0 comments/ 15769 views/ 0 favorites That First Time By: KingII I can remember the first submissive I enjoyed, it was not a situation that presented one in the aspect as we look at one another here. She was "easy" and I did not appreciate what she was giving at the time as I would today. When I actually enjoyed my first submissive is like having sex for the first time in some ways. Or maybe your first threesome "who goes first, is their an order" it can be funny after it over. Not that being Dominate is a problem, but taking ones time to "enjoy" another. Not for a half hour but for a day, maybe a week. The time may not be so important but the word enjoy in by far the key to what I always seek. My first submissive to give herself to me was perfect in many ways. Her age nor her looks really matter, I could put many description here but to me it is not an issue. We had met because we lived near one another and could not miss noticing each other in our passing. I worked my way into talking to her and thought her so very shy. But later she stopped by to give me an ice cold drink on a hot day while I was out working in the yard. Days later we met in a local restaurant by accident during lunch. after telling her I would like to make a ritual out of buying her lunch at this place it became a regular thing. Our friendship grew until one day I told her I missed having a woman to play with and enjoy. I put it just so.... Her words were so unexpected that I still remember the grin I must have had on my face. she replied... " if you would like, you may enjoy me,...if you wish." " But we will have to make rules you know" , "sure" I responded. I had my doubts about her but I was more that pleased with her answer... including the way she answered. I did not want to waist time but on the other hand I did not want to lose a friend in this situation. She was important to me and even if this did not work out I would have hated to lose her as a person to talk to. At our first lunch after this occasion I sat and watched her much closer than before. I began to ask her questions... " have you ever acted like a whore," " No... of course not " she replied. " Sex in outdoors... have you ever" I asked. She nodded slowly... "at night of course" "bondage..." I smiled "No.. but I have read some great stories..." she turned a bit red and looked down so innocently. We discussed many thing for a week... lunch after lunch. We returned to work late at least twice. " This next week I would love to see you in a dress each day... and heels if you can." Her smile was timid but I knew she would. "What about this weekend" she asked... " Oh yes... wear shorts and show lots of cleavage " I smiled... I will be watching. On Monday we met and she was wearing a very nice dress and low heels. She had makeup on which I realized she had not been wearing in the past. I complemented her on her dress and heels, her makeup. And I told her how much I had enjoyed seeing her in her shorts and t-shirt late Saturday after noon when she was doing her laundry and washing her car. She sat up proudly and seemed more that pleased at knowing I was indeed watching her. My last words to her were to put on a night gown and leave her garage door up, wait for me about dark in the back of the garage. If she did so then we would take our relationship a few steps further. I was almost dark when I bent low to make my way beneath the raised garage door. The light was a bit dim as my eyes focused on her slowly standing and straightening her nightgown. She smelled so sweet and felt so warm and soft as I took her in my arms and lightly placed her against the wall. Raising her arms above her head I kissed her deeply. "I have never been enjoyed before... I hope you will be pleased..." As I tasted her lips she melted into me as though I already owned her... I know then that before long I would. To be continued... That First Time NOTE: This story is intended for mature readers. I welcome any constructive feedback, that you may have. I want to thank kitten for help with the editing. It was greatly appreciated. Most stories about wife sharing/cuckolding seem to start out with how classically sexy the woman involved is. Slender, great figure, nice tits and so on. Let me tell you up front that isn't a description of my wife. My wife, Kay, is a wonderful woman; she has always been a good wife and mother. She has also always been a bbw. To be honest that was one of the big attractions to me, those full hips and well rounded bottom. It didn't matter to me that her breasts were on the small side. Those mouth full mounds with nipples that would swell and taste sweet were always enough for me. My first date with her was a blind date, one I went on because I was told she had a bit of a reputation for being a slut. By the time I found out it was an underserved reputation it was too late I was smitten with her. While Kay had done some necking and petting she had never had sex. She hadn't ever given anyone a blowjob even. It was several months into our dating before we did anything sexual. I did confess however during our dating that I had thought that first night she was a slut. After we were married, the subject of how I thought she was a slut, and how that had been one of the reasons I was attracted to her, was discussed. We, well, mostly me, would have these conversations during our sex play. I would talk with her having sex with other men., how hot it would be to see this guy we had seen that day she thought was nice, fuck her. Then our first baby came and it seemed life got too busy for sex, let alone discussions of her with other men. A couple of years went by and my best friend Steve, who had been gone for four years to the Navy, called. He was recently divorced and wanted some help moving back to town. I took my truck and trailer up to Great Lakes to pick up his stuff. On the trip back with his things, we talked about what had been happening the past few years in our lives. He had been divorced for about a year at this point. He mentioned to me that he hadn't had sex with anyone for nearly two years. More to the point, he had always been somewhat shy, and he had lost all confidence in trying to approach women. I teased him about this a bit and told him I bet my wife and I could set him up with someone. I told him I knew she had some friends and gals she worked with that would be perfect for him. One was 59 and a widow, another was in her late 40's and a spinster. We laughed about it for a few minutes, then he got quiet. I knew then that he was really in need of some female companionship. A couple of weeks after getting back from the trip, Kay and I lay in bed talking. The baby was asleep and for the first time in awhile we were both in the mood at the same time. As I teased her to arousal, kissing her lips, sucking her nipples, fingers toying in her moistening slit, I mentioned my talk of Steve needing a woman. I asked her if she had a friend who would let Steve do to her what I was doing to Kay. Before long she was begging for me to fuck her and the talk was lost in the moment. Of course I had kept thinking of how hot it would be to watch Steve fuck Kay. Afterwards, as we lay there, cuddling, in the afterglow, Kay said she would think about who she could set Steve up with. Her only concern was that she hated the idea that she was setting up one of her friends to just have sex with him. In those days my job took me on the road four or five days at a time. So I left early that next morning, before she was up. I spent four days on the road, before I returned. My evening was spent with the baby playing; and then getting him to sleep. After I took my shower I was in the bathroom, just out of the shower, shaving. Kay stepped up behind me, put her arms around me and kissed my shoulders. She was wearing a red lacy nightgown, and the way she was rubbing up against me stirred my imagination. "Are you horny, babe?" I asked over my shoulder; I could hear the hint of longing in my own voice. "Yeah, I am;" she whispered to me; "because I've been thinking" "Oh yeah, what sort of thoughts were you having that could make you so very horny?" I asked as I turned and put my arms around her, my arousal starting to stir as my cock rubbed against the silky material of her gown. "I was thinking that I would do it, I would be the onel" she said into my chest, her eyes avoiding mine. "The one what?" I couldn't imagine what she was thinking. "The one that Steve could fuck," her voice quavered a bit as she said it. "Are you serious?" I asked, my arousal increasing, I could feel the pulse of my now rock hard cock as it jabbed against her. "Yes" she responded "I've been thinking about it the whole time you were gone. You know I've always liked Steve, I've always had this sort of thing in my mind about him. I mean, he is so cute, and nice, and you know he has never made me feel like some of your friends. You know, like I'm the fat chick and no one would want me." "Wow, babe," I said ,"I never thought you would want to. I mean I thought about it, but not like it was a reality that you would, not that I would have asked you to or anything. Yet you know how I've always liked the idea of you having sex with others. I need to think about it some." I was so aroused from the thought of it, but in the back of my mind I still had uncertainty. The thought remained with me as we fell onto the bed, both of us highly aroused, no foreplay, just the contact of our bodies and feel of hard cock in the wet confines of her cunt. Friday morning we got up; she got ready for work and I fed the baby, saw her off to work, and went about my day. A couple of times during the day I had my cock stir as my thoughts drifted to what she had said about Steve. Ah, she wasn't serious, she was just horny and trying to get a rise out of me. She got home from work, happy it was Friday and she had the weekend to relax. Even more happy that I had gotten some steaks to grill and she wasn't going to have to worry about cooking. We spent a nice evening, watched an old movie on TV, and went to bed. Saturday morning we went out and did some shopping; we needed new furniture, so I went along. I didn't want to end up with something with a bunch of flowers on it I would have to sit on for years to come. We ate lunch in a little diner we both liked, then went home, put away the groceries and got the baby down for a nap. "Well," she asked with a quizzical look. " Did you think about it, about Steve?" "Yeah, some," I replied, a bit shocked now at the idea she was more serious about it than I had expected. "I didn't really think you would still be thinking you wanted to." "Its not like we haven't talked about something like this before. It always turned you on thinking of seeing me fuck another guy," she said forcefully. "You planted these ideas in my mind, got to me to thinking about what I'm missing by not ever having been with anyone other than you. So now I want to; I want to see what its like, with someone I like, someone I can trust." "Okay, okay," raising my hands in surrender. "I'll talk to him, sound him out, see what he says." "Good," she grinned at me, reaching out and running her hand over the crotch of my jeans. The hardness of my cock throbbing there gave away the fact that the idea truly did appeal to me. I leaned to her, kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue finding hers. My hand raised to her tit and squeezed. She had taken her bra off so I could feel the nipple hard against my palm. Breath quickening, hands touching, I slid her top over her head, exposing the white mounds of her tits. My lips sought out her nipple, taking it between them, sucking feeling the nubbin harden and grow as my teeth grazed across it, my tongue flicked it back and forth. Her hand yanked my belt open, then with deft fingers she opened the button and slid the zipper down. Groping her way inside my briefs, her fingers surrounded my hard cock causing me to gasp as my tongue sought her other nipple. I shed my jeans and briefs, moving to her, our mouths hungry for each other. We sagged to the floor, her lips surrounded my hard throbbing cock, slowly fucking it in and out of her mouth. My fingers teased her nipples first then ran over the swell of her belly to separate the lips of her hot pussy. My middle digit slipped inside her, the juices flowing freely. Running my finger inside the wet folds to I found the hard nubbin of her clit. She was moaning, ready now; I could see the pleading in her eyes. My cock fell from between her lips; "Do it now," she moaned. I moved between her legs, shoved her knees to her chest, my cock rubbing over her outer lips. Her hand took hold of me and guided me inside the hot wet cunt. The feel of her pussy as it engulfed me, made the lust boil within me. Unable to control myself, I rammed into her hard and fast, burying myself as deeply into her as I could. My balls bouncing off her ample ass with each thrust, I could feel them growing wet as her cunt drooled its free flowing cream down over her ass. I was thinking about it, it was there spurring me on, the thought of his cock buried where mine was at. She has this way of contacting her muscles when she cums that can milk the cum from a man. I could feel that now, those muscles working me. I stopped thrusting, holding back, knowing this was only the first orgasm, she would want more. The woman at times could be insatiable. As soon as she stopped, her breathing starting to level off I began thrusting into her once more, slower this time, leaning forward to capture a nipple between my lips, sucking it, then as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. I released it and lapped a bit at the nipple before I moved to the other tit to do the same thing. Her hips were starting to thrust up to me again; I could feel the need building in her once more. "Faster, harder, deeper," she moaned "oh fuck, please, please." Instead, I pulled out of he." Roll over I want you doggy. "She obliged me and positioned herself on her knees, grabbing a throw pillow to put under her tits and face. I rammed my hard cock into her hot fuck box, pounding into her hard and fast, her moans, the sounds of her pleading voice moaning yes, yes, yes, my fingers gripping her wide hips, her big ass shaking with each thrust. I was getting close and I told her so. She moaned for me to fill her, she loved that, the feeling of hot cum spurting deep into her womb. At that moment I didn't know that within 24 hours I would watch as another man filled my wife with his cum. We lay there for a time after, not saying anything, just wanting to be with one another, knowing how much we belonged together. There was a harmony, a balance that we could both feel. As luck would have it the phone rang and roused us from reverie. It also woke the baby up, so it was back to reality. It turned out to be the devil we had spoken of, Steve, on the phone. He was having car trouble and wanted to know if I could come give him a hand. The guy was in no way mechanically inclined, so I told Kay where I was off to and took my leave. After I got to Steve's place I determined the alternator was bad. We got a new one and got it on, discovered the battery was bad as well. After we replaced that as well, his room mate showed up, we drank a couple of beers, and bs'ed for awhile. I realized how late it was getting and headed home. She was waiting when I got there, seemed a bit anxious. I was a bit worried she would be upset for me being gone so long. "Did you talk to him" she whispered "did you ask if he wanted to be with me?" "No I didn't to talk him, I was busy with other things," I told her as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me by gripping her ample ass. "You sure you want to do this, its not just the idea? You really want it to happen?" "I want to," she said looking into my eyes, "at least talk with him about it. I can't explain it, I don't know why, but something, as long as you won't get mad at me about it. As long as I don't lose you because of it." I took her hand and lowered it to my crotch. "Feel that," I said, "rubbing her hand over the erection inside my jeans, "that's from just the thought of being able to see you with him." I whispered in her ear. "It would be just as much my fault as yours. So how could I be mad at you for doing it? The thing is, you be sure you can handle it. That after its done it doesn't eat at you. I don't want you feeling guilty." "Well, at least talk to him about it, see if he would be interested," she said pushing me away, "it would make me feel so good to know someone besides you at least wanted me. Even if nothing comes of it." The next morning I was up early to go fishing. I swung by Steve's; I knew he would be up and he might want to go along. He grabbed his gear and we headed out to the lake. It was only a 10 minute drive to our favorite spot. The fishing was slow; we talked about various things. He mentioned his ex and I asked him about still being in a "dry spell." I asked him about this girl we used to know, who had a body somewhat like Kay's, if he had ever dipped into that. Just to get a feel for if he would be interested. He told me had made with her a couple of times, nothing more. So I asked him if he had wanted to fuck her. He said sure he would have. I asked him about her being a fat chick and if that hadn't turned him off. It didn't, he said, it wasn't so much what a girl looked like, as to how she made him feel. It was at that moment the words tumbled from my mouth. "So you wouldn't mind a chance at getting into Kay's pants then" I said, watching for his reaction out of the corner of my eye. "Oh shit, man," he sounded surprised, "how did you know?" "Know what?" It was my turn to be surprised. "That I have always sort of had a thing for Kay," he stated. "Really?" I questioned "I mean I always knew you liked her, but I never thought you liked her in that way." "Yeah," he said "I was always kind of envious of you, she is just so sweet, and nice. She has a nice ass too. I hope you don't mind me saying that." "No man I don't mind at all," I looked into his eyes at this point; I wanted to be sure of what he was thinking. "In fact man, we were thinking, Kay and I, that maybe if you want to just have sex with someone, and not a relationship, well that Kay could be that for you." "Are you serious?" He was startled by the question but not put off by it. "I am," I told him "dead serious. She and I talked about it and she wants to do it. I want her to as well. I always sort of had a desire to see her with someone else. I think it would be hot, and for it to be you, I can't imagine anything hotter." "Fuck man," he still was trying to take it all in. "I'll have to think about it. I mean, it would be like a dream come true for me, but you guys are married. I mean, I don't know if I can just do that like that." "Just think about it." I told him "I am not pressuring you to do it, just think about it." It was time to head back to town. The fish weren't biting anyway and I had other things to get done during the day. I would have to be off Monday morning on another four day journey. When I got home Kay had breakfast ready, she had eaten already and went off to her laundry chore. I finished eating then wandered back to the bedroom where she was sorting laundry. I wanted a little something from her. My cock was so hard it was about to rip a hole in my jeans. Moving up behind, her shoving my jeans and briefs down I rubbed my erection over has ass. "How about a quickie?" I asked holding her hips and rubbing against her. "No." she said, "we both have too much to do. So did you talk to Steve, about us?" "Yes I did, he said he would think about it," I was grinning. "He told me he has always had a thing for you. Why do you think I'm so horny?" "Do you think he will?" she asked. "I don't know, you know how shy he is. He will probably just keep jerking off over it and never actually do it. Which is what I will be doing." "Okay, okay," she said/ "Tonight I promise you can have you way with me." We went on with our days at that point. I mowed the yard, put gas in the truck, all those mundane things that filled my day. I do have to admit that my thoughts were almost constantly on the recent conversations with and Kay and what I had said to Steve. At lunch time Kay told me I should ask Steve and his room-mate over to dinner. She said she thought they should have a home cooked meal once in awhile. She was making her meatloaf; now I know a lot of guys joke about their wives' meatloaf, but Kay is a great cook and hers is wonderful. I call Steve and asked him if he and his roomie wanted to come for dinner. He said his room-mate was gone until late that night. I told him he should just come on over by himself then. He was hesitant but I told him to get his butt over and eat with us; we were always glad to have him. Steve got to our place about 5:30. He was acting a bit shy and nervous, which, considering how many times he had been to our place, was odd. Understandable though, given our earlier conversation. Even though I was sporting an erection aching in my jeans, I kept the conversation on things non sexual. After dinner Steve played with our baby; he missed his own child, I knew. His wife had gotten custody of theirs and he didn't get to see her much. We watched some tv and Kay fed the baby and put her to bed for night at last. The tension in the room was intense when she came back to the living room and sat down next me on the couch. For a moment there I thought Steve was going to bolt, the nervousness was so obvious. Kay leaned to me, kissed me on the cheek and asked me to ask him. "Steve," I asked, I could hear the nervous tone in my voice, "did you think about what we talked about earlier?" He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Yeah I thought about it; it's about all I could thing about all day." "Did you come to a decision?" I asked, not knowing if I wanted to hear a yes or a no at that moment. I have to admit I was having second thoughts. What we did then was debate it for awhile. Him wanting to know how we would feel about him, and about each other afterwards. His fear of disappointing her, of me getting jealous and doing something to him. A decision hadn't been reached. I didn't think one could be reached. Kay got up with a shrug, said she was going to the bathroom. Steve looked at me. "I guess I just have to think about it some more," he said. "I just can't seem to get myself to believe that she would really wants to do this. Or that you want to let her." We sort of sat there looking at either in silence. I was trembling, I wanted it and didn't want it all at the same time. I felt like if I didn't push for it, it wouldn't happen and like Steve I just couldn't make the push. About then I noticed Kay was standing the hall. She had on a pink nightgown I had never seen before. The top was all lace and in the hall light I could the pale skin of her breast through it. I imagine my mouth fell open, but I didn't say anything. Then she was moving towards me. He looked at me then toward the hall just in time to see her come into line of sight. His mouth came open then too. She didn't hesitate in coming up to him, bending down and pressing her lips to his, kissing him. Her mouth moved away slightly, then her lips went back to his and she kissed him deeply. His hand went to her hip and caressed her. She took his other hand and moved it to her right tit. He was squeezing and teasing the nipple as they kissed. I just looked on, in shock, my shy wife had become the aggressor. She wanted this to happen. My wife was acting like the slut I had dreamed she was when we first met. After four years of marriage, she was going to have sex with her second man, and it wasn't me. That First Time Suddenly she stood up and took his hand in hers and pulled him to his feet. He looked at me and asked. "Are you coming?". "No not yet I said." I knew I had to take some deep breaths and study my nerves a bit. "You go ahead I'll be there in a few minutes." I took some deep breaths. My legs were shaking, I was sweating, I wasn't sure what I should do. I was in that same instant jealous and turned on as hell. Standing up I made my way down the hall to the bedroom. The door was open, the light was on and there they were. His pants and briefs were on the floor. I could see the wetness on her tits where he had obviously been licking her nipples. He hand was wrapped around his cock and his fingers were in her cunt as they kissed. My own cock throbbed, still confined in my jeans. I stood there in the door and watched. They shifted positions somewhat as she pulled his cock urging him to bring to her face. Her mouth opened and her tongue lapped over the head. She then sucked it greedily into her mouth. He moaned and thrust his hips forward, a hand moving to her tits to tease the rock hard nipples as she sucked him. Once again I felt weak in the knees. The thought that I should stop this flashed through my mind. Then the thought I was going to get to see something I had always wanted, my wife fucked by another man. I didn't know what to do. Backing from the bedroom I went into the bathroom and stood there trembling. Suddenly I was yanking my belt loose and shoving my pants down. Stepping out of them I reached down and touched myself. I was so hard, and I knew then I was going to let it happen. I moved back into the hall and to the bedroom door. I stood there watching. He was now between her legs, her hips rested on the edge of the bed. Standing up, her legs wrapped around him, he thrust into her. I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her pussy as his cock went in and out. She was moaning and thrusting her hips up to meet him with each stroke. She wasn't far from cumming I could tell that. I knew her and what it looked like when she came really hard. "Now" she groaned. "Now, give it to me now," she begged, "cum now, fill me now, oh oh oh oh I need it so much." This was unusual for her, she rarely talked much when in the heat of the moment. Those rare times it happened I knew were something special. He grunted. I could see him tense up and knew he was about to give her what she wanted. Three or four more thrusts and he shuddered and moaned forcing himself into her as deep as he could and stopping. Her ankles locked behind his back and her arms wrapped around him as she held him close. Both of them were gasping for breath. He broke loose from her and stood up. I watched as his cock slid from her. Cum dripped from it, and oozed from her freshly fucked cunt. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there looking at it. Thinking about what to do, for some reason I had strong urge to drop down to my knees and lick it up. Strange, because I had never liked the taste of cum. I was aware of him leaving the room then her voice. "Don't go," she cried out. "Steve, please don't go." Her legs were still open, her cum drooling pussy looked so inviting. She looked at me, then reached out for me. I moved between her legs and shoved my cock into her. I was fucking her hard, slamming into her in my urgent need. "Did he go?" she asked me, "did he? Steve don't leave please. I need more" I fucked her furiously, feeling how wet and slick she was. I was aware of the wetness covering my balls as it leaked out of her. He was there then, beside the bed looking at her. She grabbed him and pulled him to her. First she kissed him deeply, then pushed his face toward her tits. He knew what to do, he kissed and sucked hard at her nipple. She pulled my head down then to her other tit and I too took a nipple into my mouth and worked it over with my lips and teeth. I was getting close, oh so close. I looked up at her, her eyes were closed. Panting into her ear I told her I was going to cum. She told me she wanted it. Then I exploded and added my cream to that already there. The three of us then lay on the bed. Her in the middle. He and I taking turns kissing her while we caressed her body. My fingers were coated form my constant exploration of her well fucked cunt. Her hand was wrapped around his cock. I was semi soft. He told her once a night was all he could muster. She told him that was okay it had been wonderful. I could tell he was getting nervous then, and maybe somewhat embarrassed. He got up from the bed, grabbed his clothes and left the room. I kissed her again and told her I had better go talk to him. He was in the living room pulling his pants up. "I'm sorry," he said, not looking at me. "What are you sorry for?" I asked him grinning. "You gave us both what we wanted." "You're not mad at me for doing it?" he asked a bit amazed. "Not at all, you saw how much she wanted it," I told him. "This is something she and I have talked about for years. Now that its happened, and with you, it was great." "You might not think that way tomorrow," he said. "Oh I won't regret it, and I really don't think Kay will," I told him. He was really uncertain, I could tell. "Its fine man, really, don't worry about it. I'll talk to you when I get back on Thursday." I locked the door behind him after he left and went back to the bedroom. She was under the sheet on the bed facing away from the door. I could see the wet spot on the bed where her ass had been when it all took place. Rubbing a finger over it, I smiled, remembering what I had seen. I could feel my cock grow hard. Slipping into bed, I moved up behind her, making sure my erection didn't touch her, as I was unsure how she was feeling. I place my hand on her hip. Gently rubbing and lightly squeezing. "How do you feel about me?" she asked , "do you hate me for what I just did?" "I love you now more than I ever," I told her. "I can't hate you for doing what I have always wanted you to do. I am sort of jealous, but not to the point of hating or wanting to hurt anyone or anything. In fact I am also very turned on at the moment." With that I shifted, my hard cock pressing into her ample bottom. She shifted her position allowing it to slip between her cheeks. "My pussy is a little sore at the moment," she said, "but you can fuck my ass if you want" I worked my cock into her anal opening then, carefully so as not to hurt her. It didn't need lubrication; it was already wet. I fucked her slowly while caressing her nipples. When she started thrusting back to me, I reached down and stroked her clit. We kept this up until I filled her ass with cum. Then we lay there for a long time together. I loved her more than ever. I love her more today than I did then. I love her for being the good wife and mother she has always been, and for becoming the slut wife I always wanted. That First Time He Tied Her Up Ryan was trembling as he packed. To his wife and kids, he was just packing for another few days of business in Detroit. New clients had been found and Ryan, as CEO, was spending a lot of time making sure the first project went smooth. Unknown to his family, more than business had been going on the past two months. Ryan had met Summer, and a romance and affair had grown. He had seen Summer at least once every time he had been in Detroit that past 8 weeks. Sometimes more than that. Dinners, breakfast in bed, and nights spent fucking and talking instead of sleeping. They talked about their fantasies and desires. And it was just a week ago that Summer had finally told Ryan her truly private thoughts. She was a vice president, in charge of marketing. She was confident, successful, and powerful. But deep down, she wanted to give up that control. She wanted to relinquish that power. She wanted to be taken. Before Ryan found Summer on Ashely Madison, she used erotic stories to satisfy her imagination. Since her last affair. Literotica.com/stories was her go to site on the web. Stories about naughty massages and affairs always got her interest. But the ones she really loved to read were in the BDSM category. She didn't like the hardcore stuff. This wasn't about being whipped and made to bark like a dog. But the idea of a man, controlling her, tying her up, and ravaging her without ability to stop and direct him turned her on. She wanted a man to make give her direction. To challenge her. To push her. For the first time since discovering these feelings, she found a man she was willing to explore with. After a great dinner and ninety minutes of passionate sex, they recovered on the bed curled up. This was the time they were most intimate. She loved laying her head on his chest. Naked and sweaty, she could hear and feel is heart racing. And this is when she told him what she wanted to try. She stumbled as she tried to explain it. She could tell he was interested and humored. Explaining what was going through her head, he asked questions. She blushed and told him she wanted to feel powerless. She wanted to not be the one solving all the problems. Ryan smiled and pulled her close. As he left for New York City, they exchanged a few stories that were along the lines of what turned her on. Ryan was careful to figure out what she didn't want to do, but also began to build a picture of her desires. He began to make a plan. He wanted to fulfill Summer's fantasies, but he also wanted take it slow. He crafted a plan for their evening together the following week. He stopped at a few stores in NYC and got the items he needed. He shipped the items to his hotel in Detroit - his wife would not understand. As Ryan got to the hotel before he was meeting Summer for dinner, he picked up his package and headed to the room. He had some setup to do. He surveyed the room and was pleased his instructions were followed. This room, unlike most hotel rooms, had a 4 poster bed. Out of the box came some candles that he set up across the room. A bag of rose pedals were spread across the bed. He emptied the rest of the box and organized stuff in the top dresser drawer. He smiled and closed the drawer. He sat down and wrote three notes. He sealed each in an envelope and put the numbers 1, 2, and 3 on the outside. He slipped those into his jacket inside pocket. A quick brush of the teeth and mouthwash, and he was ready for dinner. Ryan reminded himself that this was about pleasure, exploration, and discovery. Don't go too far. Play this right and this will pay off in the long run. Ryan arrived at the restaurant only to see Summer at the bar waiting for him. Dressed in a dress and killer heels, he lost his breath again. And then he reminded himself. Time to get to work. He walked up to her, put his hand on her lower back, and said hello. She turned and smiled. A gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They had a firm no PDA rule - this was her hometown. They ordered two classes of champagne - their tradition to start the evening. And then he took out the first envelope. And he gave it to her. As he smiled he told her 'I took some liberties with this evening. This is the first of three envelopes. If you complete each task written inside, you will get the next envelope. At any time you want to stop, stop. Open and read please.' Summer realized that his tone was different. This was Ryan, the man she was falling for, but he had upped the confidence level. This wasn't a question, but a directive. She blinked and decided she would read the envelope before sassing him back. The card inside read: We last spoke about indulging your fantasies. Tonight is the first step in making them come true. As your first time, we will go slow. Task #1 - Go to the restroom. Take off your panties. Put them in your purse. Come back. Summer was shocked. She knew that Ryan would do something with the fantasies she shared, but not this soon. Not this direct. But she felt it deep down. His boldness turned her on. She wanted to know what tasks two and three were. She looked at him. His eyes were alive with energy. But also a bit of wonder. He wasn't 100% sure - she could see him waiting for a response. She smiled and asked to be excused. Ryan grinned, stood up, and helped her out of her seat. Ryan was relieved. That was the moment of truth. Now he waited for her to return. Just a few minutes later, she did. As he stood up to greet her, the hostess let them know their table was ready. Summer gave Ryan a quick hug, and he realized she subtlety slide something into the pocket inside his jacket. He realized he now had her underwear. Summer might have completed the task, but she was showing her sass. She didn't follow directions well. As they enjoyed their meal, the tension built. Out in public, this was two good friends having dinner. But to them, this was their time to tease and entice. Dinner was wonderful and it was time to leave. Ryan handed her the second envelope and told her - don't read this until you get into your car. Everything you need for the next step is there. At that moment, like magic, Ryan's car was at the valet. And for the first time, he didn't wait for her car to appear. A few minutes later, as she drove away from the valet stand, she pulled over into a parking spot. She couldn't wait to read the note. It read: Task #2. Included is my room key. It's the same room as our first night. I will be in the same place. The difference is that when you enter the room, you will disrobe. Everything. And then present yourself for further direction. She read it. She reread it. Holy shit she whispered. This was real. He was going to take her down the first steps of her darker thoughts and fantasies. She questioned herself for a second. Was she ready for this? And then she remembered who this was. Ryan was not going to hurt her. No whips or chains. This was about him helping her find new pleasure. Summer trusted Ryan. She squirmed in her seat - taking off her panties had set her on fire. As she put the car back onto the road, she promised herself to play along. Ryan waited. Same place on the couch. Facing the suites double doors. Jacket hung up, tie loosened, top button undone. A glass of scotch in his hand. And he didn't have long to wait. The door open, and Summer walked in. She grinned at him and closed the door. Purse put aside. Dress shimmied to the floor. Bra released. 'Everything?' she asked. 'Everything' as she took off her shoes. And she waited. Ryan let her wait for a few seconds. "Your last envelope is on the bed" Ryan said. What he didn't say is that it was on top of an orange box with a ribbon. Hermes. She took the envelope and opened it. Task #3 is simple. The gift inside the box is for your eyes. Before you ask me to help you, go to the dresser. Open the top drawer. Make your choice. Put your selection on the bed. And prepare to give yourself to me. She looked at Ryan and he realized that the real decision point of the night was about to come. She opened the box and loved the scarf - one of the new Maxi Twillys. Oblong and over 7 feet long. Now she realized this was her blindfold for the evening. But the top drawer of dresser was far more interesting. Three piles. The first a bundle of rope. The second a pair of handcuffs. And the third a stack of folded silk scarves. Then she understood. Ryan was making her decide which of the three he would use to bind her. She had mentioned all three in her fantasies. He wanted to see how far she was willing to go, and how fast. Knowing that this was the first of many adventures, she picked up the stack of scarves. She put them on the bed. He smiled and kissed her - a full embrace. She loved that he held nothing back. She could feel every muscle move when he kissed her. Their affair was much more than sex. And it was about to go to the next step. He stopped the kiss and grabbed the new scarf. He looked into her eyes and said 'I won't hurt you. If you want to stop, say Green Apple' and moved behind her. He double looped the blindfold and tied it snug. He helped her to the bed. First the right foot. A loop tied to the ankle, and then to the bedpost. He moved and kissed her. Then the left foot. Another kiss and a caress of the breast. Then the left hand. A deeper kiss and his hand slide down her body until it just teased her. He asked 'are you ready for the last?' and she barely whispered a yes. The right hand tied. She was now his. Ryan spent the next hour teasing her. Touching her. She felt another piece of silk on her nipples. The cold of ice along her body. He brought her to the verge of an orgasm with his hands and tongue more than once. Just as she could not take it much more, she felt his finger slide inside her rear. This set her off - and she bucked against the scarves in complete ecstasy. She felt herself release and gush. He continue to lick up her cum ... and then suddenly slide his cock deep inside her. Ryan fucked Summer. Hard and fast. He wanted the orgasm to build into another. He wanted Summer to feel the complete loss of control. That was her fantasy. To have her walls broken down and to be at the mercy of someone else. As Ryan worked up to his own orgasm, he heard Summer scream his name. His goal reached, he let go and came deep inside her. Quickly, Ryan untied her four limbs. Then the blindfold. He held her close and looked into her eyes. They were on fire. There was no fear. Just excitement. Her first fantasy fulfilled, she was ready for more. Ryan was not surprised when she was holding the scarves and said 'Now, my turn.'