I went to bed. Some time in the night I had a dream that my wife climbing into bed with me and cuddling her naked body against mine.

The next morning I learned that it was no dream. My wife was in my arms and she felt great. "I love you." I told my sleeping wife as I pulled her into my embrace. Giving her a kiss on her lips her eyes fluttered open.

"Welcome home my love." I told my now awake wife.

"I love you to." She told me. "Make love to me."

Our lips met as my hands roamed lightly over her body. When my fingers found the wetness between her legs I was instantly hard. Rolling on top of my wife I easily entered her. She was extremely wet. Squishy wet.

My pace was slow at fist as I built up my speed as I fucked my own wife. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and held onto me tightly. It wasn't so much fucking as we were expressing our love for each other. I wish I could say that I lasted a long time and given my wife as much if not more pleasure as Randy had done. I can't but Zoe did have an orgasm when I did. 

"I am so glad you are my husband." Zoe told me. "I love you with all my being."

We held each other in our arms and stared deeply into each others eyes. An eternity could have passed and we would not have noticed for as long as we held each other it wasn't long enough.

Latter that day Zoe told me, "Randy wants to have a threesome with me and Lola."

"Huh?" I said, "How would that be possible to pull off?" How in deed. Both women were the same woman.

"I was thinking..." she paused. "Maybe if I ask Eve."

"I don't think she would go for it. She seemed to not like what we were doing."

"She would." Zoe told me. 

"She tried to warn me about letting you and Randy alone together."

Zoe nodded her head. "Eve likes you. She doesn't want you to leave me."

I didn't know what to make of that. Sure Eve was nice and the spitting image of my wife but why would it matter to her that much if I left her sister. I know I didn't feel that way about my sister's husband. Some times I wish she would dump that bastard.  

Lowering her head as if in shame Zoe continued. "It wouldn't be the first time we shared a man."

That caught my attention. "Huh?"

"Every major boyfriend we ever had and some really good lovers too we have shared."

What she just told me started trickling through my head. Every major boyfriend. Did that include myself? It must because she chose to say yes to me and marry me. The same with John and Eve. "So dose that mean? Wait! That can't be right. I never slept with Eve."

"Yes you have." Zoe said without looking up.

"What? When?"

Zoe looked me dead in the eye. "Not long after you asked me to marry you Eve and I arranged it to so that the two of you had a night of sex together."

"What?" I said in disbelief.

"She said it was the best night of sex she has ever had. Even better than with John and I can believe that since we did the same with him. He is kind of a dud. Not to mention small."

"I can't believe what I am hearing." Turning around I walked off to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. Ripping the cap off I downed it in one long gulp. Setting the bottle on the counter I grabbed another and walked back into the living room where my wife still sat looking unsure of herself. "How the hell? No! Why the hell would you two do something like that?" I demanded.

"Well ...." she started. "We are twins and ..." taking a deep breath she paused for a moment. "We are used to sharing everything. Clothing, we never had our own till we each got married. Toys the same. The first time we ever shared a guy well it was an accident. We both liked him and he couldn't tell us apart. We latter learned that he was a pig."

My wife looked away. "I am sorry."

Taking another swig of beer. "So you want to share Randy's big cock with your sister?"

"Is that really so bad?" Zoe asked hopefully.

"That depends on if John is on board. It is one thing to let you do it. It is another to ask your sister to betray her husband."

"I don't think he would go for it. He is rather possessive of Eve."

"You think so. He got rather pissy when she asked me to fix a few things when he was out of town a few months ago." I sat down.

"I know." She said. "He doesn't feel the same about himself. He has cheated on her and even came onto me several times."

"I guess that changes a few things." I took another sip of my beer. "So who plays who if she says yes?"

My wife walked up to me with her hands on her hips, "Just like that you are going to give in?"

"I don't really like it but at the same time it kind of turns me on."

I started to take another sip of beer but my wife snatched it out of my hand. "I knew it. You really are a special kind of pervert."

"A special kind of what?"

"Pervert." She then took a swig of my beer. "I bet you told me that I could sleep with someone not because of that picture with you and Karen but because it excites you. Doesn't it?"

I had to admit it. The girl wasn't stupid. I liked that. Stupid girls just didn't do it for me. I liked to have someone I can talk to that understood what I was saying without having to stop every few phrases to explain it to them. "Yes it dose." I admitted.

"No wonder you haven't been bent all out of shape about me sleeping with Randy as either myself or Lola. You got off on me cheating on you." Turning away from myself she stalked over to the couch and plopped herself down unladylike.

"You don't love me do you?" Zoe said before she began to sob. My beer was forgotten as it slipped out of her hands and spilled itself first on the couch then the floor.

I found myself kneeling on the floor in front of her trying to pull her into my embrace but she kept trying to push me away. "God dammit Zoe. I do love you." I snapped at her.

"Then why?"

"I don't know. I must have a crossed wire in my head or something. But I can tell you one thing." Standing up I took a deep breath then sat on the couch next to her ignoring the beer I just sat in. "When I see you having fun it gives me joy. When I think of you having an orgasm more intense than what I can give you I feel that you deserve it and I am happy for you." 

Finally I got her in my embrace and pulled her to me. "Your happiness and pleasure brings me happiness and pleasure. I love you more than my life." I told her.

Chapter 6: The Sister Gets Involved

The next morning after getting home from running some errands I found Eve's car in the driveway. Not long after I got into the house Eve came walking out of the master bedroom wearing a white transparent babydoll nighty, thigh high white stockings along with high healed slippers along with the blond wig and green contacts. My eyes devoured her sexy body. I was amazed at how close my wife and sister looked even though they are twins. 




My Wife, My Mistress



When I came home tonight, I knew something was different. There were candles alight everywhere I could see. My wife, Bailey, greeted me at the front door. She was wearing a loose, short skirt and a tight silk blouse that hugged her curves. My Bailey isn't any stick figure, anorexia poster child model type. She has curves, to the tune of 38DD breasts and a 40 inch ass, divided by a 32 inch waist. Her body was lush and inviting, and I deeply enjoyed exploring every inch of it. When she walked toward me, her hips were swinging in an exaggerated way, just screaming sexual delights to be had. "Hi honey." She came close and I could smell the shampoo she had used on her hair. "Why don't you put your things down and come in the living room. I have a surprise for you." My pulse was racing, and my dick was already hard in my pants, tenting out the khakis I was wearing. She saw it and grinned, pulling me by my hand to the couch where we sat down. Her blouse was tight, and I could see her wonderful tits spilling out of a lacy black bra. Her breasts were large to the point that very few small lacy bras fit, and the ones that did had a bad habit of letting things pop out. She saw me looking at her chest and laughed. "Is that all you think about?"

I deliberately looked up and down her body. "No, that is definitely not all." I licked my lips excitedly and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away from me and put a finger on my lips.

"Not yet. Not tonight. Tonight is going to be different." She stood now and looked down at me. "Tonight is about me. You are doing to do what I ask, when I ask. You are going to spend this evening pleasuring me. If you do a good job, I may reward you." She had my complete attention. This sort of soft dominance made me incredibly aroused. "Do you agree to this? It is your last chance to say no."

She knew better. I would never have said no to that, and I looked up into her eyes. "I agree ... mistress." Her eyes flared when I called her that.

"Good boy. Let's get started. First, I want you to strip out of your clothes. Fold them neatly and put them on the chair in the corner. While you do that, I'm going to go and get a few things." She turned and left, hips swaying. My hands were trembling now as I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. I quickly took off my belt and unbuttoned my pants, dropping them to the floor. I was in only a pair of boxers now, and they quickly came off, despite having to work around my hard cock, which caught the waistband as I took them off. I could already see precum shining on the end of my dick, and I swirled it around the head with my forefinger.

"I thought I told you to fold those clothes, not to play with yourself." Her voice, stern and slightly disappointed, came from behind me.

"I'm sorry, mistress. I was distracted."

"Yes, I can see that. Now do as I asked." She stood with her arms crossed under her lovely breasts, highlighting them even more than they were before. She saw me looking and laughed while she opened one button on her blouse, exposing the black lace and the smooth, rounded tops of those wonderful tits. "Your little indiscretion will cost you a chance at these for a while." She pulled one of her breasts out of the bra and tweaked the nipple, making it hard almost immediately. "A pity, too, as I was hoping to have you suckle these first." She tucked her tit back in and smiled at me. "Your loss, I think." I had stopped moving. "Finish your job, now." A hint of iron in her voice let me know not to dawdle any more. I folded the clothes and came to stand in front of her, my cock pointing at her waist.

"I'm done, mistress. How can I serve you now?" I knew how to play this game, and I loved doing it.

"I think we need to seal your submission to me this evening. Turn around." I did so, and a silky piece of cloth was tied over my eyes. "There, that is the first step." First step? I wondered what else she had planned for me. She guided me to the couch. "Now, please bend over and put your head on the arm of the couch." I comply quickly. I can feel my ass cheeks parting slightly as I do, and her fingers quickly open them up further. "Very nice. Now, wait a moment. I can hear her walk away and return. The sound of a cap on a bottle popping open comes next. Her fingers return, this time with cold lube on them. I gasp and I can feel my sphincter clench. She laughs with a note of excitement in her voice. "I would relax if I was you, or this next part may not be all that fun." I try to breathe normally and relax, but my level of horniness is making that very hard. Nonetheless, I manage to unclench and relax. "Much better." Her slippery fingers center on my asshole, probing around and liberally coating the area. I feel a little push at the center of my sphincter and a finger slips inside me. I gasp at the sensation. She moves the finger around the ring of muscle, almost like she's trying to open a stubborn drawstring. I moan at this. She's stretching me and soon I feel a second finger go in. They pull almost all the way out and hold for a moment and then push back in, this time carrying a dollop of the cold lube into my rectum. The cold makes me clench around her fingers and she laughs while she moves them around inside me. Then the fingers come out. 

I can hear her pick something up, and very quickly, I feel something pressing at my ass again. Lubed and loosened, I open up quickly and something long slides into me. It is curved at the tip, and as I feel the base come to rest on my asshole, it is gently prodding my prostate, making me groan again. She chuckles and come around to me. "You may stand now." I do, and I feel the thing inside me push gently at my sensitive spot, making my dick twitch and more precum spill out the tip. "Ooh, that's lovely." I feel her finger gather up some and then I feel the same finger at my lips, feeding it back to me. She reaches behind my head and releases the blindfold. "That's enough of that for now. I am going to want you to see clearly what you are doing when you are pleasuring me." She pauses a moment. "Maybe standing isn't such a good idea." She shows her other hand and there is a small black box, like a key fob in it. Her thumb presses a button, and suddenly, the thing inside my ass begins to vibrate, putting more sensation on me. The sensation is so intense, my knees almost buckle. She sees this and laughs. "Yes, I think kneeling might be wise. I do as she instructs and another click on the instrument and the vibration stops. "So you see, I have control over you now." She smiles. "Remember that while you are doing your work this evening."

"Yes mistress, I will remember." My breath is coming rapidly and the precum is streaming out of me, a side effect of the prostate stimulation. She reaches down and smears it on her palm and jacks my dick a couple of strokes. I almost shout at the sensation and my hips move to try and prolong it. She lets go and steps back.

"That's enough for you for now. Now, it's my turn. She stands in front of me, my face at the level of her crotch. She slides her hands up inside her skirt and slips off her underwear. They're gray cotton, and I wonder why she didn't wear the matching black lace ones. She holds up the panties and shows me - the heather gray makes the large wet spot on the front show up like a spotlight. "Now see what you are doing to me?" She puts the wet spot up to my nose and I can smell that musky smell of her pussy and my arousal hits a new peak. I push my face into the panties, and she pulls them away. "Why have those? You can go to the source ..." she flips up the front of her skirt, exposing her freshly shaven cunt to me, "... later." She drops the skirt and I exhale in disappointment. My wife, my mistress, knows how much I love to eat her pussy. I'll spend an hour just slowly exploring her with my mouth and tongue. By the time I'm done, she's usually so exhausted she asks me just to jack off and come on her belly and tits. For some reason, that seems to be a great ending for her (and me too). But for now, she's not letting me get near that honey pot and my face reflects my frustration.

"Oh, were you looking forward to that? I think I have something else you will like as much." She takes the ottoman and pushes it up to the couch and then climbs on it, facing me. I can see up her skirt and my mind is whirling with thoughts of burying my face in her twat. She then turns and faces away from me, gets on her knees and presents her ass to me. She looks around at me and says, "Why don't you start here." With that, her hands part her soft ass cheeks and her crinkled brown asshole is open to me. I have such an oral fixation and I love sharing it with my wife. I love analingus almost as much as I love cunnilingus. The forbidden, dirty feel of it just makes my heart race. She loves it too - she always complains how she feels so dirty doing it, but every time she gets the chance, she loves me to lash her sphincter with my tongue. I look excitedly at the first gift she has given me tonight and I dive in. I start by licking up and down the length of her crack. I gently gloss over the asshole the first time or two. I can hear her groan a little each time I pass it by. Finally, I stop and begin working in earnest. I lick at it, over and over, relishing the slightly sweet, slightly musky flavor. Once I have enough saliva coating her asshole, I start to probe with my tongue. First I push gently, then more insistently. Finally, I slip my tongue in her ass and she pushes back burying my face in her soft sweet ass. I piston my tongue in and out and she begins breathing harder. She releases one of her cheeks and I can tell her hand is moving down to her pussy and starting to massage her clit. It doesn't take long before she's yelping in little gasps and I feel her sphincter clinch on my tongue as her muscles tighten when she comes. I pull my tongue out and start to trail down to her pussy when she clicks the control and the prostate massager turns back on. This takes all my attention and she climbs forward and turns over to sit and look at me. My back is arched and I'm sitting on the heels of my feet, using them to push her toy deeper in me, putting more pressure on that sensitive spot inside me. She watches me for a minute or two and turns it off again. She then sits back on the couch observing me as she composes herself.

After a moment or two, I catch my breath and look up at her. "What else can I do to please you, mistress?"

Her eyes flash as she looks at me, an expression of haughty disdain on her face. "Feeling greedy are you? Want more and more from me?" She moves forward to the edge of the couch and regards me coolly. "I was going to let you fuck me for doing such a nice job eating my ass. Now, though, now that you've spoiled that with your selfishness, I'm going to have to think of something else." A slow smile spreads across her face. "I have the perfect idea. You may even win a little reward if you your part properly." She reaches behind her and pulls out her tiny fingertip vibrator. She edges her body so that most of her ass is off the couch. She motions for me to come forward, to kneel between her legs. I do so as she starts the vibrator and begins gently strumming it on her already engorged clit. Her eyes are already getting distant when she looks at me. "You need to get closer." I move up until my face is right in front of her pussy, She sighs and puts her legs on my shoulders, her knees bent out to the side. Her entire vulva is spread out before me, lewdly exposed, and the exposure runs down her taint to her asshole, which is also exposed. I think of all the fun I could have like this, but I know better than to do anything I'm not told to do. She's been known to stop playing if I quit obeying, and I'm having far too much fun to let that happen now. "MM," she moans, "put a finger in me, now."

I lift my hand and realize that there are a few places a finger could go right now. "Where does my mistress want my finger? Your cunt? Your ass?" I know I'm being a little impertinent using that language and teasing her, but I think I can get away with it.

She hisses, "Both, now, damn it!" Her head lolls back as she begins attacking her clit in earnest with the vibe. I slide my right index finger in her pussy, which is now slippery with her thick lubrication. I swirl around to gather a little up and pull it out and apply her own wetness to her asshole. My finger slips in easily and she groans as she feels it. My left index finger goes into her and starts massaging her G-spot. This elicits a cry from her. She takes her finger off her clit and looks at me. "When I come, I'm going to squirt. If you are a good boy and catch it all, I may let you come tonight." I thought this was what she was heading for and I duck my head to her vagina, and get ready. Her squirt comes out of her between her clit and her pussy, but with my finger in her, there's not a lot of space for my head. I pull my hand downward, which increases the pressure from my fingertip on her spongy g-spot. Another moan accompanies this. There's just enough space now, if I tilt my head, to cover her opening with my mouth, and I do. My right finger is pistoning in and out of her ass, and I slip a second finger in, stretching her out a little. Her moans are getting higher pitched and I can tell she is close. "Oh god, I'm going to come! Fuck, this is going to be a big one." I can feel her cunt clamping down on my finger as her orgasm approaches and her sphincter tightens up too. Then her muscles all contract and she starts coming.

I pull out my fingers and push my head into her, covering her vulva with my mouth, licking and sucking, I feel the first jet immediately and my heart is beating so fast I can hardly stand it. The feel of the squirt on my tongue, the slightly bitter taste, all get me so excited that I start to tremble. I redouble my effort sucking and licking at her pussy when she squirts again and again. Most of it I swallow, but a little gets in my beard and mustache. After a few more moments, she takes her finger off her clit and some part of me realizes she's turned it off. I am still scrabbling for any more liquid when she gasps "Stop, stop" and pushes my head away. I lean back and I can feel her juices dripping off my face. I lick my lips and taste her again. She looks at me with eyes drugged by her orgasm, and asks, "Did you get it all? Were you a good boy?"

I smile and bob my head. "Yes, mistress, I did get it all."

She beckons me to come closer. "I see a little left on your face, but there's no wet spot on the couch or the floor. Yes, I think you have done well. I think I will give you that reward." She has me come closer and pats a spot on the couch beside her. I sit down, which pushes the vibe in me against my prostate and it feels almost unbearably wonderful. My dick is as hard as I've ever felt it, almost painful. Bailey rolls off the couch and faces me. She moves between my thighs and her hand reaches out and grasps my cock. Using my own precum as lube, she starts stroking my dick, jacking me off. I'm so aroused already that I might cum any moment now. Just as I start to feel my orgasm rising, she stops her stroking and watches me as a mewl in frustration. She simply smiles and moves in quickly and engulfs my cock in her mouth. At the same moment, she turns on that vibrator in me once more. If I managed to last more than a second or two I'd be surprised.

My orgasm exploded out of me and I nearly howled when it did. The vibrator and her mouth and the exquisite build up to this moment all combined to make me cum like a volcano erupting. It got so intense that I almost blacked out and I finally had to push her away from my cock. She pulls back, primly licking her lips and smiles wickedly at me as she turns off the vibrator in my ass. She then leans back and looks at me. I realize that except for her panties, she is still as clothed as she was when I came in the door.

"So," she says, and I can hear a note of uncertainty in her voice, "was that OK?"

I smile at my wife, my mistress, my love and tell her, "Yeah, that was more than OK. That was magnificent."



My Wife, My Mistress Ch. 02



There was a clock affixed to the far wall, and I made a point of mentally recording our start time, 20.55. That meant I had to hang in until 22.10 without moving or coming. It doesn’t sound like a long time, but I was primed for orgasm already and 1 hour 15 was going to be a lifetime.

Marie sat there running just one finger slowly up and down the underside of my cock, which was rapidly stiffening. It wasn’t really what she was doing to me that was causing me to stiffen so rapidly; it was the situation as a whole. My pretty wife watching me, dressed in black, and waiting patiently for me to ask her to help me. Only being able to guess at the pain I might soon be begging for.

“I think he’s going to be needing your help very soon Sarah,” Marie said with a smile, “Just look how big he is already.”

A drop of precum oozed from the tip of my cock.

“Think I should help him out Marie?” My wife asked innocently. “He’s your toy, play with him how ever you want.” Marie replied, looking up at me. Her smile was gone and what I saw in her eyes, made my balls try to shrivel in their sack. Though my excitement had been mounting, the small drink they had allowed me had helped open up my logic circuits. I had it figured. They were just trying to scare me, there was no way that Sarah would risk having me permanently injured, she’d never let me get to the stage where I had to pull backwards and risk the weight damaging my nuts.

Sarah stood up from her chair and from an unseen pocket somewhere, pulled out what looked like a silicone rubber O-ring.

“Here we go love, just so you don’t have to make too much of an effort to harden up all the time, this will help keep the lead in your pencil.” She said it with a grin as she knelt down on the rug next to Marie. She stretched the ring slightly over the end of my cock, then while holding my cock in her hands, she took just my knob into her mouth. Using her fingers she slowly rolled the rubber ring down its length towards the base while her tongue teased and lathered my extremely sensitive glans. It felt great, I wasn’t yet so sensitive that any such intimate contact would be overwhelming; I was fast approaching it though. Shit! I knew the ring would keep me hard all night and make the evening that little more unbearable for me.

While Sarah was ensuring the snugness of the ring around the base of my cock, Marie reached out and picked up the bottle of gel, pressing the plunger down and allowing a large dollop to coat the palm of her right hand. She brought her hands together and began to spread the gel. Taking the bottle again she squirted more lube onto her other hand, before rubbing both hands together again to spread the gel thoroughly. Oh shit, I thought, she’s going to use both hands on me at once.

I was sweating again, wondering how I was ever going to get through this night with my balls intact. I glanced at the clock, bad move; only five minutes had elapsed since we had begun playing.

Sarah let go of my cock and slowly stood up, running her hands lightly up my body as she did so. With a quick pinch to each of my nipples she moved back to her seat, allowing Marie to continue.

“Ready big boy?” She asked, a grin lighting up her face once again. “Coming ready or not.”

With that she began. She gently grasped my cock in both hands about midway along its length, and began running each hand in opposite directions, one towards the head and one towards the base. It felt fantastic, the hand running towards the base tugging the skin tight so that her other hand worked up to the protruding uncovered head. She didn’t spend too much time at the head of my cock, just allowed her hand to glide over it and off, and back for the next stroke. Over and off, then back for the next stroke.

Then she sped up a little and began quietly talking as she worked. Little phrases like, ”Mmm, who’s a big boy?” Or “Mmm, so shiny, look at Sarah’s nice big toy. Marie’s going to keep on practicing on her new flute until the music just squirts out of it!” 
 I was beginning to feel the beginnings of an orgasm coming on. Shit! 

“Look Sarah,” Said Marie in delight, “He is really beginning to drip that precum!” I tried to stand like a stone, but it was sure getting difficult. My orgasm was getting close now.

“Stop,” I yelled, “I’m going to come!”

Marie stopped her playing immediately and Sarah came over to look down at my cock. 

“Put ice on his balls Marie, and carry on please. He’s nowhere near coming yet!” “I did tell you not to talk until you were close to coming, didn’t I love?” She asked me. “Yes, but I’m afraid…” I began. “I’m not interested in your excuses. You are not to talk until you feel you just cannot carry on without coming, it’s not meant to be easy love, it’s about you learning some control. Do you understand?” She asked me. Marie had grabbed a handful of ice in her left hand and now brought it up onto my balls beneath the parachute. I almost jumped at the cold. She pressed it firmly into my scrotum so that there was a little pain besides the freezing iciness of it. With her other hand she continued wanking my cock. I knew I was going to come any second, I knew it.

“Do you understand?” Sarah asked me again, through the fog of my impending orgasm, though louder. “Yes!” I croaked, as my hips moved back and forwards slightly. My desire to come was overwhelming, yet it was essential I keep still. “Ahh.” I yelled. I was about to squirt. I never really noticed Marie’s hands leave me. I did however feel the sharp pain as Sarah used her thumb to squeeze hard on my cock at its base, thus preventing my orgasm.

When she could see I was back from the edge she said to me, “Ready?” “Uh, ready for what?” I asked dully. “My help of course love, the desensitizing.” “Oh come on Sarah love. This is insane, please lets stop now.” I implored. She ducked down even lower between my legs then said, “I’m going to flick your right ball first so get ready; and please stop whining. It’s my turn and we’re playing this out to the end.” I heard a dull thunk sound a split second before I felt the pain radiate out from my right testicle. I sagged in my bonds as she flicked my left ball. The pain wasn’t the worst I have ever felt but it was far from pleasant. I felt a shiver of excitement too somewhere. My cock remained very stiff with the rubber ring around its base. 

“Now I’m going to help bring your cock back from the edge by giving its head a little rub.” She laughed as she picked up the lube bottle and worked some into her left hand.

“What do you say honey?” She asked me. “Thank you love.” I answered flatly. The anger boiling up inside again. She ignored my tone and got to work grasping my cock in her right hand and pulling the skin back towards the base. Next she took her slippery left hand and like she was trying to open an extremely slippery door handle, she rubbed her palm all over and around the very tip of my cock.

“Ahh!” I yelled out continuously as she kept rubbing and rubbing. I tried to twist away from the incredible sensations streaming from the end of my penis. Somehow I didn’t pull away, and after what felt like minutes but was I think, but several seconds, my cock had lost all desire to come. If I hadn’t had the rubber ring on I would have been soft now.

“Ha ha!” laughed Marie, “he looks like a bloated fat sausage now.”

I was as soft as I could get.

“My turn again!” Marie said excitedly. “Yes, get to work again Marie.” Sarah smiled at her, before carrying on to me, “That’s how desperate I want you before you decide to ask for help this time. If you ask for help too early again, I’ll use a chopstick to flick your balls and I’ll have Marie do the same to the tip of your cock, is that understood?”

Marie had begun playing with my cock again. I was stiffening rapidly.

“Yes Sarah, I understand, but if I get to that stage I’m pretty much out of control. I mean I’m on the very edge of coming and I don’t know if I can hold back at that stage. I’m not near to coming, I am actually in the throes of an oncoming orgasm.”

“ All you need do is warn me in time love, so I can squeeze your cock for you and help you to develop some control.” She smiled that little girl grin she uses when she knows she is being particularly bad and has been caught at it.

“Oh Marie,” I groaned, “Please take it easy.” She was masturbating me with just one hand now, while the other pulled the skin tight at the base. She was paying a little more attention to my glans now; rubbing her hand over them on each upsweep, before easing off for the downward journey. Up and over, down again, up and over, down again. Occasionally she would lightly scratch a fingernail around the glans, when she did this I nearly jumped out of my skin, so intense were the feelings. Then in a second she would be back to the stroking. Faster one minute, slow the next.

“Look how he’s sweating Marie.” Sarah said, “You must be working him just right. Remember to keep quiet please Honey, that was the deal, remember Marie’s just trying to help you out.” The two of them burst out laughing; Marie’s hands never missed a stroke. I was semi writhing now, trying to move sideways, backwards, forwards, anything without moving my feet, to escape her joyful ministrations. 

Through the haze of lust and sensation enveloping me, I stole a quick glance at the clock; thirty minutes had now passed. Shit, I screamed inside, I just couldn’t do this! 

“Ahh.” I yelled all too soon, terrified I might have waited too long before yelling. Immediately I felt the same painful clamping as before, on the base of my cock. Through a daze I heard Sarah warning me of the remainder of the “treatment”.

First a shocking thunk to my right testicle followed by an equally hard one to the left. Then another to the left, but from a different angle, before a final agonizing thunk to the right; it was terrible, yet even as I sagged a part of me began to feel release. I groaned loudly but quieted at Sarah’s softly spoken command. I tried to remain quiet as she swirled her gel soaked hand around and around my cock head. I couldn’t, I yelled and demanded she stop, as my body tried to run from the overwhelmingly intense sensations.

“Marie, pass me a chopstick please and grab one for yourself.” Sarah said. I had to run from this hideous abuse of trust. I had to escape. I began to move but was suddenly awakened to what I was about to do by the tug of the little weight Sarah had placed on the rope between my balls and the catch holding the weight in place. It brought me back.

“I gave you an option of using a gag when we began tonight honey, and you decided to accept my challenge and go without it. I’ve recognized your courage in accepting the challenge, that is why I haven’t punished these outbursts you have been making. I can see I have been too lenient with you or perhaps you are just not ready for such a challenge, either way I have to punish you. You can see that can’t you? If I don’t punish you, why should you even try to follow our game rules? “

I began to reply but she cut me off immediately.

“I did not say you could speak love. Please keep quiet.” “Your punishment for your outburst is a flick from a chopstick to each of your balls from me, and two flicks to your cock head from a chopstick by Marie.” She announced. Taking a chopstick from Marie she quickly crouched in front of me. I was still trying to think of a way out when I felt the devastating impact of the chopstick into my right ball. Even as I was drawing breath to scream, she delivered a flick to my left ball and all I could do was whimper. I found it difficult to breath. I hung from my bonds, for what seemed like a long while; and for the first time there was no I to experience the pain. There was only pain. From within the sea of pain came a new sharply intense radiation of feeling that somewhere I knew was Marie striking the very tip of my penis with her chopstick. The pain heard itself scream at this change in feeling and again as she struck for the second time at precisely the same spot as before.

Through the mists of the pain, gradually there blossomed a feeling of joy. The word endorphins rang through the sea. Through the mist there was the sound of women’s voices.

“His balls are still warm, so he’s looking alright for the meantime.”

Soon the euphoria had left me and there was just a dull ache in my poor balls. I was back again and angry and scared.

I felt the warmth as Marie’s hands once again began their ministrations. I looked down at her and she smiled up at me and I couldn’t help but smile back, even through the pain. She was just so gorgeous and pretty. 

“There’s still thirty five minutes left lover, think you can handle much more of Marie’s lovin’ hands? Or do you want a little help?” Sarah asked.

“Oh Sarah please help me.” I begged. “Sure lover.” She replied. Then “I’ll put the clover clamps on you if you’d like, that will help take your mind off your cock and help drag out the time between desensitizing sessions. Would you like that honey?” She asked gently.

“Yes Sarah, please put the clover clamps on me.” I shivered as I asked that, yet I also realized it was the only way I was likely to prevent myself from coming, or worse yet, have my balls pulled off by the weight. Without the clamps I’d also just earn more and more flicks to my suffering balls each time I came close to orgasm. With the clamps on I’d be in too much pain to even think about orgasm.

They both giggled as Sarah reached to the tray and removed the clover clamps. She stood up and moved in front of me. Briefly she rubbed her body against mine and I instinctively began to try to thrust against her. With a quick laugh she pulled back and slowly raised her hands, showing me the cruel shiny clamps. Taking them in one hand she reached up with the other and began to caress and tweak my left nipple until it was erect. She took one clamp in her left hand before reaching up and gently attaching it to my left nipple. The pain was as intense as it was immediate. She laughed briefly, before reaching out to gently hold a hand in front of my mouth.

“Hush now lover, don’t scream at us when we are just trying to help you.” Sarah said. They both giggled again, before Sarah said for Marie to place the remaining clamp on my right nipple.

Oh shit I thought. Fuck this, my left nipple was already on fire, the clamp biting cruelly into the tender flash of my nub. I had to scream. Marie stood up before me and without looking away from my eyes called for Sarah to please undo her (Marie’s) thong top. In order for Sarah to move behind Marie she would have to pass the remaining clamp to Marie or drop it.

“Hold on to this for me will you love.” Sarah smiled at me before dropping the free clover clamp. I watched it fall as if I was watching a slow motion replay. I attempted to brace myself for the impending agony but nothing could prepare me for such a biting pain as I suddenly felt when the little chain joining the two clamps took up the slack and halted the fall of the clamp Sarah had just let go of. I felt as if my left nipple had just been torn off, so intense was the pain.

I screamed, I couldn’t hold back, though I realized that by allowing the scream I was opening myself up to more agony for my slip up.

Marie just smiled at me as Sarah allowed Marie’s thong top to drop to the ground in front of me. Even through my tears of pain I felt a strong sexual thrill at seeing Marie’s naked breasts. I felt my cock bloating even as I moaned at the agony in my nipple. Finally, after what seemed like years, Marie reached out and grasped the dangling clover clamp and took the weight off the chain and therefore my left nipple.

Holding the clamp in one hand she looked down at herself and began playing with her own right nipple, I was mesmerized. She tweaked it and pulled at it, rubbed her palm gently over it then tweaked it some more. Her nipple was engorged and stiff when she slowly raised her head and smiled at me once again. She raised her hand holding the remaining clover clamp and while continuing to look at me placed it on her own nipple. Letting the chain fall, she slowly leaned back until the slack was taken up. Instead of stopping she continued to lean slowly backwards until the fire was rekindled in my own nipple. I was determined I wouldn’t scream, oh how I needed to scream. She leaned yet further, and all I know is pain, pain is all there is and I am pain. Bitch, she hadn’t had one clamp drop free and nearly rip her nipple off. I’ll not say a word though; fuck her. Sweating now, pain spreading out in waves from the destroyed nipple, from the distorted little nub that used to be a nipple. Still she looks at me, through the pain I see she too is beginning to sweat. Serves her right. She leans even further, and I scream. It’s too bloody much, why do they have to make it all so fucking extreme. The agony. You’ll probably never know this absolute agony, this hateful, all pervading, sensuous, addictive agony. 

She straightens then reaches up and removes the clamp from her own nipple. Through my pain I look at it and see the awful tiny teeth marks that the clamp has made to her nipple. With a smile she reaches up and begins tuning up my right nipple to receive the clamp that has so recently caressed her own. My emotions are in turmoil; I hate her, yet I so want to receive the clamp that has tasted her nipple. In a few moments my nipple is hard and she reaches out touching it with the clamp until she has it positioned at the last couple of millimeters from the end. She releases the clamp. I sweat profusely but remain quiet. Somewhere a little pride has asserted itself, I’ll not scream, this is her gift to me and I will not scream.

She looks at me then gives the chain a little tug. I scream.

When I settle, if settle is the right choice of word, Marie is again seated and Sarah stands before me.

I feel the caress of Marie’s hands upon my cock again and am amazed at how quickly I respond. My nipples are in agony, why is my cock not remaining soft. How can I possibly be reacting to the teasing fingers on my cock when my nipples are in such agony?

“As you seem unable to stop making lots of noise I’m going to allow you the gag again love.” Sarah says with a smile.

I try to smile back, but with my nipples on fire and the pain throbbing in my balls I find it impossible. Instead I grunt.

“Open wide love.” She says, and I do as she inserts a ball gag into my mouth. “The only small problem with the ball gag love,” She smiles, before continuing, “ Is that we wont know when you are trying to tell us your are about to come and when you might just be grunting.”

I begin to shout into the gag.

“Best you keep quiet until you really need to speak love, otherwise Marie and I might not know to stop at the right moment. Remember if you do come before time, we keep playing right on for an additional half hour. If you come again in that half hour, well, that’s just an extra half hour and so on. So I’d be quiet if I was you.” With that she went back to her seat and left me in the hands of Marie. 

“Marie give him two flicks to each nut and three flicks with a chopstick to the head of his cock.” Sarah ordered.

I tried to shout into the gag. Why? All that came out was a nonsensical stream of moaning.

“I gave you the gag back lover, because I felt pity on you. When we were attaching the nipple clamps you shouted and yelled all too much. You had been warned, but you chose to ignore that warning. I know you wouldn’t do that normally that’s why the gag is back. You know I don’t wish to see you hurt unnecessarily, however we must maintain discipline, I’m trying to get through to your mind as well as your body and they both require different stimuli to learn. Faith love, have faith.” Sarah said from her seat.




My Wife, My Mistress Ch. 02



You may be wondering how I can let a simple thing like getting caught masturbating turn me in to such a submissive wimp. There is more to that story, let me give you some background.

This is not the first case of breaking my wife's trust...the first was much more serious.

My wife and I married in our early twenties. After we had been married a couple of years I had a short, very hot affair. 

My wife knew about it for quite some time before she confronted me about it and when she did, she told me she wanted a divorce.

I begged her to stay with me and told her I would prove to her that I loved her. She finally agreed to drop the divorce issue but with the warning that any more infidelity and she would be gone from my life forever.

She knew that my affair with this other person was purely sexual. She also knew that it was highly based on a sort of Mistress/slave relationship. She had many emails of my communications with this person that described, in detail, commands from her that I should follow.

Nancy knew that BDSM, especially her dominating me, was a big fantasy of mine but anytime I would approach her about it she refused to discuss it.

Besides the fact that Nancy had again found me in what she considered a betrayal of her trust, there was no way I could afford her friend Vicki finding out about it. 

As you may recall it was pictures of Vicki that I was looking at on the computer when Nancy caught me jerking off.

Vicki is a very sexual woman, about Nancy's age, that loves to flirt with me...and I love flirting back.

Vicki was recently divorced from a good friend of mine. While they were married we hung out quite alot together as couples and as a result I had many pictures of Vicki on our camera from parties, beach trips and many other occasions where we were all together.

Vicki is about 5'5", with dark features like Nancy. In fact they look alot like each other. Both with killer bodies, and a teasing demeanor.

As a result of this friendship, Vicki knows the wives of many of my friends and business associates. There was no way I could let her find out that I was looking at a slideshow of her on my computer, sitting with her panties on, and jerking off. It could destroy me socially and business wise.

I got her panties one day when she had asked us to feed her dog while she was out of town. I went in her laundry room to get the dog food and saw several pair of her panties laying out and I took a pair.

Her ex had told me about her wilder side...he never got into details but just said she was a little too kinky for his taste. As a result of that, and our continual, supposedly harmless, back and forth flirting, I fantasized about her often. 

I thought that having a pair of her panties to use while I fantasized about her would add much more to my fantasy. Little did I know how much those panties were going to come back to haunt me.

I left the bar after Nancy left with the other guy. 

I went home feeling confused, nervous, and dejected. I wasn't sure what she might do next.

The thoughts of what she might be doing with this other man was driving me crazy. I wanted to know where they were, what they were doing. I would soon find out.

At about 6:00 am Nancy finally came home. I was laying in bed but had been unable to sleep. 

Her sexy outfit looked a bit rumpled and her hair was all out of place, but she still looked incredibly hot. Even in my state of jealousy I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was.

She noticed I was awake and came over and sat on the bed beside me.

"Mike", she started, "you know you have hurt me again don't you?"

I nodded my head yes.

"I also know that deep down you really do love me and would do anything for me wouldn't you?"

"Yes" I said, and I truly meant it. I never meant to hurt her.

"So how do I make you prove your love...your trust?" 

She continued, "You used alot of restraint last night watching me with Phil and I'm proud of you for that."

So now I knew his name.

"I'm not sure you could have used that restraint if you had seen us at his house."

My mind was reeling with thoughts now. 

She leaned closely to my face and looking me straight into my eyes said, "I'm going to tell you all about it and if you can live with it, fine, if not, get the fuck out of the house...or you can leave now. It's your choice."

"So tell me you choice" she taunted. 

"I want to stay Nancy" I said hesitantly.

"I thought you would" she said.

"Let's see, where shall I start" she said as she crossed her sexy legs. I couldn't help but notice how good she smelled and the heat of her body was rubbing against my hip as she sat.

"First of all I never realized what I was missing in bed. His Tongue, his hands...oh and of course his huge cock."

"I never knew your cock was so tiny since I've never been with another man" she said looking at me dejectedly. I cringed inside.

"We started on his couch where we both got totally naked. His hands and his tongue were like silk all over my body."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing!

"We finally moved to his bed where I finally got to suck on that huge cock of his. He was going crazy while I licked and sucked it down as far as I could."

"When he couldn't take it anymore he laid me softly back onto the bed and slowly started entering me."

"He had to go slow because of the size, but once he was in me, oh my god I've never felt anything like it."

"We fucked in every position possible. I know we each came at least 4 times."

"Look, I even took a picture of us on his bed for you." 

She pulled her digital camera out of her purse and I couldn't believe what I was looking at. There was more than one picture...even one of her sucking on his cock.

"So here is what I've decided Mike. Since you can't seem to keep your cock in it's cage, so to speak,I will literally keep it in a cage and I'll decide when I want to use it, although it's so small compared to Phil's don't count on me wanting to use it often, if ever".

She continued, "And as far as I'm concerned, it's my turn to have some fun". 

I'm going to see who I want to for the time being. That means fuck who I want to or anything else I want to do with them, do you understand Mike?"

I lay there speechless.

"If you don't like the terms you can leave now" she said.

"And by the way, if you do leave, everyone will know about your pathetic jerk off session and your panty theft. They will all know what a sick fucker you are."

"So answer me. Can you live with this arrangement?"

"Yes Nancy" I answered, knowing she had me by the balls.

She corrected me, "From now on you will address me as Mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress" I said, wondering what in the hell I had gotten myself into.

"Good. I have something for you to do to show me your sincerity in this."

"In the last 6 hours I feel like I have had a gallon of Phil's cum pumped into my cunt. You are going to clean it all out for me."

"Nancy please!" I started.

She slapped me hard acoss the face and said, "It's Mistress, you fuckhead, and you can either lick, or leave."

With that she stood, removed her panties, left he short skirt on, and placed her dripping cunt inches from my mouth.

"Lick Slave."

And I did. The cum just kept oozing from her pussy as I sucked it out.

"Swallow it all you faggot" she said, taunting me. 

"And you better get used to this position because it is your duty to always clean your Mistress after she fucks real men"

She then rode my face until she had the hardest orgasm I had ever seen her have.

I couldn't believe it but my own cock was growing hard. When Nancy noticed this she told me to stand and remove my panties, which I still had on at her direction.

She moved so close to it with her mouth, breathing on it. I wanted her to touch it so badly but instead she slapped it...hard. 

I stepped away and she sternly told me I had better not move. She grabbed my balls in one hand and started slapping my cock with her free hand until I started to go soft.

"Just to make sure you don't touch this while I sleep, I'm going to tie your hands and feet" she said."

She proceeded to tie my hands and feet to the bedposts with some of my ties. 

"I'm going to sleep in the other room. I can't sleep with someone who isn't man enough to walk out on a wife who completely humiliates him with another man."

With that, she turned off the light and left the room.

"Sweet dreams Slave" she said as she walked down the hall.



My Wife, My Mistress Ch. 02



I was trying to figure a reply to that as I felt the now familiar pain radiate out from my left ball, followed by the right, the right again then the left. Again I was slumped in my bondage, my groin and belly a mass of pain. Then the left testicle followed by the right again. Even in my sea of pain I knew Marie had gone too far; it wasn’t fair, they weren’t being fair on me Sarah had said only two to each ball.

Through the fog I heard Sarah saying,” Marie’s been nice to you honey, she’s helped you a great deal, she has my permission and trust to play too.” I felt revulsion flood me at the thought that Sarah had again abused the trust I had placed in her. Pain and anger, sadness and self-pity coursed through me. 

Suddenly I felt another source of pain as Marie gave me three consecutive flicks to my cockhead in what felt like exactly the same place as the previous lot. As I screamed into the gag I quietly thanked her for delivering them so rapidly so I barely had time to pull away.

I was pain again. I am pain. Pain is like being stoned. My balls may be useless I thought but I’m pain. Pleased to meet you the name here is pain. You can call me pain. Pain is for arseholes my name is pleasure. If you want to meet me just holler and I’ll be there. A tiny part of me that was not pleasure wondered if there might be more to this than endorphins, maybe this is Zen or something. Maybe this is satori? Dreamily I wondered if I could train myself to feel like this at will? Maybe that’s what the yogi’s do; train their endorphins. Train their pain or train their pleasure.

Pleasures cock is growing hard again. I can feel it. It’s getting fat and long; pleasure knows Marie’s a naughty girl and Marie is making pleasure into a hard man. Pleasure’s a real hard man. Pleasure is turning into pain again as the endorphins decide it’s bearable again and it’s time for pain to use his logic to find a way out of this crazy situation. 

The pain is intense, both in my nipples and my balls. The agony in my cock has given way to pleasure as Marie works her magic on my cock. 

Strange thing is how can my cock be getting so hard when Marie is being so gentle with it, yet my nipples are on fire and my balls feel like they are in a vice.

Suddenly it dawns on me, they’ve tricked me again, those bitches. Of course the pleasure is more intense in my cock while my nipples are so sore, it’s my bodies way of trying to relieve the pain by focusing intently on the gentle pleasure Marie is giving me. Hell as long as she touches my cock even very gently, I’ll feel pleasure, because my body is not interested in feeling pain. 

Slowly without taking her hands from my cock she twists her neck to glance at the clock, I look too. Only 15 minutes to go. I’ve nearly made it. I want to shout I’ve made it!

Marie turns towards me again and fires up the turbo, her hands move in a blur, left one rubbing the knob as the right pistons up and down the shaft; then right one pulling one way at the same time as the left pulls the other. The pleasure is so extreme, I have to cum, that’s all there is to it, I must come. I have to blast this bitch with my come. Then in the mists of pleasure I realize I can’t come or it will be another 30 minutes of hell, I have to hold on. I have to!

Oh fuck I don’t know if I can hold back, but fuck I don’t want Sarah’s hideous “desensitizing” help anymore. How many flicks to my balls would I have to endure this time? How long would she rub the tip of my knob? I’ll have to come! I mustn’t come.

I’m going to come, I begin to scream and yell and groan into the ball gag. Please Sarah help me. I glare across at her, but she seems to be ignoring me.

“Do you think he’s just making a lot of noise Marie, or do you think he’s about ready to explode?” Sarah asks.

I look down at Marie even as I dance like a marionette, and through the sweat pouring off me I see her glance at me and grin, before turning to Sarah.

“I think he’s just trying to say he’s finally enjoying himself.” Marie says with a laugh.

I scream into my gag. Marie gives the knob of my penis a couple of quick rubs with her palm. Then stops and looks up at me. It’s all I can do is look down on her in horror. There is still 6 minutes left and I’m not going to make it I know I’m not. She picks up a tissue and rubs my knob with it, before taking a glob of gel and swirling it around and around the very tip of my cock. I’m screaming continuously now, the sensation is just too intense.

“Opp!” I mutter through the gag.

I’m going to fuck her, the bitch! I’m going to fuck her right now. Cunt!

She stops all of a sudden. I glance down, still twitching; my cock feels like it’s been assaulted. It has been assaulted. She gives me that sickening grin again then opens her lovely mouth and runs her tongue over her delicious lips. Oh no, she’s not! Surely she isn’t going to?

She takes my manhood into her mouth and bathes me with her tongue. Her slippery hands work their way over the parts of my shaft that’s not in her mouth. I twitch, I dance, I move every way I can short of pulling away from her. She mashes her tongue into my cock head. Her hands like pistons on the shaft. Fuck it, it’s too intense, I can’t take another half hour of this cunt, and she’s killing my cock. I’m going to lose my balls; I’d rather lose my balls than keep on with this. I’m screaming for Sarah to stop but she ignores me and just keeps on watching Marie.

Finally I’m crying, twitching and jerking and crying like a baby. Then as I feel I’m going to shoot for sure, when I can do no more to stop myself from coming, when the sperm is working it’s way up from my balls I pull away from the bitch. I rear backwards and scream at them both through the gag. I trip over something soft and fall; even as my cock shoots great gobs of come all over the rug and whatever I’ve fallen onto. My hips jerk backwards and forwards uncontrollably as I shoot. Spurt after spurt, and I feel proud even through the tears, at the huge amount of come and the distance it flies. My balls are still attached. Then I black out.

When I come round, apparently a few minutes later, Sarah and Marie are cuddled next to me on the suede covered mattress that was behind me. I’m covered in a warm rug. 

My tears are still flowing as I ask Sarah. “How could you do that Sarah, how could you be so cruel?” “I was never cruel darling. It’s all about trust. I thought you would trust me by now. If you had you would have known I could never do anything to permanently damage my love. If you had have just trusted me you would have walked backward when I announced we were beginning. That would have ended it. But I suspected you wanted to go and feel that other place, so with Marie’s help we worked out a way that would let you go where you wanted to go, but could be ended at anytime you chose.”

“But the peg and the weight.” I countered, beginning to feel a little silly, as understanding dawned.

“There was a wooden plate immediately under the peg so the weight only dropped at most ¾ inch, and as you would move at least that far back we knew there was no danger. As it happened you fairly jumped back, your lucky Marie’s teeth didn’t take off your knob.” She replied with a gentle grin.

I turned to look at Marie and sheepishly thanked her. She smiled before giving me a big kiss, then rose to leave. “You did fine big boy.” She said. “Thank your lovely caring wife here for indulging you. Not many would understand.” “Thanks honey, sorry about the trust thing.” My face flushed slightly.” Still you have to admit it didn’t look that nice. And did you have to be so hard with the flicks? Who’s idea were the chop sticks, ouch they hurt?”

“They were my idea.” Replied Sarah. “We had to make it a sort of sliding scale of pain otherwise you might never have pulled back. We had to force our way into your psyche to allow you to go through that final huge gate, where you can’t win, then discover you didn’t have to.” Sarah continued.

“All the time you were screaming that you had had enough, you were not trusting Sarah.” Marie said. “If you trusted her you would have just accepted what she was doing and yelled with the pain but trusted her to know when to stop. I think she judged you magnificently.”

“Yes well I guess.” I grumbled. “Just remember we had never done anything this intense before.”

“No you hadn’t.” Marie replied. “You should be grateful to Sarah that she’s allowed you to get where you are so quickly and painlessly.”

“Painlessly!” I repeated wildly. “I wouldn’t call it painless, but yes I guess it has given me something to think about.”

“That’s the great thing.” Enthused Marie. “It has not given you that much to think about. It has immersed you in feeling that goes far beyond where thinking could take you. Now all you need do is ask yourself if you both feel like continuing to play?”

“We will see Marie.” Replied Sarah. 

“We have a surgeon who is a member of the local BDSM club, coming next month to give a talk on what can and what can not be done to the human body and what the likely effects of play are likely to be. You two should come along.” Marie invited.

“That would be lovely Marie.” Replied Sarah. “ I’d love to try putting acupuncture needles through Patrick’s balls. If it was safe, of course.”

“Oh yes.” Said Marie. “ Wouldn’t that be fun? We could start off with just one or two and over time work our way up. Men’s testicles are just so full of nerves, Mmm”

“So are girls clits Marie!” I replied a little heatedly. “ We could all have a lot of fun with one another, as long as we know the potential risks and respect each others limits, and trust one another.”

“Mmm,” replied Marie with a dazzling smile, “Well I’m off. Relax you two. See you again soon.”

THE END.



My Wife, My Mistress Ch. 03



I awoke to the sense of someone between my legs. I looked down and saw Nancy, completely naked laying on her stomach, on the bed between my legs, lightly blowing her hot breath on my cock, which was already hard.

I tried to reach down to pull her towards my cock but quickly remembered I was tied to the bed as the ties stopped me.

"Well, well, well," Nancy said, "it looks like somebody is ready for action."

It had been several days since I had cum and I looked at her with a desparate need in my eyes.

"Do you want me to touch it Mike?" she teased.

"Please touch it Nancy," I begged.

She slapped my cock and asked me to address her properly.

"Please touch it...Mistress."

I wasn't use to this new arrangement and it was still awkward for me to think of my wife as my dominant Mistress.

I noticed she was rubbing her pussy with her hand. It was obvious she was enjoying my begging.

"Only I will decide when your pathetic little cock is touched. Let's see if you can earn it," she taunted.

She rose to her knees and began moving herself up my body, her totally shaved pussy ever so slightly grazing my cock as she moved past it, until she sat on my chest with her obviously wet pussy inches from my face.

"Let's see," she said, "what is something I can have you do to prove to me that you deserve any pleasure from me?"

I wanted her to move up so I could devour her pussy, but she had a different idea.

"I just woke up Mike, and I always have to pee when I wake up. Since I don't feel like going to the bathroom I'm going to use you as my toilet."

I panicked. I couldn't believe that my own wife had taken control of me to the point that she would make me drink her pee!

Without asking, she moved her pussy over my mouth, instructed me to open my mouth and said, "You better not miss a drop."

I did as I was told, laying there with my mouth open. The stream burst out of her into my open mouth.

"Don't swallow until I tell you to," she said.

She filled my mouth until I thought it was going to pour out the sides of my mouth, then stopped. 

She slid down my body and placed her face inches from mine, looking straight into my eyes. I lay there as instructed, my mouth full of her piss.

"You're so fucking pathetic," she said. "I'm going to enjoy totally humiliating you."

"Swallow slave," she said, with a look in her eyes I had never seen. I swallowed as I was told.

She looked down at my cock and saw that it was still rock hard and dripping pre-cum. She reached down with her finger and scooped the pre-cum onto her finger and brought it to my mouth.

"Lick," is all she said. I obeyed.

"You're becoming a good little cum slut," she said.

"Now, what do we do about that rock hard cock?"

"I think it's been what, maybe 5 days since you've cum?" 

"And let's see, in that same amount of time I've cum at least 5 or 6, mainly thanks to Phil. Oh and of course while you sucked his cum out of my pussy."

She warned me not to move as she moved herself into a 69 position with me on the bed. 

"Clean the pee from my pussy," she said as she began stroking me with her hand so slowly and softly that it was worse than not being touched at all.

I licked her for all I was worth, hoping I would get my reward that I needed so badly. But her soft, slow teasing strokes weren't getting any harder or faster.

Soon, her breathing got faster and I could tell she was close to cumming. Her body tensed as she thrust her pussy back into my face. She was grinding her soaking wet pussy in my face as she screamed out in orgasm, which must have lasted for a full minute. She then went limp, laying on my body, my cock now totally untouched.

She finally turned around to face me, straddling my body as she kneeled over me.

"You didn't really think I would let you cum did you?" she asked with a sly smile on her face.

"Please Nancy, I will do anything if you will just let me cum," I said. "My balls ache they're so full!"

With that, she turned around, lightly grabbed my shaft, lifted it, and slapped my balls over and over. I tried to move to avoid her vicious slaps but I couldn't close my legs as I was tied spread eagle on the bed. 

"You just can't seem to remember to address me as your Mistress can you? Maybe next time you will remember."

I lay there in excruciating pain, wanting to roll up in a ball but unable to because of the straps holding me down.

"I have a little something to help you control that cock of yours," she said. "I can't keep you in here all the time."

She walked to the closet and brought out a large bag. She reached inside it and pulled something out that I couldn't see.

"This is a chastity device," she informed me. "This ring goes snugly behind your balls, and your little cock fits in this cage, totally untouchable. Oh, and the lock can only be opened by me."

"Nanc...Mistress, please don't do this!" I pleaded. 

She only smiled as she proceeded to slip the ring behind my aching balls and lock it in place, followed by the cruel cage over my cock, which had gone limp from the beating my balls had just taken. I heard the lock click as she closed it.

"The only way your cock will be allowed to come out of it's cage is if you earn it. I will have various tasks for you to complete. If you complete them without complaint, to my satisfaction, I will decide if you get any release," she told me as she held the cock cage in her hand.

"If you fuck up, not only will you be punished in whatever evil way I can think of, but you will delay any possibility of cumming."

"Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress" I said, knowing I was totally at her mercy.

"Good" she said. "There are several other items in this bag...shall we check some of them out?"

She brought out a large dildo with some sort of belt. 

"Do you know what this is Mike?" This is a strap-on dildo that straps onto your face. See, the other end is shaped like a smaller penis, kind of like yours," she said sarcastically. 

"The smaller penis goes in your mouth and through the strap. Can you guess where the other end goes?"

"Tell me Mike...do you know where it goes?" she taunted.

"Into your pussy Mistress."

"That's right you little slut. You get the closest possible view of watching the dildo slide in and out of my wet pussy. You will smell it, want to taste it. You will watch me cum all over it, but you won't be able to touch my pussy."

"I can't wait to use this one," she said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was almost like she thought of me as nothing but a toy to use.

"And I have several other toys I've bought, but you will see them all in good time."

I'm going to untie you now. I want you to come give me a bath.

She untied my hands and feet and had me follow her to the bathroom. I turned on the water and filled the bathtub as she instructed.

When it was full, she lowered herself into the bath water and handed me the bar of soap.

"Use your hands to clean me," she said.

I was going crazy as my hands slid all over her legs, her rock hard stomach, her breasts. My cock began to stiffen making me realize this damn contraption she had it locked in wouldn't let it grow to it's full length. It was very painful.

My hands were shaking as they moved over her skin. She lifted her feet to me and instructed me to clean them with my tongue. This was new to me and I did the best I could, cleaning and sucking between each toe, licking every inch of her foot. I wanted to devour every inch of her but this was all she would allow me to have.

"How is that little cock doing?" she teased.

"It hurts Mistress".

"Good, then it's working," she smiled.

"I'll clean my own pussy," she said. "I don't think you've earned touching it again, do you?"

I watched as she lathered her pussy. "Wouldn't you love to have that little cock of yours in my wet pussy, slave? It is so smooth and silky inside. Do you think I will ever let your pathetic little cock inside me again?" she said, knowing she was driving me crazy. 

"I think I should just call Phil over here so you can see how a real man fucks a woman," she said looking me straight in the eyes.

I watched helplessly as she stuck her fingers with one hand deep into her pussy...the other hand rubbing her clit. 

"Go ahead, try to touch your cock," she said, knowing I couldn't touch it because of the cage.

"Play with your cock now!" she screamed as her hands worked faster over her pussy.

I reached down and started jerking the cage back and forth like I was jerking off, which hurt unbelievably.

"Harder you faggot!" she screamed, enjoying my obvious pain.

I was pulling hard on the cage, my cock and balls aching unbelievably, but I knew better than to disobey. I wanted so badly to be able to touch my cock but relief was impossible. 

I could only watch as her movements became faster and faster until she screamed out in another orgasm.

After she calmed down, looking so relaxed she said, "God that felt so good!" as she looked at me with a totally content look on her face.

"Once I started thinking of Phil's cock, I couldn't help myself" she said.

"I think I like this new arrangement...don't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress," I said dejectedly, knowing I had no alternative but to agree with her. 

My cock ached, my head was reeling. I couldn't believe what I had gotten my self into. And this was only the beginning.



My Wife, My Mistress Ch. 04



Over the next couple of weeks, Nancy began finding various ways to take more control over me and the fact is the more she did it, the more enslaved I became to her. 

I thought about nothing more than wanting to find ways to please her, hoping that she would allow my cock the relief it so badly needed. 

To deepen my desire for her she had tasks that I had to do everyday that involved worshiping her body.

My usual daily schedule, as she required of me, was to enter her bedroom each morning at 6:30 am (we now slept in separate beds), and gently wake her by licking her pussy. 

After she would awake I would lie on my back and she would straddle my face and pee in my mouth, of which I was required to swallow every last drop. She would then choose the position she desired and I would be required to lick her to orgasm as many times as she wished.

I was then required to draw her bath and bathe every inch of her body. Many times this would also require me to bring her to another orgasm or I would have to watch her bring herself to orgasm.

I would then pick out her clothes, which now only included very provocative clothing, and help her get dressed. 

She would then pick out my clothes for the day, which always included panties and a bra under my regular clothing. 

On many days she would insert a remote control vibrating anal plug into my ass. On these days she would call me at work at different times and make me turn on the vibrator as I had to listen to her pleasure herself on the other line.

After work I was required to come home, strip before entering the front door, and be ready to perform whatever tasks she laid out for me.

She began a routine at night that I would be required to read her several femdom stories, of which I was instructed to find each day, while she would bring herself to orgasm on the bed. 

I could not look at her while she did this. I could only hear the sound of the vibrator, or her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. I was always ordered to lick her instrument of pleasure clean after each episode. 

"I have a special surprise for you tonight," she said, with a wicked look on her face.

She went to the closet and brought out her bag of goodies, some of which I had learned to hate, and brought out a plastic clear board with electrical wires running from it. It had wing nuts and a bolt to secure each corner of the board to a separate board that was attached by the wing nuts.

She removed my cage from my cock and balls. I was hoping so badly I had earned my release. I had not been allowed to cum since all of this started several weeks ago.

"Sit," she commanded, pointing to a chair in front of the computer.

She proceeded to handcuff my hands behind the chair.

My cock was hard and dripping. 

"Are you ready for some pleasure slave?" she taunted.

"Yes please Mistress," I begged.

She placed my cock and balls between the two clear boards with the electrical wires leading from them to a box and secured the boards tightly with the wing nuts.

Although the restriction on my balls was somewhat painful, it had been so long since I had felt my cock being squeezed I almost came right then.

"You want to know what I do during the day when you're not home?" she asked.

She then turned on the computer monitor and started a slideshow of herself. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was picture after picture of her having sex with various men.

I was in total disbelief when suddenly I felt the board giving me a pleasurable vibration.

It was obvious my cock was straining against the boards.

"Are you enjoying this slave?" Nancy asked.

"Do you like watching your wife fuck all of these real men?"

I watched as pictures of her sucking, fucking, and giving hand jobs flicked on the screen. Pictures of her with the guys cum sprayed all over her face, on her tongue, oozing out of her pussy.

"You didn't even know how much cum you've been lapping out of my pussy the last few weeks did you, you cumslut?"

She started telling me their names and talking about how big their coks were. Telling me how I could never satisfy her like them.

Suddenly I felt the pressure building in my cock...I was about to explode.

Nancy saw me squirming in the chair, my eyes transfixed to her every picture, when I suddenly felt an extremely painful jolt of electricity sear through my cock and balls.

I cried out in pain, not knowing what was happening. This pain and shock obviously distracted me from cumming.

"I didn't say you could cum yet slave," Nancy said. 

I looked over and saw that she had different buttons on the unit attached to the boards on my cock and balls. As always, she was determining my pleasure or pain.

"Don't look at me, look at the screen!" she yelled. As I resumed looking at the screen, somehow enthralled with the pictures of my wife with other men, I felt the soothing vibration in the boards start again.

After several minutes - I couldn't believe the number of pictures - I begged of Nancy, "Please let me cum Mistress. I have done everything you have asked of me since all of this started...please!"

"Look closely Mike...did you ever think you would be able to cum while you watched your wife fucking someone else? Watching me suck their cocks?" she taunted.

"Look at their faces Mike. Look at how much pleasure is in their faces when they cum."

"Look at my face slave. Did you ever see that kind of lust on my eyes when you fucked me?" I don't think so you loser."

My cock was so close to exploding but I was doing all I could to hold back.

"May I please cum now Mistress?" I pleaded. 

"Go ahead slave," she said, and at the instant I was about to release she again turned to knob to send an even stronger jolt of electricity through my aching cock and balls.

I could feel my cock beginning to shrink from the pain.

"I guess you blew your chance to cum, huh?" Nancy laughed.

"I have another treat for you though...maybe then you can earn your relief," she said.

She turned off the computer screen and uncuffed my hands. 

She took me to the bedroom and lay me on the bed, again pulling out her bag of toys.

"Do you want to fuck me slave?" she asked.

"Yes please Mistress."

She then reached into the bag and pulled out the face harness with the dildo attached and strapped it to my face, forcing the small end of the plug behind the harness into my mouth. The larger end of the dildo, maybe 10 inches, protruded from my mouth towards the ceiling.

Nancy straddled my chest with her hard legs. She took the handcuffs and secured my hand to the headboard above my head. 

She moved her beautiful face within inches of mine, looking over the fake cock protruding from my mouth and said, "I just want you to know I have been fucking someone most of the day. I'm sure my cunt is full of his cum and you are going to get to see it all come out."

"You said you wanted to fuck me...well you're going to, fuck-face," she said as she moved her wet pussy up and over the dildo.

I could see how wet she was, a small amount of cum oozing from her shaved pussy, as she slowly lowered herself onto the dildo protruding from my mouth.

She buried herself deeply to the hilt on the dildo and stayed there.

"Can you smell his cum slave?" I know you wish you could lick it out, you cumslut!"

Suddenly I felt the boards on my cock vibrating again.

I was crazy with lust. I wanted to grab her and slide my cock into her so badly but I could only watch as she slid up and down, faster and faster, on the dildo. 

I could see the dildo becoming coated with cum, hers, and the unknown guy she fucked that day. I could smell it. I wanted to taste it so badly. 

My own cock was getting closer and closer to bursting when Nancy cried out in orgasm, slamming herself deeply onto the dildo, her wet clit touching my nose. 

At the same instant I felt the dreaded shock of electricity run through my cock and balls. 

I tried to scream out around the penis gag in my mouth as this time, Nancy didn't turn off the electricity...her cunt still grinding deeply onto the dildo as she cried out in pleasure.

After what seemed like several minutes, but I'm sure was more like 30 seconds, Nancy climbed off of the dildo, the electricity still searing through my cock and balls. 

"Do you want me to turn it off?" she teased looking in my eyes. 

The dildo bobbed wildly as I shook my head up and down.

"You're such a pussy," she said, as she graciously turned off the electrical board.

She then moved up my body, laying her entire body along the length of mine. Her breasts and her hot pussy pressed against me.

Looking into my eyes, she began licking the juices off of the dildo. 

"Mmmmmm...his cum tastes sooo goood," she said, as she continued to burn her beautiful brown eyed stare into my eyes. 

I could only watch as she teasingly licked and sucked the fake cock inches from my face, finally deep throating the entire thing, her face pressed against mine.

"Did you enjoy fucking me slave?" she asked smiling. 

I could only look at her with my pleading eyes. 

" I don't think you deserve to fuck me, but maybe we could arrange for someone else to fuck you. Would you like that?" she asked with a sarcastic grin.

I was afraid to answer her anymore, not knowing what she night do.

She reached for the electrical unit. "I asked you a question slave!"

I bobbed my head up and down frantically, pleading with me eyes to her to not turn on the unit.

Smiling coyly she said, "I think I will arrange that soon."

To my relief, she removed the board from my cock, which had become hard again.

She placed the cock cage on the bed next to me and told me to bend my knees and stick out my cock. I did as I was told.

"Do you want me to touch it Mike? Do you want me to lick it, and suck it like I just did to the cock on your face?"

"Or maybe you want me to fuck you, long, deep, and hard the way I do all of those guys you saw on our slideshow."

"Do you remember how good it feels to have your cock wrapped in a tight, hot pussy? Well guess what, I don't know if I will ever let you feel that again...but I will touch your cock now."

She pulled a small leather strap from beneath the bed and began to whip my cock and balls furiously with it. I didn't dare move.

She was slapping my cock and balls over and over, asking me if I wanted her to keep touching my cock. 

Tears streamed down my face as my cock went soft, which was Nancy's intention.

Nancy replaced the cock cage and I watched her beautiful ass as she left the room, turning out the light. "Sweet dreams, fuck - face," and she laughed as she left me on the bed, handcuffed with a dildo protruding from my face, my cock and balls on fire.



My Wife, My Mistress Ch. 05



The next few days I was really concerned about Nancy's comment about "having someone fuck me." 

She had become so cruel and cold to me, treating me like some kind of toy used only for her pleasure.

I couldn't get out of my head all of those images out of her fucking and sucking all of those different men.

The strange thing is that through all of this, my desire to please her and worship her was stronger than ever.

I'm sure part of that was because she was totally controlling my ability to have any sexual pleasure. I hadn't cum since all of this began on that dreadful day when she caught me masturbating with her friend Vicki's panties on.

She called me at the office and told me she had a special treat for me that night. 

I was to come home from work, put on Vicki's panties, which she would lay out for me on the bed, go to the basement, place the spreader bar between my legs, put on a blindfold, and handcuff my hands behind my back.

Upon returning to the house that night I did as I was told.

I hated the spreader bar because it left my cock and balls so exposed to any evil thoughts Nancy had in that wicked mind of hers.

I stood in the silence, naked except for Vicki's panties, blindfolded, waiting to hear the door for what seemed forever. 

My cock strained against it's confining device, desperate to be touched.

I soon heard the door open and heels clicking across the floor. 

As she got closer the smell of her made my cock grow even harder.

She reached out and stroked my confined cock through the panties. I moaned and received a slap on my balls for making a noise without being told to.

Then, slowly, she peeled off my blindfold. And there was the big surprise Nancy had told me about...it wasn't Nancy at all...it was Vicki.

I can only imagine the look on my face.

"Well, well, well" Vicki said. "I finally found my favorite pair of panties."

"Vicki, I'm so sorry" I started but was cut short as she brought her knee hard up between my legs and into my balls.

The pain was excruciating but I couldn't do anything to defend myself being handcuffed as I was.

"Did I tell you to talk asshole?" Vicki asked.

I shook my head no, afraid of what she may do next.

I then noticed the outfit she had on...heels at least 5 or 6 inches, and a black leather corset with garters attached to silky stockings covering those gorgeous legs. Her beautifully shaved pussy, which I had fantasized so many times about seeing, was fully exposed, as was her unbelievably tight ass.

Despite my pain my cock was trying to grow in it's confinement. Vicki noticed.

"It looks like that cock wants out of it's cage, and it just so happens that I have the key" Vicki said as she pulled the key from her bra.

She knelt between my legs and pulled the panties aside exposing my chastised cock. 

"Do you want me to take this off Slave?" she asked taunting me.

She grabbed my balls and squeezed, "Speak slave".

"Yes Mistress, please remove the cage!" I pleaded.

I watched and almost came from feeling her touch on just the cage as she removed it from my cock, which sprang forward. 

"My, my" Vicki said, "It looks like someone is ready for action!"

She took my cock and slid it softly back into the panties I was wearing...her panties.

Vicki moved so close to my face I could feel her breath. 

"Do you like wearing my panties, Mike?"

As she spoke she ran one fingernail along the length of the underside of my throbbing, dripping shaft.

"Yes Mistress" I responded.

"You're getting them all wet and these were my favorite panties. Don't you think you deserve some punishment for messing up my favorite panties, Mike?"

"Yes Mistress" I said, my mind still reeling that this girl of my fantasies was standing before me in this situation.

"I'm not sure you can take it Mike...I'm much tougher than Nancy" she said.

"She has told me all about your new role as her slave and cum slurper" she continued. "What I don't think she told you is that you will now be my slave as well as hers."

"Nancy said it was the least she could do since all of this started because of your disgusting little fantasies of me" Vicki said.

"She told me your little...and she emphasized little, cock hasn't had relief since that day she caught you sitting in my panties, jerking your cock while looking at my pictures." 

Vicki now lightly grabbed my whole shaft in her hand. "I bet you would just love to feel me squeeze your cock and jerk it off in my tight little panties wouldn't you slave?"

Having her standing there looking so incredibly hot, holding my cock and saying this to me was driving me crazy with need. But her touch was so light it was only causing me frustration, not relief.

"Please squeeze it harder Mistress," I begged.

Vicki smiled a devious smile, removed her hand and said, "I think I have just the thing to squeeze that little cock of yours."

She walked to a table and returned with a large bucket, full of clothespins.

"Your punishment is about to begin asshole, and if I hear one sound from your lips, you will regret the day you were born."

"Lets see, I only have about 100 of these pins...where shall I start?" Vicki asked, looking at me with those smoldering brown eyes.

Suddenly she brought her foot up hard into my balls. I asked you a question slave and I expect an answer.

My balls ached so badly I almost lost my breath. 

"Please start with my nipples Mistress" I managed to breathe out.

"Isn't this fun, directing your own pain Mike?" she said with a devilish grin.

"Yes Mistress." I made sure to reply this time.

She began adorning my body with the clothespins. I had never felt tighter pins in my life. First she surrounded my nipples with the pins, and then placed one pin directly on each nipple.

She was talking to me as she placed the pins, making me explain to her how I could be so pathetic to steal her panties and jerk off in them. She made me describe in detail what I though about when I jerked off while fantasizing about her. I was so humiliated and she loved it.

She pulled my panties down so she could access my cock and balls.

Her next move with the pins was to my balls. She made me count as she placed the pins. I counted a total of 12.

She then moved to my ass, placing the pins randomly all over my cheeks.

Then, dreadfully for me, she started placing the pins up and down my cock shaft. And finally placed at least six on the head of my cock. I was in severe pain but I didn't dare complain or make a sound unless she instructed me to talk.

She stood closely to me and began rubbing her hands over all of the pins, making each one feel like a needle sticking into my skin. 

"You're a tough guy aren't you?" She taunted knowing I was in severe pain. 

She grabbed the clothespins on each nipple and squeezed them hard, twisting them in almost a complete circle.

A moan escaped my lips.

"Let's see, what did I say about making noises?" she said.

I looked at her with fear in my eyes.

She went to a box and returned with a large dildo, probably 10 inches long, and very thick. She moved in front of me and held it in front of my mouth. 

"Suck it," she said, shoving the dildo to my lips.

I licked and took as much as I could into my mouth, but it wasn't enough for Vicki.

"I know you're a better cock sucker than that," she said. She then grabbed the back of my head and shoved the fake cock deep down my throat, causing me to gag.

She held it there for several seconds. I couldn't breathe and was scared to death.

Vicki abruptly pulled the cock from my throat and laughed loudly at me. 

"You're a cock sucker alright, but I think you're going to need more practice." She went to the door and to my horror, she took the hand of a guy and brought him into the room.

"This is Andy, but you will call him Master" Vicki said.

With that, she started kissing Andy, rubbing all over his body, slowly removing all of his clothing.

I couldn't believe the size of his cock. I felt humiliated looking down at my small cock.

Vicki shoved me to my knees. I was staring directly at my Master's cock, which was already dripping with pre-cum.

"Open your mouth" Vicki instructed me.

I did as I was told. Andy moved closer to me, grabbing me by the hair, and shoved his cock deeply into my mouth. I gagged at first but soon was able to relax enough to accept the large cock in my throat.

Vicki moved her face next to mine. "Show us what a good cock sucker you are Mike."

I moved my head back and licked and sucked his cock with abandon. I was so horny that I would take any kind of sex I could get.

Just before he came, Vicki grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back.

"Not yet cock sucker," she said.

I have another surprise for you.

The door opened again and in walked Nancy.

Nancy walked straight over to Andy and gave him a long kiss. 

Her hands and mouth moved all over his body as I watched. She finally moved to his cock. I could almost feel my own cock sliding in and out of her mouth as I watched her suck this stranger.

They were inches away from me and Vicki removed my handcuffs and ordered me on all fours. 

This gave me a close up view as I watched Nancy, my wife, as she helped guide this stranger's cock into her pussy.

I couldn't believe she was making me do this. I watched with jealousy as she moved to accommodate his cock, moaning as she did, obviously enjoying herself.

"Do you remember how good this feels Mike?" Nancy asked me. "His cock is so big and thick."

"Move your head closer to my pussy. Watch your wife get fucked hard by another man. A real man" she continued. 

"I bet you want to get fucked don't you Mike?" she asked. 

"Look behind you" she said.

Vicki had taken the dildo and put it in a harness and was straddled behind me.

"Look into my eyes Mike" Nancy said.

As I did, Vicki plunged the dildo deep into my ass.

Here I was, covered in clothespins, being fucked in the ass by a girl of my fantasies, watching my wife get the fucking of her life by a stranger.

"Looks like we're both getting fucked Mike...isn't this great?" she teased.

I watched as the stranger's movements became faster and faster. Nancy was bucking like crazy, screaming "fuck me hard!" over and over.

Meanwhile my own ass was being ravaged by Vicki.

I watched for several minutes as Nancy came again and again, wanting it to be me giving her pleasure. 

Soon the stranger, my Master, groaned as he came deep inside of Nancy.

I envied their looks of total relaxation. 

Vicki plunged deeply into me and secured the straps around my waist, leaving the dildo buried deeply in my ass.

Andy moved from between Nancy's legs. Vicki moved me around so I was positioned directly in front of Nancy's gaping hole, dripping with cum.

"Lick" Nancy said, shoving my face into her sopping pussy. She sat up, and slowly stood over me causing all of his cum to flow into my open mouth. 

Vicki and Andy were now fucking but I couldn't watch as Nancy covered my face with her pussy. 

I brought Nancy to two more orgasms as I heard Vicki and Andy screaming out in ecstasy.

Nancy had me watch as Andy pumped his load into Vicki. Nancy then shoved my face into Vicki's wet cunt. Again I licked out the stranger's cum and brought Vicki to another orgasm.

I was then ordered to lick Andy's cock clean before he left. 

My hands were re-cuffed and tied to a rope, which they then extended over my head causing my arms to be outstretched upward.

"We're not quite through with you Mike," Nancy said. "I know you need some relief, and we're going to give it to you."

"You want all of those clothespins off of you don't you slave?" Vicki asked me.

"Yes please Mistress, they hurt very badly," I pleaded.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of that for you" Vicki said.

They both walked across the room and came back carrying riding crops.

"Remember, you asked for this," Vicki said as she got in front of me and Nancy behind me.

"Now!" Vicki said, and they both began furiously whipping the clothespins from my body.

Vicki was slapping the pins from my nipples as Nancy whipped them off of my ass. 

When those were gone, they stopped, leaving the pins on my cock and balls.

Nancy grabbed the pins on my cock and balls and asked me, "Do you want these off too slave?"

I dreaded the thought but had no choice. "Yes Mistress."

They then began taking turns, three swipes each, removing the pins from my balls. Occasionally a misfire would cause the whip to land directly on my balls. 

I thought I would pass out from the pain. Then they started on my shaft, now not really caring if the whip was slapping my cock and balls or the pins.

I was crying, begging them to stop. There was one pin left at the tip of my cock. 

Vicki walked to a table and returned with a large leather strap. 

"Beg me!" she said looking into my eyes.

"Please do it Mistress," I said through teary eyes.

She brought the strap up from the underside, missing the pin but squaring up on my balls.

I hung limply in my restraints as she brought the strap high over her head and brought it down with a vengeance on the top of my cock, knocking the last pin off of me.

I couldn't even hold myself up as I swung from the rope on my arms. 

Vicki then moved behind me and pulled the dildo from my ass. She brought it to my lips and ordered me to lick it clean.

"Ooooh, you're good Vicki" Nancy said.

"I hope you learned your lesson about stealing panties fuck head," Vicki said, and they both left the room.



My Wife, My Mistress Ch. 06



I was now at two wicked women's disposal for their every wish. 

On certain days I was designated to be Vicki's slave. The days were random so I never knew whom I would be serving from one day to the next.

Vicki was heavily into the tease and denial game as I soon found out.

Whenever I arrived at Vicki's house she would remove my cock cage. She would then require various acts of body worship from me during which time I was expected get an erection, which was never difficult considering my state of mind.

I was expected to keep my cock hard every second of the day. She wanted full access to a hard cock whenever she wanted it. Unlike Nancy, Vicki would sometimes allow me to fuck her, but I was never allowed to cum.

I don't know which was worse, being able to fuck without cumming or not being able to have the feeling of that soft cunt wrapped around my cock at all.

The first time she did this to me was after I had shaved her pussy and licked her to orgasm, which was a normal routine I provided for her. And a routine that always drove me crazy sexually.

As usual, after bringing her to orgasm with my tongue, my cock was dying to be touched and dripping with cum.

Vicki instructed me to lay on the bed with my hands interlocked behind my neck. 

"Do you want me to fuck you Slave," Vicki asked?

"Please Mistress," I begged, never believing she would actually allow me to enter her.

"You know you will have to suck every ounce of your cum from my pussy if I fuck you don't you Slave?"

"Yes Mistress," I said, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

"This will have to be our little secret from Nancy," she said.

"Look into my eyes. I want to see the look on your face when you feel a hot pussy around your cock for the first time in months," she said as she slowly lowered herself onto my cock with her dripping, hot pussy.

We were staring deeply into each other's eyes as she began to slowly grind on my cock.

"Don't you dare cum until I tell you to Slave," Vicki said as she sped up her movements.

It was all I could do to hold back from cumming. I didn't want it to stop.

I watched as Vicki came closer to her own orgasm. The sounds of her moans were almost enough to send me over the edge as I still looked into her eyes. 

Within minutes she was screaming as she came on my cock buried deep inside her. 

I begged her to allow me to cum.

"You want to cum Mike?" she taunted as she continued to now slowly move up and down my cock.

"Please Mistress" I begged.

"You can cum when I say "now"," and her movements became faster.

My whole body was shaking trying to keep from going over the edge. I had never been kept at that point for so long ever before.

"NOW" Vicki said, as she abruptly lifted her wet pussy off of my cock.

My hips thrust upward uncontrollably. My cock needed relief so badly but it was not going to happen.

Vicki laughed, "You didn't think I would actually allow you pleasure do you?"

"You seem to forget that your days of pleasure are only decided by your Mistresses."

She then straddled my face and ordered me to lick her clean of all the filth my cock had caused.

I dutifully lapped her pussy as she pulled me hard into her, grinding herself to yet another orgasm.

She then slid down to lay beside me, slowly stroking my cock with the lightest touch possible.

"That was so relaxing, wasn't it Slave?" she said with an evil smile.

When I didn't answer she slapped my balls. 

"I asked you a question and I expect an answer" she yelled.

"If it pleased you Mistress," I said.

"You don't sound very sincere. Did you like the feel of my pussy around your cock Slave? She asked.

"Yes Mistress" I answered truthfully.

"It's still so hard Mike," she said. "I like the way you keep it hard for me."

Suddenly she then began slapping my cock and punching my balls.

"Don't let it go soft on me Slave!" she yelled as she continued her beating.

I soon had to close my legs and roll over.

"Get on your back now!" she screamed.

I hesitantly rolled over and she saw my now limp cock.

"Well, well, well. This gives me an opportunity to try my latest game of "Can Mike keep his cock soft," she said.

She opened the drawer to her nightstand and pulled out a cock restraint that looked just like the one I always wear, except this one had tiny holes in several places. 

She locked the contraption around my balls and inserted my cock into the opening. 

"Since you don't want to keep your cock hard for me, even after I allowed you to fuck me, we'll see if you can keep it soft," she said with a smile on her face.

After locking my cock into the tube, she began inserting straight pins into six openings in the end of the tube. If my cock grew at all, the pins would pierce the head of my cock.

"So, how does that feel?" Vicki asked. "Shall we test your ability to stay soft?"

" I think I need a bath," Vicki said. "Want to help me Slave?"

I cautiously walked, following Vicki's beautiful ass to the bathroom. Her soft brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. She knew she was driving me crazy as I tried my best to keep my cock soft.

"Prepare my bath Slave," Vicki said.

I began running the water and laid out the usual soap and washcloth.

"We won't need the washcloth," she said.

I knelt beside the bathtub as she stepped in and lowered her beautiful body into the hot water.

"Hold out your hand," she said as she poured a large amount of liquid soap in my hands.

She lay back in the water, which was just enough water to allow the front of her body to be exposed above the water line. She looked incredible lying there and she knew it.

"Start at my feet and clean me Slave," she said.

I could feel my cock stirring as I moved to her feet, carefully cleaning between every toe. The slowly working my way up her legs. She let out a soft moan as I got above her knees and began washing her hard thighs.

"Stop," Vicki said as she took my hands and moved them to her breasts. Her own hand moved to her pussy as I slid my hands all over her breasts. 

Soon her breathing became more erratic and her hips began moving with her hands.

As she got closer to orgasm I felt my own cock beginning to grow. I felt my cock reach the tip of the pins, trying so hard to keep it from growing but sliding my hands all over Vicki's wet body while I watched her bring herself to orgasm was too much.

I felt the first pin pierce my cock head as she began her orgasm, staring into my eyes knowing very well she was causing me extreme pain.

Within seconds the remainder of the pins had pierced my cock and I rolled over onto the ground trying to pull the contraption off of me to no avail since it was locked on.

I soon realized this only caused me more pain so I had no option but to endure it.

Vicki raised her body and rested her head on her hands, looking at me.

"You just can't decide whether to keep that cock hard or soft can you Slave?"

She reached over the tub and grabbed my balls in one hand and slapped them hard with the other. 

"Maybe that will help soften that cock," she laughed.

After her bath I helped her dress, which occasionally caused my cock to grow and again be pierced. My cock was in agony but I didn't dare complain.

"I think we'll keep this cock cage on for a while. I like it, don't you?" she asked.

"If it pleases you Mistress," I replied.

"You know, as I remember you like looking at pictures of me like you did with the slideshow the day you were caught with my panties. Come in here," she said as she led me to her den.

She sat me in a chair in front of her computer. She left the room and returned with a pair of handcuffs with which she secured my hands to the back of the chair.

"I set up a slideshow especially for your viewing pleasure Slave," she said as she reached over me and pressed a button on the computer.

The show consisted of many pictures of her in scantily clad clothing, or no clothing at all. After each 5 pictures, a short video would come on showing Vicki in various sex scenarios, either by herself, or with other men.

I felt my confined cock betray me as it began to grow, dreading the thought of the piercing pins. Even so, I couldn't look away.

"Enjoy the show Slave," she said. 

"Don't worry, you will only have to endure this for several hours until I get back," she laughed, as I felt the first pin penetrate the head of my cock. 



My Wife, My Mistress



I was released from my bonds and given the keys to the collar and cock harness. Mistress told me to sleep in the guestroom and to think about what she told me. If I agreed to continue to be her slave I was to present myself in the morning in the collar and cock harness. If I decided the life of a sex slave was not for me, I was to gather my things and be out of the house before 8 am the next morning and out of her life. If I chose to continue to serve my Mistress I would come wake Her at 8 in the morning by licking her feet but only after preparing breakfast.

I of course chose to be Mistress Jana's slave and two years later we were married. Thou not known to the wedding guest, instead of a wedding ring Mistress had a gold ring with the inscription "Property of Mistress Jana" installed in the head of my cock the week before the wedding. We have had many wonderful adventures before and after we were married. Mistress Jana never ceases to amaze me.