1 comments/ 66408 views/ 1 favorites Secrets Exposed By: ForeverHisLady Wearing nothing but her panties, garter, and stockings, Megan finishes the last touches on her makeup as Bill sat on the sofa and watched her through the mirror. He was mesmerized by the sway of her breasts as she raised and lowered her arms while brushing her hair or doing the myriad of things women do to get ready for an evening out. Megan caught his eye in the reflection and winked at him, then turned and said, "Five more minutes, I promise honey. I just have to slip into my bra and clothes." Bill stood and walked to the dresser and pulled out a package. Handing it to her he explained, "I'd like for you to wear this tonight, for me sweetheart." Megan opened the tissue wrapped package and found a beautiful black lace bra. Sliding it on over her shoulders, leaning into it, Bill stood behind her and helped her. Looking into the mirror together, she caught his eyes and smiled at him. Her breasts nearly fell out of the cups, the lace barely containing her nipples that were quickly puckering from the look of lust she could see in his eyes. Bill's hands cupped each breast and began to play and tease the nipples through the lace. "I chose this one for a reason honey," he whispered into her ear as he began to kiss her neck. As Megan leaned back against him, his fingers found the edges of the lace and turned them down, fully exposing her nipples. Closing her eyes, she sighed in contentment as he rolled and pinched them to attention. "Now, for part two," Bill says as he reaches into his pocket. He withdraws Megan's clamps and lowers them over her head as if he was placing a necklace about her. Watching their reflections in the mirror, Megan shudders just a bit in anticipation of the slight pain that she soon would feel. He turns her to him, and as he pinches one clamp to a nipple, he quickly kisses her and draws her tongue deep into his mouth. Sucking and gently biting her lips, he places the second clamp on her. He then tucks the chain into the bra. "No need for anyone to see our little secret, is there?" Again, Bill reaches into his pocket, this time pulling out the small delicate collar Megan at times wears in private with him. He lowers it to her neck and clasps it about, kissing her as he does. Both Megan and Bill honor the commitment they have made to each other, allowing each the freedom to move from being submissive to aggressor, depending on their moods and desires. Tonight, Bill is in charge and Megan willing accepts his collar, but this is different, never before have they taken this outside. Her eyes question him, though she never utters a word. Bill hands her the sweater she had lain out before. "See, sweetheart, the neckline is high, it will cover it. That is unless you do not wish to wear it." Slipping the sweater over her head, Megan sees he is telling the truth. She zips it up to the top and smoothes the sweater over her chest. While the chain is hidden in the bra, the clamped, exposed nipples are erect and pushing through the material. Quickly she pulls her skirt on, slides on her heels and quietly says, "Love, I am ready." Dinner passes quickly; between the good food and good wine, Bill and Megan just enjoy each other's company. Afterwards Bill suggests that they go into the bar area of the restaurant and have a drink or two before returning to their room. Taking her by the hand, he leads her in and finds a booth across from the bar. Buoyed by the wine and now the scotch, Bill begins to discreetly and delicately tease Megan. He brushes against her erect nipples as he reaches for his drink. He turns and whispers in her ear, "Just wait until we get back honey, remember, you are mine this evening." As the evening progresses, Megan becomes flirty and giggles, though always the lady in public, she does not draw attention to herself. Well, that is not entirely true. Bill becomes aware that a guy seated at the bar has been staring quite openly at Megan for the past few minutes; she is totally unaware, having only eyes for her man. He decides to see if this is really happening. Reaching over to Megan, he slowly begins to unzip her sweater, allowing the collar to come into view. She has all but forgotten that it is on her, so relaxed and giddy she just assumes he is trying to peek at her breasts. The guy from across the bar nearly falls out of his seat when he realizes that her "jewelry" is really a collar of possession. Bill's eyes glance down to his crotch were he sees a very visible outline of a hard cock. The man wiggles a bit on his stool, trying to accommodate his hardening tool. Bill realizes that this is so out of character for himself, but he feels secure that both he and Megan are safe, and he has to admit to himself, he too is aroused. Aroused at the fact that someone else desires his woman, and hasn't a chance in hell with her. Leaning in to kiss her on the neck, Megan is a bit surprised for Bill normally is reserved with his affection in public. He whispers in her ear, "Look over to the bar, the blonde guy, facing us. He wants you. Look at him, look at his hard cock." Megan draws back in complete shock now. Bill quickly takes her hand and tells her, "It's okay, you're with me honey. You're safe. Do you trust me?" "With my heart, my soul, my very life. I am yours, yours alone." Smiling, he reaches for her zipper, pulling it down so that the upper edge of the aureola is exposed. Megan trembles remembering that she is not only wearing her clamps, but her collar as well. She looks across directly at this man, who responds by dropping his hand to his cock and rubbing it through the material. Megan glances about the room and sees that only the three of them are aware of each other, everyone else is occupied with something else. Deciding to push the envelope, Bill leads Megan to the dance floor for a slow song. Pulling her close, he wraps his arm about her waist and dances her to a spot right in front of his chair. Slowly and suggestively he grinds against her, knowing that in her arousal, her hips will begin to sway back and forth, right in the face of this voyeur. Dropping his hand to her ass, he kneads and caresses her. Then, ever so slightly, he pulls up her skirt until the tops of her stockings are exposed. As the music stops, he leads her back to their booth. Megan's face is flushed from arousal and semi embarrassment. Never has she seen Bill like this, nor is she going to stop him. There is something so very erotic about someone else witnessing their passion for each other. He cups her face and kisses her gently, sliding his hand down her throat to her cleavage, find the chain and pulls it up a bit. Grasping it between his fingers, he smiles at the stranger and gently tugs at her nipples. Again, the man struggles to maintain composure. "Gather your things Megan, it's time for us to leave." Walking out the door, Bill is aware that they have been followed. The restaurant parking lot, having been crowded earlier, is now nearly deserted. When they reach the car, he pulls her to him for a heated kiss. Megan melts into his arms and surrenders herself to him. Hearing a rustle to his side, Bill is aware that the voyeur has hidden himself in the shadows, waiting to see if the show will continue. Reaching for the zipper, he unzips her sweater completely so that her breasts are fully exposed now in the moonlight, the bra he placed on her hours ago leaving little to the imagination. Reaching for the chain again, he now clearly pulls it into view as he pulls and tugs on her imprisoned nipples, sending chills up her spine as he kisses her. "Baby, you've had the pleasure so far this evening, now for the pain," Bill tells her as he turns her over the trunk of the car. He roughly pulls her skirt up, exposing her panty clad ass and stockings. Pulling her panties down to cup her cheeks, Bill swiftly slaps her. As he does, the man steps out from the shadows with his hard cock in his hand. Seeing this only serves to fuel Bill's passion for and possession of Megan further. "Whose woman are you?" "Yours," she cries out as she pushes her ass back to meet his stinging blows. "Who do you love" "You love, you and only you." Seeking to claim her, Bill quickly unzips and pulls out his aching cock. With one hard thrust, he enters her. She screams out in climax as he slides through her wet and wanting pussy. He pushes her skirt up further as to have full access to her. Both men are now furiously fucking, one his woman, the other, his hand. Stroke for stroke, they match one another. Megan's arousal is building again. "Please, I want to taste you. Sire, please, I need to feel you in my mouth." Bill quickly pulls out and turns her around. Megan drops to her knees as he wraps his hands in her hair and begins to fuck her mouth. He throws his head back and just revels in the moment. His woman is pleasing him as no other has. Just as he is about to cum, he opens his eyes and locks on the stranger, knowing that he too is about ready. Smiling a smug, self satisfied smile, he pulls her close again and cums in her mouth just as the other spills his to the ground, then steps back into the shadows. He gently raises Megan to him and tenderly dresses her. Holding her close to his chest, he kisses her and tells her all she needs to know, that they belong to each other, completely.