4 comments/ 37261 views/ 2 favorites Weekend with Elizabeth & Charlie Ch. 01 By: LisaRains I'd had a long, hard day at work and couldn't wait to get home and relax. I stopped at the grocery store and got a few things we needed for the weekend. When I drove up to the house I was surprised to see my husband Greg's car in the driveway. He doesn't usually get home on Friday's until after me. I didn't bother waiting for him to come out to help me with the groceries. Greg believes those things are women's work. It was hard to unlock the door holding my purse, a file folder from work and the huge shopping bag, but I finally got inside and heard a strange slapping noise coming from the living room. I stepped around the corner and my mouth flew open. The grocery bag fell to the floor. There in my living room was my husband completely naked on all fours with a gorgeous raven-haired woman sitting astride him like she was riding a horse backwards. My husband's ass was facing me and it was as red as a stop sign! I could actually see hand prints! In a calm but commanding voice the woman said, "Greg, go over there and pick up that bag for your dear wife and take it to the kitchen and put everything away." As she stood up "dismounting" my husband I could see that she was nearly six feet tall with long, beautiful legs, dressed in a business suit with a short skirt and high spiky heels. Greg looked up at her with an angry look on his face and opened his mouth as if he was about tell her off, but before he could say anything she lifted her hand, threatening to spank him again I presumed, and he snapped his mouth shut and started to get up. "Oh no, no, no, who told you you could walk over there on two feet? I don't remember telling you that you could stand up. I want you to stay on all fours and pick up that bag -- handles in your mouth -- just like a little doggy. Now go over and get that done like a good little puppy," the woman said to him -- and shockingly, Greg obeyed. I just stood there with my mouth hanging wide open. I didn't make a sound! The woman smiled at me and walked over to me with her hand outstretched. "I'm Elizabeth Johnson," she told me. "Your husband and I work together. I know this must be quite shocking, but trust me honey, I am here to help you. I promise that after tonight, your life will be so much better, especially your sex life." "I don't understand any of this!" "Listen Betsy, can I call you Betsy? I'm Greg's boss and I've overheard him talking in the break room for the past few weeks and I just couldn't stand it anymore. He's incredibly selfish and needs to learn how to treat a goddess like you and -- you are indeed an absolutely gorgeous woman. That's why I am here." Just then she called out to the master bedroom, "Charlie, come on out here." Out walked an adorable dreamboat of a guy about 23 wearing only a pair of white jockeys. "What can I do for you my lady?" he asked. "I just wanted to introduce you to Betsy," Elizabeth said. "Help her get comfortable, will you, while I go and see what's taking our little doggy so long in the kitchen." Charlie walked over to me and took my hand and kissed it. His body was hard -- strong and muscular (not an ounce of fat on him). I guess I should have been a little scared and intimidated. But he had such gentle blue eyes. His smile seemed to warm me all over. It just sort of melted me and I let him lead me over to the couch and sit me down. He tenderly took my purse and the work folder I was carrying and set them on the table. Then he took my shoes off and started to massage my feet! Could this really be happening? I was beyond stunned. Who the hell were these people in my home and why wasn't I angry? Unbelievably I was too shocked and they just seemed so nice so I wasn't angry -- confused, intrigued, oddly turned on -- but not angry. I was starting to moan softly as Charlie worked away at my feet. He kneaded and smoothed them so expertly. And every now and then he would kiss them sweetly and smile up at me with those great blue eyes. It was absolutely delightful. Finally, Elizabeth came back into the room with Greg crawling on all fours, still stark naked "heeling" beside her. She had fastened a collar around his neck and she was leading him on a leash. Charlie let go of my feet and stood, allowing room as Elizabeth brought Greg over to the couch where Charlie had just been. She made Greg kneel before me. "Lick her feet!" she demanded. Greg looked up at her with a strange mix of hatred and embarrassment. "Don't' make me say it again," she told him. "You remember what happened the last time you made me say something twice." And with that he quickly began tonguing my feet. I have to admit it felt like heaven. I've never thought of asking for something like that but man, it felt good! "Let me explain a few things to you Betsy," Elizabeth said, sitting down beside me as Greg worked away. "Your husband just needs some training. You've let him run wild and act in a very unbecoming way for a proper husband. By nature, men should be the slaves, not women. You should have nipped this in the bud years ago, but it's not too late. You see, I overheard him talking in the bedroom about how he makes you cater to his every whim. At first I just thought it was that silly male bravado and he didn't really mean it. But after a while I realized he really did mean it and he really was a total caveman. Well, that's just plain wrong. And I decided right then and there that he needed my correcting and fast! "He boasted to his buddies on several occasions how he's come home late after work and going to a bar, drunk and demanded you to 'service' him. He says your job is to keep him happy and that whenever he wants a blowjob, no matter what's going on or how you are feeling, you must attend to him immediately. He's also said several times that he doesn't think that women can really have orgasms. Yes, my dear this barbarian said that none of the women he'd ever been with had ever had one, so he's come to the conclusion that women are frigid or just plain incapable. "Oh my dear, he has so much to learn, and actually so do you! Let me ask you, have you ever had an orgasm?" I was so embarrassed I know my face turned as red as Greg's ass. But the feel of my normally domineering husband rubbing and licking my feet was loosening my tongue. "Well, yes but only by myself." Oh god, how could I have just admitted that to these strangers? My hands flew to my face to cover the crimson color. "Don't you ever feel bad for that!" Elizabeth said, touching the side of my face with her soft, tender hand. "I'm just glad to hear you've experienced that ecstasy. You wouldn't believe how many women I've met who just haven't let themselves be that free, wives with husbands like yours who just don't have a clue about a woman's body." I noticed that my husband had stopped licking my feet and was staring at me with shock. This time it was his turn to have his mouth hanging open. "You see Greg darling," Elizabeth said, "all women can have a climax, as a matter of fact most can have multiple orgasms but their men just don't have a clue. It's time you learned how to please your wife. You are in for a real treat tonight. Charlie and I are going to show you exactly how to make her feel like a queen." "Charlie?" Greg said. "What the hell do you mean Charlie? He's not touching my wife!" And with that Elizabeth yanked on his collar and smacked his ass with the end of the leash so hard he winced. "We will have none of that!" she said. "Yes, both Charlie and I will take your wife to new levels of pleasure. And you will watch and you will learn! For now, however, I want you to keep treating her lovely feet with worshipful respect. No one told you to stop." She motioned to Charlie and pointed to Greg's back "Charlie, come on over here and mount back up on this naughty male." And then to me she added, "If this selfish chauvinist starts getting lazy, just snap your fingers and Charlie will get him back into the groove with a nice wake-up slap on his bare behind." I guess it was disloyal of me. But despite my devotion to my husband, I smiled and sighed with the new sense of power these two were giving me. As Charlie "mounted" back up, Elizabeth leaned her face in close to mine and began whispering sensuously into my ear. Honestly I don't remember what she said, but before I knew it she was unbuttoning my blouse and expertly unsnapping my bra. She removed the bra and laid it over the back of the couch. And as my husband's lips and tongue kept working on my feet, Elizabeth bent down and started to lick and lightly nibble on my nipples while cupping both breasts in her hands squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure. Oh man, it felt so delightful! I thought about what I'd heard gay women say -- that only a woman really knows what feels good to another woman. I began to moan softly again in spite of myself. It felt so damn good and I started to realize she was right. I did deserve more than what I was getting! She kept her hands caressing my breasts and started to kiss me. It was like she cast a spell on me. If you had asked me just 15 minutes before if I would have ever kissed a woman, I would have said no, but here I was. And man I was loving it! She kissed incredibly! I opened my eyes and looked at the men. Charlie, still astride Greg was staring at us. Greg too, still with my feet in his hands was gaping at us. They both were clearly excited by what they saw. Greg being naked couldn't hide how much he liked it, but even Charlie in his jockeys was poking out of the top of his waistband. "You like that don't you boys?" Elizabeth taunted. "Well, Charlie you'll get into the action soon, but right now I want you to stay astride Greg and back him up a couple feet. I want him still facing us but able to get a good full view of what I'm doing to her. If he wiggles around at all I want you to slap his naughty ass and make him hold still!" Greg made some kind of noise as Charlie backed him up a little, but Elizabeth had slipped her hands under my skirt and was rubbing my pussy and it felt so damn good I didn't pay much attention to Greg at all. She pulled my skirt down over my feet and slipped my panties off. She moved my legs apart so Greg was staring directly at eye-level with my hot snatch. I know I should have been mortified, totally embarrassed. But like I said before, she made me feel so good I just didn't care. At this point I was up for whatever was going to happen and I had a feeling it was going to be great! It was like I was coming to life after years of suspended animation. "Greg dear, do you recognize this?" Elizabeth asked, sliding her middle finger from my clit, inside my soaking pussy and out again. "Yes, it's your wife's beautiful cunt. You should be worshipping this many times a day. But you are a bratty brute and don't have a clue so you've decided it must be her fault that she doesn't cum, ha! Now, watch closely as I show you how to make her scream with delight with just my fingers. Don't worry this is only the first lesson. There will be many more before this night is over." Elizabeth began softly stroking between my lips, opening them wider to make sure the guys got a great look at me. I was sopping wet already as she ran her fingers up and down, making sure to use just the right pressure over my clit. Involuntarily, I spread my legs wider and wider to give her better access and provide the guys with a better view. I was so-oo totally out of my head. Man she really knew what she was doing. She started to use two fingers and rubbed harder and faster all the while asking Greg: "You see how much she's enjoying this? Do you think she can't have an orgasm? I'll bet you she's about to have one right now!" And with that she took the other hand and inserted two fingers into my cunt plunging them in and out while rubbing my clit with the other hand, she kept her pressure increasing with her speed, I was arching my back and my eyes rolled back in my head. I came in crashing waves that rolled over my whole body, over and over again. I swear I'd never ever had such a good orgasm in my life! I was barely catching my breath when she kissed me -- affectionately and playfully -- on the cheek, stood up and addressed Greg and Charlie: "Okay boys. Now it's time to give us some eye candy! I know our sex show turned you both on, didn't it? Now it's time for you to give us a show. I want you both to sit down here side by side on the sofa. But first, Greg, I want you to take Charlie's tighty whities off with your teeth." Greg said: "You bitch...." But he never got to finish the thought. Charlie, smiling a delightful smile and winking at Elizabeth, drew his powerful right arm back and gave Greg's poor bare tail a thundering smack that reverberated all around the room. Greg actually yelped and (I'm ashamed to admit it but...) I actually laughed a little without meaning too. Greg glared at me but I knew he didn't want to risk another painful and embarrassing stroke on his sore rear end so he didn't argue. "Okay, okay," he said. I could tell he was really pissed but he obeyed. Charlie stood up, and turned his back to us gals. Still on all fours Greg reached up with his mouth, took the waistband of Charlie's jockey's in his teeth and pulled them all the way down to his feet. Charlie reached down and "petted" his head. "Good puppy," he said, laughing, and stepped out of his undies. Because he had his back to me, I couldn't see his dick at first but he had a wonderful ass. It was strong and tight, like a gladiator's ass. I had a momentary flash of being a princess in Ancient Rome, watching him and another sexy slave in the coliseum wrestling each other for my entertainment. The idea turned me on. I was surprised at myself. Where did this dirty fantasy come from? My imagination was starting to run so wild! When "doggy" Greg had completed his exposing of Charlie's gorgeous ass for us, Elizabeth clapped with joy. "Wonderful, wonderful! Now I want you both sit down here on the sofa and jack off for us. I want you to take it nice and slow at first. Then I will tell you when to quicken the pace. We gals need a little breather and a show is called for." And then Charlie turned around to face us and ...Whoa! I couldn't catch my breath for a moment. I must tell you I've always loved Greg's cock. It's just the right size, nice and thick and not too big, but when I saw Charlie's I just about died. It was so huge it made Greg look like a little boy! Elizabeth and I moved to separate sides of the sofa. (She sat on the left arm; I sat on the right) The guys sat down between us, Greg beside me and Charlie beside Elizabeth. We gals both had a clear, unobstructed view of both of those stiff, ready pricks. The guys started stroking their already rock-hard cocks slowly just as Elizabeth directed. At first Greg had a scowl on his face, he's never liked being told what to do, but I think his sense of defiance got lost in the heady feeling of having two women watch him working his dick. I could see him really starting to get into it. "Greg dear, it feels good doesn't it?" Elizabeth asked him. "That's exactly how it felt for your dear wife just now. Don't you think she deserves that? Of course you do! I will be testing you before this night is over to make sure you can do just what I did and just as well...." Then she reached down into her purse and brought out a big container of baby oil. She poured a nice, generous amount of it on both men's cocks, causing them to gleam and glisten beautifully. "Okay fellas," she said. "I've given you some good lubrication. Now let's see you jerk those cocks just a little bit faster for us. Yeah, that's right, faster.... faster." Of course I knew I was going just a little crazy. In the short space of 20 minutes or less, these two strangers had awakened something in me that I knew would never ever go back to sleep. Watching those fists flying up and down over those greased dicks was making my heart pound like mad. Elizabeth and I were both smiling huge smiles and I found myself clapping. This was the best show! I blush to admit that I found myself watching Charlie a lot more than I watched Greg. I couldn't get enough of the sight of such a huge cock being worked so expertly. I must confess that I started to fantasize what it would be like to get it into my own hands and mouth, or better yet, how it would feel to be fucked by this young stud with that amazingly enormous and beautiful dick. I was deep in reverie when I noticed that Elizabeth was looking at me and smiling. "You like what you see, don't you?" she asked, beaming at me. "Oh my God, YES!" I said. The words just sort of burst out of me. "I had a feeling you would," Elizabeth laughed. "Charlie here is one of my favorite love slaves. I tamed and trained him myself. And I just knew he'd be the right one to bring tonight. He's so big and strong isn't he? He helps me with some of the heavy work when I have to 'break' a newbie like Greg. He comes in so handy when I need to overpower hubbies like yours and get them to see how things are going to be from now on. Charlie works for me also. Actually, he works under Greg too which I can only imagine will make for a very interesting Monday for Greg. Won't it Greg honey? I don't think you'll be doing anything to my Charlie to try to get back at him, will you? Not with all that Charlie knows about you. And not only that, I don't think you want to provoke him into de-pantsing you and taking you over your own desk for a bare-bottom spanking in front of the whole office. Am I right?" She laughed a wicked fun-loving laugh and winked at me. Greg shook his head and blushed, unable to hide his humiliation, and returned his attention to the dick-jacking at hand. "Okay boys, faster," Elizabeth said. "Yes! Let's pick up the pace a bit, let me see you really work those cocks for us! Let's see those hands fly!" She reached across the sofa back and touched my arm and gave me a sweet smile of camaraderie. "Don't you love the way their balls bounce up and down on the sofa cushions as they slam away on those things?" she asked. I hadn't really noticed that before, but when she pointed it out, it was really fun and funny to watch it -- not to mention, incredibly erotic. These guys were putting their whole hearts into entertaining us. As I say, right or wrong, I was paying much more attention to Charlie cuffing his immense penis than I was to Greg working his. But clearly Elizabeth wasn't letting him escape her notice. "Uh-oh Greg," she said, "it looks like you are getting ready to cum. Am I right? Are you almost ready?" Greg didn't seem to notice she was talking to him so she got up, reached down and grabbed his hand, stopping him in mid stroke. "I am not about to let you cum Greg," she told him sternly. I got the feeling she really enjoyed her power, delaying his gratification. "We might need you again this evening. Notice I said, 'might.' But I know guys like you. Once you cum you are done for the night. You are a roll-over-and-go-to-sleep kind of guy so your cock is off limits now, at least for a while." Then she turned from Greg and smiled at her young stud. "But you Charlie dear, I know you are just getting started and we can count on you to stay hard all night long so I'm going to give you the count down and you know what to do." I wasn't at all sure what she meant, but I was curious to find out. "I want you to watch this, Betsy," Elizabeth said. "This will give you an idea of how men can and should be trained. They should cum when WE want them to, not when THEY want to." Then she started counting backwards: "Five... Four.... Three... Two... One... Shoot!" And amazingly, right then Charlie came, shooting what seemed like gallons of wonderful thick sperm straight in the air. What a sight! Weekend with Elizabeth & Charlie Ch. 01 "Wahoo," I said and I was clapping and cheering before I even realized what I was doing. I instantly turned bright red. I never meant to actually say that out loud but I had never seen anything like this. How in the world could one man's balls hold all that cum? And how could he just erupt like that on command? "You are impressed aren't you Betsy?" Elizabeth asked me, teasingly. "Well, you should be. Charlie is my Wonder Boy. There aren't many men who can cum on command like that. Not because they aren't capable, but because they haven't been taught. Charlie, however, is very well-trained and his only goal is to please me. He does a good job, doesn't he?" Elizabeth asked. I nodded, still not able to make my mouth form any real words. "Well, it may take you some time, but before all this is over, you're gonna teach that bad-boy of yours do the same thing," she told me. This whole evening was so surreal, I was almost afraid if I started to really speak, I might wake up to find it was all only a dream, and man oh man, I didn't want to wake up from this dream, not for a long, long time! Elizabeth bent down and with her index finger she scooped up a big drop of cum that had landed on Charlie's shoulder and she licked her fingers with a devilish look on her face. "A little protein to keep up my energy for the long night ahead," and she winked at me. "What do you think, Betsy? I'd say we gals have gotten a second wind and are ready for some more pleasuring." And as soon as I heard her say it, I felt the truth of her words all the way down in the core of me. Suddenly I was struck by the awareness that, perhaps for the first time in my life, I was completely free and able to indulge the sexuality I'd kept under wraps my entire adult life. "Oh my god," I said, "I really do think I could cum again." Elizabeth smiled. "Well of course you can. You're just getting free. So I think you need to release your inner cowgirl and ride your 'steed' into your 'bunkhouse'," she said. "Wha -- What?" I asked, not really getting her meaning, but feeling a rush of anticipation anyway. Elizabeth winked at Charlie. "Charlie," she said. "Why don't you wrangle her horse and get him ready to give his lady a ride?" And with that, Charlie lifted Greg roughly off the sofa and placed him on all fours on the rug. "I hope you don't mind riding him bareback, Ma'am," he said to me. I just gaped at my horsy husband without moving. "Well go ahead," Elizabeth teased, climb onto him. I obeyed, feeling the thrill of my new power. My skirt and panties were still off and so was my bra. All I was wearing was my opened button blouse. I was Mad with lust, and it was more than just the fact that I was controlling Greg. It was also that I was doing it in front of these two hot strangers who were obviously turned on by my body. I was very well aware that I was "showing off" for them. I straddled Greg and sat down. "Grab his 'mane'" Elizabeth said. "I ... uh... I don't know what you mean," I said. Elizabeth took my left hand and moved it down to Greg's hair. "Grab on," she said, "And ride him into your bedroom." I must have had the very Devil in me that night, because I was suddenly wild with uninhibited power. I tightened my legs around Greg, "spurred" him with my heels and actually reached back with my right palm and gave him a playful smack on his poor red ass! "Giddyup!" I hollered. Elizabeth and Charlie laughed, and amazingly, this husband of mine -- who for our entire marriage had treated me like an indentured servant -- actually began to crawl at my command, carrying me across the rug like a faithful horse carrying his equestrienne mistress. Charlie and Elizabeth laughed even harder. I could tell they were pleased to see me taking to my newly bestowed authority. They followed as I rode Greg toward the hall that led to our bedroom. And the sound of their voices from behind added to my intoxication. "Man she looks so hot, proud and beautiful on his back," Charlie told Elizabeth. "And she has such a fine gorgeous ass. I hope you're going to let me rub and massage it tonight." "Oh of course you are," Elizabeth said. "And you're going to teach that bully of a husband how to kiss it too. And speaking of him, he has a pretty cute bottom too doesn't he? I think I did a really good reddening job on it if I do say so myself. I think we need to teach Betsy how to spank so she can always enjoy the sight of that pretty crimson color whenever she wants to." "Oh yes," Charlie said. "He's definitely going over her lap. I can't wait to see her pert tits bouncing as she wails away on his cute bare fanny." Every word they were saying was sending little shivers of excitement through my body. "I must say power becomes her," Elizabeth said. Then, calling to Greg, "Can you feel her wetness on your back, horsy?" Even perched on top of him, I could feel him cringe with humiliation. The back of his neck went red and flushed and I knew he was definitely feeling that wetness dripping from my soaking cunt onto his back. I had planned to ride him directly into the bedroom, but the "high" of controlling him, coupled with the sound of Charlie's and Elizabeth's admiring comments made me want to savor the experience and make it last. I was simply enjoying this ride far too much to cut it short. So, guiding him with my hand on his hair, I kept riding him around the room and through the kitchen, dining from and even in and out of the bathroom -- taking my time, tingling with this new-found power. Finally, I got him to the bed and Charlie tenderly "lifted" me off his back. He made Greg lie on is back on the bed, still naked. I knelt beside him. I was astounded to see that he still had a raging hard-on sticking up stiff and eager for me. Even after being humiliated and embarrassed like he'd just been, he was clearly turned on. As though reading my mind, Elizabeth climbed onto the bed beside me and put her arm around me. She held me close to her as we both knelt there side-by-side and looked at this well-controlled husband of mine with his cock sticking up like a bar of granite. "You're surprised aren't you?" she asked me. "You're wondering how he can want you so bad after what you just made him do." "Well, yes," I admitted. We were kneeling there together, looking at Greg, talking about him as though he weren't even there, as though we were discussing some fascinating natural phenomenon. "I know it was an incredible turn on for me," I told her. "But how come he's so jazzed?" "Because," Elizabeth said. "Men are naturally slaves to women. And you'll see that as this night goes on, and you take more and more control, he's going to get more and more crazy with desire for you. He's been taking you for granted way too long and he's starting to realize it. But more about that later. Right now it's time for you to cum again." I was well ready for that. My inhibitions were miles away. I was up for anything. Here I was, naked in front of my husband and these two sexy strangers, and not only was I not ashamed or embarrassed, I was on fire. The three of them wanting me was taking me over the top. Elizabeth, still dressed in her short skirt and heels, straddled Greg's chest. I remained on my knees beside them watching, spellbound. Elizabeth leaned her face down close to Greg's, taunting him. "You're starting to see what happens when a man neglects his wife for too long aren't you?" she asked him. "All through your years of neglect, her sexual frustration has been building to a fever pitch. Even she didn't realize how much energy was pent up in there. But now there's no stopping her." "I didn't mean to negl -- " That's as far as he got. Elizabeth slapped him -- not hard, but smartly -- across the face. "Who cares what you meant to do," Elizabeth said. I was pretty surprised to see that he took it without trying to retaliate. It impressed me to see the control she had over him. "The point is," she continued, "that this woman has gone years without the feeling of getting her pussy licked and her ass kissed. No foreplay at all if my guess is right. And we're going to make up for lost time right now." "Wha -- what?" he asked. "She is going to straddle your face," Elizabeth said. "And you are going to take her to heaven and back using just your lips and tongue. Do you understand?" "What!? No that's too much. No self-respecting man would do that." Elizabeth laughed. "Uh-oh. I think you just crossed the line buster. I think you just insulted Charlie here who regularly services me. Sometimes, when I really crave respect and attention, we play Pussy-and-Ass for hours at a time. Do you know that game?" "What?... No." Greg said. By this time Charlie was over next to the bed. "Did I just hear you call me a man who doesn't have self-respect?" he asked Greg. "Uh, no," Greg said. Charlie touched Elizabeth's ass gently. "Well let me tell you," he told Greg, "this woman regularly makes me kiss her beautiful ass and tongue her goddess cunt. And I consider it my pleasure to do it." Then to Elizabeth he said, "Why don't you make him give me some ass?" And with that Elizabeth reached behind her and hooked her arms around Greg's legs, just behind his knees. Then she leaned forward and brought her arms together, forcing Greg's tail up off the bed. I should have been concerned and defensive about seeing my husband placed in such a vulnerable and embarrassing position, but I blush to admit, it was a turn on. Seeing this man who had always ordered me around being forced to "present" his bare tail like that was really hot. And it was about to get even hotter. Charlie began giving Greg's pushed-out, exposed buns some hard smacks. Every one of them made Greg cry out: "Owww! Ouch! Ahhh!" But instead of taking pity on him, Charlie only laughed and hit him harder. "I'll show you not to call me a man with no self-respect just because I treat my woman with the respect she deserves. (Smack!) I love it when she sits on my face and we play 'Pussy-n'Ass.'" And as Elizabeth kept sitting on Greg's chest and held his ass in place, stretching it upward to keep it available to Charlie's slaps, Charlie explained the game to Greg. "I have to keep my tongue right between her cunt and her asshole," Charlie explained. "And when she says, 'pussy,' (Whap!) I have to quickly move my lips and tongue to her cunt. Then when her mood changes and she calls out 'ass', (Smack!) I have to French kiss her ass. She keeps me at it until she's so worked up she can't go another minute without a nice big prick inside her. (Slappp!) That's when she calls upon me to fuck her for all I'm worth. And believe me (Whack!) I have plenty of self-respect." Finally, when Greg was bawling like a little baby, Charlie stopped spanking him looked at me and winked. "Now you know he deserved that didn't he?" "Yes!" I said, blushing. I guess I should've been more sympathetic. Maybe it was disloyal. After all, he was sniffling and crying real tears. My tendency should have been to comfort him. But it really DID turn me on to see this strong, powerful Adonis punishing my husband for neglecting me. What's more, I was allowing myself a really hot fantasy, imagining playing Pussy'n'Ass with Greg. And I knew that that spanking was helping him overcome any resistance to the game. So his tears weren't exactly melting me. Charlie was grinning at me and his smile was making me shiver and tingle. "You know what this boy needs?" he asked me? "What?" I asked. I thought he was going to say, some tender loving care. But of course I was wrong "I think he needs to be finger-fucked," Charlie said. "And I think you're just the gal to do it." And with that, as Elizabeth continued to hold Greg in place -- ass high and vulnerable -- he reached down and picked up a bag he had stashed under the bed. He withdrew a jar of Vaseline and, opening the lid, he held it out to me. "Are you ready to do something truly new and different?" he asked me. I suddenly felt flushed with a strange dangerous excitement. "Are you really suggesting what I think you are?" I asked, incredulously. I was tingling all over. Elizabeth spoke up. "Well it's only fair," she said. "He got to watch me finger fuck you. And Charlie can't just let him off with a mere spanking after an insult like that. I think you should finger fuck your man for Charlie just as I finger fucked you for Greg." "Oh.... I ...." I stammered. I couldn't help giggling a little. "Don't pretend like the idea doesn't turn you on," Elizabeth said, "seeing his ass all exposed and available like that." I can't believe I'm admitting it but all of a sudden IT DID TURN ME ON!! Right at that moment there's nothing I wanted to do more than to ream my naughty hubby's asshole. "Do you really think it's all right?" I asked Charlie. "What's he going to do? He's powerless to you," Charlie replied. "Now grease up your middle finger." I plunged my finger into the Vaseline and coated it up nice and thick. "Okay, Elizabeth," Charlie said, "Make him give her some more ass." Elizabeth leaned farther forward and pressed Greg's knees in closer to his chest, forcing his bottom further out and up. Suddenly, without really knowing how it got there. My finger was in his ass. "Yay!" Charlie and Elizabeth cheered. And Charlie watched as I moved my finger in and out like a crazy woman. God! What a turn on! I was absolutely drunk with power. It gave me such an unbelievable rush to have this kind of control. And as I moved my "reaming" finger in and out, for some reason, the three of us -- Charlie, Elizabeth and I -- couldn't stop laughing. Elizabeth kept taunting Greg the whole time. "She's giving you a taste of what it's like to be fucked without foreplay. Not really pleasant is it. But she has all the control now. Doesn't she?.... Doesn't she!?" "Yes," Greg screamed, more out of humiliation and frustration than real pain. But the sound of his scream gave me added inspiration and I reamed him harder and faster. His dick was still sticking way up and I gave it a few playful jacking strokes with my free hand. "Wheeee!" I cried out in sheer glee. His balls bounced and rolled with every jacking stroke. I timed the strokes with the rhythm of the in-and-out of my finger, sending shockwaves of painful pleasure all through his body. I had total access to him and control over him. I could tell from his moans and sighs that I had him lit up like a Christmas tree and I was absolutely loving it! And all the while, Elizabeth kept teasing him. "Very soon," she said, "When your lovely wife finally makes herself stop this wonderful little pastime, you're going to let her straddle your face and learn the new game: You are going to be the best 'Pussy-n'-Ass' player on your block. You're going to get so good at it that as soon as she says the "p" in pussy, your tongue is already going to be on her clit. And when you hear the short "a" sound -- even before she even gets to the "ss", you're gonna shoot that tongue tip right to her ass and French it like Marcel goddamn Marceau." TO BE CONTINUED... Weekend with Elizabeth & Charlie Ch. 02 And as Elizabeth teased Greg unmercifully, I was out of my head reaming him and jacking his cock. I kept laughing, drunk with new-found power. I think I would have kept going until Greg shot his load, but luckily Elizabeth had a clearer head and she reminded me that it still wasn't time to let Greg cum. "Remember Betsy, we may need him later," she said. Oh of course, what was I thinking? I definitely wasn't ready for Greg to be done for the night, no way. The night was just starting! So I eased my finger out of his ass and stopped jacking him. He let out a little cry and I could tell he wasn't happy to be stopped short once again. "How many times has your beautiful wife gone to bed unsatisfied?" Elizabeth asked Greg as she slid off the bed allowing him to finally straighten his legs. "For years she's been frustrated because of you. I doubt very seriously you ever got her as close as she's gotten you tonight, but still you see how unpleasant it is to have things finish before you do, right? I hope this lesson stays with you, or we'll be back to make sure it sinks in, way down deep in every fiber of your being," Elizabeth leaned in close as she spoke to him and there was no doubt that he understood she was serious. Greg's eyes were glazed over and he was trying to catch his breath but he nodded to Elizabeth. I could already see that my hubby was changing. Could it be that this night was transforming him into the man I'd dreamed of, the man who would cherish me and treat me like a queen? I didn't dare let myself believe it. But the idea thrilled me. As if reading my mind, Elizabeth said: "Greg just needs some training. Soon he'll be able to stay hard all night for you and make sure that you are thoroughly satisfied. I've trained my Charlie well." And then, with a devilish look in her eye, she added: "Would you like to see something else he can do?" "Sure," I said, intrigued. Elizabeth motioned for Charlie to come over to where I was sitting on the side of the bed. He stood proudly before me. Elizabeth came over and sat down beside me -- the two of us staring at his huge cock. It wasn't really erect at all but even soft and relaxed, it was still so big! She winked at Charlie and told him: "Let's show Betsy -- oh and Greg too of course -- what you can do." And with that, she clapped her hands. All of a sudden Charlie's humongous cock went from semisoft to absolutely hard as a rock, pointing straight up in the air! I couldn't believe my eyes! Did that really happen? Did she just clap her hands and make him respond like that, immediately? I sat there staring, my mouth gaping in awe. Elizabeth clapped again and just as quickly Charlie's prick softened. "No way!" I shouted. "That was amazing! Do it again! Do it again!" I was bouncing up and down on the bed. "Why don't you try Betsy?" Elizabeth said playfully. "Just clap your hands and he'll make it hard for you." "Oh really?" I asked, thrilled and amazed. "You'd let me do that?" "Of course," Elizabeth said. "It's fun. You should experience the thrill of having a man respond to your command." "Okay," I said, and my hands flew together with a loud clap. Sure enough Charlie became instantly hard again. I clapped again, not really wanting to see that beautiful erection go away, but still enthralled with this new game, and he became softer just as quickly. "Oh man," I told her. "This is unbelievable. I feel like royalty!" I clapped again and watched that big thing leap back to life. I looked over at Greg, who was also watching amazed. I knew he was burning with jealousy. But instead of feeling guilty, I was on fire. His passion only added to my erotic delight. I was showing my once-indifferent husband that men responded to me. That I was sexual and attractive, and that there was tremendous power throbbing in me that could make men respond. Elizabeth noticed the look that passed between Greg and I and, in her typical teasing way, she told me: "You can teach Greg how to do this too. Then whenever you're in the mood, you can just clap your hands and voila, he'll be hard and ready for you." She patted Charlie playfully on his sexy bare fanny and beamed at me. "These men are here to serve us," she said, "They're on this earth to make us happy and to keep us satisfied and always feeling adored." I must have clapped a dozen or more times and each time I got more and more excited. "I don't know why I'd ever want him to be soft," I told Elizabeth. "But I do so love being able to make him get hard the moment I want him to." I felt so powerful, so in control. I was aching to touch and taste his massive pole -- and to do it in front of Greg. I think I may have even leaned in towards him when Elizabeth interrupted. "Charlie," she commanded, "keep an eye on our bad boy here while I take Betsy into the powder room for some girl talk." Then to me, she said: "Follow me, we have so much to discuss without these boys listening in and why not enjoy a lovely bubble bath at the same time." On the way into the bathroom, she put her arm around me and, in a conspiratorial woman-to-woman way she said, "It's important for us to always be fresh and clean and sweet," she said. "The idea is that when your man kisses your ass or licks your pussy, he should definitely feel subservient, humbled and humiliated by the idea. But the actual experience should always be thrilling and exciting to him. So, I always make sure to keep this object of his desire nice and pristine. It makes me more confident and it keeps him addicted to me." She opened the bathroom door and I couldn't believe my eyes. The whole room was filled with lit candles and a huge bubble bath was already drawn and waiting. "I had a feeling you'd want to freshen up so I had Charlie get the bath ready for us before you got here," Elizabeth said, slipping the shirt from my shoulders. She looked me up and down and maybe it was the look on her face or my new-found power, but I wasn't embarrassed at all. I actually liked the way she was looking at me. She made me feel so beautiful. I had never thought of another woman sexually before, but tonight was changing so many things for me. As she stood there smiling in such an approving way I couldn't help but feel wonderful. "You have such a beautiful body, Betsy," she told me, and stepped closer to me. She eased me down into the delightful hot water and started kissing me again. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?" she asked me. "I can't believe I'm admitting this," I told her, "but everything about this night has been so hot! I absolutely loved watching Charlie spank Greg. Man! Those strong manly muscles delivering those masterful smacks... The way he was handling him so easily.... Wow, what a turn on! And then getting to ream Greg while I was jacking him was so much fun I didn't want to stop! And riding him around the house with you two walking behind me and watching, saying those terrific things about my body... I've never done anything like this, or even thought about anything like this before. It's all so new to me. But I'm loving every minute of it!" I slid deeper down into the tub while Elizabeth took her clothes off. Her body was amazing! Once she was naked she stood there for a moment letting me soak her beauty in before joining me in the tub. She sat behind me and started soaping up my back and shoulders. "This water is not quite as hot as I like it so I'm going to heat it up a bit," she said, and turned on the hand-held shower head. She set it down under the water in front of me. The water jets were aimed right at my pussy which I thought was just a happy coincidence until she whispered in my ear: "How's that? The water on your clit feels great doesn't it? I must admit that I often take long baths alone and keep it pressed right up against myself and keep it there for hours! While you are enjoying the pulsating water I'll finish soaping you up." And with that, she reached around the front of me and started lathering up my breasts. I leaned back against her, enjoying the incredible pampering. "Tonight has been amazing," I whispered to her, "but I know it will never happen again. Greg is not the kind of guy who will do what I want or pamper me in any way. And once you guys are gone, it will be all over. So I don't want this night to end." Elizabeth laughed a reassuring laugh and brought her lips close to my ear. "There is so much you have to learn Betsy," she whispered. "These men are here to serve us. Believe me, Greg will be your faithful servant from this day forward. When I met Charlie, he was an even bigger lout than Greg. These men just need to be trained properly. Greg is already beginning to see the light. He has seen how desirable you are to others and it's making him realize just how much he desires you. He has also seen that you are extremely sexual. Pleasing you is something he knows he has to do from now on if he wants to keep you. He will be kneeling at your pussy worshipping it from now on, you mark my words. We won't leave until he's fully 'broken.' We'll make sure you're confident and that you know how to handle him if he does get out of line." She wrapped her long legs around me. And as she continued soaping me up, she kept inching the shower head closer and closer to my pussy. I closed my eyes and let the feeling wash over me and Elizabeth directed the water jets from my ass to my clit and back again. She continued doing this until I could barely catch my breath. "You are going to cum so many times tonight you won't be able to count. You need to make up for lost time, don't you?" she said, laughing in my ear. "I know you're thinking about Charlie aren't you?" "Yes," I admitted, blushing, "How did you know?" "You're imagining what it would feel like to have his huge cock thrusting inside of you, aren't you? "Am I that obvious?" I asked, laughing a little. "It's so-oo big and it stands up so nice! He's really awakened some hot fantasies in me, I admit." "Don't worry, you'll make those fantasies real before this night is out," she said. And just then an orgasm even more powerful than the last one crashed down and rolled over me like a wave as vivid images of fucking Charlie flooded my mind. We lay there, exhausted, for a while before Elizabeth asked me to stand up. "I want to finish soaping you up," she said, and, filling her hands with liquid soap she started lathering up my still pulsating pussy. It was almost more than I could bear and my legs felt like they might give out. But she held onto me as she knelt in front of me, moving from my pussy to my ass and back again. "You are going to love the Pussy 'n' Ass game," she told me. "I promise it's going to be a game you'll play all the time. And Greg is going to love it too because he's going to know it makes you feel like a queen." Elizabeth rinsed off all the soap and wrapped a big bath towel around me as we stepped out of the tub. "When Greg sees Charlie fucking you with that big dick, turning you into a wild-animal woman, he's going to gain a new and deeper appreciation of you. He'll be your faithful puppy forever. I sighed with a sweet longing and a sort of hopelessness. "Oh Elizabeth," I told her. "I love these wonderful dreams. "But there's no way Greg is going to sit still and let Charlie fuck me. The idea is beyond thrilling but I know my husband and there's no way he's going to let another man touch me. He wanted to kill Charlie when he was just touching my feet. I mean, of course it would be great to satisfy this fantasy of mine, but I know better than to expect it." "Oh Betsy, you are so wrong!" Elizabeth laughed, stroking my hair. "For one thing, Charlie is a VERY strong man. I've seen him wrestle down and de-pants men twice Greg's size. I've watched him take them over his lap and spank their bare asses for disrespecting me (which was quite a turn on by the way). He can handle Greg. But more to the point, Greg is going to understand that you need variety. It's already started to happen. His eyes are opening to how incredibly sexual you are and he won't let himself risk losing you. He may not love it, but he won't stand in your way. He'll just be grateful that he's the one you'll come home to each night. He'll be so taken by you and enslaved to you, he'll even let you experiment with other men. You can bring them home with you sometimes and let Greg watch -- or join in if you feel like it. Or you can have him fan you both, keeping you cool, or make him hold the video camera, or just have him jack his prick and be some extra eye candy for you while your lover fucks you. You can have them compete for you or watch them both jack off for you, there are so-oo many fun ways to use them. And I just know you'll find your own favorites. Your days of being a one-man woman are over! There are just too many wonderful dicks out there to play with. And like I said before, you have some lost time to make up for!" The thought of being able to play with other men just because I felt like it was such a heady idea. Could Elizabeth be right? Would Greg ever go along with such a thing? Even though I'd never considered such freedom before, at that moment, I was actually feeling like I deserved it. Part of me didn't think that Greg would ever allow it to happen. But so much had already changed for me tonight, so I decided not to worry too much about tomorrow and just have fun right now. Elizabeth pulled out a lacy red teddy from her bag and handed it to me to put on, while she put on a black leather bustier with black thong panties and thigh high black boots. She looked amazing and we stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring ourselves. The teddy I was wearing just barely covered my ass and made my tits look fantastic! Elizabeth looked fierce. "Are you ready for more slave training?" she asked as she reached down and pulled a long leather whip out of her bag. I must have looked frightened because Elizabeth started to laugh at me and said, "Don't worry darling, this isn't for you. And if your hubby is smart, just the sight of it will suffice. Now, let's go out there and have some more fun. Remember, we are in charge and what we want, we get!" As we walked back into the bedroom both guys looked up at us with their mouths hanging open. It was so nice to be greeted that way. I was getting used to this feeling of being a desired goddess. Oh yes, I was loving every minute of it! They had both put their underpants back on. But I couldn't help but notice that both guys got instantly hard when we walked in. The front of those tight-fitting briefs didn't really hide much. The imprints of their penises were obvious. Of course with Charlie it would take a blind person not to notice. I could feel myself getting wet imagining that cock inside me. I wondered how long I'd have to wait. "Charlie dear it's time to get Greg into position," Elizabeth said, uncurling the whip. She gave it a few cracks in the air. "Pants off boys," she said as she gave it another good crack. They both scrambled out of their jockeys and Charlie gave Greg a shove and pushed him back on the bed with his head up by the headboard. Charlie lay down on the other side of the bed facing the opposite way so his head was down by the foot of the bed. Elizabeth touched my arm and gently moved me into position. "Okay Betsy," she said, "Time for your first-ever game of Pussy 'n' Ass. It won't be the last! We're going to start with Charlie showing you how it's done, and I'll be showing Greg. Go ahead and climb on up and sit on Charlie's face, don't be shy, you're going to enjoy this!" Elizabeth slipped out of her thong and straddled Greg's face. I hesitated a moment, not really sure I should let myself indulge this wildness. But there he was, this powerful young stud, lying there, totally willing and at my command. "Oh, I can't believe I'm doing this," I said, laughing. And feeling a shiver of mischievous delight, I climbed onto the bed, knelt over Charlie's face and lowered myself down onto him with my bare ass touching his nose and my clit resting right over his chin. From this position Elizabeth and I were facing each other and she smiled at me and gave me a wink. "Okay," she said, "as soon as I say "pussy" or "ass," you boys better get your tongues in place immediately and start working them. I don't want there to be even a microsecond's delay. I want you to go from one to the other so fast that there's no time in between. If you get lazy or just don't give it your all, you'll feel my whip. Do you understand Greg?" We heard a muffled noise but couldn't tell what he was saying since Elizabeth's ass was completely covering his face. Elizabeth and I started to laugh and she said, "I hope you're saying that you understand and that you're thrilled to be playing our game and that you'll be giving it your all. I'm going to assume that's exactly what you've said." And she winked at me again. We both laughed so hard I could barely catch my breath. "Okay, one, two, three, Pussy," Elizabeth called out. Immediately I felt the tip of Charlie's tongue find my clit and start giving it quick little licks that sent shockwaves of delight all through my body. I knew instantly that she had trained him to a T. It felt like heaven. Then, seconds later, Elizabeth called out "ass" and Charlie's tongue darted to my asshole where he teased and tickled me. This went on for a good ten minutes with Elizabeth calling out the new position whenever she felt like it. A few times she warned Greg that he was getting behind but he must have been doing a good enough job because she never once had to use her whip. We were both moaning with pleasure. At one point, she let me call the words out, and it was even more thrilling feeling Charlie's tongue working over my most sensitive parts, knowing he was responding to my whims. My pace was different from Elizabeth's. She had called the changes quickly, making the guys switch fast -- every few seconds. But I made them spend more time in one place (sometimes keeping them licking our asses for a full minute, then calling "pussy" and making them spend another minute lapping our cunts. I kept getting bolder and bolder with my commands. I couldn't believe how I was taking charge. "Charlie," I said at one point, "the tip of your tongue feels wonderful, but I think I'd like to feel more of it. Use the flat of your tongue. Lick me like you would a delicious ice cream cone." And amazingly, he responded immediately. His huge tongue feel like a warm, wet sponge soothing my cunt and ass. But it was much, much better because there was a strong, sexy man attached to that sponge. We kept them at it for at least half an hour. For so much of the time, I'd had my head back and my eyes closed, reeling with the overwhelming pleasure that was sweeping through my body. But at one point, I felt like I was about to pass out from the sheer thrill of it. I leaned forward and opened my eyes. And there was that big, magnificent, fully erect dick of his sticking straight up in the air for me! I had been so caught up in how great it felt to be pleasured with his tongue, I hadn't noticed his enormous stiff prick had been right there in front of me the whole time. Suddenly I grabbed onto it, I just couldn't help it! I had to see what it felt like in my hands. It took both hands to get all the way around it and was all shiny with pre-cum. I started jacking it like crazy loving the feeling of power and total control. Elizabeth noticed what I was doing. She saw the look on my face and knew what was on my mind. "It's fantastic isn't it?" she asked me. "Go ahead and suck it Betsy, you know you want to!" Just then we both heard Greg's muffled voice trying to tell us to stop. "No talking with your mouth full Greg!" Elizabeth said and grinded her ass playfully deeper into his face, giggling. "I was just about to tell your wife what a good job you were doing, don't ruin it now." And both Elizabeth and I burst out laughing. "You know better than to deny your dear wife any pleasure she desires. From now on, it's all about her!" Weekend with Elizabeth & Charlie Ch. 02 As I sucked away on Charlie's wonderful iron-rod I slid my arms around his waist and tickled his ass with my finger. My other hand held his proud, majestic balls and I squeezed them just a tiny bit. Not enough to hurt him, but hard enough to feel their stony hardness in my hand. I couldn't believe I was feeling this free. He responded by putting his strong arms around my bottom and began "making out" with my pussy, as though he were kissing my mouth with wild passion. We rolled over on our sides, still linked together in that wonderful 69. My head was bobbing faster and faster, slurping up his precum and lubing his long thick shaft with my saliva like there was no tomorrow. He kept French kissing my pussy with absolute perfect timing and pressure. And for the third time that night, a thunderous, overwhelming orgasm surged through me -- just as another amazing "payload" of sperm exploded out of Charlie's brick-hard cock and shot down my throat. I gripped his balls just a little harder -- again, not enough to hurt him, but hard enough to make it feel like I was squeeeeeezing the cum out of them, up through that gigantic cock and into my mouth. And less than a second later, I heard Elizabeth's breathing start to get faster and heavier. She threw her head back and moaned, all the while, grinding her cunt harder into Greg's face. Then she began screaming with uncontrollable ecstasy. "Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! Ahh! Ohh! Yess! Oh yesss! Pussy, Pussy, Pussy. Yeah keep it right there. Suck it. Keep sucking it for all you're worth. I'm cumming! I'm cummmming! Oh Good Boy! GOOOOD BOY!!!"