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Darlene's Story Ch. 1

By: Greg Lee Hunt



My wife's best friend is a lady named Darlene. She is a very pretty redhead. Darlene was grossly overweight in her thirties. Last year, when she turned forty, Darlene lost more than seventy five pounds and the results have been spectacular. Darlene is extremely self centered and she can be combative and very bossy. She doesn't like to take no for an answer. This story (parts 1, 2 and 3) are the first three chapters of a much longer novel, a work that is still in progress, in which Darlene, my wife Abby, and their friend Pamela are the main characters. The story contains a number of my own interrelated sexual fantasies, many of which are about Darlene and Pamela. The first part of the story is different from what follows, because the theme involves homosexual activities. The incident described in part 1 is included because it sets the stage for and is critical to the rest of the story line. The themes that occupy parts two and three and the rest of the novel are female domination and adultery. The novel is entitled 'My Three Mistresses' - but this part is "Darlene's Story"

( Darlene arrives home unexpectedly to discover the shocking secret of her husband's homosexual affair with her best friend's husband. She watches the two men from her hiding place )

The house on the hill stood alone, bathed in shadows created by the outdoor lighting strategically situated around the perimeter of the vast sloping lawn. The house was very large, larger than most of the nearby estates in this affluent gated community at the western end of San Fernando Valley. The darkened windows of the mansion gave the impression that the house was empty but in fact, it was not. The architecture, manicured lushness and large trees surrounding the impressive estates inside the gate were a testament to the wealth, social standing, and good taste of its residents. The mansions here were constructed of stucco, brick or frame and the tree lined streets were more like those found in wealthy communities like Wellesley Massachusetts, Winnetka Illinois, or Scarsdale New York, than Southern California. They seemed somehow incongruous and out of place in the suburban Valley The expansive lawns were lush and green and contrasted sharply with the surrounding semi-arid hilly terrain, the horse fences and ever present scrub oaks that provided the only clues to their true location

The atmosphere inside the house was totally different. Soft indirect lighting cast a warm hue on richly paneled walls and oriental carpets. It was obvious that the occupants were people of wealth, discernment, and good taste. The interior of the sprawling manor was palatial and filled with expensive art and furniture. The owners had beautifully and tastefully furnished the house, and it was well tended.

Darlene Carr, a grossly overweight but strikingly beautiful redhead was the mistress of this house. Her physical appearance was largely a reflection of the emotional roller-coaster she'd ridden for the past two years. Her marriage to Brian was like a car driving in cruise control. They had once loved each other and she supposed that she still did love him. But her husband had become increasingly cool and indifferent to her over the past five years. The only passion left between them manifested itself in the occasional shouting matches that flared up over her obsessive spending or when she was involved in a power struggle with their daughter Ashley. Brian could be counted on to side with their demanding teen aged daughter. He doted on her and spoiled her. It seemed that she was her father's principal object of affection. Even early in their marriage, he had seemed indifferent to having sex with Darlene. He made love to her because of his marital obligations and even when he was at his best the sex was mechanical and ritualistic. Otherwise Brian was aloof and increasingly spent his time involved in business affairs, or chairing some civic committee. They rarely saw each other except on weekends. Meanwhile Darlene allowed herself to overeat and turn into a grossly bloated caricature of the matronly middle-aged woman. She had just turned forty-one but she looked at least ten years older.

She glanced at her diamond studded watch as she drove her expensive Mercedes sedan up the long familiar driveway. It read 12:30 AM. As she approached the house she noticed that there was another car parked in the driveway. It was a dark blue BMW 750. Darlene immediately recognized the car as belonging to her best friend Abby. She wondered why it was parked at her house at this hour. Was something wrong? It just didn't make sense. Working on her gut instinct, Darlene decided it would be best to park her car away from the residence so that her arrival would remain unnoticed by anyone inside the house.

It was a Thursday night and the Carr's live-in housekeeper Rosa would be off until the following Monday. Whoever was visiting the house was in there alone with Brian. Darlene approached the front door cautiously. It struck as very odd that Abby's car to be there so late at night, particularly since Abby knew that Darlene was out of town visiting her ailing mother. Darlene's intuition told her that she needed cut her trip short and come home. So she had flown home a couple of days earlier than scheduled without telling anyone, even her husband Brian, of her change in plans. Ashley, a college freshman, was away on a holiday trip with her best friend Kimberly Hunt. Now that she had arrived Darlene wondered what was going on. She experienced a sudden surge of anxiety. Was Abby here, at the house, with Brian? If so, Why?

Or, maybe someone else was visiting; could it be Abby's husband Greg? That seemed improbable. The two men were very different and had opposite views on most things. In fact their only common bond other then their affluence seemed to be that they were married to women who happened to be the best of friends and that each had a daughter who also happened to be very good friends. For those reasons the Carrs and the Hunts frequently socialized with each other. For the sake of appearance, the two men tolerated each other and allowed themselves to be civil with each other. Recalling Brian's secret and disparaging name for Greg, Darlene discounted the notion that the two of them were alone inside. The two men really despised each other. Her mind continued racing. It was filled with unanswered questions as she entered the foyer. Her curiosity, and her suspicions, reawakened when she heard voices coming from the upstairs quarters.

The sounds were muffled and faint, but she recognized one of them as being a man's voice. Putting down her coat, she removed her high heeled shoes and tip-toed up the carpeted semi-circular stairway. She walked at a snails pace with her back against the wall. Reaching the top, Darlene continued down the hallway, toward the light coming from the master bedroom suite. That was where the voices she had heard seemed to originate. The sound she heard now included a second voice, another man's voice. One of the men, she thought it sounded like Brian, was using vulgar and coarse language. The words seemed to be sexual slang.

"Come over here you sexy tramp and see what a real man tastes like, c'mon you horny cock slut, c'mon over and wrap your lips around my knob...give my rod a blow-job with that sexy pussy mouth of yours"

He seemed to be teasing the other man. For a moment she froze with fright, not having a clue as to what was going in her bedroom. Finally, she stood in front of the closed door, listening to a dialogue that was foreign to her ears.

Music, it sounded to Darlene like Brazilian jazz, was playing softly in the background. And then she heard voices again, now she was sure that the man who seemed to be taunting the other was her husband, Brian.

"Hey, I bet that you've never sucked a cock as tasty as this one. I know that you're nothing but a fucking cock pig Let me fuck your mouth and I'll show you what I mean .... C'mon and suck my dick bitch ..and if you suck it good, I may even give you a treat. You do know that you are my BITCH and that I own your mouth and your ass ... don't you?"

He was urging and coaxing, making lewd sexual demands of the other man in his typical pompous, overbearing tone. The other man responded to her husband's remarks with only an occasional silly high-pitched giggle. Brian was so full of himself Darlene thought. Whenever they argued or sniped at each other, Darlene was fond of telling Brian that he was so full of shit. It didn't matter, her insults rolled off his back or he ignored them. Darlene leaned closer to the door hoping to get a look inside. Suddenly, the weight of her body pushed the door open. But the men who were on the other side of the huge bedroom were so involved in whatever game they were playing that they didn't notice her. In a stealth-like manner, she inched herself inside the room, her eyes still adjusting to the light and trying to focus on the figure sitting on her satin settee. It wasn't long before she was secreted behind the drapery next to the vanity. She could see most of the huge master bedroom, except for the private alcove where the king sized bed was nestled, from this hiding place. Darlene stood silently, observing, spying and waiting to see more.

Her eyes spied Brian lounging on the settee, but her mind could not comprehend the scene. Her silk dressing gown, the one with the white furry collar was draped over his otherwise bare shoulders. His legs were folded under him. They were also bare. From her vantage point, it appeared to Darlene that Brian was sitting naked, except for the gown, and he was holding one of her best crystal champagne flutes as if preparing to make a toast. But who was the other man on the bed?

The other man got off the bed and walked over to stand in front of Brian. As he came into view Darlene gulped. It was Greg!

Greg was dressed in a hot-pink negligee. She thought he looked ludicrous, especially since the lingerie appeared so incongruous with his well trimmed masculine looking beard. She almost laughed out loud, but quickly buried the impulse. Still, she continued watching intensely thinking about her prudish husband, a Robert Redford look-a-like, naked save for her gown sitting on her settee. She was also watching Greg, who was prancing around the room wearing only a negligee, and crotchless lavender bikini panties, both of which obviously came from Frederick's of Hollywood or Victoria's Secret. She couldn't believe her eyes. And she couldn't comprehend the strange sensation that stirred within her tensed-up body.

She continued spying on the two men from her hiding place.

Greg was swaying to the samba rhythms of soft jazz. He seemed to be doing a striptease. The negligee was slowly working its way off his shoulders and down his back. When he finally got close enough for her to notice, she realized that he was also wearing lipstick and eye shadow. Now it was his turn to tease Brian.

"How'd you like to suck on this pickle big boy ... you have to admit this is a pretty nice cock for a drag queen to be sporting, isn't it?"

Brian was adjusting himself to lie back on the settee, his gown falling to the floor. He reclined, wearing only a skimpy lavender bikini bottom that was so sheer Darlene could see his dark pubic hairs through it. He began fondling his nipples and squeezing his bulge while Greg danced sensuously around him. When the negligee finally hit the floor in a puddle around Greg's clear plastic backless high heels, he stood motionless. Darlene's jaw fell open as she quickly surveyed Greg's physique. He had the kind of stocky muscular body that she could appreciate and take delight in. She had liked him from the first minute they met. Unlike Brian, he had always been kind-hearted, soft spoken. He was intelligent, and Darlene enjoyed his sense of humor and unique wit. From that first moment, she had been attracted to and sexually aroused by his physical appearance. Had they met when they were both single she would have probably thrown herself at him. Alas he was married to Abby and so she was forced to subordinate these feelings out of respect for the two women's friendship. She thought that Brian's muscular body was nice too, but it had been a very long time since he had allowed her to experience its pleasures.

When that happened, Darlene turned to erotic fantasies and masturbating with a vibrator as her primary form of sexual outlet. As the frequency of sex with Brian dwindled to almost nothing, her fantasies turned to Greg and she tried visualize his body naked, and envision his erect penis. She would daydream about how it and he might serve to satisfy her secret lustful desires sometime. And now, she was seeing it, fully uncovered, for the first time. Darlene liked what she saw. She was beginning to like Greg more than ever, especially when she caught her first glimpse of his thick manhood. Although it was flaccid, she could see that he was well endowed as his penis protruded though those incongruous lacy panties he was wearing and hung limp between his muscular thighs.

The music continued, Greg danced, and moved closer to Brian who was still simulating masturbation. Greg finally stopped his undulation and stood still with his large limp cock hanging right next to Brian's face, his hand clutching at Brian's silky mound.

Brian put his arms around Greg's hips pulling him even closer, parting his lips to tongue tease Greg's cock into an erection. It didn't take long for Greg's cock to become hard as an iron pipe. Hmmm ..she mouthed silently. The sight of her best friend's husband's erection excited her. Darlene's hiding place was close enough to the two men for her to compare them size wise. She estimated that Greg's penis was about the same length as Brian's, who boasted of its 7 1/2 inches, but it was much thicker in circumference. She felt a tingle between her thighs as she visualized how nicely it would fill her.

Greg began thrusting his pelvis, inching his big hammer between Brian's wet lips. Brian leaned back as Greg threw his leg over the settee and straddled Brian's chest. Darlene found herself becoming mesmerized by Brian's frenzied sucking action. Greg fed the frenzy by thrusting himself against Brian's face. The blow job went on for a couple of more minutes before Greg pulled away from Brian and stood very still. When Brian reached to pull him closer, Greg unstraddled him. Brian got up, pulled down his panties, reached for a nearby open jar of lubricant and forced his own cock into it. When it was sufficiently greased, he approached Greg from the rear and slapped his firm buns to relax the muscles. After a few more slaps, Brian pushed Greg over into a bowing position. Greg cooperatively spread his legs, extended his arms and rested his hands on the settee for support. Brian spread the waiting cheeks, exposing Greg's pink little ring-shaped asshole. He stepped closer, placing his rod between the cheeks and used his left hand to rub his greased cock up and down the crack. Then he pulled back and used his left hand to keep the cheeks spread while his right hand fingers slid up and down the crack, aggressively probing Greg's bung hole.

"So you wanna be fucked slut .. You wanna feel my big hard prick drilling for oil in your tight little pussy asshole. don't you. You do want me to fuck your pussy ass don't you? Aren't you going to beg me for it?

Ooooh...yeah....I want you to fuck me Brian...please fuck me long and hard.

Greg loved the sensations stirred up by Brian's fingers playing with his asshole. He was beginning to feel a churning sensation stirring in his balls. But he also knew, that in a few minutes he would be experiencing even more intense feelings. The two men had thought about and planned out this scenario carefully for months, choreographing what they thought could be their only possible chance for a sexual encounter. With Darlene away at her mother's house and Abby on an overnight business trip the found their opportunity. They had temporarily abandoned their long-held mutual dislike for each other late one night over a bottle of Brian's 'ancient' scotch. One topic had led to another until they began swapping youthful sex stories. One of Greg's tales touched on a homosexual encounter with a dorm mate. Not to be outdone, Brian related his own college gay experience. As they talked more, each man realized that the other was turning him on. And, that's all it took for the two men to begin plotting their rendezvous.

Now, thinking that they were alone, they appeared to know exactly what they were doing and why. Darlene looked on in awe. At first she had wanted to puke. She was absolutely repulsed by the improbable vignette that was unfolding before her eyes. As she continued to watch, however, Darlene was becoming more intrigued and even a little aroused by every move the teo men were making. She winced when she saw Brian remove his fingers and push his long stiff cock into Greg's anus.

Take this ... pussy boy ... beg me c'mon beg me to give it to you!! I want you to tell me how you want me to fuck that tight shit filled little pussy hole of yours, Greg!

Fuck me hard .... Fuuuck me ....FucccKKK me ... puhlease ... please, please fuck me with your big beautiful jackhammer cock! Please fuck my pussy asshole. Make me scream and beg you for more ,,, I need you to work me hard and hurt me... ram my insides and make me beg you to stop. I'm a cock slut and I promise that if you fuck me good, I will give you a 'thank you' present that you will never forget.

Brian's swollen cock began sliding in and out of Greg's yielding sphincter, frigging and fucking Greg until he began moaning erotically. Feeling aroused by the stimulation from Brian's hard cock pressing on his prostate, Greg began urging and then pleading with Brian to fuck him even faster and harder and Brian was doing his best to keep up with these demands.

Fuuuck me... faster puhlease....hard please...C'mon big boy..can't you do any better than that!! Give your ass slut the fucking he deserves!!

After more than twenty minutes of nonstop jabbing and probing, Brian's enormous endowment was finally becoming too much for Greg's tender innards to handle. The pain was rapidly overtaking any pleasurable feelings and Greg repeatedly asked and even begged Brian to stop fucking him, but Brian seemingly paid no attention. Instead, he kept ramming his thick rod deeper into Greg's bunghole with piston-like motions, impaling him on it until the entire shaft had penetrated deep into his anal canal. Brian's ball-sac caromed rhythmically off of Greg's tight buttocks cheeks, beating them in a seemingly endless barrage. He was so caught up in the act that he seemed to be oblivious to Greg's pleas for mercy. Or, more correctly, as Darlene observed, maybe he was just being Brian interested only in satisfying himself and ignoring his partners needs or wishes.

OOOOooow...no...no ....stop ..stop... please I can't take it any more ... please stop ... please ...ooooowwww...you're hurting me!!!

It was amazing for Darlene to watch the zeal that her husband demonstrated fucking her best friend's husband. And his staying power was extraordinary, considering how hard he seemed to be working at it. She could not remember a single time when they'd made love when he had been able to hold his orgasm back that long. On the contrary, Brian could usually be counted to get in , 'get off', and get out. He subscribed to the 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' philosophy of sexual self-indulgence.

She watched in amazement for another ten minutes as Brian continued his relentless onslaught of Greg's helpless bunghole. Her husband was sweating like a pig. He wrapped his muscular forearm around Greg's waist, pulling him closer against his own firm abdominal muscles. He seemed to want to push his rod up even further into the recesses of the other man's interior. He used his free hand to roam freely on Greg's body. Then Brian pushed Greg's face down even further. Greg seemed to bend almost in half as Brian drilled further into him. He pulled him up again so that his hands had free access to Greg's entire body. He mauled, scratched and pinched Greg's nipples and grabbed the helpless man's ball sac and squeezed and twisted it. Greg grimaced and screamed in pain.


Darlene's Story Ch. 1



Ooooohh ..... oowww.... That hurts!!! Ouchhh ...OUCH ... please ...PLEASE ... stop you're too big for me ... please, PLEASE stop....OUCHHH....

You told me that you like it rough, didn't you, you little cock bitch? You like my rod drilling your asshole. Don't you. I thought you wanted me to fuck you HARD ... Well how about taking some more of this ,,,,is this hard enough for you or shall I make it even harder. Isn't this what you wanted?

OUCHH ... OUCH ..

And how about THIS, my little fuck toy ... Now let me do some really serious fucking

Greg's pleas and Brian's own words seemed to inflame him even more. He grunted, moaned and even roared as his rod tore further into Greg's asshole. The pain must have been overwhelming. Tears began streaming down Greg's face. Finally, after another five minutes or so of this brutal treatment, thinking that he had adequately demonstrated his sexual prowess and his ability to overwhelm and dominate Greg with the power of his man tool, he stopped and pulled out. Darlene was astonished to hear Greg tell Brian that he really liked getting fucked 'rough style'. It was even more difficult for her to contain herself when she saw Greg extend his hand to gently caress Brian's neck and then when she heard him whisper 'thank you'.

'Thanks Brian ... pant! pant! You know that I was just trying to egg you on when I was begging you to stop. I wanted you to do the opposite ... exactly what you did to me. That's certainly the best fucking I've ever had. Oh yeah ... I loved getting it rough style. I enjoyed feeling your big cock muscle filling my asshole Where did you ever learn to ride like that cowboy?

Greg blew a kiss at his partner. Brian snickered under his breath. "Isn't this perfect", he thought to himself, "I've just fucked Greg and if I play my cards right, soon I could be fucking his wife too and there will be nothing he can do to prevent that." Brian Carr had long ago developed his own sexual designs on Abby. He began to fantasize about her. His fantasies had intensified and become more regular since Darlene had started to gain weight. He wanted to do something to get Greg's wife into the sack but knowing how loyal she was to Greg and how close she was to Darlene, that had seemed impossible. Maybe now he had something he could use to drive a wedge between Greg and Abby and reap the benefits. He tried to imagine what the willowy raven-haired Audrey Hepburn look alike would be like in bed. Would she beg him to fuck her 'hard' just like Greg had? He would like that. He would like that very much indeed.

He smiled and showed Greg his shit coated hard-on while giving Greg's bulging erection a playful but sharp tug and then he walked directly into the bathroom. She heard the sound of running water. Moments later Brian re-entered the bedroom. He had quickly rinsed, soaped and cleaned off his still semi-rigid cock. He carried a can of shaving creme and a razor in his right hand. He sat back on the settee, holding the can up for Greg to see. Greg quickly walked over to meet him.

Greg took the can from Brian and pushed the cap button, releasing shaving creme into his palm. He lathered Brian's pubes well. Then, he spread Brian's legs and sat between them on the settee. He carefully shaved Brian's crotch until it was hairless and perfectly smooth. 'I think that you look gorgeous with your pubes shaved.'

Darlene thought that he looked ridiculous and slightly weird.

Now it's my turn to keep my earlier promise to you. I want to give you a 'thank you' gift that you'll never forget. I even be willing to bet that Darlene never gave you as good an 'oral' present as the one that you're about to get from me.

Yeah, you're probably right. And its really too bad that she doesn't know how to play the skin flute the way that I like it played. In fact she doesn't like sucking cock at all. That's a real shame because the fat slob has a really pretty mouth. In fact she's got the kind of mouth that is perfectly suited to giving 'blow-jobs. Before we were married and began sleeping together, I used to jack-off trying to imagine what it would be like having Darlene's lips sealed around my pipe and I even fantasized about her going down on me. It was really a disappointment to find that she wasn't nearly as good as I hoped she would be. I remember that Darlene also had a great body before and even after we got married. She still has a bodacious pair of boobs, but, in case you haven't noticed, she's let herself go to hell in a hand basket.

Darlene was flabbergasted hearing her husband's description of her oral prowess or the lack of it. She actually loved giving head, but Brian had never really given her the chance to demonstrate her talent. He was lying to Greg of course but his words wounded her deeply, especially since they were lies intended only to impress Greg.

Forgive me for saying so, but I 've always imagined that Darlene would be a great lay. She's still a gorgeous looking lady even though she is on the heavy side.

Oh she was great looking when I married her, but now she's become so heavy that I'm disgusted by her appearance. Except for her ass and boobs that is. Look at her, she's become a fat slob. Brian nonchalantly changed the subject. He was fishing for some information that he could use later to compromise Greg's wife. Since you asked about Darlene, what about Abby, she must give you all the pussy you want and more.

Hey, Abby's great in bed! I always get off just looking at her naked and she cums every time that we make love. She's on the quiet side when we make love and I kind of wish that she'd moan, yell and scream. My real problem with her is that I always have to be the aggressor. I really would like it if she'd come after me and be far more assertive and imaginative in bed. I like to play and unfortunately Abby is always an adult even when she's in bed .... Not that there is anything wrong with that you understand. I just wish she'd do some role-playing. Am I making any sense?

'Yeah pal, I understand what you're saying ...".

Darlene overheard in every word of the conversation from her hiding spot. She was the proverbial 'fly-on-the wall' . Her mood alternated between rage and depression her husband's conversation knowing that his indifference and abuse was the primary reason for her current appearance. She smiled inwardly when she listened to Greg's assessment of her sexual attractiveness. She continued to watch in silence.

Greg bent over the Brian's clean shaven crotch.

Man, you are hot. I want you to know how turned on I got just from looking at the size and shape of your 'pole'. I can hardly wait to taste it. By now you probably realize that my limited previous sexual experience with a man was a s a 'bottom'....and I am a 'cock pig'.

Then he fell to his knees and positioned himself between Brian's widely spread thighs, temporarily resting his elbows on them He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the large circumcised head of his tumescent cock. The meaty mushroom shaped head was already moistened by precum that was oozing freely from the excitement of anticipating the sucking he was about to receive. Greg eased down, drawing Brian's throbbing rod deep into his hot mouth. Greg tightened his jaws to help his cheeks feel the hard shaft pressing against them. He slowly devoured it all the way down to its roots. A moment later Greg's head was bobbing in sync with his sucking sounds and Brian's responsive thrusts. His cock sucking became more intense the longer it went on. Greg's facial movements became more animated and pronounced as he sensed that Brian was nearing his climax. Darlene watched interestedly as his lips distended and his observed his cheeks puffing-up and changing their shape alternatively from convex to concave. A narrow string of spittle drooled from the side of his mouth and landed on Brian's thigh. Darlene wet her lips. She thought that she was able to detect the motions of Greg's tongue as it flitted around the surface of Brian's bulbous and sensitive cock head. The sucking sounds were so intense that Darlene felt herself becoming flushed with excitement and she was beginning to perspire profusely. She listened to her heart pounding so loudly that she worried that one of the men might actually hear it.

Her husband responded in kind to Greg's frenzied and prolonged blow job. He emitted a series of increasingly passionate and frequent moans. Greg took those as a positive signal to work his lips and tongue even more fervently. He retracted his lips exposing his straight pearly white teeth. Darlene had often told Abby that she thought Greg had a gorgeous mouth and teeth. Greg's face pulled back until only the mushroom shaped head of Brian's cock remained in his mouth, then he playfully scraped the ridges of his pearly teeth across the sensitive surface of that fleshy place. Brian winced slightly, Greg smiled and then pulled even further back until only his lips kissed the cock head. Greg extended the full length of his tongue and allowed it to push, poke and probe the narrow opening of the hole in the center of Brian's cock head. His tongue flitted like a paintbrush trying to coat the inside of that delicate and tender flesh. Darlene was close enough to the two men to be able to see the goose bumps forming on Brian's arms and his light colored body hairs stand on end. Then Greg reopened his mouth and used suction to slowly swallow the entire length of Brian's sword. He was now using his hands as well as his mouth to work on Brian's blood filled tool. She watched as Brian's muscular abdomen suddenly began to tense up. He clenched his fists and let out a grunt so loud that she feared their closest neighbors might hear it, even though they were more than a quarter of a mile away. There was a brief moment of stillness, then Brian's entire body convulsed, then relaxed for an instant before spasming a second time, and then yet a third, a fourth and a fifth time. All the while he was spewing the hot magma from his engorged balls up the length of his rigid cock and deep into Greg's attentive mouth and welcoming throat. She observed raptly while Greg's sexy mouth filled to capacity with the abundant liquid spewing from her husband's rapidly wilting member. She licked her lips involuntarily as she noticed a few droplets of the thick milky colored elixir flowing out of Greg's mouth and streaming down his lips and onto his chin. She watched both men break into smiles as Greg's "Adam's Apple" contracted and he enthusiastically swallowed the sticky offering that her husband had deposited in his mouth. He flicked his tongue across his cum covered chin to gather in as much of the escaping remnants of Brian's cock milk as he could.

Finally, Darlene had seen enough. On the one hand, she was totally disgusted by the sight of these two guys that she had up till this night she believed to be totally 'straight' going at each other like a couple of sex-crazed teenagers and put off by their cross dressing and other 'unnatural' behavior. On the other hand, she was so turned on by what she witnessed that she wanted to join in and play too. Her compulsive feral instincts were peaking and she felt her body jump out from her hiding place before she knew what was happening. Greg heard the noise and quickly pulled his face away from Brian's cock. They both looked in the direction of the vanity and saw Darlene walking across the room toward them. The two men scampered about trying to cover themselves up. Their faces were glowing bright pink from the embarrassment of being discovered.

To Be Continued...



Darlene's Story Ch. 2



( In Part 2 Darlene decides to become a participant in the sex play with Greg and her husband. She uses and sexually dominates Greg while punishing and humiliating her husband )

In spite of all of their careful planning and the elaborate security measures they'd taken to keep their sexual encounter clandestine, Brian Carr and Greg Hunt were caught flagrante dilecto (in the act). To make matters worse, the person that had caught them was none other than Brian's wife, Darlene. She smiled mischievously as she sauntered over toward them from her hiding place. Each one wondered how much she had seen and what she was thinking.

Well! Well! You boys have been busy playing haven't you ... there was a look of mock indignation on her face ... and what kind of naughty games have you been up to? Greg was just about to explain, when she hushed him and continued her teasing remarks.

Ooh my, those pretty panties look so good on you, Greg! Wherever did you buy them? I think I'd like to get a pair like that for myself. Maybe we can go shopping together sometime. Let's take Abby along when we do that, shall we?

Greg's already flushed face turned an even more intense shade of pink.

Darlene stood next to the settee. An enigmatic smile once again traversed her beautiful face. Her red hair was tousled and askew, a curl draped over her forehead. She looked playfully coy and impish. She was ogling the two semi-naked men who were now standing together facing her. Their faces were flushed in obvious chagrin.

She turned around, looked over her shoulder and nonchalantly ordered one of them to unzip her dress.

It's sooo hot and uncomfortable in here. Steamy almost from all of the hot action. I suppose that if I want to feel comfortable I'll just have to get rid of this dress. One of you unzip me!!

Without a word, her astonished husband stepped up to the task. He stepped back and stood next to Greg while Darlene pulled at the dress, letting it drop from her shoulders to the floor. Stepping out of it, she turned to face Greg. She was wearing only her panties and bra. Her body was fleshy and flabby.

Greg smiled remembering that he had known Darlene for almost twenty years but that he had never seen her this close to being naked. In the last six or seven years she had become morbidly obese and because of that she'd also become overly modest in her dress, unwilling to allow any of her body to be exposed or accentuated. If seemed as if she was afraid for anyone to see how fat she'd become. That was odd he thought, she had been blessed with large, no that was an understatement, with huge beautifully shaped breasts. He recalled that when she was a younger woman, Darlene had a 'drop-dead' figure. In fact, she had a body that would make a man spring an instant hard-on just thinking about it. It was the kind of figure that teen-aged boys jacked-off to while reading Playboy Magazine. Several years ago he remembered sitting in Brian and Darlene's den casually browsing through a Carr family photo album. He came across an old photograph of Darlene wearing a figure hugging one piece bathing suit. He studied the picture carefully, surveying her long curvaceous legs, flat belly and of course those incredible tits. Back then she was obviously proud of her assets and didn't mind flaunting them. He nearly creamed in his pants, she looked so sexy in that photograph. Why, he wondered, had she allowed herself to become so fat? Even so, her breasts appeared extraordinarily voluptuous as the pillows of flesh protruded from the black Wonderbra that matched her nylon 'big-boy' panties. Watching her flabby and out of shape like this was uncomfortable for both of them. Greg's initial rush of astonishment turned to embarrassment and then to empathy for this woman who evidently wanted to join the action. She made a couple of pointed comments about this being her only chance to enjoy intimacy with her husband, but she also welcomed the opportunity to romp with her best friend's husband. She unsnapped her bra and let the cups release her full breasts. The circumference of the rosy aureoles surrounding her long taut nipples impressed Greg. He yearned to flick a finger at them, knowing a jolt of energy would zap Darlene all the way to her pussy. He wanted to be the one to excite and arouse her. He wanted to make Darlene lust for his touch, rather than Brian's.

Greg's thoughts turned downright devilish. In an instant he was feverishly concocting a plan designed to take advantage of this new opportunity while also making Brian jealous. He took off his negligee and stepped toward Darlene, extending his hands to her chest. He hesitated a moment, giving Brian time to appreciate the sight and giving Darlene some time to relish the anticipation of his touch. Then, an index finger flicked out from his thumb, striking against the side of her hard nipple. Darlene let out an audible gasp of desire.

Ooh ... that felt so nice.

Her eyes closed, she reached down and caressed Greg's manhood through his Speedo. The sensation of her nipple and jolt in her pussy and the sensuous feel of his smooth pouch brought Darlene's feelings of lust to a level that matched that of Greg and Brian's.

There's always room for one more ... do you want t' play with us Darlene? It's been such a long time foe me ... obviously it's been much too long a c'mon lets have some fun

Are you sure that you really want to play with a 'fat slob' like me Brian? ... you haven't wanted to have me in a sexual way in a very long time you know .. and by the way you weren't such a great lay either. What's the expression 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am? ,,, you couldn't stay hard long enough to get my engine really warmed up. But then I'm not a man, am I? So maybe it was more difficult for you to get and keep IT up. And as for oral sex, you never did learn how to give head ... so I never tried to reciprocate. Why should I? But as for your current invitation - sure, why not? ... I get two for the price of one ... and what an interesting bonus Greg could turn out to be. Right Greg?

She nodded and winked mischievously at Greg. Brian took that wink as an assault on his status as her husband, on his manhood, and as a dare to continue the activity with Greg. He took that dare and became determined to frolic his way into dominance over her and Greg right then and there. He went around and behind Darlene, and knelt while yanking at her panties, pulling them down around her ankles. She screeched, looking down and back at Brian's quick smirk. She knew he had taken her dare and they were both up for the challenge of winning. She forgot about Greg and started for the bed, her feet getting tangled up in the panties. She tripped and stumbled awkwardly, taking a direct dive onto the carpet. More humiliated than hurt, she raised her head in defiance and refused Greg's outreached hand. Instead, she crawled on all fours to the bed.

Almost immediately Brian was down behind her, perusing her fat ass. He seem to be taking pleasure in seeing it look this big, knowing that she had taken to eating as sublimation for sex. He actually admired her ass for being more of what he used to love. He had had a fetish for large buttocks' from his boyhood days. Darlene's ass had always been a very round and attractive one, he thought, especially when she was down on her hands and knees ready to be taken doggie-style. Brian used to love shaving the red pubic hairs around her pussy. Her smooth twat made him think she was a little girl. He began fingering her wet pussy.

Stop ... STOP IT RIGHT NOW!

Brian ignored Darlene's admonition. Instead he defied her and continued his finger play. She turned to face him. A scowl had replaced Darlene's smile. She repeated her injunction. There was no mistaking the meaning of the words or the tone of her voice.

I SAID STOP IT RIGHT NOW BRIAN ,,, OR ELSE!!

Greg's ears perked up when he heard the authoritative commanding tone of Darlene's voice barking at Brian. He immediately conjured up a mental picture of Darlene wearing something totally different, something compelling and sensuous, something that was made out of black patent leather. He found himself getting totally turned on by that image and ran over to his duffel bag which was he had filled with a variety of 'sex' toys that he had collected and brought specifically for this evening's 'festivities'. He grubbed around and pulled out a pair of boots and a riding crop. He placed them in front of Darlene and she smiled seeming to know what he wanted. Pulling away from Brian's slippery fingers, she got up and put on the boots and picked up the whip. Instantly, she was in control of the situation. The two men stood quietly, appraising Darlene's new authority. She wouldn't disappoint them.

This is my playground now!. I'm the teacher, the principal, and the policeman. From now on, I will make the rules and I will enforce them and the two of you will OBEY THEM. Is that understood?

The two men were silent, stunned by the sudden change of circumstances.

Well! Neither of one you is deaf and both of you speak perfectly good English. Do you understand me?

YES MA'AM.

That's better. Well, I was watching the two of you play and I must confess that I really enjoyed it. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that my pussy got nice and wet. So why don't the two of you play for me some more and I expect that you will put on a really good show now that you are aware that I'll be watching you.

Telling them she was now going to oversee the execution of their plan for having sex with each other, she commanded them to continue fondling each other. Brian and Greg stood facing each other and began kissing and fondling.

Brian, get down on your knees!

They listened carefully to each of her commands, that were followed or accompanied by a crack of the whip. She made them engage in deep French kissing, nipple teasing, and they had to assume a variety of cock sucking positions and simulate giving each other blow jobs, while she commented derisively on their form or technique.

Ooooh my, my, my, you seem to really enjoy sucking cock, don't you Brian. We've been married almost twenty years and I never knew that until tonight. You're a real life cock sucker aren't you... my macho husband Brian?

Yes dear! I mean Ma-am Brian's reply was sheepish and genuinely humble.

Oooh and you too, sweet, sweet boy Greg ... you really love to lick on that big meat lollipop don't you? What do you think Abby would say or do if she ever found out that you like sucking cock and getting fucked? Tee ..Heeee...Heee....ha ha ha!!

I don't know ma-am ... you're not planning to tell her .. are you? Greg seemed genuinely worried and concerned.

No. No. I promise that I'll keep tonight's activities just between the three of us ... for the time being, that is.

As Darlene openly watched, she laughed at them and verbally mocked and berated them while she put them through their paces. Ironically her verbal taunts seemed to inflame them even more. Their erections throbbed in response to every one of her demeaning onslaughts. She made a mental note of that and filed it away in her memory for future reference. Finally, she grew tired of watching them give each other pleasure, now it was her turn to receive some pleasuring! She instructed Greg to kneel and when he had she walked over, stood directly over him with her thighs spread widely apart. She commanded him to eat her pussy while Brian was forced to watch.

Greg took his cue and began a slow tonguing of her labia probed to find her clitoris. As it began to fill with blood and harden he increased the tempo of his tonguing. The scent of her pussy was almost heavenly and she tasted even better. He inserted his tongue into her slit and began exploring. Darlene's body trembled.

Oh yes .. ooohhh yes Greg, that feels so good. I love what you're doing. I want you to eat me with the beautiful educated mouth of yours. Fuck me with your tongue. Yesssss. More, do it more ... Ah yes that feels sooo good...

She howled with delight and cracked the whip next to where Brian was standing. The sound of the whip cracking so close to his naked body made him flinch. Meanwhile, Greg seemed to be enjoying his new status as favored man for the job, while her husband, the asshole had to standby and watch helplessly. Brian looked like a virile stud, but actually was a wimp. But that had worked to Greg's advantage too, so Greg was still in a winning position, and besides he enjoyed eating out.

Finally, Darlene shoved her dripping wet cunt onto Greg's face and wriggled enthusiastically with undulations that matched the action of his tongue as her long awaited orgasm surged through her body in search of an outlet.

Oooh god that's so good Greg ... Oh..ooh..OHHH...OHHHH... please ... my gawd that's so good. Yes ..YESS... Ooomiiigodd...YESSSSSSSSssssss aaaahhhhh...

It found its vent audibly, with Darlene moaning and groaning with each new wave of ecstasy came over her. She made Greg feel proud. When she was sated, she fell back onto the bed, panting and gasping for air. Greg stood up and looked at Brian who appeared to be in awe of what had just happened with his wife.

Greg's chin and cheeks were covered with her cum. He smiled to himself, satisfied with how he had just gotten her off.

Remembering the derogatory remarks that Brian had made about her abilities as a fellatrix, Darlene wanted to demonstrate not only how wrong he was in his assessment, she also wanted to humiliate him at the same time. In fact, she wanted to use the advantage that she had just gained to exact her revenge on Brian while having her fun with Greg. It was also critical for Greg to recognize his own part in all of this --- after all he had been a willing participant in everything that had happen this evening. Darlene quickly hatched a plan.

While in college Darlene minored in biology thinking that she might eventually want to become a nurse. She aced her courses in Human Anatomy and Physiology and her photographic memory filed away all of the facts she'd ever learned about a man's body. She fired off a terse command to Brian. Brian, I want you to go to the garage, then to the kitchen and finally into your office. Bring me back the following items .. .And don't dally! Darlene ran off a list of diverse and seemingly disparate items including a length of rope, paper clips, rubber bands, a pitcher of ice water, surgical tape. They made no sense to Brian, but Darlene's instructions were specific and exacting and there was no mistaking the fact that she was serious.

Brian looked puzzled. He wasn't used to taking orders from anyone, let alone from Darlene. Over the years of their marriage, each of the Carr's had grown to resent being given orders by the other. But he also realized that she had the upper hand in this situation since she had caught him in an embarrassing situation with Greg. Brian knew that Darlene had a big mouth and could 'accidentally' leak information about what happened that evening. If anyone outside of the room ever found out what he and Greg had been up to it could be costly for him in many ways. He obviously had no choice but to do what Darlene wanted, at least for the time being.

Brian hesitated but Darlene was having none of it. She flicked the whip in her hand and the tip hit Brian a glancing blow on his left buttock. Ouch! That hurt Darlene!

Well then, you better get going or you'll feel its sting again, and next time my aim will be better!

Brian was off. Meanwhile Darlene went into the bathroom to collect a few items herself. She ordered Greg to remain right where he was and told him not to move. In a few minutes Brian returned carrying with him all of the items that Darlene had wanted. He put them on the lowboy dresser. She surveyed them and looked pleased that he had followed her instructions so precisely

What a good boy you are Brian! So obedient ... if only you were as good with your mouth as G... I want you to get down on your knees right here next to the bed! Do it now and I don't expect to have to tell you again!

Even Brian was impressed with the authoritative way his wife was taking charge of the situation. He resigned himself to following Darlene's orders for the time being. For now she was in charge. He meekly walked over to the place midway between the head and foot of their huge bed and immediately fell to his knees.

I kind of like the way you look when you're down on your knees, honey! I could easily get used to seeing you that way on a regular basis. She taunted, fully enjoying her new found power Now spread your legs, put your arms behind your back, and relax!

Darlene took the piece of rope that Brian had brought her. As a young girl, Darlene had spent lots of time with her grandfather, a seasoned sailor. She had been also active in the Girl Scouts. So she knew exactly what to do with a rope. She made noose like loops at either end of the length of rope and knotted them securely. She slung one loop around Greg's wrists, tightened it with several knots and then she let the line drop down to the floor, took that loop and bound his ankles with it raising them about six inches off the floor. She tied the loop tightly without totally cutting off his blood circulation. He was trussed up hands and feet behind him and trussed to each other - unable to move.

I hope you're comfortable, honey. Cause you're going to have to stay tied-up in that position for quite a while. Then she turned to Greg and spoke. Get on the bed Greg, I want you to lie face up ... and be quick about it!

He did so immediately. Darlene smiled in satisfaction. That's good. I like how well you listen. When I say something, I expect that you will do what I say without question. Do I make myself clear?

Yes Ma'am. Perfectly clear.

She turned her attention back to her husband. Seeing that his erection had gone soft, she grabbed his ball sac and began playing with his balls, then she ran her finger along the sensitive underside of the rim of his circumcised cock-head. Brian's cock was responding just as she wanted it to. As it stiffened she gave the shaft and playful tug and then gripped it between her thumb and fingers. Then she gave it a second firmer yank, and twisting it as she did so.

Brian winced and said Ouch!! again . It hurt, but Darlene's gestures were obviously having the effect that she intended them to have. Brian's cock was now hard as a rock. A tiny droplet of pre-cum formed in his pisshole and began moistening the knob shaped head. Darlene removed a tube of something from the nightstand, she hid the lettering so that neither Brian nor Greg could read it. She squeezed the tube and let a small dab of the white unguent fall into her fingers. She put the tube back on the nightstand, leaving it uncovered and rubbed the greasy dab into her fingers. Then, without hesitating she reached out for her husband's cock and slid her salve covered finger tips over his exposed and tender cockhead.

Brian screamed as the burning pain coursed through his cock. She picked up the tube from the nightstand and showed it to him so that he could now read the words 'BEN GAY' written on it.

Ouch!! OUCH! OUCH!! That burns, Darlene. That really hurts. He yelled again and again as the burning sensation continued. Then she touched his sensitive glans once more with her greasy finger tips and he winced again and resumed his screaming

Darlene smiled in satisfaction. Then she frowned in mock indignation 'Brian, you're making much too much noise and I'm afraid that the sounds will keep me from concentrating on Greg and worse yet, they may wake up the neighbors. After all it is nearly 2:30 AM and this is a quiet neighborhood. I suppose that I'm going to have to muffle the noise. Now where did I drop my panties? Oh yes here they are. Darlene picked up her panties from the floor. She approached her helpless kneeling husband once more. His eyes were filled with tears. She allowed her husband breathe in the scents of her naked body. Her pubic hair brushed against the tip of his nose teasing him and letting him take in the lingering fragrance of her recent orgasm. Then she moved away slightly, took the pair of panties and wedged them into the slit of her wet vagina. His eyes followed every move as she ran the fabric up and down the length of her moistened labia and into her slit. She allowed it to absorb the musky wetness of her just eaten twat. Darlene lingered near and hovered over her husband allowing him to explore her voluptuous breasts with his eyes. She wanted to make certain that he fully appreciated her assets. His throbbing cock spoke volumes. Then she reached down again and rubbed her Ben Gay covered finger on his sensitive cock. Just as he began to scream again, Darlene deftly popped her panties into his open mouth and pushed them in. She quickly grabbed some surgical tape she'd placed on the bureau and sealed it tightly over his mouth.




Darlene's Story Ch. 2



Well Brian, Greg had his chance to eat my pussy, so now it seems only fair that you get your chance, too. I hope that you learn to appreciate how delicious I taste. She chuckled heartily.

Darlene went back to the night stand and squeezed out another bit of the Ben Gay crème onto her palms and into her finger tips. Then she walked back toward her cowering, helpless husband.

Now Brian, I want you to watch and learn to appreciate your wife's skills in bed, just like I got to watch and appreciate yours. Isn't it nice that we both have a chance to practice on the same partner?

She stroked the length of his cock with her Ben Gay soaked fingers. The panty gag that filled Brian's mouth muffled his screams but the tears streaking down his cheeks signaled her that he was finally getting the message.

That's better isn't it!! Now I'm sure that the neighbors won't be disturbed. You can relax now, because I'm through with you for the time being and I'm not planning to touch your sensitive little boy sex stick any more tonight. But I do expect you to keep it hard and that you'll try to enjoy the show, because I might change my mind if I suspect that your not! You DO understand me don't you, darling?

The trussed up and gagged Brian nodded his agreement.

Now that she'd taken care of Brian, she went into the bathroom to wash her hands and when she emerged she turned her attention, to the naked Greg. He had a shit eating grin on his face having taken in the entire exchange between Darlene and Brian without saying a word. His cock was rock hard. Darlene's mouth was watering and she was licking her lips.

So Greg, I couldn't help but overhear Brian telling you that I wasn't any good at giving head and that I really didn't enjoy doing that at all. Did you believe him?

Should I have?

Darlene scowled. She grabbed the nearby whip and flicked it across Greg's thigh. He winced.

I don't need any wise cracks, just a simple 'Yes' or a 'No' will do. And, I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'll try not to lose my temper again. Did you believe him when he told you that Greg?

No!!

I'm glad to hear that! Do you want me to demonstrate how much I 'hate' giving blow jobs?

Yes.

Then ask me nicely and remember to say 'please', 'thank you' and to address me as 'ma-am"

Please show me how much you hate giving blow jobs Darlene ... I mean ma-am!

That's much better. Greg, scoot your body over here closer to where Brian is! I want him to be able to watch this too ... up close and personal if you know what I mean.

I think so ... ma-am!

Greg's rod was throbbing and bobbing helplessly. The motion reminded Darlene of a flag pole swaying in a stiff wind. Darlene's tongue formed the saliva build up in her throat into a healthy spitball. She rested her elbows on Greg's thighs and lowered her lips about an inch above his penis and let the spit ball fall onto the cock head. She watched as it oozed over the beautiful bullet shaped head lubricating its nerve filled fleshy surface. She followed with a kiss on the throbbing fleshy head. Then she continued downward and slowly opened her mouth to allow his cock to enter between her parting lips. As she slowly devoured the rod, her fingers began playing with his balls. She admired the way he was hung and thought about how much she would enjoy using his body to please herself. Darlene was very careful in handling Greg. He was a new plaything for her and she didn't want to break any of his parts before she had the opportunity to see and enjoy what they were capable of doing. Besides, it had been a very long time since she had they pleasure of a having a hard cock filling her mouth. Inspired, she began ministering to his 'wood' in earnest. Flickering her tongue over the surface and around the rim - slowly at first and then gradually picking up the tempo. Darlene could feel Greg's cock pulsating in her mouth and more importantly she could feel his body quiver or twitch whenever her tongue or lips touched a particularly sensitive spot.. The pace of his breathing quickened and he began to moan audibly. She slowed down wanting to draw out her pleasure and his.

MMMwwwfff... yummmm ...sluuuurp.. yuuuwwwfff ... tstmmmwwff gowwffd....she pulled her mouth away and released his cock for a moment to allow herself to be understood. Are you enjoying the ride so far Greg?

Pant ... Pant Oooh yes ... yess ... I want more, ma-am!.

That's good because I want it to last for a while and I want you to remember this blowjob for a long, long, long time to come. Darlene snickered at the unintended double entendre.

Don't worry ma'am. I'm sure that I will.

Darlene smiled approvingly . Oh and by the way please let me know when you feel yourself cumming .. I want to enjoy that too. And I definitely want Brian to fully appreciate it!!

She smiled to herself, she hadn't fully revealed to either of the men what she actually had in mind for either of them. She wanted to extend her own pleasure for as long as possible. She knew it would be difficult for Greg to hold back his ejaculation for too much longer when she went back to work on him but she didn't want him to cum until after she was fully satisfied herself. No use taking chances. She intended to give him the blow-job of his life without allowing him to cum in her mouth. When she was through blowing him she meant to fuck him in a way that he'd never been fucked before and in a way that he would remember forever. Darlene also wanted to humiliate Brian. It was pay-back time for the all of the years of neglect and sexual deprivation that he'd subjected her to. Greg was a convenient instrument for all of those things, but what a nice instrument to play with Darlene thought. She went back to working on his cock in earnest.

Greg's arousal was intensifying with every passing second. How wrong Brian was, he thought to himself, Darlene gives great head. She's a blow job artist. He wished that Abby would suck him off the way that Darlene seemed to be doing. He broke out in a sweat. The pace of his breathing quickened and he squirmed helplessly as Darlene's mouth and tongue massaged his rod. It wouldn't be too much longer before he fired his gun and shot his hot cum bullets into her beautiful mouth.

Darlene must have sensed his impending orgasm, because she slowed the pace of her sucking and pinched the base of his cock to retard his ejaculation. When she sensed that the crisis had passed she picked up the cadence again. Greg started moaning again and twitching helplessly. The surface of Darlene's tongue swirling on his nerve filled cock head sent tiny electrical shocks coursing through his body.

Ooooh ..that feels so great ... I think I'm going to cum any second now!

Darlene stopped and pinched the root of his erect cock yet again. She looked around and reached for the thick rubber band that she'd asked Brian to bring her. She looped it over Greg's cock and let it slide all the way down to the base, then she wrapped it around the bottom of the shaft several times, fashioning it into a makeshift tourniquet. She took a pencil and looped it inside of the elastic band. Darlene would use the pencil as a lever to alternatively tighten or relax the pressure of the band on the shaft.

Greg, I don't mean to hurt you, but I'm also sure that I don't want you to cum just yet either. I'm having too much fun sucking you off and your pole is so tasty that I don't want it to wilt either. Sorry, but you have no choice, you're just going to have to suffer through this blow job. I hope you understand and that you'll forgive any temporary discomfort. I can assure you that if I have anything to do with it, that the pleasure you experience will be greater than the pain.

Darlene let the ridges of her teeth gnaw playfully on his cock head.

Ooooooh, ahhh, ouch.

Maybe this will help! She poured him and herself a glass of the ice water. Then, she stuck her hand into the pitcher of ice water that Brian had obediently fetched and withdrew it, and stroked Greg's cock with her frigid hand and watched as his cock temporarily deflated. Pausing to sip some water herself, she resumed her oral masturbation using even more suction and more frenetic tonguing then before. Greg howled expressing both his pleasure and his anguish simultaneously. Darlene continued sucking him non-stop for another thirty minutes alternatively tightening and loosening the noose around the base of his cock to prevent him from cumming. She found a comfortable position between his thighs and folded her breasts around the shaft so that it rested in her cleavage. Finally she'd had her fill of him - at least enough of his cock filling her mouth for this evening and she released him . She poured some of the ice water on his cock to bring him down again. By this time his balls were aching and he was begging for release.

For Darlene the fun was just beginning. For the two hapless men the ordeal continued. Brian yelped and nearly retched when Darlene pulled the tape away from his mouth and allowed him to spit out her panties. She even loosened the knots around his ankles to allow him a little freedom of movement. Darlene straddled Greg's mid-section facing his feet, looking directly at Brian with a defiant smile on her face. She wasn't through yet. She wanted to humiliate her husband even more and force him to watch as the variety of pleasurable expressions came over her face while she fucked Greg. Then Darlene turned her attention to Greg. She began fondling his cock again, teasing it again into a rock hard shaft. She stroked it a few times and then raised herself, positioned her wet pussy over the throbbing cock and lowered her body, shoving the cock up her well lubricated twat and devouring it deep in its recesses. She began a slow fuck on Greg and simultaneously grabbed the jar of lubricant from the nearby bureau. She took it and stuck the whip handle deep into the jar. Pulling it out, fully greased, she lifted Greg's legs and spread his thighs just enough to slip the handle between his cheeks. She probed his puckered asshole until the handle entered and slid in easily. Now she was fucking his cock and his asshole at the same time. She began increasing the cadence of her rhythmic movements. All the while listening to Greg's panting and moaning for indications how well she was performing on him and to further demean Brian who was forced to watch. The double-fucking continued at an increasingly faster and more furious pace until she was humping and jamming seemingly without any pauses.

Greg's eyes were bugged out, his mouth agape, he was gasping for air as the handle probed his sore prostate. The temperature inside his balls had begun to climb. His white lava sauce was boiling and pressing for release from the inferno that was inside his balls. The pressure was so great that Greg felt like his balls were going to explode if he couldn't cum soon. But the push of the whip handle inside his rectum pressing against his Prostate prevented any fluids from escaping. His cock pulsated painfully, as Darlene rode his body like an experienced equestrienne. His head was spinning. Greg's moans soon turned to cries for mercy and after satisfying herself with another orgasm, Darlene finally acceded. She pulled on the handle, removing it from inside his ass. Greg could feel his cum overload racing through his aching balls and heading up the shaft of his tumescent cock. There was a feeling of incredibly intense pressure building up inside his loins. Darlene slowly lifted her weight off of Greg's body but not before she ordered Brian to lean over Greg, and to place his face directly in front of and above his crotch. Immediately, Greg's white lava shot out of the top of his cock head in multiple spurts landing on and splattering all over Brian's face. The eruption seemed endless as Darlene watched her husband being humiliated by having his face washed and drenched by Greg's tremendous load of hot fuck milk.

When Greg was finally empty, and exhausted from the fuck, Darlene lifted up Brian, untied his feet and led him by his cock over to the mirrored closet doors. He was forced to look at his pitiful reflection with Greg's copious load of jism splashed all over his face and rapidly beginning to dry. She began to verbally mock and denigrate him even more.

"There'll be no more washing of your face until lunch time darling ... and by the way I don't want the bedding soiled any more than it already is, so you'll be sleeping on the floor tonight"

The rendezvous and ordeal had lasted most of the night. Dawn was breaking as Greg quietly got off the bed, wiped his stomach clean of any remaining cum, stepped into his chinos , pulled on his shirt, stuffed his toy bag and quickly exited the house. He didn't need to say good-bye; he knew that this was just the beginning...



Darlene's Story Ch. 3



Part III- Mistress Darlene

( In Chapter 3, Darlene completes her transformation from a grossly overweight undersexed wife into an alluring and svelte dominatrix who is served and serviced by a group of submissive males. She contrives a plan that will reveal her secrets to her friends Abby and Pamela and subsequently recruit them into the world of female domination. )

Nearly eight months had passed since the fateful night when Darlene discovered Brian and Greg in bed together. A lot had happened in the meantime. Up until that time she had been only Darlene Carr the mistress of her household, now she was also Mistress Darlene dominatrix, not only to Brian and Greg, but to a growing number other male lackeys as well. As of now she had collected a hard core group of more than twenty slaves. They competed to grovel at her feet. She thought of them as her own personal stable of stallions. Their sole purpose, she told them, was to service and serve her. She could afford to be selective. Her new attitude and appearance attracted men to her in droves, so she picked only the best and those that would serve her needs and various interests best. They were intrigued, fascinated, and yes, mesmerized by the power she wielded over them.

What a physical transformation she'd undergone. Her body was rapidly slenderizing and firming up again. Darlene had already shed more than sixty pounds and she was continuing to lose weight - it wouldn't be too much longer before she reached her weight loss goal of seventy-five pounds. When she reached that goal, she would weigh exactly what she weighed fifteen years ago. Back then she delighted in knowing that she had the kind of body that might be featured in the centerfold of Playboy Magazine. Even though her body had not yet fully returned to the curvaceous trim build of fifteen years earlier, she was no longer a corpulent and sloppy woman. She was instead a shapely and sensual lady. In fact, Darlene loved her rejuvenated body and the way that her male menagerie worshipped it. Greg, was especially attentive. She permitted his educated lips, mouth and tongue freedom to explore her charms centimeter by centimeter. Darlene adored the way he used his skillful tongue to explore the deepest recesses of every one of her body's crevices and orifices. Her large breasts appeared even more luscious now that she had slimmed down. Knowing how much in awe he was of the size of her aureole and her hard pointed nipples, she allowed Greg's tongue to lavish attention on them as his reward for pleasuring her elsewhere. She loved to charm, tempt and tease him with her breasts. She would tie his hands and feet and dangle her breasts temptingly close to his face and open mouth She would brush her nipples against his lips, then suddenly withdraw them as he attempted to take them into his mouth. When Darlene was feeling especially frisky and impish, she would allow Greg or one of her other slaves to masturbate and then to shower their sticky semen onto her enormous tits, and then she commanded Greg to suck her breasts and lick them clean. It was a very pleasurable experience for both and it was one of the ways she had of demonstrating to him and the others that she was really in charge. Darlene enjoyed being in charge.

She loved playing the role of the dominatrix she'd become. It hadn't taken her very long to get used to it. Darlene quickly acquired all of the paraphernalia and began to assume the commanding appearance and dominant attitude typical of women practicing this dark side of eroticism. She corresponded with other Mistresses via the Internet to learn their secrets and share techniques of mastery over men with them. Most days she slept late and undisturbed. No one, least of all Brian, ever dared to disturb her. A few days after discovering the two men together, Darlene gave the Carr's long time housekeeper, Rosa, a generous severance and found her a new situation. Rather than hire someone else, she decided to train and domesticate Brian. She required him to assume the housekeeper's duties. He was now a wimp and no longer the pompous macho asshole he'd once been. He was compelled to wait on her hand and foot, doing all of the domestic and menial chores around the house He primped and bathed her, and he even gave her manicures and pedicures. As she began losing weight, she had Brian install a fully equipped gym in the unused office immediately adjacent to their bedroom. She engaged in a vigorous work-out for at least an hour and a half every day, nearly matching her friend Pamela Rawlings in her devotion to her exercise regimen. On days when Brian wasn't working he would stay home and watch his wife and Mistress on the treadmill, bike or Stairmaster, then as she flexed and toned her body lifting weights and using various machines. Afterwards, before drawing her bath, he would lick the beads or pools of perspiration from her armpits, off of her naked body, or from the sweat drenched surface of her Speedo spandex workout togs.

Brian would occasionally attempt to revert to his previous attitude only when their daughter Ashley was around. Ashley was the apple of Brian's eye, and he was in turn her hero. Around her he attempted and seemed to be the lord of the house. Darlene tolerated that, she was not about to tinker with their father-daughter relationship. Doing that could make Ashley uncertain or suspicious of what was going on and that was the last thing that Darlene wanted. In fact she was able to use Brian's relationship with Ashley to her own advantage and as a way of keeping him in line. But things were easier now that she and Brian had and Greg and Abby had sent their respective daughters Ashley and Kimberly off to college, several thousand miles away, at the end of summer. Darlene had mixed feelings about Ashley's absence. She missed her daughter but with Ashley away from home attending a prestigious eastern University she could be more open about her new found sexuality and about having other men around the house.

Her fortune seemed to be turning, whatever she was doing it was working. She manipulated and molded Brian and Greg adroitly into meek followers who lavished attention on her and carried out all of her wishes. Greg had become her chief 'body slave'. She tuned to him first whenever she wanted her body venerated or serviced. She had Brian shave off her pubic hair to make Greg's access easier. At first Brian seemed to resent this and displayed occasional fits of jealousy, but as time passed, he became more passive and more accepting of his second place status. Darlene would assuage his hurt feelings by occasionally granting him back some of the sexual privileges that were once exclusively his but he had to earn those privileges and Darlene demanded a lot for granting it.

She required them -- Greg, Brian and every other member of her retinue -- to write out their wildest 'sexual' fantasies for her. She demanded that they give her the full details in lurid and graphic language. Darlene listened as each slave read his own fantasy aloud to the accompaniment of her vibrator. If she was amused or turned on by a particular fantasy she might indulge them by allowing the minion who wrote it to act it out, or more frequently, by guiding them through it. She was occasionally astonished by the kinds of things they wanted her to do to them or have them do for her. They gave her ideas for punishing and humiliating them that she never could have thought of on her own. They wanted their penises leashed and their balls tied off while she paraded them around pulling them like 'big dogs' at the end of a tight leash. They dreamt about her strapping on a huge dildo, jamming it up their assholes, and fucking their brains out. Darlene had difficulty believing how many men fantasized about her using her feet to walk on them or to masturbate them and then being required to suck her toes, lick her feet or ream her asshole. She tittered as she thought how many of them actually wanted her to squat over their faces and have her pee into their mouths and then have her order them to drink every last drop of the piss she'd just deposited there. Some were even into feces but she usually avoided that. Of course there were those who were into severe brutal whippings, melting wax, electrical shock, piercing, even branding, and the extreme bondage freaks too. She knew other dominatrixes who specialized in doing those kinds of things to submissives but they were not Darlene's cup of tea. She specialized in extreme sensual teasing, in publicly humiliating her slaves and in feminizing them.

When she first discovered Brian and Greg's bisexuality, she was repulsed by it. Now she used it to her advantage. Darlene found that it amused and even aroused her. She was amazed by the ease with which she could compel heterosexual men to jack each other off, suck each others cocks, or even to fuck one another. Some did it willingly just to please her, but she seemed to enjoy it more when the unwilling macho one's resisted before they finally succumbed to her will. Those were the one's she humiliated the most. She enjoyed watching men going at it like wild animals in heat. It was her inspiration for recruiting even more men into her inner circle and like a ring mistress in a circus making them play the games she wanted to see them play, too. Darlene even took to surreptitiously videotaping their man-to-man sexual activities, always managing to keep her own image out of the camera's field of view. She knew that the videotapes could be a future insurance policy, if she ever needed one.

As her experience with being a 'domme' and venerated by the submissive men surrounding her grew, it was no longer sufficient merely to coerce the men in her stable to engage in homosexual sex. Darlene demanded even more of them, something that would strip the last vestiges of male superiority from them. In the course of her communications with other dominant women, she discovered the "Femdom" Resources website. This was a search engine for all sorts of matters dealing with female domination of men. Soon she encountered a chat room dealing with cross dressing and 'forced' feminization . Darlene became a regular in the chat room, absorbing all the knowledge she could about techniques for turning men into 'sissy sluts'. Darlene had always been a perfectionist, now she used these perfectionistic inclinations to teach her slaves how to cross dress properly. She amused herself with it. It was no longer sufficient or for them to wear only panties, negligees, or stockings, now they were forced to wear padded bras, fake breasts, and high heels, apply make up, mascara, eye shadow and lipstick properly. They bought stylish wigs for her to peruse and approve. They even accompanied her on her shopping trips to fine boutiques and department stores where she selected and they paid for an array of gowns, mini-skirts, blouses etc., not for herself but for them. She had not yet revealed her plans but soon her minions would learn exactly what she had in mind.

She was harshest on Brian. After nearly twenty years of his sexual neglect, verbal abuse, his correcting her in front of their friends, his sarcasm, and other sundry abuses, Darlene informed her husband that he deserved to be taught a lesson -- one that he would never forget - about caring for, respecting, and loving his wife. To do that, he had to endure the kinds of humiliation that she had silently experienced for most of those years. Though Brian owned very lucrative businesses, his schedule was very flexible. He was an extremely successful entrepreneur and investor. He always hired very capable people to manage and operate his various business enterprises. This had allowed him the freedom to spend a lot of time at home while Ashley was growing up. Now their home was Darlene's domain. and also served as the locale for Mistress Darlene's 'slave and slut training school' and her 'dungeon'. She devised new ways to humble Brian daily. She bought him a 'French Maids' outfit which he was required to wear when he was around the house and performing his domestic responsibilities. He was never allowed to wear any underwear when he was dressed up this way. She frequently ordered items from stores to be delivered by UPS and he had to answer the door dressed in his maid's costume and sign for these goods when they were delivered. He had to wear women's panties that were a size too small for him at all other times even when he was at the office or away on business trips. Their delicate fabrics made crinkly noises whenever he walked. Darlene would unplug or clog up the washing machine so that Brian had to use nearby commercial launderettes to wash out his own worn 'panties'. She even forbade him from standing when he had to pee, even in public restrooms...and that was only the beginning. At first he resisted, but when Darlene threatened exposure and even divorce he relented. She had also grown to be very skillful with a whip. She used Brian's body to perfect her skills. Soon, Brian was eating out of her hands ands meekly doing her bidding.

Darlene was also amazed to learn that many of her 'slaves' were turned on by the idea of masturbating in public, especially when there were other women present to watch them pull on their meaty boy sticks. She required that her men spring erections and maintain them whenever they were alone with her or alone together with her...she titillated them . She tortured them by keeping them fully aroused and requiring them to keep their penises hard for hours at a time. She had learned how to use all the erotic skills of titillation to keep them on the brink of cumming. Then just before they reached the 'point of no return' where their autonomic nervous system took over, she required them to restrain their orgasms even then, when they thought they could no longer do so. Then she denied them that relief for even longer until she was satisfied with their performance. If she wasn't pleased with their performances she would deny them that privilege altogether, leaving them to suffer with painful cases of blue balls. By corresponding with other Mistresses on the Internet, she learned how to use a combination of devices known as cock-rings alternating their use with the use of ice to train men to prolong their erections and inhibit their ejaculations. It was agonizing for them, yet they seemed to love it and they even thanked her for it. Darlene loved the sight of naked handsome muscular men with rock hard cocks, and now she was surrounded by them.

She had only two regrets. The first was that she could not tell her best friend Abby who was amazed by Darlene's change in appearance and personality the reasons for these changes. Though Abby wasn't a prude, it would be difficult for her to comprehend or accept her friend Darlene as a dominatrix. Especially when she learned that the principal recipient of Darlene's domination was her own husband, Greg. Since the two women had openly shared details of their intimate lives for more than eighteen years, she also knew that Greg had told Abby that he wanted her to become more sexually open, playful and aggressive. She also knew that Abby had concerns about Greg's sexual appetite and worried about her own ability to satisfy it. Darlene wondered why that was so, she loved his sexual appetite, she used her body to satisfy his hunger and her own lust, and she especially loved the way he rose to the challenge and ate her.

There were also moments when she felt guilty about using Abby's husband as her boy-toy, though it didn't stop her from continuing her involvement with Greg. After all he had betrayed them both, when Darlene caught him in bed engaging in perverted sex acts with her husband. The two women, -- Darlene and Abby-- had been the closest of friends since taking 'mommy and me' classes together many years before. Now her new work responsibilities associated with her recent promotion took Abby out of town a lot, and ironically, this permitted Darlene to spend even more time alone with Greg. Still, she increasingly felt a compelling need to share her secrets with Abby and to confess how she was using her friend's husband. Darlene was even willing to share Brian with her dearest friend to appease her for using her husband's cock and mouth to pleasure herself. Once when they were alone together, Greg divulged that he wished that Abby would mistreat him the way that she did. Darlene was willing and ready to teach Abby the arts of domination only she wasn't certain how to approach the subject, let alone convince Abby that taking charge of Greg would improve what she knew to be an already good marriage.

A fortuitous phone call inspired her to devise a way of revealing her secret life to her friends. One day, while she was alone, out of the blue she had gotten a telephone call from Larry Rawlings, Pamela's ex-husband. He had called presenting her with a new career opportunity to re-enter the fast paced world of the entertainment industry. Darlene had been unceremoniously sacked from her position as Senior V. P. of a major entertainment conglomerate years before. He wanted to 'take' lunch with her to discuss the new position. Larry was a prominent Hollywood attorney. He and Darlene had formerly traveled in the same business circles. Larry was an Englishman by birth. He was a cockney of humble origins but had pulled himself up by his wit, hard work, and fast talk. She also knew him to be, like so many others in Hollywood, a sleaze ball. He was, in fact, an unscrupulous shark attorney who had a well-earned reputation of going for the jugular. He also struck her as a cad and a self-centered, uncaring prick. Pamela had attested to that even during their marriage. She had wept openly, spilling her guts out to Abby and Darlene after one particularly nasty episode. It seems that Larry didn't want any children while Pamela did. When she stopped taking birth control pills and found herself suddenly pregnant, Larry denied any responsibility. Instead, he accused her of having an adulterous affair, told her that he wouldn't support any bastard children - even though she had been absolutely faithful to him -- and he forced her to have an abortion.

Larry Rawlings was also rumored to be a satyr. In fact he took advantage of, fucked, or tried to fuck every beautiful or vulnerable woman who came his way. Though he was completely bald, he had a tall slim body, with broad shoulders and long muscular legs. His Hollywood connections, gift of gab, flashy clothes and his physique were what attracted women to him like flies. He was after all a world-class distance swimmer and a former Olympic Athlete in that sport. Larry wasn't exactly handsome, but his rugged looks were certainly appealing and more than adequate. Though Pamela had long suspected Larry's infidelity and was aware of all of the rumors about his promiscuity, she was never able to prove it. Ironically it was Larry's swimming and his affinity for Speedo's that finally led to his discovery and did him in with Pamela. The day that she caught him, Larry had telephoned her office to tell Pamela that he was going swimming, which was not unusual for him to do on warm Southern California afternoons. He still swam at least two hundred laps every day. After coming home early that afternoon and not finding him at the pool or anywhere else around the house, she took her own clothes to the laundry room where she discovered all six pairs of his Speedo's waiting to be washed. She wondered if he had gone skinny dipping at their second home in Malibu and decided that she would join him if he had. When she got to the Malibu house, she discovered him at the swimming pool. He was naked and engaging in a menage-a-trois with a couple of similarly unclad rising young Hollywood actresses neither of whom had reached the age of 21. Pamela arrived just in time to watch Larry's plentiful spunk spewing fountain -like from his enormous cock and pouring onto the laughing faces of both bimbos. It was obvious that they had been simultaneously licking his huge lollipop dick. She left in tears and promptly initiated divorce proceedings.




Darlene's Story Ch. 3



It wasn't an easy or an amicable divorce because of Larry's killer instincts as a lawyer, his meanness, his celebrity status and his sexual reputation. When the divorce was finalized, he struck a hard bargain that left Pamela with a far smaller settlement than the one that she deserved. Worse yet, Pamela found her name and the malicious false rumors that Larry had spread about her dragged through the newspapers and the tabloids. He had accused her of participating in sex orgies with her patients during group therapy sessions and hinted that she was a lesbian or at least bi-sexual. Somehow, she managed to survive an investigation by the State Licensing Board but her practice suffered for several years. Even now, nearly five years after the final divorce papers were signed, Pamela still used terms like 'son-of-a-bitch', 'mother-fucker' and 'fucking bastard', whenever her ex-husband's name came up in conversations. There was venom in her eyes as well as her speech.

The last time that she and Larry had seen each other, Darlene was at her lowest emotional point. She was bloated, red-faced with tears, and totally miserable. In his frank and almost brutal way, Larry had bluntly told her he thought she looked awful, that her obese appearance had limited her success in the business, and that if she didn't shape up she could forget about ever working in Hollywood again. He was supposed to have been her friend but he couldn't or wouldn't help her when she needed him most. She mused and wondered about how she would appear to him now and what his reaction would be when he saw her.

From their conversations she also knew that Pamela had her own voracious sexual appetite, one that bordered on nymphomania. Unlike herself, Pamela was very open about her own sexuality. During the candidness of their girl talk, Pamela had openly talked with Darlene and Abby about how many times a week she and Larry made love, and described where and how they did it. Pamela had even disclosed his cock size to them, --- Brian and Greg were well endowed, but from what Pamela had said, Larry apparently had a gargantuan sexual organ by comparison with either of them. Before the events of the last eight months and her transformation, that revelation would not have concerned Darlene. Now that one bit of information related many years ago, stuck out in her mind. The possibilities for using it to suit her own purposes intrigued her. Since Pamela was a very skillful psychotherapist, Darlene thought that she would make an appointment with her friend as an excuse for revealing herself - 'coming out' as a dominatrix. She would use the opportunity to tell her secrets to Pamela. She would also seek her help and advice on how to resolve her conflicted feelings about Abby and Greg. Maybe by putting their heads together they could devise a way to resolve her dilemma and to include Abby in on any subsequent plans. The only worry she had was about Pamela herself. Darlene had nagging doubts about Pamela's real motivations in their friendship, especially after her divorce. As sexy and beautiful as she was, after her divorce from Larry, Pamela found it difficult to develop or maintain relationships with men and sometimes even found it a struggle to get dates with them. Maybe she frightened them away with her aggressive overtures and sexual innuendoes. She was obviously extremely horny and on the prowl. More importantly, Pamela was a 'user' who took the knowledge given to her and used it to her own advantage or to position herself. Darlene did not completely trust Pamela.

Darlene's greatest cause for concern came from her knowledge that all three women apparently had the same taste in men. Darlene had personally witnessed how Pamela had stared flirtatiously at Greg in the past, and how she 'accidentally' brushed her breasts or hips up against his body when she passed by him. She had even noticed Pamela copping free feels of Greg's 'package' whenever the right opportunity presented itself such as swim or dinner parties and at other social occasions. She vividly recalled one specific incident when her friend's behavior had been brazenly seductive at a particularly inappropriate time and setting. That incident took place shortly after Abby' father had passed away, and a number of their friends were visiting Abby and Greg to pay their condolences. Pamela, looking demure and coquettish, picked up a wooden object that had a distinctively phallic appearance, and when she knew that Greg was looking she brought it near to her face and began licking her lips salaciously. Abby hadn't seen it - but Darlene had. Pamela had even 'molested' Brian, pressing her hand against his crotch and squeezing, on at least one occasion that Darlene was aware of. Looking back on it, Darlene wondered whether Brian had taken the bait and had cheated on her with Pamela. Although she knew Pamela to be the consummate cock tease, she also had a hunch that when Pamela learned the facts of Darlene's new existence and of Greg's role in it, she might allow her predatory sexual instincts to prevail and consider Greg to be fair game for herself. That would be bad news for Pamela, Abby, and Darlene and a severe, if a not fatal blow to their friendship. How could Darlene minimize that risk? Maybe if included Larry in her equation it would be easier to trust Pamela, and perhaps Pamela would be satisfied with exacting her own revenge on her unfaithful ex-husband. Darlene didn't particularly like Larry either, so the choice was an easy one. She was certainly more than willing to help Pamela plot and carry out her revenge, but to play it safe she had one of her 'slave boys', whom Pamela did not know, place the call to make the appointment for her. She told him to use her middle and maiden names so that Pamela would be caught off guard when Darlene showed up for the appointment. She wanted to take these extra precautions before revealing her plans to Pamela. Pamela was her friend but she was also a potential rival for Greg's affections.

Darlene's reasons for wanting to involve her friends were even more complex than they first appeared. Obviously, she wanted them understand the reasons for the sudden positive changes in her life. She also wanted to show them that they didn't ever have to accept any kind of 'crappy' treatment from men, and that in fact, that women were superior to men in every way. She had become more convinced of this everyday while observing how men's sexual energies sapped and drained to almost nothing after one or two orgasms, three at the most and that was only for extraordinarily virile men. Darlene herself recently experienced fifteen separate orgasms during a single afternoon using her retinue's tongues, or cocks in sequential rounds to satisfy herself. Funny she thought, she had more orgasms in one afternoon, than she could remember having in all her years of being made love to by Brian.

It seemed ironic, once she had to be content just laying there with her thighs wide-open whilst Brian mounted and entered her, pumped away for a few minutes, squirted and deposited his abundant load into her womb, and then pulled out, leaving her no where close to her own orgasm. Now he had to earn the right to ejaculate, even once a month. Yes, Darlene's mastery over her husband had reached a point where she even required Brian to earn the privilege of experiencing his infrequent ejaculations. She worked on a point system and posted Brian's current total on a bulletin board daily. She controlled the time, place and the circumstances under which he was allowed the privilege and she could withdraw that privilege or prevent him from cumming anytime she wanted, for the least offense or error. Then he would have to wait another full month before she allowed him to come. What was even more ignominious for Brian was that she forced him to 'eat' his own cum. He had to lap it up or lick off from wherever she ordered him to deposit it. It was extremely humiliating and agonizing for Brian to be in a constant state of sexual arousal, yet not to being allowed the pleasure of release until and unless Darlene granted him the privilege of cumming. Sometimes she actually caught herself feeling sorry for him-but after a few moments those brief feelings of compassion disappeared.

Darlene also had planted the seed of an idea about putting on a demonstration of how women could exert their power over men in a more public forum, but she would need her friends' involvement and cooperation to put her plan into action. Darlene had always had a flair for the dramatic and the flamboyant and what she had in mind would certainly be both of those things. What she began to formulate in her mind made her nipples hard and tingly, sent thrills up her pussy and made it dripping wet. How she wished that either Greg or Brian was here now to satisfy her tickle -- but this was one of the rare times when one or the other of them wasn't around. In fact, Darlene was completely alone. She would have to satisfy it by herself the old fashioned way that she had become accustomed to for more than ten years.

Darlene's hands began to open the drawer in the night-stand where she kept her old reliable vibrator. A quizzical look came over her and she pulled her hand away quickly from the drawer handle, and reached instead for the telephone. As she pushed the speed dial number and heard the phone ringing on the other hand, she speculated whether she just might get lucky. A familiar male voice answered the telephone at the other end. Darlene asked him a few simple questions and getting the answers that she wanted to hear, she beamed a smile that lit up her gorgeous face. With one simple imperative sentence she was able to set in motion the actions that would occupy the rest of her afternoon. Fifteen minutes later, Darlene found herself straddling the shoulders of the muscular man below. His lips were sealed tightly against the pronounced labia protecting the entrance to her pussy. His skillful tongue probed deep inside the wet cavernous hole. Darlene's thighs and pubic area glistened like a moist basted turkey, lathered by the intermingling of his saliva and her own internal juices. She was mewling, moaning and sighing audibly as his tongue brushed and teased all of her sensitive places. She affectionately referred to him as her 'best cunt lapper.' Darlene's skin temperature rose perceptibly, her skin flushed, her nipples were as hard as pencil points and she was beginning to perspire. Her huge tits jiggled rhythmically responding to the oral massage going on below She held a cat-o-nine tails in her left hand and from time to time she skillfully flicked the moistened leather tendrils against his prone thighs and his exposed balls urging him to accelerate his tonguing. He winced from their stinging bite but never wavered from using his attentive lips and tongue to worship her hot twat.

Down below, Greg was in pussy heaven. He was so involved with and intent upon pleasing his Mistress that he was almost oblivious to the painful stinging sensations brought on by her expert whipping. He loved how Darlene's cunt tasted. He could eat it for hours at a time non-stop, for as long as she would allow it. The scents and flavor were very different from Abby's but variety was, after all, the spice of life. Soon his cheeks were streaked with a coating of her wet pussy cum. Greg's prick was rock hard and wig-wagging helplessly like a mast in a high wind. He would have played with it had he been able, but Darlene had strapped his arms out to the side anchoring them in place. They were attached to the headboard with long chains that were shackled by handcuffs to each of his wrists. Greg's eyes were fixed on Darlene's mountainous and tempting bosoms. They reminded him of two very large flesh colored honey dew melons or balloons bouncing around on an unstable surface. He hoped that he would please her enough to be permitted to suck and taste her gorgeous titties. Greg lived for that. He was helpless. Still he was smiling inside and out.

Darlene was smiling too. This was going to be a very enjoyable afternoon, she thought. She intended to make it much more pleasurable for herself at the very least...and these days Darlene always got what she wanted.