40 comments/ 124287 views/ 21 favorites Acapulco Anniversary By: murphy621 Twenty five years; it's hard to believe that we will have been married 25 years come next Valentines Day. Lynne and I married a year after I graduated from State University with my MBA and she from college. The years have been good to us; we have prospered and have two children, both finished with college and making their own way in the world. Life could not have been better. Even our sex life which had slowed a bit in the middle years had improved since we took up some role playing with Lynne being the submissive partner to my dominant control. Lynne is still a lovely woman, only a few pounds heavier than when we married and they seem to have settled in her breasts and hips making for a wonderful hourglass figure. I have kept myself in good shape also with my running and gym workouts. We live in Minnesota and I don't have to tell you what the winters are like, so celebrating our anniversary there on Valentines Day did not seem too appealing. I went to a travel agency and after some discussion decided to take Lynne to Acapulco for two weeks. There, the weather in February is almost guaranteed to be beautiful. She squealed in delight when I told her of my plans and immediately went out and spent close to a thousand dollars on beach wear and tropical clothes. I, of course, was looking forward the deep sea fishing which didn't interest her in the least. We checked in at our resort and were taken by golf cart to our villa, which was beautiful. It had a little pool in the very private back patio and a wonderful view of the bay. Two chaises, that reclined flat, and a mini bar stocked to the hilt. All this, with a pink golf cart that we could use to get to the main house, and jeeps available to use when we went to town. It was heavenly and Lynne was suitably impressed. "Bob, this place is so beautiful. Thank you for making this anniversary so very special." "Is that the way to thank your Master for something so special?" That was her cue to fall into her submissive role which she now did instinctively. "No Robert, you are right, this celebration calls for a special thank you." When she was in slave mode I was no longer Bob, I was Robert or Sir. She dropped to her knees, opened my belt and pants and proceeded to get me as hard as a rock. "I want you nude, slave." "Yes Sir, as you wish," and soon she was standing there in all her naked glory. Her breasts were not very large and just starting to droop but her ass was still firm and just a bit large for her slender frame. But I loved her more than ever and she was beauty personified for me. I was never so much in love. I shed my clothes and opened my arms to her and we sank onto one of the chaises and made love. Noisy, enthusiastic, passionate love, and ever so satisfying. We cuddled for a bit and exchanged declarations of our love and how happy we were with each other when I suddenly realized that I smelled cigar smoke. Then I heard a chair scrape from behind the hedge separating our patio from the one next to us. We looked at each other and Lynne giggled and ran inside with me following. "My god," she said, "I wonder if they heard us." "If they were out there when we were doing it they must have heard." "I am so embarrassed, how could I ever face them." "Don't worry. They don't know who we are or what we look like and this place is so big we will probably never see them." By the time we unpacked and settled in it was time for dinner so we took our cart and headed over to the main house and dining room. It was a lovely place, open to the air and very balmy, so different from Minnesota. Soft music played, the food was delightful and we even danced a bit. By the time we got back to our villa the romance of the place had gotten to us and we made love again but this time in our bed. I took longer with our foreplay and Lynne who was always a noisy lover was even louder than before. We never closed the sliding door to our patio and the whole neighborhood must have heard our coupling. All in all, our anniversary was off to a great start. Our first day was devoted to exploring the resort and the town. Attached to the main house was a large pool and spa and two lovely restaurants, one very informal for breakfast and for those guests in beach wear and the other for more formal lunches and dinner. There was also a bar poolside and a big one attached to the dinning rooms. We roamed the town and had lunch there and then shopped in the outdoor bazaar where Lynne tried to out bargain the local merchants. We knew we couldn't but we had fun anyway. We got back to our to the resort at about five, stopped in at the bar and had Pina Coladas before returning to our villa, each of us feeling a little buzz from the drinks. Lynne walked out on the terrace and twirled around and said, "I had a wonderful time today darling, thank you again for this anniversary trip." "Is that the way you thank your Master?" She immediately slipped into her slave mode. "No Sir, of course not." Again she fell to her knees and took out my cock and proceeded to suck it. I looked down at her and she was so beautiful. She looked up at me and smiled even with her mouthful. I was so happy we had come here. I pulled my cock from her mouth and she made gave me a disappointed look. "I want you to undress me and then yourself and then I want you to make love to me with your body." Her grin almost split her face in two. She started with my shirt and as she lifted it off my torso her lips played over my chest paying particular attention to my nipples. After sucking on them and then on down to my belly off came my pants and my cock got a repeat performance. Again I would not let her make me cum. She knelt down as I sat on the chaise and removed my shoes and socks, sucking on my toes as she did so. Then she started to undress and she gave me a strip tease that would have made Gypsy Rose Lee jealous. My god, she was hot. She pushed me onto my back and started at my toes, kissing and licking and sucking, all the way up my body just avoiding my penis which was a steel rod at this point. When she got to my face the kisses were passionate and her tongue almost went down my throat. When I could talk I asked, "Who do you belong to?" "I belong to you Robert>" "Your heart, your soul, your body and mind?" "Yes Robert, all of that and all my love too." "I love you with all my heart too." She lifted herself up and lowered her pussy onto my cock. I watched her face as she took me in and I could see my love reflected in her face. Her movement, as she rocked on me, was slow and deliberant, taking as long as possible before she came and then she was loud and I shouted as I came also. She collapsed on my chest her face buried in my neck and I could feel her heart beating against me. "You are my Master and I love you so much." "And I love only my slave." After about fifteen minutes or so I gave her a swat on her ass and said, "It's time to shower and get ready for dinner." She giggled and said, "Spoilsport, I was having such a nice dream, why did you have to wake me up?" "Go on get in the shower and I'll join you in a minute." "OK Bob don't be long." Slave mode was all gone. As I walked off the patio I again smelled cigar smoke and I wondered, did our neighbor overhear our conversation? We dined again, just the two of us, drank a bottle of wine and danced between courses. It had been a full and incredibly romantic day but we were both tired when we got back to the villa so it was just a noisy quickie before bed time. I had arranged to go fishing for marlin the next day so we went to sleep early because I had to get up early I left before Lynne was up and didn't get back until after five. She was not in the villa but then I saw a note on our bed. It said, "I met our next door neighbor at breakfast, come and join us for a drink." I went next door and the door was open so I walked right in. There was Lynne in the skimpiest of bikinis, lolling on a chaise with a drink in her hand. She saw me and got up to greet me. "Hello Robert, I'm so glad you got back in time to join us." Her arms went around my neck and she gave me a big kiss as she rubbed herself on my body. My cock couldn't help but respond. "Robert, this is Steven. We met at breakfast and he has been entertaining me all day." "Call me Steve; it's a pleasure to meet you Bob. How about joining us in a Margarita, I make them special and I am sure you will like it." He put one in my hand and as I sipped it listening to her chatter and I suddenly realized that she had called me Robert, instead of Bob and she called him Steven instead of Steve. He drew me into the conversation by asking how the fishing went and I told him I didn't catch anything except a sunburn. We learned a little bit about each other, I had another Margarita and it was soon approaching six o'clock. He turned to Lynne and said, "I made dinner reservations for the three of us at eight, why don't you go to your villa and take long bath. Come back here at 7:45 and we will go to dinner from here." "Yes Steven." and she got up and left. I said to him, "What the hell, you made a suggestion and she took it as a command. What happened here today?" "I will explain it all to you now. I couldn't help but overhear the two of you for the last two evenings when you made love on the patio. It was very erotic and it made me want to possess her. She is not only a wonderfully sensual creature but she is beautiful and a natural submissive. I am going to enjoy using her." "Thanks for the compliment but I have no intention of letting you take her." "I don't intend to take her, you are going to give her to me whenever I want her." "You are crazy if you think that will ever happen. " "Bob, don't you feel your eyelids getting heavy. I put a hypnotic drug in your drink and you can't fight it. Just relax and listen to my voice, just as Lynne did this morning. She tried but she couldn't fight it either. That's it, let your eyes close and concentrate on my instructions. Your wife is completely under my control now and I spent the day conditioning her. You opened that door with your little game of domination but you never realized how completely she was into it and now my friend, you are going to join her and be my slave just as she is. Any time I address you as Robert you will go into your slave mode and you will call me Steven and any time I call you Bob you will return to you normal behavior. When I call you Bobby you will agree to everything I suggest. Do you understand that Robert?" "Yes Steven I understand." "Your relationship with your wife will not change with the exception that when I want her you will freely give her to me. I will return her to you unharmed however if I choose to mark her as mine you will accept it as a sign of my possession. You want to accept my conditions, don't you?" "Yes Steven I accept your conditions." "Good Bob, why don't you go back and shower and get ready for dinner. Come back here with Lynne when you are ready at 7:45. I got up, thinking what a nice guy he is and how good his Margaritas were. As I was getting into the shower I asked Lynne how her day went. She told me that when she went in for breakfast she was sitting alone when Steven asked if he could join her since he alone also. He said that he was in the neighboring villa just wanted some company. Well it turned out that he was very good company and the morning passed quickly and before she knew it, it was time for lunch. He talked her into having a Margarita with lunch and the next thing she remembers she was on his patio having another when I walked in. She really didn't know how the day passed so quickly. We dressed and returned to Steve's villa at 7:45 ready to go to dinner. He took one look at Lynne and said, "I don't like that that dress. A black cocktail dress is much too formal for this resort. "Don't you have something with a halter top?" "Yes Steven." "Then go put it on and no bra." "Yes Steven." I couldn't believe my ears. I would never dare to tell her what to wear or go without a bra and she accepted it just like that. "Don't you think that was a good suggestion Bobby?" Suddenly it did seem like a good idea. "Yes, you absolutely right, she was dressed incorrectly." Lynne came back wearing a white halter top with wide legged print slacks. The way her breasts swayed as she walked she looked like a sex goddess. She said, "Does this meet with your approval Steven?" "Absolutely my dear, you look gorgeous." "What about you Bobby, don't you think this is a better look for her?" "You couldn't be more right Steve." I had to admit that she was a knockout in that outfit and so sexy too. But I also noticed that as Bobby I was beginning to agree with his ideas all the time. We got to the restaurant at eight and again it was a lovely romantic atmosphere. Lynne flirted outrageously with both of us. I have to admit she had me hard most of the night. The music was mostly Latin. Rumbas, salsas. mambos, and congas and she danced them all, either with me or Steve and she had every ones attention. The way her ass was moving and breasts were shaking inside of that halter, it must have given every man in the place a hard on. She wasn't sluttish or outrageous, just having a boisterous good time and it infected the whole place. When we had a slow dance she molded herself to me and told me again that this was the best vacation we ever had and it was a wonderful way to start the next 25 years of our marriage. We finished dinner and the three of us got in our cart to go back to our villas. Then Steve suggested that we stop at his to have a night cap. Again, of course, we agreed with his suggestion and when we got there he brought out a pitcher of his special Margaritas. As we sat sipping our drinks he said to me, "Bobby, I think you should sit in that chair and not move a muscle until I tell you to get up." "Lynne, I want you to stand in front of your husband, facing him," she did as told. "He is your husband and your Master, is he not?" "Yes, Steven he is my Master and I always obey him." "But when I am present who will you obey?" "Oh Steven, you know I am your slave also and that I will always obey you before him." He moved behind her and his hands slipped inside of the halter from each side. I saw her eyes close and her head lean back against his shoulder as he twisted her nipples. Her hips started to move and her ass rubbed against his stiffening cock. She was surrendering her body to him. I was about to object when he said, "Bobby, don't you think I deserve to use her for my pleasure?" I struggled before I answered, "Sure Steve, she is a beautiful sexy woman and you do deserve her." "Thanks Bobby, I'd like you watch while I do just that." He undid the button behind her neck and the halter fell from her breasts. I watched with tears streaming down my face as she turned and offered her tits up for him to suck. He unbuttoned her slacks and they fell to the floor with her panties and he turned her naked body back to face me. "Open your husband's pants and take out his cock," she complied. "Pleasure him with your mouth but did not let him cum." She kissed me on my mouth and murmured, "I love you so much," and then kissed her way down my body until she reached my cock. She licked it and teased it but never sucked it and it became a flag pole. She was bent at the waist, making mewling noises when he, naked now, moved behind her and slid his cock into her. His eyes were on mine and I could see, in his eyes, the superiority he had over me while he could see the pain in my eyes while he fucked her. She was always vocal and was more so now. "Steven I love when you fuck me. You are my lover and my Master. Fill me. Fuck me. Use me for your pleasure. " He slow fucked her from behind and then he said, "Make him cum." She took me in deep, into her throat I think, which she had never done before, and I came. She came with me and so did he. She swallowed every drop and licked me clean then turned to him and cleaned him also. She was his whore and I still loved her. I watched for several hours, unable to move, while he used her in every way imaginable. Tit fucked, cunt fucked, ass fucked, mouth fucked. I don't know if he came every time but she seemed to love it and she came more times than I could count. I never knew a woman could be so insatiable. Finally at about three in the morning he said to me, "Get up Bobby and take her back to your villa. Clean her up and bring her back to me after lunch tomorrow. You and I have to have a talk." I took her back; she could hardly walk, cleaned her up as best I could and put her to bed. I lay next to her unable to sleep not knowing how to end this nightmare. She woke at noon none the worse for wear, cheerful as could be, and after showering and luncheon; I brought her back to Steve. He was naked on his chaise. "Why don't you strip Bobby and sit on the other chaise and I am going to tell you how it is going to be. Lynne, honey, get naked and lie down here between my legs with your head on my thigh. Don't suck me, just kiss my cock and make love to it, don't make me cum. " She stripped, laid down and with her hands and lips brought him to full erection in no time and he started to talk to me as if she wasn't there. "She will be like this for you any time that you want and to the world she will be the lady she always was before you got here. It is my present to you for the use I have had of her yesterday and last night and for the next two days and nights until I leave. She is a remarkable woman, one of the best I ever had and you are a lucky man. She is so good that I don't think I will be able to give her up for good. I live in Chicago; it's not too far from your home, so from time to time I will summon her, and perhaps you, to visit. I expect you to accommodate my requests." My eyes never left my wife. She was like a puppy with a bone, only this was his boner. She was licking it, kissing it and fondling it. "Of course Steve, you know I will always be willing to share her with you to thank you for your present." "Lynne baby, that's enough for me now go over to Bobby and do the same for him." She moved between my legs and with him watching proceeded to give me the same treatment she had given to him while our conversation continued over her head. "I'm a hypno-therapist, I make my living helping people stop smoking, stop drinking, stop gambling, and even nymphomaniacs stop enjoying sex. In this case I just put my talents in reverse and you see the outcome with Lynne. I spent the whole day, while you were fishing, conditioning her and the results were better than I had expected. I worked on her from breakfast until you walked into my villa and she doesn't remember a bit of it and when I am finished with you, neither will you. I don't do it often but after hearing you two for two evening I couldn't resist and now I am glad I didn't, because she turned out to be something special. In a way, you are too and as I see it, a bit of a challenge. You are still trying to resist me and I want you to give yourself to me, physically and mentally, just as she has." Up until he said that my mind was only half hearing his words, my concentration was on Lynne and what she was doing to my cock. She had me so hard and the soft sounds she was making as she tongued me made it one on the most erotic experiences of my life. What was he saying; I was to give myself to him, just as she has? What did that mean? "Lynne, stop what you are doing and come over here to sit by me, I want to ask you some questions." She moved to his chaise and sat next to him. "Face your husband I want him to watch you when you answer me. Do you like being a slave to me and to him?" "Oh yes, I was so happy when you told me that I could serve you both." "Wouldn't you like him to be as happy as you are?" Acapulco Anniversary "Of course I would. I love him very much." "Wouldn't you like it if he could be as happy serving me as you do?" "Yes but could he? He is a man." "Well he has a mouth and an ass." "Oh, oh yes, I see what you mean." "Would you be happy to see me use him this way?" "Yes, yes of course. I want him to be as happy as I am." I watched her face as it ran the gamut, from perplexed to happy. He had her believing that his rape of me would make me happy too. "Robert, don't you think Bobby would like to suck my cock?" "Steven, I think he would love it." "Bobby, why don't you come over here and let Lynne instruct you in the art of cock sucking." I got up and crossed the short distance between us and Lynne took me by the hand and led me to kneel between his legs. "Oh Bobby, you are so lucky to have Steven let you do this. Let me show you what to do. Hold him like this. That's it, now stroke it slowly. Yes, that's it now kiss it and then run your tongue around the tip. Oh you are so good at this. I am so proud of you. Now take the head into your mouth and suck on it slowly. Good boy, you have him so hard now. Relax your throat. This is the tough part. Now sink down on it. Yes, you have it, take it all the way. I can see it in your throat. Good for you. Now move your head up and down just a little. Good, Good. Now caress his balls. A little faster now make him cum. Yessssssssssss. Swallow it all. Oh Bobby, I love you and I am so proud of you." Damn it, she made me proud of myself. When I stood up after servicing Steve she came and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her tongue invaded my mouth and she rubbed herself onto my still hard cock. "Honey I love you so much for what you are doing for Steven. This is the best anniversary we ever had. I can taste him in your mouth I know you must be happy too." Strangely enough I was happy, happy that she was and happy that Steve was also. He said, "Lynne sweetheart, why don't you go in and bring out some Margaritas for you and Bobby." As she left he motioned to me to sit beside him. "You liked sucking me off, didn't you?" "Of course I did Steve; I knew you wanted me to do that." I'm glad you liked because you are going to want to do that every time you see me naked. Don't even wait to be asked, just drop to your knees in front of me and go to work. "You are now going to be my fluffer. You know what that is don't you?" "I think so. You want me to get you hard for Lynne." "Good boy, now get to work, here she comes now." Lynne came in with two Margaritas and saw me with my mouth on his cock. She made a little pout and said as she handed me my drink, "Why are you starting without me?" We both took a big gulp of our drinks and all I remember about the afternoon was seeing her straddle him and sink down on his cock. I think I sucked him into an erection 3 or 4 times but I am not sure. The next thing I do remember is his saying it was time for us to go back to our villa and get cleaned up for dinner. As we walked in Lynne was all giggly and happy, "I had such a marvelous time this afternoon. I want to thank you for keeping Steven so hard for me. He said he couldn't have done it with out you." "I am glad to have been some help, I think." She giggled again and said, "You have to help some more." "How can I do that?" "Steven says I have to give you a cream pie and a mud pie." "I know what a cream pie is but what's a mud pie?" she giggled harder. "Silly, you have to lick my ass clean." So I went down on her, licking and sucking his cum out of her. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be and she was ecstatic and even more vocal. "Bobby, Bobby, yes right there. Tongue in deeper. Suck it all out. On my clit now. Oooooooohhh yes. Now my ass. Yes, tongue in deep. You are so good to me." Then she came on my face. She actually squirted and I drank that also. We were both sluts now. "Bobby, you are so lucky, Steven told me he was going to fuck your ass too. I can't tell you how good it felt when he did me. You are going to love it." I said, "Right now I want to fuck you. I have been a party to sex all day but I haven't cum once." So I took her, once on the bed and again in the shower and then we were still ready to pick Steve up in time for dinner. She was boisterous again, just having a good time and I think her mood was infectious because every one joined in when she got up to dance. It was so unlike her usual behavior that I was surprised but happy to see how she enjoyed herself. After dinner we returned to Steve's villa for the usual Margaritas and he informed us that he was leaving the day after tomorrow. Lynne was devastated. "Noooooooo. You can't go and leave me here. I am having too good a time." "But I have to go, but don't worry when you get back to Minnesota we will get together." "Do you promise?" "Of course I do, you both belong to me now. Bobby, why don't you go to your villa and go to bed. I think I would like to sleep next to Lynne tonight. Come back in the morning and have breakfast with us at nine o'clock." I said my good night and left. I knew it wasn't right but I could not help myself. I had to do what he told me to do. I returned in the morning as instructed and walked on to the patio to join them. They were both nude and she looked radiant. As I walked over to kneel in front of him she rushed over to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss, "Thank you for letting me stay the night with Steven. I had such a good time." Like I had any choice. "Steven told me he is going to take your ass this morning and then you will be his cock slave just like I am. I am so happy for you. He is going to let me help you enjoy it." "She is right Robert; you are going to enjoy it. Why don't you bring us some Margaritas darling? As she left he told me, "This is your final submission to me. With this act your body will belong to me just as your mind does. You tried to resist me but it was futile and your wife will give you to me. Ah, here she is now. Drink your margarita, strip, and she will prepare you. "That's right Bobby, all naked. Ohhhhh look, you are even getting hard. I am going to lube you up now. Feel my finger entering your ass. You have a cute behind, I never really noticed before. Yes, baby relax. Two fingers now. Doesn't it feel good when I go in and out. More lube and three fingers. Relax. Ohh, I see you are getting harder. Suck on Steven's cock now make him hard for you. Yes, that's it. What a good boy you are. Now let him go. He is behind you now. Feel the gentle pressure. Relax. Yes, you can feel him entering you now. Press back against him; take him in deep. Oh my you are so hard now I can see your cock starting to jerk. When you feel him cum you do it too and I will catch it in my mouth." I couldn't help myself. With her cheering me on when he hit my prostate I exploded and she sucked me dry. I was crying and I didn't know if it was from shame or delight. I was happy that I pleased my wife and my Master but now I was a cock loving slut. He pulled out and she was kissing me and complimenting me and I was grinning as the tears rolled from my eyes. He told me to clean him up and I did, with my mouth, shit and all. I knew it then that I belonged to him and so did my wife. Our lives would never be the same. Lynne and I spent the day worshipping him. Accepting every suggestion he made and she spent the night with him again. She was no longer Lynne to him but rather darling, or sweetheart, or lover or what ever endearment he wanted to call her. I was Bobby or slave. He left in the morning and she became the Lynne I always knew and loved, quiet, demure, dignified and self assured. At least for a while. Dinners were quiet affairs, no more boisterous exuberance, no more wild dancing, and no more infectious fun. We made love every day and she was every thing I wanted my slave to be except there wasn't the fire there that she showed with him. Two days before we left she started getting antsy. "Do you think he will call us when we get back? Will we ever see him again? I miss him so much." "Yes, he promised he would call so we will just wait and see." I knew she loved me but I could see that she worshipped him and some how that didn't bother me. It should have but it didn't. I wanted to fight his hold on me and especially on her but I did not have the ability. He was the alpha male and I was his subordinate. So we went back to Minnesota, to the cold and dreary winter and Lynne drifted into a mild depression that deepened as the weeks progressed. "Bobby why doesn't he call? It's been so long. I miss him so much." It was as if I wasn't her husband and yet it never affected her other behavior. She was still a happy lady to the world and sexual slave to me but just, perhaps, not as enthusiastic. And then it came, in the middle of the fourth week we were home. The phone rang at about nine in the evening and she answered it. I knew who it was even though she was in the other room. "Steven, my darling, yes it is so good to hear from you. I thought you forgot about me. Oh, I am so excited and happy to hear your voice. What? You want us to come and see you. Of course we will come. Wild horses couldn't keep us away. The whole weekend? Yes, that would be wonderful. Yes, I am sure Bobby will love it too. Be there by 6pm on Friday? What clothes will I need? Oh, (giggle), you are too much. We will see you then. Kissssssssssss." She came dancing back into the room and threw herself into my arms. She was laughing as she said, "Steven wants us Friday at six at his apartment in Chicago and he says we don't have to bring any clothes. I thought I was going to die before I saw him again. She was kissing me all over my face and practically ripping the clothes off of me. The exuberant Lynne was back. She was a bitch in heat and I was her only outlet. She went down on my cock and practically devoured it and had me hard in no time then she mounted me cowgirl and brought us both off in record time. Now, ordinarily, I take the lead in our love making but now she was the driving force. It was like she was warming up for the main event. Her cunt felt like she was deep throating me and after I came she rolled off of me and got on her hands and knees and said, "Fuck me in my ass and do it hard and fast." Before Acapulco she had never had her ass fucked, but then again neither had I, and now she was asking for it. For a while I had enjoyed what he had turned her into but now I was beginning to resent it. It finally dawned on me that I might be loosing her. I lubed up her anus and my cock and I surprised with how easily I slid into her and it was a wonderful tight feeling. She was ecstatic. "Bobby, that feels so good. Aren't you glad Steven taught me how to please him like this? That's right push it in deeper. Fill your slave. Oh god, I love you Bobby. Slow fuck me. Reach under me and rub my clittie. So close. I am going to explode." She screamed as she came and then she collapsed with me on top and still inside her ass. We lay there for several minutes, I was kissing her neck and cheek and I heard her murmur, "Thank you Steven for making me into your slave." Now I was getting pissed. I had just made love to her and she was thanking him, even when he wasn't here. I was waking up to the fact that her infatuation with him was much deeper than I had realized. We got to Steve's apartment on the Lake in Chicago at the appointed time. We were greeted at the door by a lovely woman who appeared to be in her early thirties wearing only an apron. "You must be Bobby and Lynne. Please, come right in, follow me please." She turned and walked towards the living room and we followed the sweetest ass wiggle I had ever seen, she led us into the living room. Lynne laughingly punched my arm when she saw the watching that ass. "Please sit and enjoy your Margaritas and I will tell Steven you are here." We both drank and Lynne said, "I really missed these Margaritas, I always feel so good when I drink one." Just as we finished them Steve walked in to the room followed by the woman. They were both naked. Lynne screamed for joy when she saw him and ran to his embrace. She was kissing and hugging him when he pushed her away and simply said, "Strip, both of you. You won't need your clothes for the rest of the weekend." After we stripped he turned and looked at me and I knew what he expected and I kneeled and took his cock in my mouth and I got him hard. "Lynne, do you see how your husband prepares me to fuck you." "Yes I think he is the best husband a woman could have. That's why I love him." "But don't you love me a lot more?" "Of course I do. I love him but I adore you." "Then come over here and do what you came here for." She moved into his arms and molded her body to his as she kissed him with a passion I could hardly remember. As I saw her straddle him and mount his cock and start to fuck him the woman tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Come with me." I followed that delicious backside into a bedroom and she said, "My name is Maria and I am your's to use for the weekend." "But don't you belong to Steven." "Yes, I do and that is exactly what he wants me to do. I am his whore and he wants me to keep you happy." She gently pushed me onto my back on the bed and started sucking on my cock. This was a beautiful woman, different from Lynne. While Lynne was of Nordic stock, blonde, tall and willowy, Maria was Mediterranean. Dark hair, dark sloe eyes and olive skin with a very sultry look about her. Shorter, a bit more curvy, with bigger tits and ass and just as big a sexual appetite as the new Lynne. She kept me busy all night and the next day until Saturday dinner. I don't know who prepared the dinner or cleaned up afterwards but Lynne served dinner to Steve and Maria served me. We ate like kings and the women offered themselves for dessert. Steve then told Maria to take Lynne to the bedroom and prepare her and he and I retired to the den. He had a brandy and I had a Margarita and as we smoked cigars he told me, "Your wife is a remarkable woman," "I know that. That's why I love her." "I think I might want to keep her around for a while.' "You know that whatever you want is OK with me." "Good, now let's go and see what the girls are up to." We walked in to the bedroom and there were the two of them entwined in a passionate kiss. Their hands were in each others cunts and I saw Lynne cum. She was noisy as usual. Maria turned and went down on her and started licking the juices comes out. "Oh, Maria, keep doing that. It feels so good. Yes, just a bit higher .Oh, right there,. Yes, yes. " Then she came and screamed again. I have never known her to be with a woman before this but she sure loved what was happening to her. Maria swung around and they started a 69. Lynne said, "What do I do?" "Do to me just what I am doing to you," and they both went at each other." After about 15 minutes and several orgasms they rolled over with Lynne on top and went for a repeat. They kept it up for almost an hour when both were exhausted. I lost count of the climaxes. Steve took Lynne to bed and Maria came with me. I asked, "Too tired for a nightcap?" "I'm so tired, I think I came a hundred times today but I will do what ever you want." "Ok, just give me a blow job. Watching you girls gave me a raging hard on and I don't want blue balls. "You are really a nice guy Bobby, you don't deserve what's going to happen." Her mouth enveloped my cock and I lost the thought as she brought me to my climax. We then fell asleep spooned with her ass against my cock and my hand on her tit. The next morning, Sunday, we were to leave after lunch, Steve took Lynne aside shortly before we ate and I saw him talking to her in the living room. She was nodding her head agreeing with what he told her. I asked Maria what was going on and what she meant by her last remark last night. "He is telling her what she has to do when you get home. I saw him do that with the woman he had before me. I don't have time to tell you about what I meant last night, here they come now." Lynne came over to us and said, "It's time for us to go home now if you can tear yourself away from your little friend." "Lynne that remark doesn't become you and it is no way to talk to your Master." She looked at me with contempt in her eyes and said, "That was a game we played. Now I have a real Master." I looked at Steve and he had the same look in his eyes. Our trip home was very quiet and things were very cool between us. Finally, after several days I said, "What's wrong Lynne, why are you so distant? We have been home for three days and I haven't even had a kiss from you. I love you and I want to make love to you." "I saw you fucking that Maria when we were at Steve's. How could you do that to me." "Well you were fucking Steve, why is that different." "Because I belong to Steven, she is just a tramp that services him when I am not there." Naturally I didn't see the logic in that and we had an argument and didn't talk for two days. Finally, I said, "Lynne, I don't like it when it like this between us, we never stayed angry for so long. I want to make love to you. " "I don't like it either, call up Steven and ask for permission." "What, I have to ask another man if I can make love to you? I'll be damned if I will. You're my wife." Needless to say I refused to make that call and things remained frosty around the house over the weekend. I came home from work on Tuesday evening to find her packing. "What are you packing for? Where are you going?" "Steven called and he wants me in Chicago tomorrow and to stay for the rest of the week." "I can't leave work this week and sit around in Chicago." "You're not going, he wants only me. You have to get me to the airport for an early flight." "I don't want you to go, wait until the weekend and I will go with you." Then she screamed at me, she actually screamed. "Don't you get it, you cock sucking, wimpy fagot; he only wants me there." She could not have hurt me any more if she had plunged a knife into my heart. I knew that things would never be the same between us again. Just then the phone rang and it was Steve. "Hello Bobby, don't you think it would be a good idea if Lynne came to visit me for the rest of the week. I'll send her back to you on Sunday evening" Son of a bitch, I knew I didn't want to say it but I did, "Sure Steve, that's great, I know she will enjoy your company and you will enjoy yourself with her." He had told me that I would give her to him and I just did. He had turned me into a wimpy cuckold and her into his personal slut and she had no love or respect for me anymore. I took her to her flight in the morning and there was no conversation until just as she got out of the car. She handed me a slip of paper and said, "This in my return flight and the arrival time, make sure you are there on time. I don't want to have to struggle with my suitcases." So now I was reduced to being her porter. I should have been sad to see her off but she had been such a bitch since we got back from Chicago that it was a relief to see her go. And go she did, without a hug or a kiss or even a wave goodbye. I was her chauffer. I never got a phone call or even an email while she was gone but Sunday evening I was at the gate when the plane arrived. I watched the gate as the people disembarked and then I saw her. No, not Lynne, it was Maria. She looked at me sadly, "She is not coming back to you Bobby." "I guessed that was going to happen, I was just hoping it wouldn't, even though she was impossible to live with lately. But why are you here, are you my consolation prize?" "Oh god no, he had no use for me now that he has her and I have no place to go. So I took her return ticket just to get away from Chicago." "No place to go, what about your family?" Acapulco Anniversary "I can't go back to them." "Why not? Don't they still love you?" "That's a long story, Bobby and I don't want to tell it standing here in the airport." "Call me Bob or Robert, but don't call me Bobby, that's the cocksucker name he gave me. Where are you staying tonight?" "Right here in airport I guess. I don't even have bus fare to get out of here. They dropped me off at the airport with only the plane ticket and what I am wearing." I took her home with me and we didn't talk much in the car. My mind was filled with the thoughts of how much my life had just changed. My wife didn't love me any more and she had changed so much I wasn't even sure I wanted her back. She had exhibited such an infatuation for Steve and had goaded me into doing things I never would have done on my own. I didn't even know if I could ever live with her again. When we got home I scraped together some dinner for us and as we sat with our coffee I said, "Can you tell me your story now? Maybe it will help me understand what happened to me." "I think it will help you understand but I don't think it will help you do anything about it." "Tell me anyway." "I was married seven years ago to Joe Mantegna, I have known him all of my life. Our families are in the family business together. We have two children who are now three and five years old. I miss them very much, I haven't seen them or spoken to them in almost two years. I don't even know if I have been divorced for desertion, maybe I am still married. Joe wanted no part of our family's business and when he graduated from college, where he took ROTC, he accepted a commission in the army. Army pay is not all that great and when he was posted to Germany I went back to live with my mother in New Jersey so she could help me with the kids. I left them with her when I went to visit Joe for two weeks. It was nice and we renewed our love for each other. As a gift he gave me an upgrade to first class for the return trip. As it turned out, I was seated next to Steven and before we took off the cabin attendant offered us complimentary champagne. He must have distracted me and slipped in that drug he used on you in your Margaritas. I don't remember anything about the flight across the Atlantic except that when we landed in New York he said to me, "Wouldn't you like to continue on to Chicago with me," and I replied, "Sure Steven, I would love to." With that reply I abandoned my family, my husband, my children, and every one I held dear to me. I don't know if they have any idea what happened to me. He suggested that I have no contact with them and of course I haven't and cannot even now. He has a hold on me, you, and Lynne, that cannot be broken as long as he is alive. I know because I helped him ensnare another woman but she didn't last long. It is the drug that made us so receptive, but what he has done to our minds with hypnosis is what gives him control of us. I know if he walked through that door now I would offer my body to him just as you would sink to your knees and suck his cock. He is evil and for us, irresistible. We just looked at each other, helpless and hopeless. She was quietly crying when she finished her tale and I pulled her to her feet and took her into my arms, more to comfort her than anything else, but when she looked up at me I kissed her. We had been so intimate that previous weekend in Chicago that it was natural for us to fall into bed and make love. I don't know if we were consoling each other, mourning our lost spouses, or just seeking unforced sex but we did make love and we both felt better for it. When I woke in the morning our limbs were still entwined, I said, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to take advantage of you." "Believe me you didn't. I wanted it just as much as you. When you had me in Chicago it was because Steven wanted me to do it. last night I wanted you." "You really are a wonderful woman Maria." "Thank you for the compliment but after my recent history I don't know if I deserve it. "You do deserve it, you have made me feel better already. Stay here with me and help me heal some more. Look, you have no money, not even a change of clothes, maybe we can help each other get over this nightmare." She agreed to stay for 'just a while' and that turned into almost two years. They were happy ones for both of us and we became very fond of one another. Our past unpleasant memories were behind us and then suddenly, out of the blue, when least expected, that's when I got the phone call. It was from Lynne. "Robert, I need your help." Her voice was subdued and she was contrite. "Why come to me, let Steve help you." "He threw me out almost year ago and won't take my calls." I signaled to Myra to pick up the extension. "I still don't understand why you are asking me for help." "I am sick and I think I am dying. I have no money to get medical aid I don't even have my passport to get back into the country. I left it at home with you when I went to Steven." She started coughing and couldn't speak for a moment. "You are the only one who knows what happened to me and could understand. "Where are you?" "I am in Tijuana." "What the hell are you doing there?' "I am too ashamed to tell you." I looked at Myra and she nodded her head. "Alright, give me an address I will be there tomorrow." After I hung up I turned to Myra and asked, "Why did you OK my going to rescue her?" "First, Bob, what happened to her could have happened to me. I was lucky he sent me to you. God knows where he sent her. Second, you heard her coughing, it sounded genuine to me. If she is really that sick and you didn't help her it would be on your conscience for the rest of your life and if she died, because you didn't help her, it would destroy you. I have grown to love you and know you and I know you couldn't live with yourself. You haven't even divorced her yet." "The only reason I haven't divorced her is because I wanted no contact with Steve. Who knows what he would have made either one of us do. I love you Maria, I have no feelings for her anymore." "Yes you do, and even though I know you love me you had twenty five good years with her. She still is the mother of your children. Go help her and then come back to me." I found Lynne in a flop house in Tijuana. She was a wreck. She must have lost twenty pounds and looked like death warmed over. I wondered how this could have happened to the beautiful woman I had once loved. Her cough was racking her body. I got her dressed and into my car and the first stop was a drug store. I got her something for the cough and that seemed to help. Then I made her wear surgical masks until we got back to Minnesota. Our first stop there was the Mayo Clinic. They diagnosed her with TB, the incurable and virulent kind and told me that she didn't have more than a few months to live. Her condition had gone on too long without treatment and that her lungs were virtually destroyed. All they could do was put her in a hospice to live out her days as comfortably as possible. It was there that I got her story. He had turned her into a whore just as he had done to Maria. She fucked every one he told her to. He sent her out on 'dates' and she came back with the envelopes of money for him. He used her indiscriminately and unprotected and she sometimes came back injured and abused. He had her pierced and tattooed and marked as his property just as he told me he would and when she came down with TB he threw her out. He told her she was a whore and she should go work in a Mexican whore house and because that was what he told her to do, that is what she did. She told me she still loved him and would go back to him if he would take her back. That son of a bitch never would set her free just as he never freed Myra or me. I was with her when she died. It wasn't pleasant watching her coughing blood and tissue and I vowed that Steve would pay no matter what is cost me. When I got back to Myra I told her the whole sad story and she asked, "What are you going to do now?" "I am free now, legally and emotionally and I want to marry you." " You can't, I don't know if I am married or not." "Then we have to go to your husband and find out how you stand." "I can't. Steven told me I cannot contact them ever." "He never told me that I couldn't. Tell me more about your husband so I know what I have to deal with." "Well you know he is in the army. He was in Germany when I left him and I don't know where he is now but my mother would know." "Good, What else, you told me once that he didn't want to go into the family business, why not?" She looked at me and said, "You know, the Family." Then it dawned on me, he was connected. "You mean the Mantegna Family?" "Yes." "How can I get in touch with your mother?" I was on a plane to Newark the next morning , and by afternoon I was facing Mrs. Santini. "My name is Robert Swenson and I have a message from your daughter Maria." She almost fainted, "What? Maria, my daughter? She is alive? Thank God. Where is she? Why isn't she here? What have you done with her? Tell me please." "She is alive and well and hopes to see you as soon as possible." "How do I know you are telling me the truth and not some con man trying to fleece me." "She gave me this ring to give to you to show that I come from her. She hopes that when you see her you will give it back to her. The only thing I ask of you is that you tell me where I can find her husband, I gave a message for him also." She tried to get more information from me and finally told me that Joe was back in the States and where I could find him. I told her to call him and set up a meeting and the next day I was sitting with him in the officer's club at Fort Dix. He wasn't happy to see me and he questioned me. "I put her on a plane to go home to our kids and then she disappeared. I loved her and she loved me and then nothing. What did you do to her? Where is she? What happened to her? Why isn't she here?" "Whoa, one question at a time. She is safe and well but she won't let me tell what happened to her for the first year after she left you. She is too ashamed of what she did and what was done to her even though it was not her fault or yours. What I am going to tell you, is what happened to my wife and I and you can draw your own conclusions. I told him all that had happened to me and how Lynne had ended up dead. Maria was lucky that he sent her to me because she had no money and couldn't come home and face him. She knew if she went home she would have to tell you what she had become and you would not have believed or accepted what had been done to her." "You're right, once I found out that she was a whore I would have thrown her ass out. Besides I met a woman in Germany and we are going to get married as soon as I can find Maria to serve her with the divorce papers." "Maria doesn't want anything from you except the right to visit her children. Give me the papers and I will overnight them back to you as soon as I get home." "She can have the children. I have been away from them for so long that they hardly know me and Trudy doesn't want to raise another woman's kids anyway. Are you and Maria going to be married?" "Yes, as soon as she is free to marry me." "A good pair, a whore and a cocksucker." "She doesn't deserve your contempt and as far as I am concerned, I couldn't care less. But the monster who did this to us, who destroyed my marriage and yours, is still free to do more damage. God knows how many other women and their husbands he has contaminated. I would like to strangle him with my bare hands but I know if I came in contact with him again, I couldn't help myself, and I would be on my knees in front of him in a minute. On this paper is his name and address and mine too, just to show my good faith and where to find Maria." He said, "I'll call my mother and tell her to give you the kids to take back with you." He took the paper from me, looked at me again with unconcealed scorn, then turned and walked away. We never shook hands. I got a subscription to the Chicago Tribune and watched it for a month before I saw the article. Essentially it read, Steven Sandler's body was found floating in the Chicago River. He had been manually strangled after being tortured. His body was covered with numerous bruises and burns and his genitals were missing. The police are asking the public for help in solving his murder.