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A Great Recession

By: GreaserBob



What I am about to tell you happened in 2009 at the lowest point in the Great Recession. Markets were melting down. Folks were hanging on to their jobs with a death grip, and foreclosures were piling up. I was one of the casualties.

For almost 20 years, I had worked for the Central City Free Press, rising to the position of editor and columnist. Although the Press survived when many other major metro dailies did not, it didn't survive without sacrifice and layoffs. Along with dozens of coworkers, I lost my job.

Meanwhile, the large company my wife, Jane, worked for had its own version of cutting back. Scores of white men in the their late fifties and early sixties were forced to take early retirement. That meant she was able to move up into the position of general counsel and chief legal officer vacated by her old boss. The company saved money by paying the new folks less in salaries and bonuses. Even with that limitation, it meant a pay raise for her. 

After our two boys were in bed asleep, one night not long after my lay off, we sat down to talk about it. She pointed out that if we went without paying a nanny or au pair — ours had just quit — and I became 'Mr. Mom,' we still would net $10,000 ahead of where we were. 

"If you get any free lance jobs, then that's just extra money," Laura said with a smile. "You don't have to. It's just an option to consider."

We talked about it. We talked about my prospects, about my teaching part-time at Bayard University, about doing nonprofit work and how that might grow into a paying job. In the end, we always circled back to the idea of me becoming the homemaker. Laura didn't insult my masculinity by calling it that, but that's what it was. In the end, it's what happened.

I became the primary parent for our kids -- meals, shuttle service, mediation. I became the cook and cleaner. Funny thing was, I liked it, and so did my kids. We'd never been closer. I even managed to squeeze in some paid blogging and writing during the day while they were in school. My relationship with Laura also changed.

Work was a grind, and the added responsibilities at the office were a new and heavy weight on her. Most days, Laura arrived home stressed and tired, rolling in just in time for dinner. I had my own stresses, but they actually seemed less. Plus, on most weekdays, I could manage an afternoon nap before I picked up the kids. It was reinvigorating. Once homework and baths were squared away, I would put the kids to bed, then attend to Laura. I'd fix her a glass of wine or a cocktail if she wanted it, and she would plop her head or feet in my lap while she told me about her day and we watched TV.

Now, I've always had a little bit of a foot fetish. Nothing too intense or obsessive, but it was there nevertheless. Rubbing her feet with a little oil or moisturizer became part of our routine. My getting a semi-hard erection while doing so also became a routine part of that act of service. Until one fateful night, Laura was too distracted by the TV, telling me about her day or simply blissed out to notice that. However, that night in January, I was in my boxers, and we hadn't had sex in several days. 

At the exact same time that I noticed my hard cock had escaped the fly of my boxers, Laura noticed, too. 

"Well, I guess you enjoy rubbing my feet as much as I do," she said with a little laugh. "Wifey's clit is so big tonight."

We had both become comfortable enough in my new role that our conversation sometimes was sprinkled with playful, mocking pet names like "wifey." I would sometimes tease her back by calling her "boss" or "bitch-queen."

Laura grazed my cock with her naked foot, eliciting an involuntary moan from me. She chuckled, sat up and wrapped her hand around my hard shaft.

"God, you are hard as a rock. Is this really turning you on, baby?" 

I replied with a breathless yes, and she giggled.

Before we go further, I should admit here that during the day at home I had taken sometimes to cruising certain porn sites. It had been partially accidental that I had stumbled on some domestic femdom ones, though. I'd always found BDSM and roleplaying somewhat silly, like adults playing cowboys and Indians, but I now found that these things became a turn on. Maybe it was my new role in our household or maybe it was a tendency lying latent or dormant in me for a long time. Nevertheless, I was somewhat prepped for, even eager to accept Laura's sexual assertiveness.

For a minute or two, she silently stroked my cock and teased my balls with her feet. Laura then noticed the bead of precum that had formed on the urethral opening of my cock. She sat up and then swiped it onto her finger. I think she shocked and surprised us both by depositing the drop onto my tongue and into my gaping, panting mouth. Both of us blushed. She smiled, and I swallowed.

"I think wifey should do her duty and give her man a nice, long blowjob. Don't you think?"

I nodded.

"Get up and strip for me."

In less than a minute, I stood before her completely naked, completely erect and completely hers. I was so mesmerized by the experience that I wasn't even nervous about the kids waking up and finding us like this in the living room. I was ready to perform for Laura, ready to serve. I was turned on like nothing else, at least since I was in college.

With warmth and love and just a bit of steel, Laura smiled at me. She stood and slipped off her panties, past her black thigh-highs, to her feet. Next, Laura removed her top and bra. Except for her skirt and stockings, she was naked. Laura sat like a queen on the edge of the sofa.

"Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to me, wifey. I want you to make me happy," she said.

I complied and resting on my haunches, I knelt before my new queen.

Laura took my face in her hands and stroked it. She ran her fingers through my hair for a few seconds, then took my head and her hands and pushed me down. She didn't want me to kiss and lick her thighs or engage in any preliminaries. No, Laura guided my lips and face directly to where she wanted them to be, between her legs and nuzzling her hot, wet delta. I'd never found her so wet.

Since earning her promotion, Laura had stopped shaving her pussy, and it had grown very fast. It was thick dark mass of curls, and I loved it. I never thought I would, but I did. Otherwise, her pussy was trimmed and clipped into a neat V-shape, but it was natural with that delta. I felt it against the bridge of my nose and the bottom of my forehead as my mouth worship and drank from her. My tongue lapped hungrily, desperately at her lips, licking up her juice, circling her clit and plunging below.

"Oh, God, that's good," she gasped and whispered. "Keep it up, wifey. You are such a good little bitch. I love it, you cocksucking slut."

I loved it, too. I'd told myself that my new femdom fantasies where just that, fantasies. They were something a bored, 40-something man like myself could explore but wouldn't enjoy in reality. After all, I was a man in a straight marriage. I had put the lie to my own thoughts now. My cock had never been harder, and it felt so right. I had to admit it. I was desperate to please Laura. Apparently, I was succeeding.

Laura's moans increased in frequency and volume, and then she surprised me by pushing me away. I lied back on my elbows while she stood and composed herself. Then, she surprised me again.

"Lie flat," she commanded. I obeyed.

She took a few steps and straddled my torso. Despite the low light of the room, I could see up through her skirt to pussy, dark and pungent. Her scent filled the room and it was intoxicating. My queen stared down at me, arms akimbo. Her eyes were clear and shined with strength and power. Wordlessly, she relaxed her arms and descended. Her skirt enveloped my head like the hood around the head of a condemned man. Here was the death of my old life and the beginning of a new one. How perfect it was that I should worship pussy when it was pussy that brought me into this world. Now, it would be pussy; hot wet cunt; that would remake me.

I don't remember what followed precisely. My state of mind was ecstatic now, not susceptible to detail and memorization. Intense images and feelings, I do recall. The heat and taste of Laura's pussy, her juices, the feel of her knees and thighs on each side of my face — sometimes touching, sometimes like distant pillars holding aloft her Delta, the intoxicating scent of her in my nostrils, the weight of her as she sometimes came to rest on my chin and mouth. Her nectar poured down my chin onto my neck. I licked and licked and endlessly I licked. Both of us were hungry virgins again. Her moans were like hymns to me. Her orgasms stair-stepped — a small one, almost imperceptible to me; a second one — intense but still in the realm of past experience. Between the first and second, I licked at her thighs, her bush. Between the second and the third, I blew and snuffled at her quim. Finally, she said, "One more."

I resumed my licking, slowly exploring where she was most sensitive and where I could apply myself with vigor. I paced things slowly.

Meanwhile, Laura spoke to me.

"My god, I've never felt you lick me like this before, Rob," she said between breaths. "It's amazing. I think wifey is going to need to do this a lot more. Will you be a good wifey? Do you want to?"

I answered in the affirmative and begged her to let me.

"Don't worry, you'll get an endless supply of my pussy. I'll take care of wifey, too. I have some ideas maybe. Maybe I'll have you come down to the office and lick me; feed you lunch. Would that turn wifey-slut on? Would it?"

Again, the answer was yes.

As the sexual tension built in her loins again, the words ceased and became grunts and groans. My pace increased. I was lapping at her, hungry for her juicy cunt. I circled her clit with my tongue and plunged down again to lick inside her. Slowly, very slowly, I licked up, not neglecting in part of her I could reach with my tongue. Eventually, I peaked at her clit again. I circled it and licked at the sweet spot nearby.

Laura's gasps and cries turned into something almost guttural and strangled. I had brought her to frenzy. Her legs jerked, her pussy now beat against my chin and mouth and she exploded, bouncing. Laura drenched me, rubbing her delta against my face and forehead then collapsed, falling forward onto the palms of her hand. She was on all fours above me.

Gasping for air and dripping sweat from her face, she uttered a single exclamation, "Holy fuck!" and then collapsed completely onto the floor, facedown.

I chuckled softly in pleasure.

Eventually, we picked ourselves up, went to the bedroom and put on robs. The next order of business was to make some cocktails, gather some midnight snacks and talk.

More on how that conversation unfolded in part two.

A Great Recession Ch. 02



 A Great Recession: The 1st Pegging

This is the second part of what I plan to be a short series of several stories. Part one is a briefer introduction of Laura and Rob the central characters, a married couple exploring BDSM, power exchange, femdom and male submission.

Some weeks later, I found myself in the parking lot outside an adult gift shop thinking about what had led me there.

As I said before, immediately after Laura had used me and my mouth for her pleasure, we talked. The experience had opened her up. We both were surprised by how spontaneous and natural the experience had been. It was in the course of talking about sex, kinks, BDSM and femdom that I confessed to exploring those topics on the Internet. She smiled and asked me to send her links to the websites I had visited. Laura then surprised me for the second time that night.

"Well, I think I'm done for the night," she declared. "I'm going to bed, but it looks like you need some relief before you do."

I looked down at my crotch as she did and was greeted once more by the sight of my hard, thick erection. (I'm a little over six inches but very thick, circumcised too).

Laura chuckled in her husky voiced, Demi Moore/ScarJo way.

"You won't get relief from me. Because you were keeping secrets and selfishly wasting your orgasms, so that's what you will do tonight, you've forfeited the privilege of more."

I must have looked disappointed and pouty because she chuckled again.

"Oh, cheer up, wifey," Laura said as she patted me on the head like an errant dog. "You should be glad to get my permission to cum at all."

I thanked her.

"That's better. One last thing, I want you email me all the links of what you look at tonight before and at orgasm. I also want you to tell me exactly what you were thinking when you came. Be honest." Then, she looked at me and added, "I love you, Rob. I won't judge you for anything you tell me."

I blushed with satisfaction. She got up and walked to our bedroom upstairs while I went to the home office downstairs to look at porn and wank. After only 10 minutes, including some edging, I came like a teenager in long, propulsive ropes of cum, and then I sent her the email.

After that initial, almost accidental exploration of femdom on that first night, both an ongoing conversation and an evolution began between Laura and myself. She was surprised and excited to discover how much she had enjoyed being sexually dominant with me. I was surprised and excited by it, too, and relieved she didn't seem to think less of me as a man or spouse. Doors opened. We kept talking about all sorts of kinks and sexual interests. Of course, we had sex again. With some small variations, we repeated that first experiment more than once. Laura and I also had conventional, married sex, too, but somehow even that was more fun and fresh than it had been in years.

A month after that night, she also surprised me by explaining how much femdom had helped her at work. Our 'sessions' had given her a new confidence in working with the male executives of the company. Interestingly, they were deferring more and more to her judgment, and the more junior women had started to admire and look up to her in a new way. Laura said that she had read that some powerful men and women crave sexual submission as a release, but that she had found the opposite was true for her. Sexual dominance and the clarity it brought to our sex life was a release itself for her. It was truly empowered by it, even in her professional world.

Finally, spring break rolled around. Our kids begged and asked to go visit their grandfather, Bob, whom they adore. Bob, Laura's father, drove down to pick them up on the Friday commencing the break, then drove them home with him. Laura then surprised me by informing me she had scheduled the entire week out of the office. Although things there were settling down, she couldn't abandon the company entirely. But, she could manage half days from home and keep the rest of the schedule clear. Everything usually slowed down in the office during spring break anyway with so many people taking time off for school-age children and vacations.

Friday night, both of us were tired. Laura from a round of meetings in anticipation of the week off, and me, I was tired from packing for the kids on top of the ordinary routine of things. We went for pizza and beer at CenCity Za, and then called it an early night. Lying in bed before we drifted off to sleep, Laura was teasing and playful. 

"Tomorrow, our week-long erotic journey begins. I have everything mapped out, and I'll be in charge," she said with voice that was half-facetious and half genuinely commanding.

"Uh...we haven't talked about this," I replied warily.

"Do we need to?"

I saw the smiling steel in her eyes and blushed a deep red. Almost meekly, I replied with a "no" and a shake of my head. With my eyes down, "No, mistress." Instantly, I felt my cock start to grow hard.

"Good," she said. "You are so sweet." She kissed me on the forehead. "Besides, we've been talking for weeks. I think we know where we want to go with this. Tomorrow, I want you to drive to Kinkster and pick up some things. Can you do that?"

I said I could.

"Great, and you are such a good wifey," Laura said as she tousled my hair and then rolled over to go to sleep.

My excitement kept me awake for longer, but I eventually drifted off too.

When I awoke in the morning, Laura was in sweats and a T-shirt and on the phone with another executive on a business trip to Asia. She was talking to him while using the computer in our home office. Laura waved at me and mouthed the words for "good morning." I smiled back and went to fix our breakfast. As we were wrapping up, she told me she would be working the rest of the morning but that we would be completely free to play until Sunday afternoon.

"So, shower, do anything else you must do, then go to Kinkster. Once you are there, I'll text you your shopping list."

That's how I ended up waiting in the parking lot on a cool, rainy and overcast March day. Finally, after a few minutes in my car, my phone dinged. There it was in my messages.

I was shocked and a little nervous when I read through the long list of items to purchase, about a dozen of them. The list was very specific though, even including what brands to look for. At the end was a note.

"You will use your own money for these purchases. I know the costs of the items and how much you've earned. It will be enough. I'll explain later why I want you to use that money rather than the joint account. Lastly, you are to use the digital recorder while shopping. You will approach a sales person and say, 'I am a male submissive, and my mistress has sent me here to shop. Can you help me?' Keep the recorder on until you have exited the shop."

I paused for a moment to summon my courage, then I retrieved the recorder from the glove box. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, and headed down the sidewalk into Kinkster.

Shopping

Still from the outside, I looked at the building housing Kinkster. It's one of those things that drives city leaders crazy. The owner inherited the building, renovated it and opened Kinkster just as the Wrayville section of Central City was beginning to revive. Although it was in a visible location, the city's sexually oriented business ordinance was written in such a way that it allowed for Kinkster to be there. To his credit, the owner put considerable funds into restoring the late Victorian commercial exterior and renovating the interior. It was three stories tall, somewhat narrow and very deep brick building. I entered the first floor and looked around.

It was early in the business day and quiet. I saw no other customers. A young alterna-chick with tats and piercings was walking the floor straightening and stocking. A portly middle-aged man with a shaved head, who was dressed in business casual like a good Chamber of Commerce member on the weekend, was behind the counter looking at a sales computer. I decided to approach the young woman instead.

I walked up to her with the recorder on in my jacket pocket. She greeted me with a 'hi' and before she could say more, I said the words. I think I was blushing a deep red because she chuckled low at me, laughed briefly and said, "OK, come with me, pussy boy."

The next 15 minutes were spent working the list. Laura -- yep, that was her name --- was matter of fact and put me at ease. She could have been a clerk in any other shop helping me with purchases, and her business-like attitude. I texted a couple of questions we both had to my wife. After a delay of five minutes, she replied by calling my phone. She said, "Hand the phone to her."

A little confused, I handed it over to the second Laura. This is what I heard:

"Hi, this is Laura. ... (with a laugh, she repeated our questions and listened to the answers) ... Sure."

Next, she took a selfie and texted it back to Mistress Laura.

"Yeah, he's cute. I'm envious you have such a cute slave. ... (laugh) That's a generous offer. I may take you up on it sometime. (laugh) ... Sure, no problem. ... It was good to talk to you. ... Bye."

Laura the Clerk hung up, texted her name and contact info to Laura the Mistress, and then handed the iPhone back to me. She resumed her previous retail demeanor.

"OK, she answered our questions. I think we're almost done."

We gathered the remaining items and went to check out. Baldy was on an old cordless phone talking business with someone. Laura rang up my purchases and handed me three full bags of sex toys and BDSM items. 

"Your mistress offered to rent you to me for a very cheap rate because she said I had been so helpful," she whispered. "We will see each other again."

I was shocked, a little queasy and excited by her words. I had a lot to think about on the drive back home.

Home Again

As I entered the master bedroom, Laura called out to me from the bathroom.

"There's a sheet on the floor. Open the ones that are packaged and line all of them on the floor for us, wifey."

This took several minutes. Meanwhile, she remained in the bathroom.

"They're ready, Mistress," I finally called out.

"Good," she said. "Now, strip and kneel on the floor. Take a position looking away from the bathroom door, wifey."

I complied.

"I'm ready, Mistress."

My erection had never been harder or bigger. It might have even stretched to a full seven.

I heard her emerge and felt her presence right behind me. I think she was looking at the toys.

"Very good," she said. "I was worried you wouldn't be able to get everything on the list. I am going to have such fun with you this week, wifey."

Every time she said 'wifey,' my cock twitched.

"Keep your eyes down like that, you hot little slut."

Laura circled me a few times, and then stopped a few feet in front.

"You may look, slave."

Laura was ravishing, a true Goddess in long, black thigh highs with lace cuffs at the top. She was wearing 4-inch stiletto heels, the black ones I loved. A half-bra pushed her breasts up and made her nipples stand out. Her raven black hair was pulled back into a severe pony tail, her make up lightly and tastefully done as always.

That was the first time she'd used the word 'slave' with me, and I was greatly aroused by it.

"Today, you are going to get fucked. I think 'pegged' is the term people are using now."

I uttered a small, involuntary whimper.

"First though, we have to prep your ass. I'm sure you have a tight one. Don't you, wifey?"

"Yes, Mistress Laura."

"You haven't stretched it out on your own, have you?"

"I'm sure you've played with it some, so it's good to hear that. ... Now, rise and follow me into the office. Get the anal kit before you do though."

I retrieved the kit and the case that held it from the sheet and walked behind her downstairs.

Once in the office, she commanded me to kneel in front of the swivel office chair on a large, white plastic sheet that covered half of the floor space. I don't know where she got it. Laura sat down like a queen taking her throne. It was mesmerizing.

"Get on all fours like a good bitch, wifey."

Next, she went behind me and got the lube and starter butt plug from the kit. I could hear her lube it up, then I felt the lube squirt onto my asshole.

I must have tensed because Mistress Laura commanded me to relax and breathe. I felt the tip of the plug on my asshole, stretch it and finally pop inside. It gave me a sense of fullness and some discomfort, but I was excited by this new development in our sex life. Laura walked around me, sat down in the office chair and spread her legs.

"Worship my pussy, slut."

I obeyed and crawled closer. A whiff of her steaming quim reached my nostrils, teased me under my chin and pulled me closer. I was pulled in and began licking her inner thighs, kissing and licking. Of course, the closer I got the stronger her scent and the faster my fall into oblivion, a world occupied only by her pussy and my tongue. Laura's hotness almost seared my face but I sought no relief. The tip of my tongue touched her labia. I sighed and she gasped as I pressed forth. Oh, how delicious it was. I really was her worshipper. I licked deeper and deeper. I became more and more intoxicated. My only other point of awareness was the plug in my ass. My cunnilingus pushed her higher and higher. Laura's orgasm came quickly. Her legs jerked and she was panting.

"Wow, very good, wifey," she said.

Laura got up, walked behind me. I was back on all fours, and she removed the plug slowly.

"You're already wider," she said before lubing up a larger plug, applying more lube to my asshole and inserting it.

I gasped as it went in. This plug was pushing my limit for sure. The fullness and stretching were even more extreme.

Still, Laura was able to get it all in before returning to her throne. I heard her sit and then I looked up as she picked up her cell phone to make a call. This unsettled me and greatly spiked my anxiety.

Phone A Friend

"Hi, Ann? How are you? ... Yeah, I'm just sitting here and thought it be a good time to catch up on the reunion plans for old Wingaert High."

She gestured to me to kneel down lower and kiss her feet as Laura slipped them out of her high heels.

I proceeded to kiss and lick them. My arousal almost doubled, her divided attention and air of indifference to my activities was humiliating and exciting. She was playing her new role to the hilt, and I was loving it. Her conversation continued with only the occasional vocal tic brought on by my licking. Slowly, Laura moved to the edge of the office chair and leaned back slightly, giving me free access to her pussy. No verbal command was uttered. Instead, she just pointed down at her delta. I dove in again, worshipping with even greater fervor. 

The ardor was returned. Laura wound down her conversation with Ann, hung up and pulled my face and mouth into her quim with force. I lapped as best I could despite the mashing. She rubbed her juices and pussy all over my mouth, chin and nose like she was marking her territory and her property, a stream of moans and verbal abuse flowed from her mouth.

"Yeah, lick that cunt, wifey. ... Suck it. ... Harder, you bitch. Lick it harder. ... Faster ... Lower, tongue fuck that pussy. ... You love it, don't you? You are such a slut. Every time you lick, you get better. ... I may have to pimp you out to my friends. Would you like that, slut?"

Her words enflamed my hunger for her. My responses to her questions were answered in the affirmative with even louder moans of desire. I wasn't sure if they were real proposals or only hot thoughts, but they filled me with longing nevertheless. Finally, in the last minute or two of my oral worship, Laura descended into incoherent moans and ragged breathing that grew louder and faster. Finally, she exploded, flooding my face with her essence.

She pushed me away and gasped for air. I fell back, leaning on my hands pressed behind me into the floor. Laura smiled, said "very good" and then stood. A little breathily, she exited the room as she told me to stay.

Less than two minutes later, she returned and stood in front of me holding one of the new strap-ons, a harness and a remote control vibe that was disc-shaped. After putting on the harness and before finally adjusting the straps, she slipped the dildo through the opening and then placed the disc-vibe into a pouch at its base. I was completely hypnotized by the sight of it. Laura did it with such ease and confidence that you might have thought her an experienced professional domme. For just a second or two, she used the remote to test the vibrator, and then told me to stand.

I hadn't noticed it there before, but she picked up a roll of duct tape from the desk, told me to raise my arms and proceeded to tape the remote to my back. This confused me, but I asked no questions.

"Kneel, slave," she commanded. I obeyed.

Laura stepped forward a few feet until the dildo was inches from my face. It was flesh tone, about seven inches in length and narrower in width then the plug still in my ass.

"Will you be my cocksucker, wifey?"

"Yes, I will be your cocksucker, Mistress."

"That's a good boy," she said while patting my head again. I didn't know whether to be humiliated by the gesture in a good or bad way. "Maybe one day I'll feed you a real cock, but today I think you will exclusively suck my girlcock. ... Let me make another phone call first."

Alarms sounded in my head again. Shit, Laura was using Facetime on her phone. I heard her talk to someone in her business voice and then ask to be connected to "Mistress Jane."

"Hi, Jane, is this time still good?" I heard her ask. "... Great, let me set it up."

She positioned the camera on the desk so it had a wide sweep in the room at an angle that would put us in the foreground.

"Mmmm, he looks delicious, Laura."

"He is," she said proudly, words I was happy to hear.

"Mistress Jane has agreed to be witness to your humiliation, wifey."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress Jane."

Jane laughed. "We'll isn't he eager to please."

Laura ordered me to kneel on all fours then press my face to the floor. The butt plug shifted as I did.

Slowly, she withdrew the plug and placed it on a towel spread on the floor. Laura next lubed the dildo and squirted fresh lube onto my asshole.

"Are you ready to get fucked for me and Mistress Jane, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress Laura," I practically moaned.

I heard Jane chuckle softly as I watched Laura kneel behind me from the point of view of the screen on the phone. I felt the tip of the dildo on my asshole, and I almost quivered with nervousness and excitement.

"Beg me, bitch," I heard Laura say.

"Please fuck me, Mistress. Please fuck me, Mistress Laura. I want to feel your girlcock in my manpussy, my boypussy, please," I moaned with desire. "Make me your bitch."

Mistress Jane's sadistic voice came through the speaker of the phone.

"Oh, my, listen to that slut, Laura. He's such a little faggot for you."

"Yes," Laura said. "And think of all the countless times he's penetrated me with his cock. Don't you think it's only fair that I return the favor, wifey?"

Again, I moaned my 'yes.'

"I think just the tip for now," she said. The dildo's head, the head of the girlcock, spread me open, and then popped inside. "Do NOT move, wifey. ... Tell me more."

I hesitated and she slapped my ass.

"I deserve to get fucked for all the times I have fucked, Mistress. "You should be in charge of our sex lives from now on. You are already. Please take me and ... and complete your acquisition of your new slave. Put me in my place and show me where I belong."

"Impressive," Mistress Jane said.




A Great Recession Ch. 02



Without a word, Laura sank her cock into my ass, spreading me and filling me but did so without much pain to me because of the preparation with the plugs. Her long, slow thrust pushed me down into the carpet and floor further, although I managed to keep my ass up and high for her. Once she bottomed out, Laura paused and slowly withdrew, then repeated her thrust before the head slipped out. I felt so vulnerable and so amazingly aroused. My cock and balls pushed at the straps confining them as the girlcock teased my prostate. I moaned low and deep as my mind entered the bliss I had heard called subspace. I understood it now. Laura's cock had reduced me to a non-verbal, hungry animal filled with lust and increasing satisfaction. That must have been when I began drooling. Only later did I notice it the spit pooling around my mouth and on the sheet.

With each thrust, Laura picked up her pace but the rate of acceleration was slow, gentle and seductive. My awareness was dim and clouded, but I was aware of a buzz of conversation between the mistresses. Through the fog, I recall the tone of Jane urging her on, telling Laura to fuck me hard, to pound my ass. I felt Laura's fingers on my back as she operated the remote strapped there. On the down part of each thrust, with he dildo's base pushed up against my ass cheeks, I could feel the buzz of the vibrator. Soon, Laura was gasping and moaning along with me. Jane's voice became more frenzied, pushing us both to new heights.

Laura's hand reached underneath me and loosened the straps, which fell to the floor. If cocks could sigh, then mine would have at that moment. 

"Stroke that big clit, wifey," Laura almost bellowed. "Stroke it and cum for me on the sheet. You know what you are going to do then, bitch?"

"I ... I'm going to lick it up and swallow it for you, Mistress?"

"That's right, but do you know why? Because a good wifey always swallows and because weak bitch boys can't afford to waste cum. They need to absorb its masculine energy so they can continue to masquerade as real men. The more cum they eat, the better they can fake it." 

It was a bizarre and entertaining thought but it barely impacted on the surface of my lust. Only later would I consider its implications. I had no desire to cross dress or identify as transgendered, but this talk was humiliating and very arousing.

"That's right, bitch," Mistress Jane chimed in. "I want you to show it to me in your mouth and show it to your Mistress Laura, too, before you swallow."

Laura's thrusts into my ass picked up pace and she also started smacking my ass at a greater frequency. Both mistresses started a constant stream of verbal abuse that was working all of us into an ecstatic state.

"Fuck him. ... Claim his ass. ... You are going to be my bitch all week, wifey. ... What a pathetic slut. ... You moan like a girl. ... Squeal for me, wifey."

"Permission to cum, Mistress?"

"Granted, cocksucker. Cum for me, wifey."

I did squeal. I also cried and moaned and groaned, spilling my seed onto the plastic sheet. As I spewed my jizz, Laura thrust deep and came, panting and moaning, too. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, tears from strain and tears from release. Gradually, she caught her breath. She slowly pulled out of me then collapsed onto the floor, lying there on her back. I rolled onto my side on the sheet. The smells of her pussy and my semen permeated the room. It was thick with the odor sex, hot lust. 

Mistress Jane's voice jolted both of us back into awareness.

"Let me see you lick it up, whore."

Slowly, I managed to position myself on my belly in front of the pool of semen. I reached out with my tongue and began licking it up. It still was warm. When I had first eaten my own cum, I was surprised by how natural it was. I liked it. It wasn't Godiva chocolate but it wasn't nearly as unpleasant as some people said. I noticed Laura watching me closely. I could tell it was a giant turn on for her. I kept most of it in my mouth and kneeled before the lens of the phone. By then, Laura was standing next to it watching.

Almost simultaneously, they both said, "Swallow."

I closed my mouth and gulped.

It was jarring to then hear the two women exchange the ordinary pleasantries associated with finishing a phone call. "Thanks" and "Talk to you later," things like that.

When Laura hung up, she was back. Despite the fact she still was wearing the harness and cock, her demeanor was that of my spouse again. She smiled at me with such love.

"Wow," was all she said. "Wow, that was great, Rob." The utterance of my name was another indicator our session was over for now. I no longer was wifey. I was again her husband of many years.

Nevertheless, I felt a little afraid.

"Laura, do you think less of me because of what just happened?"

"No," she said. After a long, thoughtful pause, "No, I love you even more. ... A few months ago, you were a great husband, better than I could have hoped for, but you and I were conventionally great. Now, God, ... I don't know yet how to describe where we are, but it's ... awesome. That you want to please me so much that you would sacrifice even your outward masculinity for me is, you would give up your white male privilege, fuck. It's white-hot sexy. I love you even more."

Laura bent down to kiss me, and we shared a long, deep kiss.

We smiled at each other, then her grin hardened as she pulled back. It was the ominous smile of a happy predator, pleased at sinking its claws into a captor.

"Over the rest of the week though, I am going to make you totally my bitch. Do you want me to do that, Rob?"

"Oh, yes, mistress."

From a desk drawer, she drew forth a leather collar with shining metal studs.

She placed it around my next and clasped it shut.

"Good, then let's get started, wifey."

-30-



A Great Recession Ch. 03



This is the third in the "Great Recession" series of short stories. It picks up immediately after the second. This and all future stories are dedicated to my own Goddess and Queen, my wife, Mistress Marie.

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Laura's collaring was not as significant as I might have led you to believe. She immediately explained it was a training collar for the week. 

Both of us climbed into the shower in the master bath where I bathed her in silence, applying the shampoo and soap to her hair and body. I watched as she rinsed then told me to get clean and dry.

A few minutes later as I stepped into the bedroom, she was dressed in a simple, short black skirt and a casual, red top; sandals on her feet. Laura told me to approach, and I stood as she inspected me and my now soft cock and balls. She reached behind her and grabbed something.

"I want you to be chaste for me for the next few days, but I'm going to give you a choice first," she said. "You can simply refrain from masturbation or you can wear this."

Laura held out a clear, plastic tube with an adjustable metal ring attached that was like the ring of a handcuff in how it worked.

"What do you think, wifey?"

I thought for a minute. I had fantasized about this, a fantasy I'd shared very briefly with her in the recent past, so it only took a minute.

"I'll wear it, Mistress."

She smiled at me and asked me why.

"I choose to eliminate choice, Mistress, so I can be sure of obedience. It will allow me to more quietly accept chastity with less struggle."

Laura appeared to consider this and agree. She pulled my balls through the ring, adjusted it and locked it after my cockshaft was inserted in the tube.

Next, she held the key out in front of me, threaded its eye with a simple neck chain and put it around her neck.

"I'm not going to tell you when I plan on removing it. It will be sometime before Monday," she said with a devilish smile. "If you're worried about someone seeing you through a window or someone coming to the front door, then you can wear a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt, but nothing else. Or, a robe. I want you to give me a list of chores you'll be doing while I work in the morning. I may take things off or give you more depending on what I think. Once you complete all the tasks, you'll report to me for what I'm going to call pleasure service. You won't be allowed to serve me in that way unless you finish your chores. For a similar reason, I wanted you to spend your own money on the toys. I make enough for us, so I want you to spend all your money on me or the toys and tools for serving me. Do you understand?"

I told her I did and bowed my head in submission. Financial domination is NOT one of my kinks, but the arrangement nevertheless excited me. This meant even my professional labors now were dedicated to serving her, too.

Maybe it was the spontaneous bowing of my head or just the image of me kneeling there, but I felt Laura soften and possibly get just slightly weepy.

She rested her hand on my head as if blessing me and said, "You are my knight, Rob."

I swelled with pride, and then she removed her hand slowly. 

"Get in bed," Laura said softly.

I obeyed she pushed me into a tight fetal position as she wrapped herself around me. No words were spoken as we both drifted off into a welcome Saturday afternoon nap.

When I awoke, I rolled on to my back and looked at her. In her slumber, Laura too had done the same. I turned my head and stared at her as she sleep. I imagine I was beaming because I felt like I was radiating love and devotion. To say that her domination had breathed new life into our marriage was an understatement. It was good before, even the sex, but now it was so much better even than that. Before I was willing to play the role of Mr. Mom and enjoying parts of it. Adding DS to our lives, made me embrace it with enthusiasm. Laura had eroticized mundane domestic service for me. It seemed much more significant and exciting to me.

All these thoughts must have stirred her consciousness because she awoke with a sleepy smile and slowly took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. We stared at each other until Laura finally broke our reverie. She told me that we probably wouldn't be going out of the house for a few days.

After I had fixed some hot tea for us both, Laura and I both put on robes. I was otherwise naked except for my collar. She now was naked except for the key around her neck and some knee-high, stylish black boots she put on. Laura grabbed a book she was reading on corporate management or some such. I grabbed a novel I had been reading, and we went to the office library nook to read. She took the comfy, leather, wingback and I the floor. Both of us read as I sat facing away with my torso and head between her legs. Sometimes she would drape a leg over my shoulder. We sipped tea as we read. It was a wonderful quiet hour or so.

Later, I made us a light dinner of soup and salad. We repeated the moment of the library except with television and wine. I did massage her feet and rub them with moisturizer as I did. Laura petted my head at one point and told me how much she loved me.

In our home theater, two long couches run perpendicular to the 72-inch screen. A chaise lounge positioned between them ends in the space where the couches begin, leaving room to maneuver. It was a perfect throne for what Laura had in mind next. Propping herself up on a pile of pillows, she laid back with arms outstretched along the back of the chair and invited me between her legs. Facedown on the chaise lounge, I crawled between them and looked up at her.

"You are not to lick me without a command from me, wifey. I want you to bury your face and breathe me in deep. My scent is now the incense in your Church of Laura. Do you understand that?" she asked. I nodded by ascent. "I want you to smell me and be intoxicated. I want to get my scent all over you and mark you as mine. You're not wash it off."

Again, I nodded and she pushed my face into her delta. It was intoxicating. Her words and explanation made it more so. Laura's scent seeped into my brain and held me. Was this what opium smokers experienced?

Mercifully, she chose a network program I didn't like any way. She had said earlier she intended to get caught up on the episodes she had archived on our DVR. Many of the women at work watched it, and it would give her something to bond with them about, although she genuinely seems to enjoy it.

I meanwhile breathed pussy for almost 90 minutes, two episodes, before she switched it to some on-demand porno and ordered me to lick her. I took it slow, which she enjoyed. Her warm, buttery juices wetted my chin and nose. As I licked, I pressed deeper, teasing her lips and clit with the tip of my tongue before traveling down and inserting my tongue in her canal. I drank her in, then moved back up. Picking up the pace, I licked faster around her clit, suspecting the clit itself was now too sensitive. I knew well the spot near it that would be her trigger. With her silent permission, I inserted my finger into her cunt and found her g-spot. By then, she was gasping and panting and moaning. Her moans were hymns in my new Church of Laura. With my tongue, I teased her pussy lips, and then traveled back up. My precise service at her clit and g-spot were timed for maximum pleasure. Laura's lungs filled with air inhaled in a deep, deep gasp. She held it and shook, shook like never before. It must have been only a second or two, but it seemed much, much longer — her silent scream. I could feel the waves of sensation undulate inside before finally crashing out, drenching my face in her salty ocean water. On and On, she gave and I drank. I drowned until we both fell away from each other, our bodies insisting we desist.

The Next Days

We gathered ourselves, showered and went almost immediately to bed. Our words were rare and purely necessary ones — "Hand me the soap, please," "I love you" and "Goodnight." Both of us were in some weird, endorphin-drenched state of mind, leaving us capable of only the most routine functions. Laura and I slept deeply.

The next morning we went about what would become our new morning routine for the week. On my knees, I presented her with my list of tasks. Laura amended it slightly. Sunday morning, she relaxed while I did this. She read through some papers for work but alternated it with a novel and some television, the Sunday paper. Monday through Wednesday mornings, we did the same but she returned calls, answered emails and otherwise worked. I also prepared each morning's breakfast. On Sunday and Monday at breakfast, I also was ordered to crawl under the table to breath her pussy and lick her to orgasm. On Sunday and Monday nights, before retiring completely, she would straddle me on the bed. I was face up and she leaned against the wall with her hands as she humped by tongue and chin to orgasm.

Her scent seemed stronger and more pungent. It surrounded me and kept me drugged with her phermones. It never became unpleasant, which surprised. It just became more intense.

Tuesday was different. I awoke to find Laura in the master bathroom with the door locked. I heard splashing and other sounds but nothing like those associated with a full shower or bath. Through the door, she told me to get back in bed until she was ready. I dozed but did not sink completely into unconsciousness again.

Finally, she emerged. Laura apparently had showered while I still was completely asleep. The sounds I had heard were of an enema. More and more, she communicated her commands with hand signals. She stood and pointed to a spot on the floor. I rose and then kneeled there, eyes down. Still, I sensed Laura turn and back up to me.

"Kiss my ass, faggot," she commanded.

I started showering her ass cheeks with wet kisses.

After a few minutes, Laura ordered me to lick her crack, and I did. Her ass crack, fortunately, was very clean. It was then I noticed the Hitachi "back massager" in her hand. As my tongue danced over her anus, also very clean, she turned it on and began applying it to her pussy. She gasped.

"You are such an obedient ass licker, slut. I love it. Keep licking. Lick deeper. Stick that tongue in."

I started licking and was relieved to discover her asshole was as clean as her cheeks and butt crack. What I was doing was both humiliating and enormously arousing. Neither one of us had 'been here' before. As my tongue sank into her ass, Laura applied the massager in earnest. Her breathing was rapid, panting. Her words almost garbled in her lust, "Yeah ... Lick ... Bitch ... Faggot ... My bitch ..."

I could hear her approach the peak. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she yelled.

Her legs and lower body jerked and she came hard, very hard. I took the liberty of using my hands and strength to steady her and keep her from falling. Within seconds, she had gathered herself and stepped away. Laura beamed at me on my knees.

"God, that was great."

Laura walked over and collapsed into a sitting position. After she caught her breath, she gave me a come hither gesture and I crawled to her. She beamed again, took my face and head in her hands and kissed me deeply. I was passive and surrendered to the onslaught of her tongue, her oral penetration of my mouth.

Finally, she broke the kiss.

"I love you, Rob," she said. I noticed the use of my first name. She was addressing me now as her husband and lover, not just her slave and slut.

"I love you, Laura. I absolutely adore you."



A Great Recession Ch. 04



Since beginning this series, much has happened to me personally. In real life, my wife, much like Laura, has taken control of our sex life. So, I guess life really does imitate art, sometimes. One day soon, I'll write that true story up. 

This is the fourth in the series. I'm not going to recap. If you think you need more context, I urge to read the first three installments. Apologies in advance for any typos. The series is an account of a married couple exploring female domination and BDSM. 

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Laura continued to assert her dominance over the course of the following two days. However, her next course of action was to show it through denial.

Although I remained mostly or entirely naked for the subsequent 48 hours, I also was chaste. Instead of sexual service, I was forced to concentrate on my domestic duties until, frankly, the house had never looked better. Laundry was caught up, and rooms were spic and span. I ran out of tasks and projects by Wednesday afternoon.

Laura told me how pleased she was. In the meantime, she had cleared off her to-do list in regards to work. She did not abandon her own sexual pleasure while I slaved away at the house. More than once I was told to kneel and lick her to orgasm. Once was while she was on an especially tedious conference call for work. I was tasked with massaging her feet and body too. During these moments, my cock strained at its confines, swelled and dripped. Laura told me before bed on Wednesday night that I would be released on Thursday, and that she intended to play with me the entire day. I was thrilled and almost sleepless in anticipation.

The start of the following morning was so routine as to make me wonder if she had forgotten what she had said the night before. I helped her to bathe, and then we had breakfast. I was not told to shower though.

At the point when I ordinarily would start my chores, Laura told me to shower, but she would supervise. Using her key and without ceremony, she unlocked me. It felt so good just to let my cock and balls breathe. The experience gave me some understanding, I think, of what it must feel like for some women when they are bound up by a corset or ill-fitting bra.

Laura smiled at me, put the toilet lid down and sat.

"Get clean," she said.

Of course, Laura had seen me naked and showering countless times in our marriage. This time felt different, like she was watching a prized horse being groomed or contemplating the purchase of a new car. There was ownership and possession in her glance. Instead of objectification, I felt valued and proud to be hers.

When I emerged from the shower, she told me to get very dry and to use the blow dryer if I needed to. Laura said I should then lie face up on the bed and spread my legs and arms so as to thoroughly air dry. She informed me she would be downstairs while I did these things. Of course, I complied and wondered to what this was leading.

After about 20 minutes, Laura returned.

"Go pee," she commanded.

I did. On return, Laura ordered me to stand with my arms to my sides and my feet close together. My cock and balls were pulled forward so nothing was pinched between my thighs. Just below my shoulders, Laura wrapped me in several loops of duct tape. This was repeated at my wrists, and then she told me to walk to the bed and face away from it. In that position, she wrapped my legs at the knees and then my ankles. It was next to impossible for me to move. Next, Laura took a big roll of what I would soon learn was bondage tape. It's the sort of tape that has no adhesive on it but that will adhere to itself. From my neck down, I slowly was transformed into a red mummy. The ONLY parts of me left open to the air were my cock and balls and my feet and head. I noticed that the bedroom was becoming exceptionally cool and I was grateful for that because the tape trapped most of my body heat.

The final step in my mummification was even more of a surprise. Laura hooded me. The hood was black leather and equipped with zippers and flats at the eye and mouth holes. What occurred was the reverse of the previous two days. Before, my cock and balls were confined, but my body was free and nude. Now, they were free and my body was trapped. It was diabolical. I was impressed and aroused. 

Chastity and denial would have been enough on their own to make me tumescent and amorous. The tape bondage placed me on the verge of sexual insanity.

"Whew," Laura exclaimed. "That was more work than I thought it would be." She stood in front of me. "Any questions?"

"How long, Mistress?"

She laughed.

"Not to worry, it won't be two days. ... Instead of denial, I am going to use our cock and balls and only your cock and balls. Your nothing to me today but a dildo to play with, albeit a very fun dildo. Your entire body is the base of the dildo, a table, nothing more. Got it?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good," she said. "You can moan and cry and whimper. I don't care. I won't hear it. At those times, I'll be wearing my ear buds and listening to music anyway. I won't be doing anything that will necessitate safe words. OK? So don't be afraid on that count, OK?"

I nodded.

She smiled and said, "Very good, I think you get it. You're not to say a word unless I ask you a question directly. Do you know why?"

"Because tables and dildoes don't talk, mistress?"

Laura laughed again. "You are so bright. That's right, tables and dildoes do not talk. ... OK, like I said, I'm a little tired from all that taping. SO, for a few minutes I'm going to lie down here on the bed beside you."

She pushed me backwards on the bed, and then between my wrigging and her pulling me, I was positioned face up with my head and legs completely flat against the sheets and mattress. I felt Laura's weight next to me and she grew quiet. A few minutes passed while she recharged.

"OK, that was work," she said. "Now, for some fun."

I felt some lube and her hand grab my cock shaft. Laura worked the lube in and started stroking me up and down.

"You are going to be begging me for release, begging." 

I only had a partial view of the scene, unless I raised or turned my head.

"I never knew you could be such a bitch," Laura mocked. "All these years, all the fun we never had. Maybe it's my fault, too, but I think I'm going to blame you. Will you take the blame, slave?"

"Yes, mistress," I agreed.

"Good answer," she laughed. "If you had argued, you wouldn't have gotten release until Sunday, if then."

My cock throbbed and ached and my balls felt like they were size of Easter eggs.

"You tell me when you're near the edge," she commanded.

"Yes, mistress."

Laura varied the pace and tightness of her strokes. She was enjoying playing with her cock, my cock. It was like she paying attention to it in a new way, a scientist looking for new data, a musician experimenting with new sounds, my whimpers and moans.

"Edge, mistress!"

Excruciatingly and suddenly, she stopped.

"I think I'll take a break," Laura said. I groaned.

Silence followed her exit. I lain there thinking, thinking how much things had changed and what the new openness between us was going to mean. I almost laughed at the paradox: tortured and happy. And Laura, Laura now exuded a new strength and confidence I'd never seen before. Somehow, her assertiveness was making me feel more comfortable in my new role as homemaker and stay-at-home dad. We both might wear pants, but Laura definitely was wearing the strapon. I didn't need to feel like less of a man because I wasn't earning as much. I wasn't measuring my value in dollars and cents like I would have months ago. My value was in service. It wasn't a competition between us any more. I ...

Oh, shit, I felt her hand grab my balls and squeeze. Laura had returned. Her stroking resumed after a slight refresh of the lube. This time she didn't speak.

Soon, I reached another edge and told her so.

She stopped her stroking again, and, I think, left the room. The hand job resumed 15 or 20 minutes later. This happened several times until I was brought to the seventh and final edge. It left me moaning and begging for release. In fact, I reached the very earliest stages of an orgasm. More than pre-cum coated the head of my cock, a tiny squirt though. I groaned in frustration.

"Please, Mistress Laura! Please!"

She laughed and then left me for the longest time yet. I'm unclear if it was as much as an hour. In fact, it felt like hours. Laura zipped closed the openings for my eyes and all turned black. 

Nevertheless, I could hear movement around me. It felt and sounded like the movements of more than Laura. Could she have brought someone else into the room? Feelings of panic and helplessness overwhelmed me. 

There were two people there because I felt weight to my left and to my right. To my right, it was near my head. To my left, it was my midsection. And then I smelled it, cock scent that wasn't my own, clean but enough male musk to be clear. Laura laid down next to me on my left, her lips in my ear at the exact second I felt the spongy head of a penis tease my lips.

"I want you to suck a real cock for me, bitch," Laura whispered. "Can you do that? Are you willing to be a real faggot for me?"

"Yes, mistress," I moaned.

It wasn't necessary but she pinched my nose closed, and I opened my mouth to breath. Mystery Dick stayed silent but pushed his meatstick into my mouth. I closed on it and sucked, no kisses or other preliminaries.

"Oh, my GOD! That's so hot, baby girl," Laura said.

I licked that cock under its head, teased and the tip of my tongue traveled up and down its length. His pre-cum already coated my tongue. Its taste was overwhelming. I moaned and whimpered with desire. I felt Laura's firm grip around my own shaft.

"You are so hard, wifey," she said. 

My cock throbbed and ached. The cock sank deeper into my mouth. I swallowed and took it down my gullet. I sucked hard and Mystery Man moaned. He pulled back and I teased the head with my tongue and again he sank down. This repeated over and over. His cock seemed to throb in my throat in beat with my own. It was like I was sucking my own cock. It was a circle of desire and satisfaction, an ouroboros swallowing its own tail. My mind drifted deeper into subspace.

Meanwhile, Laura continued to whisper sweet humiliations into my ear, urging me deeper into submission and lust.

He pulled out and I sucked at his balls, careful to use my lips in such a way that the scrotum never felt teeth. He moaned again. I wallowed in his smell.

"You are besotted with cock," Laura said. "Aren't you my little bitch?"

I moaned in the affirmative.

"I thought so. I want you to show me his cum in his mouth. And don't keep me waiting."

My mouth and mind worked at his cock with renewed determination. 

"That's it," she said. "He won't last much longer if you keep that up. Until then, I have GOT to ride this meat," Laura said, tugging at my shaft as she straddled my midsection.

I felt the wetness of her cunt and the heat of her pussy lips surround the tip and then she sank on it. Impaling herself on it. She groaned loud and deep, invoking the deity again.

"It's like another cock," Laura gasped. "You're bigger and fuller. Holy fuck!"

The sight my beautiful wife must have been the tipping point for the Cockman. His seed jetted into my mouth and spilled over my tongue. My lips clamped down on his shaft and head, so as not to miss a drop. It was salty and sweet at the same time, different from my own. Laura bounced and rode, moaning in strangled gasps as she watched. Very slowly he withdrew and a few second later he got off the bed. Blindly, I turned toward Laura and opened my mouth, showing her his seed on my tongue.

"Oh, shit! Oh, goddamn!" she cried. Her cunt muscles and wonderful pussy almost vibrated around my shaft and she exploded. The grip of her pussy tightened on me. As I swallowed, I exploded and my own cum spurted into her quim, filling it with copious amounts. She even commented that she had never known me to cum so much.

Somewhere through our post-orgasmic haze, I heard him whisper a 'thank you' to Laura and leave. She still was astride me, coming down from her bliss. After a minute or two, she dismounted and moved forward, placing her cream pie on my lips to feast. I licked my own seed from her pussy, slowly, savoring the moment. 

"Mmmmm, that feels good," Laura said. "It's helping me come down."

When there was no more, she climbed off my face and lain down again. Almost simultaneously, we laughed with relief. Eventually, she removed my wrappings. Both of us cleaned up and talked about what had happened. I decided not to even ask who the mystery man had been. I would leave that for later and she if she broke first. Except for some making out, the rest of our day was quiet and relaxing. Friday was another story though.

It began as every other day that week had begun, with chores. I still was pretty much caught up so I only had the lightest of duties to perform. By 10 a.m., I was done. Laura told me to get dressed, so after a quick shower, I did. I thought we were going out for some reason, but we never did.

"You are going to be a house boy for me and a guest," she said.

The idea had me nervous and a little excited. I surprised to learn our guest was Maggie Thornton. We have known Maggie for several years and Laura serves with her on the board of a charitable organization we support. In fact, I had served as board president until rotating off it. Laura was the new treasurer this year, and Maggie was coming over to discuss business and hand over some files. Here I was a former president of the same, and I was going to wait on them hand and foot. I wore black pants and shoes and a plain white shirt. Every inch of me looked like wait staff for a caterer.

Laura greeted Maggie at the door around 11 a.m. while I stood off to the side of the sectional sofa where they would sit. As instructed, I didn't engage them, and only gave Maggie the minimal acknowledgement required for politeness. She in turn gave me a puzzled look but sat down.

Maggie is an attractive woman of moderate height, ample chest and long, brown hair. She was dressed stylishly but casually. I probably also should explain that Maggie is the second wife of Oscar Thornton, a few decades her senior. Two years ago, he was made an invalid by a stroke. Although quite wealthy, Maggie had a good career and income before and by all appearances married Oscar out of love, not fortune hunting. Nevertheless, she had found one.

Laura and Maggie exchanged pleasantries, and I continued to stand at attention until Laura finally spoke to me.

"Rob, would you bring us some coffee and sandwiches, please?"

I nodded and left the room, returning with the small, half sandwich hors d'ouevres and French press. I also brought a side plate of cookies.

After the first couple of bites of one sandwich, Maggie complimented Laura on the food.

"Oh, Rob made them," she said. "He does everything around the house now."

"Really?" she said. "Do you like that, Rob?"

"Sure, Maggie."

She looked doubtful, and as they moved deeper into conversation, I moved to an out of the way dining chair in a far corner of the room. Again, I was embarrassed but my cock was hard as a rock. Maggie had looked up to me for advice when she had come onto the board. I could even have been described as a mentor. It was quite a turnaround.

I listened as best I could. As the conversation wound down, Laura called me over and I sat beside her. At this point in their discussion they had finished talking board business and were gossiping about mutual friends and local affairs.

"How about you, Rob?" Maggie asked. "What's new in your world?"

I was flummoxed as to how to answer such a loaded question and as to how Laura expected me to answer, although I started to open my mouth to utter something vague that I hoped would satisfy.

"He's become my sex slave, Maggie."

Holy shit, I thought. I think I only was slightly less gobsmacked by her boldness as Maggie was. I had fully expected Laura to tease me with the possibility of revelation, but I didn't expect her to take the risk of confessing everything.

"What?" Maggie asked while blinking. Then, she laughed.

With complete deadpan, Laura said, "I'm serious."

After gathering herself, Maggie asked, "What does that mean?"

"It means he doesn't orgasm without permission, and I play with him how I want to. I come first in every sense." Maggie laughed nervously.

"Why are you telling me this?"

At this, Laura appeared to soften.

"Well, Maggie, selfishly, it's to excite and humiliate Rob. It's a chance to show off my conquest and dominance. If you're offended, I only offer my apology and ask that we never speak of it again or to anyone else. If you're not offended, then I have a less selfish reason for telling you what I have."

Maggie mulled it over for a half a minute.

"What's that?" she said a little stiffly.

"I want to share Rob with you, at least for the afternoon, if you want to use him."

She had pulled this from a fantasy of my own that I had shared with her weeks ago but we had not discussed.

"Maggie, I know it's been tough with Oscar bed-ridden. If you're like me, you have a strong libido. If you're like me, you love your husband and wouldn't cheat on him. I'm only offering him for service up to whatever comfort level you have. My comfort level is fucking. You can't fuck him, but you can do anything else with him you want as long as I am around, just no penetration of your pussy with his cock. What do you think?"

"Wow," Maggie said with a heavy exhale. "Can I have a minute to think about it? I have to use your bathroom anyway."

Once she was gone, I gave Laura my best look of total astonishment. She laughed.

"Look," she said with a playful smile. "We both like Maggie. I know you've always had a crush on her and her creamy skin. Besides," she added with warmth in her eyes. "She needs this."

It was true. At quiet moments, she radiated loneliness and frustration.

When she returned, Maggie stood in her skirt and blouse with arms akimbo. Her shoes were off.

"OK, I decide what happens within the limits you described. Is that right?"

Laura told her she was correct.

"Good," Maggie said with a smile. "Well, get up and strip, slave boy."

Maggie sat down on the sofa in her previous place. She and Laura watched as I slowly removed each item of clothing, folded it and placed it on the coffee table.

I was blushing crimson. Finally, I stood completely naked before the both of them.

"Not bad," Maggie said.

"He's been working out," Laura said.

"Move the table back and get some lotion," Maggie commanded. "I think I'd like a foot rub."

As I left the room, I heard Laura brag. 

"Good choice, you'll like his foot rubs. He excels at them."

I returned, moved the table back and got down on my knees.

Gently, I took her left foot into the grasp of my left hand and began applying the lotion with the right. Laura and Maggie both were silent while I spread it around, then I began the massage. She ooh'd and ahh'd with the release of the tension in the muscles of her foot. Her sounds in turn aroused me, causing my cock to get even harder. With my thumbs I worked the arch, thrusting into her foot with my fingers to bring her pleasure. 

"He's fantastic, Laura. You've taught him well."

Laura said, "My instruction has been minimal. He's something of a natural."

"You are one lucky woman," Maggie declared.

Although she was out of my line of sight, I could feel Laura beaming with pride and almost nothing made me happier.

After a few minutes, I moved to the right foot, repeating my work. Maggie's expression of release and pleasure continued. The conversation of the two women resumed.




A Great Recession Ch. 04



Again, Laura surprised me by telling Maggie everything that had happened since my initial submission to her.

As I finished the foot massage, Maggie pulled some pillows from the couch and placed them behind her back as she inched forward on the sofa. Her ass was now on the edge of it and she spread her legs wide as she pulled up her skirt, revealing a thick delta of hair between her legs.

"I quit shaving after Oscar's stroke, but I keep it trimmed," she said with the faint hint of apology in her voice.

"I love it natural, Maggie," I said.

She smiled at me, grabbed me by the ears and pulled me down into her scented garden of delights. Her scent captured me completely. Clearly, she had freshened up when she went to the bath room as there was no hint of staleness about her cunt. I could really smell her and just her essence, and I appreciated it. At first, I licked slowly, savoring her taste, so different from Laura's sweetness. Maggie's was more savory, but in its own way just as pleasurable to sample. As I licked, Maggie gave me some direction and I quickly got her rhythm. I pushed my face against her wetness to anoint myself with her holy oil. My wallowing between her legs seemed to excite her even more than it normally did Laura. The angle she had adopted allowed me to plunge my tongue into her while I tried to gently pump her clitoral area with my nose.

Maggie was having none of that. Instead, she slammed herself onto the top half of my face as my tongue and chin worked at the base. Within seconds of that new activity, she exploded. Her thighs closed around me tightly but not painfully as her juices drenched my mouth and chin. Spread back on the couch in release, she gasped for breath.

"Oh, my god! Holy shit, I needed that. He's fantastic, Laura!"

She trembled and shook slightly from sensory overload. Laura laughed with delight and pride. I have to say I was proud, too.

Slowly, Maggie gathered herself.

"What is it the British call male prostitutes? ... Rent boys, that's it. ... Laura, I hope you'll consider letting me rent Rob from time to time."

"I'll think about it," Laura said playfully.

It was a bit of an abrupt transition, but Laura and Maggie returned to the subject of the board as she dressed again and gathered her things. Within minutes she was out the door.

My cock still stood at attention, but Laura soon corrected that problem with the application of some ice. Next, she locked up my cock again.

Although I did lick Laura to orgasm before bed, the rest of the day was routine. Laura did some work. I actually worked on a freelance writing project. In the evening, we had a light supper, watched a little television and after oral service from me, we both read until we fell asleep.

As for Saturday, before the return of our children, we went out for brunch. Laura released me from chastity in the late afternoon. We both showered, and then she surprised me for the last time that week.

"Rob, I love you. I love our new, kinky, femdom sex life. I want to keep it up, but tonight, I want us to just make love, husband and wife, like before."

I smiled, and we began making out.

It may seem illogical and inconsistent, but I want to keep what happened next private. There was no hint of femdom or BDSM. It was passionate, loving, satisfying and vanilla. Beyond that, I'll let you imagine what ensued.

In the late morning of the next day, Laura's dad returned with our two beautiful children. We had both missed them and we spent most of the day catching up on their adventures. No one looking at us would have seen anything but successful, middle class parents upholding strong family values.

That evening, as we usually do, we put the children to bed and returned to the master suite. As soon as the door closed, Laura said with a smile, "Get on your knees, bitch." And, I did.

THE END

In the future, I may write more about the erotic adventures of Rob and Laura, but for now, I am going to close out this short series and move on to other potential Literotica contributions. I hope at least some of you enjoyed what I wrote. Stay tuned.