39 comments/ 88394 views/ 22 favorites French Lingerie By: murphy621 I sell perfume, expensive French perfume. My grandfather started the distributorship, my father grew it and I made it into a cosmetic empire. I grew up in the business and I started accompanying my grandfather and then my father on their trips to France when they occurred during my summer vacation time. Now that I am the president of the company my wife and my son and daughter accompany me. I go at least three times year and when we first got married Pamela accompanied me. In fact, our honeymoon included one of these trips. What more romantic place is there than Paris in June, to celebrate your union with a beautiful woman and enjoy all the pleasures of a new found love. It was on that trip that I bought my new wife some very expensive and unique lingerie. It was in a little shop just off the Rue San Honore' that we found three of the most exquisite bra and panty sets, made of the softest, sheerest, silk. Hand made and hand trimmed with the finest of Belgian lace and embroidery; they were works of art. When the proprietor quoted the price my bride gasped and said, "That's too much money to pay for underwear." "Nonsense," I replied, "nothing is too expensive for you. You are going to feel so beautiful and sexy every time you wear them, that we will use them for a special occasions. The white set will be for our wedding anniversary, the black set for New Years and the red set for Valentines day, the day I proposed to you." "That's very romantic dear but the material looks so fragile, I'm sure that they won't last very long." "The shopkeeper assured us, in his accented English, that silk was a very strong material and the stitching was hand knotted and as long as she hand washed each garment it would last as long as it would still fit her.' And that's what we did for the first two years until Pam got pregnant with Jon and two years later with Sue by the fifth year she was back to her old size and we resumed the tradition. There is something about women when you put them in beautiful expensive clothing. They can be beautiful, as Pam is, or even plain to begin with, but put them in beautiful clothing and they get a glow, an inner beauty that shines though that turns every one of them into creatures of desire. It made for some very romantic getaways. Up until lately the whole family came with me during the summer trip but this summer the kids were away at summer camp so they were going to be occupied., Truth be told, I think they were beginning to get tired of Paris and they wanted to be with their friends. Pam also turned me down for the first time and wanted to stay home. I supposed that after fifteen years of marriage even Paris in the summer can get to be a bore. Because of the time difference between France and the US we decided to not to call on any schedule but to call our cell phones when we could and if the other did not answer just leave a voice mail or text message to keep in touch. Many a time I would get a message when I was in a meeting or I would leave one when she was similarly occupied. I was gone this trip an unusually longer time than normal, probably because I did not have to concern myself with entertaining my kids and spouse on my off hours and feel badly about keeping them away from home and friends. Then of course, there was Marie, actually Marie-Therese. I met her on my last trip, last January. She is a blonde, as is Pam, but where Pam has a wholesome American beauty, Marie has French chic. A style that exudes sex and desirability and proved to be irresistible for me. I didn't even try to resist. I knew the moment I saw her that I wanted her even though she was fifteen years younger than I. I had never been unfaithful to Pam until now but nothing was going to stop me from this conquest. Somehow I knew that she was different, different than any of the other personal assistants that were assigned to me on my previous visits to Paris. I don't know how but she made it known that she was willing to accommodate my every wish as we worked together. Maybe she stood a little too close when we talked or bent a little too low when she put a paper on my desk to sign. Maybe she gave off pheromones or the perfume she wore but everything about her seemed to scream, take me. She probably set out to seduce me, the rich American boss. I didn't know what she had in mind but if it was going to happen it was going to be on my terms. The French haven't yet come to terms with sexual harassment so I wasn't too worried about any workplace problems and I saw something in her that made me want to experiment. I invited her to dinner and afterwards to my suite for brandy and conversation. I'm sure she knew what I had in mind because she accepted both invitations with alacrity. When we entered my sitting room she went to the floor to ceiling window to look out on the beauty of the City Of Lights. She said in her delightful accent, "I grew up in Paris but I have never seen it from up here. It is so beautiful." "Not nearly as beautiful as you are my dear." A corny line but I had said it as I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist. I lowered my lips to her neck and kissed her just below her ear. She gave a soft moan as I leaned into her back and pressed her body against the window. I whispered in her ear, "Put your hands above your head, flat on the window." She complied. "Don't move." She didn't. My hands went to her waist and I grabbed the hem of her sweater then peeled it up and off of her. She wasn't wearing a bra as I suspected, and when her nipples hit the cold glass she gasped, and moaned again. When I ran my fingers down her arms, from her wrists to her armpits and past the bulge of her breasts, she shuddered. When she turned her head to say something I kissed her on her lips to silence her reply. Her response to my kiss was reply enough. I said to her, "Open your eyes. Look out at the city. See the beauty and the lights and know that all of Paris can see you now. Everyone can see your naked tits pressed against the window and your lover behind you. Everyone can see the slut willing to show herself. Everyone knows what you are." I rotated her body to face me and as I kissed her lips her hands went to the back of my neck. I could feel her fingers playing in the short hairs there. Her breasts were small but her nipples were long and hard. I could feel them poking me through my shirt. Neither one of us spoke a word as we quickly shed our clothing. There wasn't much noise either when I lowered her to rug and shoved my cock into her wet and willing cunt. Up until this moment the only sounds we made were the sounds of our rapid breathing but now the silence was broken by her rhythmic grunting a I pumped into her. Then she came with a high pitched keening sound, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeee." Tapering off to a soft moan as I exploded the pent up energy of my passion into her womb. We lay entwined on the floor, in front of the window for minutes until she said, "Everyone can see that we are lovers now." "No dear, everyone can see that you are my slut." "What, how can you say such a thing?" Her indignation was something to behold. I replied, "You came up here tonight with the intention of seducing me. Maybe make me your sugar daddy or perhaps even marry you. Well that's not going to happen so you can get dressed and get out or........" "Or what?" "You become my lover, my slave, my whore, my slut, every time I am in Paris. I will set you up in an apartment and you will belong to me, and only me. No other men for you, I will own you and when I am in France you will be my willing and obedient companion. You will want for nothing and when I am not here you continue to work for my company." "I can pick the apartment and the furnishings?" "All within reason." "And my clothes?" "Again, all within reason. When yon are on my arm, I don't want you to look shabby." I knew it, I had her hooked I was going to make her not only financially dependent on me but also emotionally dependent. I was going to make her love me and submit to me. We made love several more times that night and the three following nights before I left her to go back to the States. By the time I kissed her goodbye she was in love with me and had promised to be my faithful and obedient companion. I believe she was sorry to see me go. I returned home to the enthusiastic welcome of my children and a more subdued welcome from my wife but that was not anything unusual. I didn't think too much of it since she was never a very demonstrative woman. It was on Valentine's Day that I found out that my wife had a lover. It was on a Saturday this year and we were going to a dance at our country club. Pam had been to the hairdresser in the afternoon and she came out of her closet wearing a dress that showed off her body wondrously. "That's a beautiful dress, I told her, but it is obvious that you have nothing on underneath it." "I know, don't you think it's sexy." "It is, very much so, and you look very beautiful in it. But I want you to wear the red lingerie that I bought for you to commemorate the day that I proposed to you." "I can't, not under this dress." "Then wear another dress. You have a closet full." "I can't. I can't find them." "You can't find your red underwear. How could you loose them?" At least she had the courtesy to blush and that gave me her answer. "How did you loose them Pam?" She stood there silently, her head bowed and her face and chest red with embarrassment. I asked, "Did he tear them off you and destroy them before he fucked you?" "Oh god, I am so ashamed. No, he kept them to make me keep coming back." "How did he get them to begin with?" "It happened a week after you left on your trip in January. Liz Horton called me to go out to dinner with her and I accepted. We went to La Rhonde and sat at the bar while waiting for a table. We were on our second round when two business types sat down next to us and it turned out that Liz knew one of them. The conversation and the drinks continued and before I knew it we were having dinner together along with bottle of wine. I don't remember how we ended up in their hotel room or getting laid but I woke up naked in bed next to one of them with his cum leaking out of my pussy and my ass. Liz was in the bed next to us with the other guy. That's when he kept the underwear." "Alan, I swear I don't know how I got there. I must have been drugged." "How many times did you go back?" "Only twice. He said he would give them back, but he didn't. I made a mistake in telling him they were special and I had to have them. He wants me back again." "To fuck you again?" The blush was back even stronger now. "Yes." "OK. Let's go." "Go where?" "To the dance, where else? We have to celebrate the day I proposed to you, don't we?" On the drive to the club she was quiet, I could see how nervous she was. We were sitting with the Horton's and two other couples and I did nothing to calm her nerves. I wanted to get to Liz before she did, to get their stories straight. We checked our coats and entered the ballroom and were escorted to our table. The Horton's and another couple were there already. After greeting everyone I said to Liz, "I want the first dance with you." Without letting her demur I lifted her by the arm and pulled her to the dance floor where she said, "Alan, what's got into you. Your hurting my arm, let go of me." I let go of her arm but then clasped her tight to my body and held her as if we were dancing. I said, "I want to know all about what you a Pam do when you go out together. I want to know all about who you pick up and fuck. I know enough to know if you are lying to me and if you do lie I will tell the world what kind of sluts you both are." "Please," she said, "Don't make me do this." "You will tell me now or I will go up there on the bandstand and denounce you two in front of the whole club." She gave a small sob and I took her by the arm and led her into a quiet corner of the bar. I sat her down and said, "Your husband depends on my distributorship for more than half of the products he sells. Don't think for a minute that I wouldn't cut off his supply and ruin him. Which means that even after he divorced you there would be nothing left to split up or to pay you alimony. I will do it in heart beat if you lie to me.". "Now how long has this been going on," I asked? She was openly crying now, her mascara running down her cheeks, "AAAbbbout two years," she blubbered. Two years! Good Lord, I never suspected! "How often?" "Evvvvery time you went to France." "The same guys every time?" "No, only the last three times." "Why the last three times?" "We always stayed away from repeats, We didn't want to get involved but these two guys were different. Usually we picked up younger men but these two got to us somehow, especially to Pam. She wanted Marty back, at least until he pulled that shit on her and wouldn't give her back her panties." "What's his last name and what else do you know about him?" "Driscoll and he said he was a sales manager at Reliance Machinery down on the Southside. That's all I know." "Married?' "I don't know. I think he said something about his kids but I am not sure." "OK. Go to the ladies room and fix your makeup." "You're not going say anything to Sid are you?" "I should, but no I won't if you don't tell Pam what you told me. Also, your friendship with Pam is now over. You will have nothing to do with her anymore, not even a telephone call. If you do then the threat I made about Sid will happen." "I promise, I only want to put this whole mess behind me." She left and I returned to the ballroom. As I sat down, I apologized to everyone for my absence. Pam asked, "Where's Liz?" "She went to the ladies room." Pam started to rise. "Sit down." I barked. Startled, she sank back into her seat. I could see by the look on her face, she was wondering what Liz had told me. Of course, she couldn't ask me at the table and the others had to know something was going on because the tension in the air was palpable. Liz came back to the table and she said, "I'm sorry everyone, I have this terrible headache. Sid please take me home." The six of us stayed for dinner but none of us ate much and as soon as the dessert was finished we all made our goodnights. It was very quiet in the car going home, she wasn't about to bring up what happened at the club. As soon as we walked into the house she went into the den and picked up the phone. I went up to the bedroom to change out of my suit. She followed me in in less than two minutes. She was staring at me as she took off her dress. "Liz won't talk to you?" I asked. "She still has a headache." "She is going to have it for a long time." "What are you talking about?" "She told me about Marty Driscoll. You lied to me." She turned ashen and slumped in to a chair. At least she had the decency to cry. "Oh god, I am so sorry." "Sorry for what you did, or because you got caught?" "Both, but mostly for what I did." "It must have been fun playing the cougar, fucking those young studs?" She didn't answer, she just looked down at her hands. I had to shove it to her, "And Marty, he was different. A little older, more mature, a better lover, maybe gave better head? You wanted more of him?" That got to her, she broke down completely, her body was wracked as she sobbed, "Please what are you going to do to me. Don't divorce me, I do love you, don't take my children away from me." "I don't know what I am going to you yet, I haven't had time to think things through, But one thing is sure, I'm not sleeping next to you. Go in the spare room tonight and move your clothes and cosmetics in there tomorrow." I spent Sunday in my den, thinking and planning. I realized, of course that I was no better than Pam when it came to fidelity but she didn't know that and I was not about to give up my advantage. After all, she had been playing around for two years, I only had Marie for four nights. I finally came up with a way to become the Master in my home as I intended to be in Paris with Marie. Pam, stayed out of my way all day as did the kids. They knew enough to recognize that things were tense even though they didn't know why. At dinner time Pam knocked on my door and asked if I was dining with her and the children/ My answer was, "Of course, I am having dinner with my family. I provide very well for them and I expect to enjoy my children's company. When dinner is over and the children are in bed for the night I expect you back in here for a discussion of your future. Did you move all of your belongings from my bedroom?" "Yes Alan, I moved everything. I know I did wrong but please don't treat me......." I interrupted vehemently and shouted, "LATER!" She replied very meekly, "Yes Alan," and this set the tone for our later discussion. Dinner was a quiet affair, nothing more said between Pam and I than, "Pass the salt," or similar and the kids taking their cue from us were unusually subdued. Finally they were bedded down and she knocked on the den door again even though it was open. This was unusual behavior from her, after all this was her house too and previously she had never knocked on a door before entering a room that I occupied. When I realized that she had done this twice today I took it to mean that she was taking a submissive posture to get back into my good graces and it fit in perfectly with my plans. She entered the room at my bidding and came to stand before me looking much like a child waiting to be chastised. I was seated in my easy chair with my feet up on a hassock. She began to speak, "Alan, I can't begin to tell........" I held up my hand to stop her and said, "There is nothing more you can tell me, now I am going to tell you what is going to be. I want my children to have their mother so you will remain here to care for them. First: You will keep the use of your car but you will keep a log of every mile traveled and a diary of every activity outside of this house. This will be presented to me every evening after the children are bedded down. Second: You no longer have the conjugal rights of a wife. You chose to whore yourself out and fuck other men for drinks and dinner. You sold yourself cheap and that is how I intend to treat you. You fucked away the expensive lingerie I gave you so now you will wear no undergarments at all. I want your whore's body always available to me so you will wear only wrap around house dresses from Walmart while you are in the house unless I tell you differently. You wanted to be a cheap whore, now that's what you will be for me. Third: If you touch another man or let him touch you sexually, I will whip you until your skin peels off. I will make you suffer and regret the marriage you threw away and I will have your lover crippled or killed." "Alan, you can't treat me like this. I'm your wife, I'll get a divorce......" "Divorce? You stupid cunt. Did you forget the prenup you signed when we got married? It has a fidelity clause in it that you conveniently forgot. You will leave this marriage with only the clothes you brought with you, and they probably don't fit anymore. And if you try to get custody of the kids I'll fight you for as long as it takes to pauperize you. You will end up with nothing. If you don't like what's going to happen to you, you can always leave, I'll not stop you." As I spoke I stood up and moved behind her. She tried to turn to face me but I held her shoulders and kept her facing the chair. I pressed down on her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "On your knees." She was crying softly as she knelt down before the hassock. I pressed on her back and forced her to lay her upper body across it and then I raised her skirt up over her waist. She was wearing some kind of hip hugger thong panty and I ripped it off. French Lingerie "You won't need these any longer." I took out my cock and knelt down behind her and with no foreplay forced it into her cunt. She was dry, it must have hurt. She was crying louder now. I started pumping and with every thrust I said, "Every....night......you....will....enter....this...room.....and......you....will.....assume......this.....position...... to ......make.....your......cunt.....accessible.....to......me." To my surprise, and I think to hers, she climaxed and that, in turn, triggered mine. I collapsed on top of her back and although I could only see the side of her face, I swear although she was still crying, I think she was smiling. When I sat down at the dinner table the next night with my family I was served by my wife who was wearing only a cotton house dress and shoes. The dress couldn't have cost more than ten dollars and did nothing to conceal the fact that she was naked underneath it. Pam had gained a few pounds after the kids were born and they had all settled in her tits and ass, plus a slightly rounded belly. We didn't talk much during dinner but she knew that I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as she served us and I think she even wiggled a bit extra as she walked back and forth. Dinner over and the children bedded down she knocked softly on the den door. I bid her, enter. As she walked towards me she unbuttoned the house coat, knelt before the hassock, presented her log books to me and laid her naked upper body across it. She reached back and brought the hem of her dress up over her back. She was presenting herself to be fucked, just the way I had instructed her. She hadn't said a word, she just waited. I got up and walked around her, my fingers sliding along her naked back and hips. I stroked her naked flanks much as I would a pony then I cupped her cunt between her opened thighs and found that she was wet. No not wet, she was soaked, and leaking. Then it dawned on me. "You are a slut," I said, "a submissive slut. This is the way I you want you and the way you need to be treated." I slapped her ass, hard. She didn't answer but her moan was answer enough. I wet my thumb in her cunt and then slid it into her ass and three fingers replaced it in her pussy. She shuddered and she came, a long and body wrenching climax. It was all I could take, I was rock hard and I fucked her again from behind. Plunging in furiously, thinking only of my own pleasure and when I erupted, so did she. Both of us climaxing with the sound and the fury we had never experienced previously in our marriage. I lay exhausted on top of her. After a few minutes I got up and return to my chair and told her to sit up on her heels. I said, "Things have changed with us." She said, "I'm leaking." "Put your hand under yourself and catch it. When you hand is full, eat it." She obeyed. When her cupped hand was full she lifted it to her lips and licked and swallowed our combined discharges, just like a cat laps it's milk. Her eyes never left mine. This was a defining moment because she would never even give me a blow job before, claiming it was disgusting. I asked, "Is this what you were looking for when you went out fucking those young studs?" "I didn't know what I was looking for. I only knew something was lacking. I loved you, I still do, now more than ever. I didn't realize what I am until......." She stopped, afraid to to continue and I completed her sentence. "Until you met Marty." Her whole body slumped, her chin fell to her chest, she couldn't look at me anymore. "Yes." "He made you his slut?" "Yes." "Is that why you went back to him?" "Yes" "How many times?" "Twice." "Liz too, iis she the same as you?" "Yes." "That's over now. None of the studs and no more Marty, the first time it happens again you are out on your ass." "I agree Alan. Now that we both know what I am, you are all I will ever want or need but I am afraid of Marty. I can avoid him and hang up on his phone calls but if he gets me alone I may not be able to resist him." "Leave Marty to me." The sex that followed was incredible. I didn't make love to her, not any more. I took her, I used her, I fucked her. She liked it rough, she liked it hard, she wore me out. After the third time I came, I was exhausted. I had a submissive slut for a wife and I was wondering if I could keep up with her! I was out early Monday morning before anyone else was awake, I had to meet my company's chief of security. I knew he would know somebody, who would know somebody, who would know somebody. When I finally found the last somebody I had to use a few more somebodies to transmit my instructions and payments to take care of Marty Driscoll when I was ready. Friday morning, before I left for work, I told Pam to get a sitter for the kids, we were going out for dinner that night. When I got home around six Pam was showered and in her usual house coat and I indicated that she follow me upstairs with her diaries. There was no hassock in the bedroom so she pulled her vanity bench in front of me and presented herself in the usual way. I knew she was offering herself because of her newly discovered submissive streak but I understood that it was also a manifestation of her regret that she had played the cougar with the young studs at the dance club. While it was a power trip for me, it made me realize that I still loved her and wanted to keep her for my wife even though our relationship was forever changed. I undressed and knelt behind her and slid my hard cock into her wet cunt. She was just as turned on by our new relationship as I was. Without moving I placed each of her journals on her back and reviewed her entries, making several remarks as I inspected them. The incongruity of our positions and my comments was not lost on either of us. She was just a sheath for my sword. Finally, I started to move and she responded by moving her ass in response to my thrusts. When she felt my climax she came too and we both collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, sex had never been better. When we both came down from our highs she told me, "Marty called me today. He wanted me to meet him." "And what happened?" "I told him I wouldn't meet him and I didn't want him to call me anymore." "And then?" "He called again several times. I didn't answer, I let it go to voice mail." "Good, are the messages still there?" "Yes, I thought you would want to hear them. He was quite abusive." "Wonderful, I will be able to use later. Now get dressed, the same way you did for Valentines Day." All she had to do was shower again, put on her make up, her dress and shoes and comb her hair. It still took her an hour to get ready. But it was worth it, she was beautiful. We went for dinner and then I had her take me to the club where she and Liz did their hunting. She was embarrassed to take me there. I walked her to the bar and perched her on a stool. When she crossed her legs that dress opened like a flower opens to the sun. Her bare legs were exposed to almost the top of her thighs, there was no way to keep them covered and unless she sat ramrod straight the top flared open to show the inner slope of both breasts. I stood next to her and after I ordered drinks I rotated her stool so that she half faced me and half faced the room. She was on exhibit, she was embarrassed and she loved it. I could tell it from the way she arched her back and pushed out her tits. Her nipples were prominently erect against the soft silk fabric of her dress. I whispered in her ear, "You like being displayed like a whore?" At least she had the decency to blush before she hissed, "Yessssssss." I said, "Do you see any guys here who you fucked?" "Yes." "I'm going to the men's room and I'll be gone for about fifteen minutes. They are going to be gathering around you and you will be talking to them. If you let anyone touch you, you know what will happen. Behave yourself." I left her there, perched on that stool. She was bait and when I got back ten minutes later, the wolves had swallowed it whole. They were three deep around her. I had to push my way through these young Wall Street banker types, until I was next to my wife. Pam, as I had expected was the honey that attracted these flies. One particularly brazen one had his hand on her bare knee. "All right gentlemen, the fun is over." There was a chorus of complaints and objections. "Tell them dear wife what's going to happen because you let him touch you?" "You're going to whip me." A hush came over the raucous group and several drifted away. "And what's going to happen to the one who has his hand on your knee?" "You're going to have him killed or crippled." I stared at him, right in his eye and his hand slid from her knee. The threat was outrageous but he didn't want to call it, if it was just a bluff. It just wasn't worth the risk. The crowd just dissipated and she and I were left alone. "Oh god, Alan, that was so hot. I love you so much, please fuck me now." "I don't think that would go over so big here in the bar. " I took her home and substituted a good spanking in place of the promised whipping. I think she was disappointed because she wasn't whipped but it still led to the most passionate sex we had in years. We had found the best aphrodisiac to revive our marriage. Marty Driscoll didn't give up and I got quite a library of recorded conversations where Pam repeatedly asked him not to call. And many more voice mails of him threatening all sorts of sexual tortures or delights for my wife when she finally surrendered to him. The man was obviously obsessed. I could have gotten a restraining order on him but that would have not erased his obsession nor would it have given me the revenge I wanted for what he had already done to her. It was time to put my connection to work. I had Pam accept his next phone call and had her, following my instructions, reluctantly agree to to meet him. He began his phone call with, "Why have you been ignoring phone messages?" "Marty please, my husband......" "I don't give a damn about your husband. You belong to me now, you admitted it and I want you." "Marty, I ........." "You know how much you want my cock. How you love it when I shove it into you. You know he can't get you off the way that I do." "Marty, don't talk you me that way. You know what that does to me, you're making me wet." "Sure I know. I know what you are and what you need. That wet pussy belongs to me and I want it today." "I can't, not today......oh god.... you make me so hot..... tomorrow night.....he will be out of town....I can get away." She set him up perfectly and they went on to plan to meet in the back corner of a supermarket parking lot. She would leave her car there and he would take her to a motel where he could make love to her all night. Pam and I had foolproof alibis for the next night, she was at a concert with three friends and I was wining and dining a customer in Cleveland. One of my some bodies rented a car just like hers and he and two other some bodies met Marty in the parking lot. After they got through with him he was in no condition to ever walk upright or ever make love to anyone again. The lesson, of course, was not lost on Pam and as docile as she had become up until now, her submission became even more pronounced. By the time I returned to Paris in June, my wife had become my slave. When I landed at DeGalle, Marie was there to greet me and just looking at her was a treat. There is nothing like having a beautiful 25 year old French mistress happily jumping up and down, excitedly greeting you. Especially when she is braless. She flew into my arms and covered my face with kisses. She was so exuberant and so enthusiastic in her welcome that by the time I peeled her off of me it was impossible to conceal my hard-on. "OOlala, you are happy to see me too," she trilled in her delightful accent. "Come, I have your limousine waiting and we go right to my apartment. I want to show it to you and thank you for it properly." There is room for seven people in the back of a stretch limo but we only needed one seat because the minute I sat down she was straddling my lap. Almost before we left the curb her hands had my cock out and she was fucking me. She had cum twice and me once before we left the airport. All she had been wearing was a blouse, a skirt and shoes and by the time we reached our destination, the blouse was off, the skirt was around her waist and both shoes were loose on the floor. So was she, on her knees, with my cock in her mouth, trying to get me up for a second go-round. She wanted to take me directly to her apartment, I hadn't seen it yet but I wanted to register in my hotel and make the required call home first. While I was talking to my wife and my children I had her naked on her knees with her mouth stuffed with my cock. I held her head tight to keep her throat filled so she could make no sound as I completed my conversation. "Why did you do that to me," she queried when I completed my call?" "Why did you fuck Jean-Claude in your apartment," I countered? She looked at me, her mouth agape, her face pale. She didn't know that when I bought the apartment for her I also put the concierge on my payroll. "Yes, I know." I continued, "You violated our arrangement. You promised to keep yourself only for me yet you had your boy friend in the bed I paid for." "It was only to say goodbye, to break it off with him." "It makes no difference. You fucked him and now I have to punish you." "Please, no. It was only once, I'll never do it again." "If you ever do it again anywhere, I will throw you out with nothing but what you are wearing. You will have no apartment, no wardrobe and no job. Now strip, I want you naked and holding out your arms in front of you." She was crying as she took off the little she was wearing and then crossed her wrists in front of herself. I bound her wrists with my necktie and I led her to the closet where I tied her to the hanger bar. I gagged her with an extra pair of socks from my valise and proceeded to lay on twenty good ones with my belt. She was a quivering mass of welts when I was done and she had pulled so hard on the tie that I had to cut the knots to take her down. I ruined a good hundred and fifty dollar Hermes tie but it was worth it. While I rubbed the hotel supplied body lotion to her tormented skin as I kissed and caressed her, she professed complete and unconditional love and obedience. The ride from the hotel to her apartment was unique. She couldn't sit, her backside hurt too much. In fact everything hurt so much that she took off her dress and just knelt on the floor of the limousine. Even covered with welts she was beautiful and as the vehicle moved so did her breasts. Just watching her made me want her and I got hard. She noticed my erection and looked at me questioningly and when I nodded she eagerly opened my fly and drew out my ridged cock. She literally made love to it with just her hands and lips. No part of her body made contact with me except for her fore arms on my thighs. She kept me hard for the whole twenty minute ride, bringing me to edge and then letting me retreat. By the time we entered her apartment I was ready to whip her again. But I knew she was just being playful when she began to undress me. She had me lie on my back on the bed where she then mounted me and fucked me royally with minimal body contact. For the next few days our coupling was very gentle and restrained, her body just could not take too much contact. As she healed our love making became more vigorous and enthusiastic and it reached a point where I didn't want to do without it. I decided to take her back to New York with me. When I told her of my decision she was delighted and thrilled, she had never been out of France. Then the reality set in and she began to question me. "What will I do there? Where will I work? Will I have an apartment. What about your wife?" "You will be my personal assistant just as you are here in Paris. When you are not busy with me you will be tutoring my children and teaching them to speak French. You will live in my house with my family and not worry about my wife, she will accept you." I knew that I had Pam firmly under my control but I still wasn't sure what would happen when I introduced a mistress into my household. I shouldn't have worried, Pam accepted Marie and her relationship with me. It was Marie who made the problems. It began the first evening we had dinner at home. When she saw Pam dressed in a cheap house dress and how my wife deferred to me she began to lord over her. She was ordering Pam around like she was a servant and she never offered to help Pam with preparing the dinner or the cleanup. It came to a head afterwards when Pam knocked on my study door to make her nightly presentation. I had just started to lecture Marie about her behavior when I stopped to bid Pam to enter. Pam entered and presented herself as usual and I could hear Marie snicker in derision until I dropped my pants and slid my cock into Pam. I kept my eyes riveted on Marie's as I fucked Pam and let Marie see the pleasure the pleasure I gave to my wife. "This is my wife," I told her with my cock imbedded in Pam, "the mother of my children and you are my assistant, my lover. You work for me and therefore you work for her and you will show her the proper respect. Every night I take her like this and every night, beginning tonight, you will use your mouth to clean me and her after we finish." Marie sat there with shocked look on her face unable to move. I moved, and stood, and presented my cock to her until she roused from her daze and took me in her mouth. I then had Pam sit on the edge of the hassock and had her open her legs to Marie. "You can lick her clean," I said to Marie, "or I can send to back to Paris on the first plane out. No more clothes, no more apartment, no more job. Take your choice." After a momentary hesitation, Marie licked........and Pam loved it. It didn't take long for Pam to cum.....violently. So much so, that she wouldn't let Marie stop. Her hands held Marie's head tight into her crotch and her hips never stopped humping that French face. The scene was so hot that I knelt down behind Marie and fucked her until we all came, simultaneously. So began a new life style in a manage a trios. I watched them sixty-nine and bring each other to orgasm. I watched them clean each other orally after I fucked them, either in their cunts or asses. I watched them fuck each other with a double ended dildo and I watched them make love to one another after I had one use my belt on the other. I had one apply aloe to the bruised areas on the other and I watched as that act of kindness lead to their love making. They became lovers for each other just as they had become for me. The nightly ritual of Pam presenting her diaries was eventually discontinued as I became convinced that her sexual and submissive needs were more than being met at home. Instead Marie moved into our bedroom nightly to occupy Pam when I was too tired to perform my husbandly duties. Trying to satisfy two horny sluts was becoming more of a chore than a dream come true. Just watching them was becoming pleasure enough in itself. Like all good things this could not go on forever and in our second year when I took both women to Paris with me the person that had been in charge of the Paris office came to me with his resignation. It was time for him to retire. He recommended that Marie take his place. She knew more about our operations there than any one else in the office, just from following me around. She jumped at the chance of promotion but complained of the separation from Pam and me, but the enormous raise in pay won the day. I released her from the pledge of fidelity to me but I reserved the right to her company exclusively when I was in France. She matured into a very well off woman who always had a string of young lovers at her beck and call. French Lingerie When Pam and I got back to the States she told me that she missed the company and the pleasure that Marie had given her. I asked, "Didn't you once tell me that Liz Horton was just like you when you both fell under Marty Driscol's spell? Maybe it's time to renew old friendships?" Pam looked at me with an evil gleam in her eye and an even more evil smile on her face and said, "Now that sounds like a good idea."