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Sandra and Stevie Ch. 01

By: Goodhusband



Note:

This is the first installment of "Sandra and Stevie". It took me about six months to write this story. When I originally wrote it, I posted it as a serial. I still believe that is the most enjoyable way to read this story. That is the way that I intend to present it here. At times you are going to have to wait to find out what happens next.

Sandra and Stevie is a fantasy. That was my intention when I wrote it. There are many incredible things that occur in this story. Some of them may challenge plausibility. I make no apology, that's the nature of fantasies.

This is a long story detailing the lives of several different people. It was written as an erotic story. Because of it's scope, there were segments that had to be written as non erotic plot development. For purposes of convenience I intend to post all of this story in the loving wives section of this web site. I hope that the people at Literotica.com will allow me to do this.

This is a tale about people who are deeply in love with each other. It is a very romantic story. It is also a story of female domination. cuckolding, humiliation and sadomasochism. 

My characters express their love for each other in ways that may offend some people. If you are bothered by this kind of story, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.

For those of you who have been enjoying my story "Brenda and Bobby" I want you to know that they eventually become principle characters in this story.

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I opened the door to Tyler Cummings town house and looked inside. The party was in full swing. I already knew that of course, the blaring music that I heard as I walked up his front steps was good clue. 

"Hey Stevie come on in." It was Tyler. He was an old friend from college. We'd graduated together two years earlier. 

There were also several other guys from our graduating class here. We were a tight group in college and we kept in touch. 

Tyler was school. Myself, I went to work as an investment counselor as soon as I graduated. I seemed to have a real knack for researching new companies. I was making a lot of money for both my clients and myself. 

Tyler noticed the four bottles of French red wine in my hand. "Hey good, I'm glad to see you remembered to bring some wine. We have a keg, but I know you've never been much of a beer man. You'd better go open up one of those bad boys, then come on outside. Everybody is on the patio." 

He pointed me to the bar. I plowed my way through the crowd. Every few feet I stopped to greet old friends. It was several minutes before I actually had a glass of wine in my hand. 

I'd been hurrying all day, actually you could make that all week. It was Friday evening and as I took a sip of wine, I realized that this was the first chance I'd had since last Monday morning to stop and take a breath. 

I leaned against the wall. I just wanted to relax for a moment before I moved into party mode. As I stood there I glanced around the room and surveyed the crowd. I was just thinking that I knew most of the guests when I noticed her. 

She was a sultry dishwater blonde wearing a short denim miniskirt that just barely covered the cheeks of one very sexy ass. Her flimsy cotton crop top left her soft flat tummy fully exposed and just barely concealed her small breasts. I guessed she was about my age. 

I watched her as she talked to the people around her. She was animated and alive. She liked to laugh. She seemed like a really fun person. 

I was completely captivated by her. I just stood there staring. I was a complete fool. 

Suddenly I realized that she was staring back at me. 

Now I have to tell you, I am not a big time ladies man. I am short, only 5'7" tall. I barely weigh in at 130 lbs. My foster mother and her sister have been reminding me that I would have been "a really cute girl" since before I can remember. I am hardly the big muscular jock that most beautiful women seem to be attracted to. 

To make matters worse, I am not exactly well endowed in the genital area. I have a little 3 inch peepee that makes most girls giggle when they unzip my pants for the first time. 

And that's not all. It gets even worse. I get kind of nervous when I get in the sack with a girl. I tend to have an orgasm quickly, I mean really quickly. Lots of times all a girl has to do is touch me and I shoot. 

I only tell you this so that you can understand that I get kind of shy around women, especially beautiful women, women like the blonde who was now staring at me from across the room. 

I wished that I could have been cool. I imagined myself giving her a sly wink and a little nod. I would have loved to have been able to walk over to her and say something really clever. Sam Spade in the Maltese Falcon was my hero. He would have known how to approach her.

Sadly that's not me. I'm not Sam Spade, I'm Stevie Wagner. I got nervous and stared at the floor. After a moment, I mustered up enough courage to look at her again. She was gone. I started to glance around the room looking for her when I heard a voice behind me. 

"You're kind of shy aren't you?" 

I turned around. It was her. Now I was terrified. I sort of managed to stammer an answer as I stared at the floor. "Yeah I guess so." 

She laughed. "You really are shy." Then she took my hand. "Relax, I think you're cute. "I'm Sandra Monroe." 

Her touch and soothing voice relaxed me a little. "Hi Sandra, I'm Stevie Wagner." 

She playfully shook my hand. "Pleased to meet you Stevie. Hey, do you think you could rustle me up a glass of that wine you're drinking? I don't particularly like beer." 

Sandra had a very easy going manner about her. Every time she spoke, I relaxed just a little bit more. 

"Oh yeah, sure, I'd love to. Wait here. I'll be right back." 

"I won't move an inch." 

I got Sandra a glass of wine and we started to chat. She knew Tyler from law school. She was also in her second year. 

As we talked we found out that we had a lot in common. We both grew up in the mid west. We liked watching football. We both played golf, we liked classical music and we loved reading mystery books. Her favorite mystery writer was Agatha Christie, mine was Rex Stout. 

Time flew by. After awhile Sandra said, "Stevie, I'm having a really good time with you, but its noisy in here. Would you like to go somewhere a little quieter?." 

"Yes, yes I would love to. I'm having a really good time with you to Sandra. Where would you like to go?" 

"Do you have a place?" 

"Sure, I have a little apartment near old town." 

"Wanna take me there?" 

This was dangerous ground. I started to get nervous again. "Yeah okay. umm sure." 

Sandra realized what was happening. She laughed and took my hand. "Come on, I promise not to hurt you." She paused. "Can I ride with you? I came here with my roommate." 

"Sure, of course. I would really like that." 

"Promise you will get me home?" She was laughing. 

I was relaxing again. "Yeah, I promise." 

"Give me a minute. I have to find Julie and tell her where I am going. I'll be right back. Don't move, okay?" 

"Don't worry, I'll stay right here." 

I watched her weave through the crowd. She was beautiful. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. 

As I waited for Sandra to return, I thought about the turn of events. I was stunned by my good fortune. I had just met a beautiful woman who not only seemed to like me, she actually wanted to go home with me. 

As I thought about this, fear and nervousness crept back into my mind. There was still a potential for disaster. Sandra didn't as yet know how pathetic I was in bed. Secretly I was actually hoping that things might not get that far. Sex had become traumatic for me. 

Sandra finally found a bleached blonde. I don't say things like this very often, but I have to tell you that she looked really slutty. 

They both looked at me and talked for a moment. Finally, Sandra kissed her friend on the cheek and started back towards me. 

When she got back, she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. "Lets go." 

As we passed the bar she reached out and snared an unopened bottle of wine. "You brought these didn't you?" 

I nodded and said, "Yes." 

"Good, then we can take one. Most of these people are beer drinkers anyway."

Sandra and Stevie Ch. 02



Note: This story is the second installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the first episode of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant woman humiliates submissive man story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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It was a short drive to my apartment. We found a parking place and went in. I was thankful that I had cleaned last night. The place looked good. 

Sandra surveyed my humble home. "Very nice, you have wonderful taste. I love your oriental rugs. They must have cost a fortune." 

I was about to mumble a polite thank you. Before I could Sandra handed me the bottle of wine and said, "Open this and put on some music. I have to go potty." 

She was in charge. I was kind of relieved. I had never been with a woman who took charge so quickly. I really liked it. 

As I was opening the wine I heard Sandra's voice. "Hey I love the Degas prints in here." 

I turned. She'd left the bathroom door open. I could see her sitting on the toilet with her skirt pulled up to her waist and her little striped panties down around her ankles. 

I realized I was staring. I turned away. 

"Its okay, I'm not shy. You can look." 

I turned back and watched as she took two squares of paper from the roll and dabbed at the lips of her pussy. She stood up, dropped the tissue into the toilet and flushed. As she bent down to pull up her panties, I noticed that she was shaved. 

When she came out of the bathroom, I handed her a glass of wine. She held it up and said. "Cheers." 

We both took a big sip. 

"Hey lets look at your cd's." 

We went to my stereo system. I had a selection of classical, jazz and blues. 

Sandra flipped through the classical cd's and pulled out several Mozart concertos and put them into the cd player. "These will be nice." 

She took me by the hand and led me to the couch. We set our wine on the coffee table and sat down. 

I sat at one end of the couch. Sandra sat down and immediately slid over next to me. She picked up my arm and pulled it around her shoulder as she snuggled in next to me. 

Like I said, she was in charge. 

We chatted quietly, sipped our wine and listened to the music. I was in heaven. 

Suddenly Sandra stopped talking. She set her wine glass down, took mine from my hand and also set it down. She turned to me, grabbed hold of my shirt, pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard on the lips. 

"I really like you Stevie. I want to make love to you." She stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the couch. "Lets go to the bedroom." 

Suddenly I was getting nervous again. I was glad that she was taking charge, but I was worried about what she was about to discover and how she might take it. 

In the bedroom, She pushed me onto the bed. This gorgeous woman then stood in front of me and began a slow seductive striptease. 

She looked me directly in the eyes, pulled her flimsy cotton crop top over her head and exposed her perfect tiny breasts. 

She put her hands under those gorgeous breasts and pushed them together. "Look at my tits Stevie. Do you like them? They're not very big, but I think I have nice nipples." As she said this she took each nipple in her fingers and twisted them." 

She started to tease me. "Would you like to do this Stevie? Do you want to play with Sandra's nipples. Take off your shirt. Show me your nipples." She laughed, "You can play with mine if I can play with yours." 

I took off my shirt. As I did this, Sandra undid her jeans skirt and let it fall to her ankles. She stepped out of it and stood in front of me wearing only her little stripped panties. 

"Take your pants off Stevie." There was no question about who was in charge. I would have done anything she told me to do. 

I kicked my pants off and sat in front of her in my boxer shorts. 

Sandra pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She made one complete turn and showed me all of her nude body including that gorgeous ass. "You like?" 

"Yes I like very much. You're beautiful." 

She laughed. "You're sweet." 

She pushed me back on the bed and pulled off my boxer shorts. She looked at my cock. All three inches stood erect. 

This was the moment of truth. I have had women put their clothes on and leave at this point. 

Sandra stared for a moment, then smiled. "Its really small, but don't worry baby, it's okay. I know lots of fun games. 

I felt a great sense of relief. Sandra laid down on top of me. She took my hand and put it between her legs. She was really wet. This was a woman that was ready for sex. 

As I started to massage her wet cunt, Sandra took my little cock in her hands and started to stroke me. I wanted to tell her to stop. I wanted to scream at her to stop. Sadly, I didn't have time. I felt that familiar feeling as my cock stiffened. I was powerless to stop what I knew was about to happen. A little dribble of semen suddenly spurted from my tiny penis and made a mess all over Sandra's hand. 

She stopped and looked first at her hand and then at my softening cock. I was frozen with fear. I was certain that she was going to get dressed and leave. 

She didn't. Instead she smiled at me, put her fingers to her lips and licked all of my semen off of them. 

When she finished licking her fingers, she rolled over onto her back and pushed herself up on the bed so that her head was on my pillows. 

Sandra spread her legs wide, fully exposing her wet cunt to my view. She pushed my face to her crotch and said, "Go down on me Stevie. Eat my pussy." 

For the next hour I made oral love to this beautiful woman. I kissed her, I licked her, I sucked on her clit. I experimented. I did things that made her moan and I did things that made her pull back. I figured out what she liked. I learned how to give her pleasure. 

After her fourth orgasm, she grabbed my hair and pushed my face away from her cunt. "Enough, that was wonderful." She pulled me up to her. My face glistened with her juices. She kissed me. "You are a wonderful lover Stevie." 

I laid next to her full of pride. No woman had ever said that to me. I was madly in love. I'd also learned something else. I felt like I was born to eat pussy. This was my very first time, and I loved it. 

Sandra looked at me. "Can I stay with you tonight? I mean if you want to you can take me home, but I would love to sleep with you, Could I" 

I wanted to scream out yes but I controlled myself. "Sandra, I would love to have you stay the night. I would love that more than anything in the world." 

She smiled and kissed me. 

We got under the covers and snuggled up to each other. 

Sandra fell asleep quickly. 

I laid next to her for awhile and watched her sleep. She was beautiful. 

She'd told me that I was a wonderful lover. As I fell asleep, I felt pride in the fact that tonight for the very first time in my life, I'd satisfied a woman.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 03



Note: This story is the third installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

We slept in. The bright sun from my south window finally woke us. 

My eyes opened before Sandra's. I laid quietly next to her and watched as she gradually moved from sleep to consciousness. 

She slowly opened her eyes, recognized where she was and smiled at me. "Good morning lover." Then she kissed me. At first it was just a good morning kiss, but it quickly became more passionate. 

I had an erection, but I didn't care. It was irrelevant. I knew what I wanted to do. I now knew how to satisfy a woman and it didn't involve my penis. I slid my lips to Sandra's breasts and suckled on her nipples for a few moments, then I moved on. My next stop was her cute little belly button. She giggled as I tickled her with my tongue. Still, this was not my final destination. 

As my tongue approached her crotch, Sandra gently pushed me away and sat up. "Maybe I should go shower first." 

I looked up at her with a questioning expression. 

"I don't feel too clean down there right now." 

I thought about this for a moment. I didn't want to wait. I wanted to taste Sandra right then. She was my love. She was my goddess. I worshipped her. There was nothing that her body could produce that would ever be unwholesome or unsavory to me. I was willing to feast on this woman at any time. 

I smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, I'll make you very clean down there." 

Sandra laughed out loud. "Are You offering me maid service?" She giggled. "I think I like this. Do I have a kinky little boyfriend? Oh I hope so." She took my face in her hands and held it firmly as she looked into my eyes. "Stevie do you want to be my little maid and clean my pussy for me?" She laughed. It wasn't a cruel laugh, she was just having fun. She was teasing me. We were playing a game. 

She laughed again. "Oh I think that this might be fun" 

While she was saying this, I was focused on the word, boyfriend. Sandra had called me her boyfriend. I didn't even dare to hope that she might have meant it seriously. Still it was all I could think about. At that moment I would have played any game in the world with her. 

She slid to the foot of the bed and put her feet on the floor. 

"Kneel between my legs." Sandra took complete control. I didn't have to speak. I only had to comply with her commands. 

I became her willing servant. I did exactly as I was told. I got off the bed and got on my knees 

She smiled at my obedience. "My, you are a good little boy aren't you." She took a deep breath. "Let's see just how good you can be." 

She lifted her right foot off the ground and extended her leg. As she pushed the sole of her foot towards my face, she gave me my first order. "Kiss it." 

Sandra's foot was tiny and delicate. Her skin was smooth and soft. Her toenails were painted a crimson red. 

I cradled that delicate little appendage in my hands, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and reverently planted several soft kisses on the sole of her foot. 

Sandra sighed as she felt my lips touch her. She started to whisper. "Oh baby, that feels so nice. Kiss my toes now." 

She laid back. Her hand moved between her legs. She started to finger herself as I continued. 

I was mesmerized. I gave each of her cute little toes a gentle kiss. 

When I was done Sandra gave me another order. "Now my ankle. Kiss my ankle for me." Her eyes were closed. She wasn't watching me, she was reacting to the touch of my tongue. 

I kissed the top of her foot and then the inside of her ankle. 

Sandra sighed, she was enjoying this. "Now my knee. Kiss the inside of my knee." 

I was beginning to understand her plan. She was slowly guiding me to that wonderful pleasure spot between her thighs. 

I set Sandra's tiny foot back on the floor and planted my lips on the inside of her leg. I slowly kissed my way to her knee. I was trying to be good and obey Sandra's instructions. It was difficult, so very difficult. This was taking every bit of patience that I could muster. I longed to abandon my assigned task and end this frustrating game. I wanted to spread Sandra's legs, bury my face in her pussy and pleasure her with unbridled abandon. I wanted to make her scream in ecstasy.

Sandra wasn't ready to release me. She was enjoying herself. There was no doubt in my mind that she was acutely aware of the sexual tension that was building between us. She was deliberately teasing me with this little game. She now knew that she could control me and she was relishing her power.

Sandra gave me another order. "Now the inside of my thigh. I want to feel your lips on the inside of my thigh."

I had to spread Sandra's knees to comply with her directive. As I kissed the inside of her thigh, I could see the enticing lips of her shaved cunt out of the corner of my eye. It was maddening to be so close to my goal and still be denied access.

I continued to kiss Sandra. Each of my kisses moved me closer to my prize. 

Suddenly Sandra grabbed me by my hair, held my face up and stared into my eyes. She pushed two fingers into her cunt. When she pulled her fingers out they glistened with her nectar.

She shoved the two fingers into my mouth. She wasn't gentle. "Taste my pussy Stevie. It needs to be cleaned. I want you to clean it for me baby. I want you to do a really good job cleaning it for me." 

The sexual tension between us was maddening. 

Sandra callously pushed my face into her cunt. "Lick me clean!

My part in this play was simple. I was to do exactly as I was told. My duty was to respond to the desires of my mistress. 

Last night, I started my oral love making by gently kissing the lips of Sandra's cunt. This morning my instructions weren't to kiss Sandra's cunt, my orders were to clean it. 

I started by licking the smooth skin to the right side of her pussy lips. I slowly worked my way down to the base of her cunt. I lingered on that little patch of skin between the bottom of Sandra's vagina and the beginning of her ass. As I lingered there, I had a strong desire to go lower. I can't really explain why, but for some reason I found the idea of exploring Sandra's ass with my tongue to be incredibly erotic. 

I didn't do it. I chickened out. I was afraid that Sandra would think I was some kind of pervert. 

As my tongue moved away from her ass and started its journey up the left side of her pussy, I thought I heard a sigh of disappointment from Sandra. 

When I reached the top of Sandra's cunt I placed my mouth over her clitoris and gave it a soft wet tongue bath. I could feel Sandra's muscles tighten from the pleasure she was feeling. 

We were both becoming increasingly excited. The game was becoming less important. It was time for pleasure. I moved my tongue to that wet crevasse between her pussy lips and started a long firm lick down to the base of her sex. 

When I reached the bottom of Sandra's cunt, my tongue was again treading that thin boundary between her pussy and her ass. I was on my knees on the floor between Sandra's legs. I could see her little anus tucked in the valley between her cheeks. It was so inviting. I was fascinated with the idea of tasting her there. 

I started to make little circles with my tongue in the space between Sandra's cunt and her ass. Each circle became a little bit larger and brought me a little bit closer to my secret goal. 

On my third circle, Sandra suddenly pulled her feet up off of the floor and put them on the bed. This raised her hips, spread her ass cheeks apart and placed her asshole directly in front of my face. 

"Do it Stevie. I can tell you want to. I want you to do it. I want to know what it feels like. Please do it for me. Even just a kiss would so hot." 

That was all the prompting I needed. I placed my lips against Sandra's asshole and kissed her. 

When she felt my lips make contact, she gasped with pleasure. Her fingers moved to her clitoris. She started to masturbate herself as I kissed her puckered little hole. 

"Baby that feels so nice. I love having my ass kissed. Use your tongue, give my asshole a French kiss." 

I pushed my tongue into Sandra's anus. I tasted her asshole for the very first time. I can't really explain why, but at that moment I felt like I could be happy spending the rest of my life on my knees licking this woman's ass. 

"Stevie this is so hot. Lick my asshole, push your tongue into me"

I forced my tongue deeper into Sandra's asshole.

"Yes, that's right, deeper! push it in deeper. I want to feel your tongue deep inside me. I want you to taste me." 

Sandra was frantically rubbing her clit while she was giving me directions. I felt her muscles start to tighten. The tension in her loins was building to a crescendo. She stopped moving. Suddenly her body erupted into an orgasm. She screamed and shook as the waves of pleasure cascaded through her torso. Her climax was so intense that I was actually afraid that something might be wrong. I pulled my tongue out of her ass and waited. Her orgasm lasted for almost a full minute. Finally, her muscles started to relax. I watched as her body went limp. Eventually, she fell back and laid still.

I wasn't sure what to do. I got worried. I pulled myself up on the bed next to her and asked, "Sandra are you okay?" 

She smiled at me and sat up. "Stevie, I feel wonderful." 

"Do you want me to go back down on you?" 

She laughed, "No sweetheart, that orgasm took a lot out of me. I think I need a little break." She closed her eyes and laid back down on the bed. 

I sat quietly and watched her for several minutes. She was relaxed, serene and happy. 

Finally she opened her eyes, looked at me and smiled. 

She pulled me down to the bed and kissed me. As she kissed me she reached down, took my tiny penis in her fingers and started to stroke me. It only took three strokes before I felt the familiar tingle in my loins and the little dribble of semen gushed out onto Sandra's fingers. 

Sandra brought her fingers to her lips just like she did last night, only this morning she stopped. She got a very wicked look in her eyes, put her clean hand behind my head and held me still while she pushed her semen covered fingers into my mouth. 

"Here's your final cleanup job. Lick my fingers nice and clean Stevie. Lick all of your cum off of them."

I did exactly as I was told.

When I was done, Sandra kissed me and said, "What a wonderful way to start the day, but now we have to get moving." 

As Sandra stood up and started for the bathroom, an overwhelming sense of sadness came over me. 

Sandra stopped when she noticed my expression. "Hey what's the matter babydoll?" 

"Nothing." 

She came back and sat down next to me again. "Tell me what's wrong sweetie." 

"Well its just that I am afraid I am not satisfying you." 

She laughed. "Baby I just had the most wonderful orgasm of my entire life." 

"Yes, but we didn't, well you know, we didn't make love." 

"Honey we just made love for over an hour." 

"Yes but we didn't, you know, do it." 

She laughed again. "Oh you mean we didn't fuck." She took me in her arms and held me. "Honey I can find guys with big cocks to fuck me any time I want. A sensitive lover like you is really rare." She kissed me on the forehead. "I think you're a wonderful lover." She kissed me again. "There, all better now?" 

I smiled at her. She was wonderful. Her words made me confident again. I was a wonderful lover. In my mind I kept hearing her words over and over again, I was a wonderful lover. I was a wonderful lover. 

It would be several weeks before I was to learn that there was a completely different way to interpret what Sandra had just said to me. 

She stood up and ran into the bathroom. Just like last night, she left the door open. I watched as she sat down on the toilet. While she was peeing she said, "Get dressed. You need to drive me home so that I can shower and get some clean clothes." 

She finished peeing, wiped her pussy and stood up. "I need to spend a couple of hours in the law library this afternoon. I have to study." 

She bent over and picked up her panties. As she was putting them on she said, "I like you a lot Stevie." She paused. "I think you like me to. I want to see you again soon. Will you take me to dinner tonight?" 

I was overjoyed. "I would love to take you to dinner tonight." I paused for a moment and mustered all of my courage. "Sandra, you're right. I really do like you a lot." 

"Come here Stevie. Take me in your arms. Kiss me." 

We kissed for several seconds. Finally Sandra broke it off. "Now we have to get busy." 

We finished dressing and I drove her to her apartment. We agreed that I would pick her up that evening at 7:30. I was to make an 8:00 dinner reservation at The Kensington Grill.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 04



Note: This story is the fourth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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If there is a Kensington Grill somewhere in the world, I ask them to please excuse me. The choice of the name was random. My stories are works of fiction. All of the people and institutions described in these stories are products of my imagination. Any similarity to actual people or places is unintentional and a coincidence

After I dropped Sandra off, I went downtown to one of our city's most exclusive jewelry stores. I was already in love. I wanted to buy Sandra a gift. 

They showed me a white gold necklace studded with diamonds and rubies. I loved it, it was perfect. It was also expensive, very expensive. I didn't care, I made a lot of money and never spent any of it. As I was making my purchase, the saleslady pointed out the matching earrings. I bought those to. They were also expensive. 

I went home and called for a dinner reservation. When I completed that task, I sat down and turned on a college football game. It was three o'clock, I had the rest of the afternoon to kill. Sometimes, the passage of time can be painfully slow. 

At six I started to get ready. I moved slowly. I wanted to use up as much time as possible. At seven I tied my tie, put on my sport jacket, grabbed my gift and walked out to my car. 

I took the long way to Sandra's. I pulled up in front of her apartment at seven twenty-eight. At seven thirty I rang her bell. 

Sandra opened the door. She as wearing a black sequined top, black panties, fishnet nylon stockings and black patent leather spike heeled pumps. She was gorgeous. 

I managed to stammer out, "You look beautiful." 

She smile and kissed me on the cheek. "You're sweet, please come in. I'm almost ready, I just have to put on my skirt." 

I held up my gift. "I bought you something today." 

"Really? Can I open it now?" 

"Yes, please." 

I watched her remove the wrapping paper and open the jewelry box. I smiled when she took out the necklace. 

"Its beautiful." She looked at me. "Stevie, are these stones real?" 

I nodded and said, "yes." I felt very proud. 

"Sweetheart, this must have cost you a fortune. I can't accept a gift like this." 

I grinned at her. "Yes you can. I make lots of money. I can easily afford this." I paused. "Sandra, it's very hard for me to say things to other people, especially women, especially beautiful women like you. I guess this is my way of trying to tell you how much I like you." 

Sandra laughed. "For a guy who can't talk to women, you just did a pretty good job." She shook her head. "Okay, you win." Sandra threw her arms around me and hugged me. "Stevie I love this necklace. It's beautiful. Its the most beautiful piece of jewelry that I have ever owned." 

She laughed. "You know that you're spoiling me." She laughed more. "I love guys who spoil me." She kissed me. As she kissed me she whispered into my ear, "I think that I am going to have to be really naughty with you tonight." 

I reached into my pocket and took out the small box with the earrings. " Oh by the way, these go with it." 

Sandra took the box and opened it. She stared at the earrings for a moment then looked up at me. "Stevie, they're beautiful. Can I wear them tonight?" 

My chest was swelling with pride. "I wish you would." 

She held up the necklace and turned around. "Do the clasp for me." 

I hooked the necklace. 

Sandra took off the earrings she'd been wearing and put on the new earrings.

When she had them on, she looked at me and posed. "Do you approve?" 

"Yes, very much." 

"Give me a minute." Sandra grabbed her skirt and slipped it on. She checked herself in the full length mirror and turned to me. "There, I'm ready to go." 

As we walked to the door, she stopped and picked up a small overnight bag. "I hope you don't mind, I'm bringing a bag with some extra clothes and my toothbrush. I'm hoping that I get to spend the night with you again." 

I laughed. "I am of hoping you do to."

The Kensington Grill is an institution in our community. Celebrities, politicians and business people all frequent the restaurant. It's been open for over 70 years and it continues to be very chic. It is also very expensive. 

The maitre d seated us at a table near the fireplace. Our waiter followed quickly and we ordered martini's. We sipped our drinks, chatted and surveyed the menu. 

We had a second round of martini's. When we placed our dinner orders. I ordered a bottle of wine. 

We talked and drank. Our appetizers came. Sandra told me about her life, I told her about mine. Time passed quickly. The wine was opened. As we drank more alcohol, the conversation became even more relaxed and easy. We got to know each other. 

We finished our dinners. We finished the bottle of wine. The waiter asked us about dessert. Both of us were full. We ordered cognacs instead. 

As we lingered over the cognac, Sandra looked at me and said, "Stevie I've enjoyed this weekend as much as any weekend I can ever remember. I have never been with a man who makes me feel as good as you make me feel. 

I started to say something, but Sandra held up her hand and stopped me. "No let me finish." 

She took a deep breath and continued. "Stevie I enjoy being with you. You're a lot of fun. I feel like I could sit and talk with you all night long. I think that in addition to being lovers, you and I are also becoming very good friends. I like that." 

I smiled at her and said, "I like that to." 

"But there's something else. You're the first guy I've gone out with who treats me like I'm something special. I like that Stevie. You put me up on a pedestal. You make me feel like I'm superior. You make me feel like a goddess." 

I didn't really know what to say, so I just smiled some more. 

"Stevie, most of the guys I know have to be in control. They want me to be submissive." She paused for a moment then started to laugh. "Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore being dominated by a hot masculine guy who knows how to take charge." She shook her head. "They get me really wet between my thighs." She smiled at me. "But sometimes, its nice to have it different." 

She thought for a moment. "Sometimes I want to be the dominant one. Sometimes I want to be the one in control. Stevie, you don't seem to mind if I take control. I like that, I like the fact that you'll let me be in control. I like the fact that you'll let me be the dominant one in our relationship." 

She sighed. "But I do go wild for those macho guys. " She laughed, "but that's not really a problem. They're easy to find. I can get one of those guys anytime I want." Sandra paused for a moment. "No, what am I saying?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Stevie, I don't know what to do. The truth is I love all guys." She looked at me. "Sweetheart I really have a hard time saying no to a guy." She thought for a moment, then she smiled at me. "No the problem is, I don't want to say no to a guy."

I must have looked kind of confused. In truth, I was very confused. I wasn't exactly sure what to make of what Sandra was saying to me. I didn't understand why she was talking about other guys. It didn't help that both of us were pretty tipsy.

Sandra noticed my expression and stopped. Suddenly there was a look of fear in her eyes. "Oh no! Please Stevie I don't want to scare you away." She took my hand and looked into my eyes. "Baby what I'm trying to say is that I like you a lot. I think I might be falling in love with you." 

All of the sudden everything she had just said became irrelevant. I only cared about one phrase. Sandra just told me that she might be falling in love with me. My heart soared. 

I held her gaze and squeezed her hand. "Sandra, I think I'm falling in love with you to." 

"Really?" 

"Yes, really." 

For a moment, we silently held hands and stared at each other. 

Sandra was the first to break the spell. "Stevie, I really liked it when you kissed my ass this morning." 

I had enough alcohol in me that Sandra's rather forward comment didn't disarm me too badly. In fact, I have to admit that it actually excited me. 

I smiled at her, "I liked doing it." 

"I was hoping you did." She stared at me. "When you did it, it made me feel really powerful. It made me feel like you were submitting to me. Did it make you feel that way?" Sandra looked directly into my eyes. "Stevie, when you kissed my ass this morning did you feel like you were submitting to me?" 

My first thought was that two large martini's, a half a bottle of wine and a large cognac certainly loosen up Sandra's inhibitions. 

I wasn't exactly sure what to say. For a moment I had a little debate with myself. 

I'm not going to try to tell you that I'd never had thoughts about submitting to a dominant woman. Quite frankly, it had been a pretty common masturbation fantasy for me since I was about 19. Still, its a big step to go from having a secret fantasy to revealing that fantasy to anyone, especially the woman you're falling in love with. 

I had to admit that I really did have fun that morning and the idea of being sexually submissive to Sandra was pretty exciting. Deep down inside, I knew what I wanted to say. I knew that I wanted to bare all of my secrets to this woman. 

It was also true that she was one hundred percent correct. In my mind that was exactly what I was doing this morning. 

I swallowed hard. The alcohol gave me the courage I needed. 

"Yes Sandra, that's exactly what I was thinking when I kissed you down there this morning." 

Sandra giggled. "Down there?" She looked in my eyes. "What does down there mean Stevie." Sandra was toying with me now.

I was embarrassed. I stared at the floor and played with my napkin.

"Come on Stevie, say it. Where did you kiss me this morning?"

I took a deep breath. "Your ass, I kissed your ass."

"Stevie, what part of my ass did you kiss?" Sandra wasn't going to let me off easy. 

I swallowed hard. "Your asshole. I kissed your asshole.

"That's right, but you didn't just kiss it did you. What else did you do Stevie?"

This was starting to get easier for me. I looked at Sandra and said, "I licked it. I licked your asshole."

Sandra grinned at me. "Yes you did sweetheart, and I loved it."

I smiled at her and said, "So did I."

Sandra smiled back at me. "Really? Oh baby, that is so hot." 

She leaned across the table. In a low whisper she said, "Stevie, I'm feeling like a really naughty girl right now. I want to take you home and make you my bitch. I want to ride your face while you eat my pussy and lick my asshole." 

I may have a tiny little dick, but at that moment it was solid granite. 

"I think I'd better find our server and settle our bill." 

Sandra smiled. It was a wicked smile. "Baby doll, Give me your credit card. I want to settle the bill with the waiter. I want him to know that I'm in charge." 

One of the things that I was to learn about Sandra is that she loves sex games and she gets right into playing them. 

I handed her my credit card and said, "Go for it Mistress Sandra." 

She laughed and said, "Oh my. I think that this might turn out to be a really kinky evening." 

She turned and surveyed the restaurant. She spotted our server and called to him. He came right over. He was a bit confused. He seemed to think that I was the one who should have summoned him. 

"Is everything all right Madam?" 

"Yes everything is fine. We would like our check." 

"Yes of course, right away madam." 

Sandra was in charge now. 

The waiter returned. She gave the bill a quick glance and handed him my credit card. 

When the waiter returned she took the credit card bill, added a tip to it and signed it. 

When she was done, she passed it back to the waiter and stood. "Come Stevie dear, Its time for us to go home." 

As we walked away from the table, I asked Sandra whose name she'd signed. She smiled at me and said, "Yours of course."

While we were leaving the restaurant, Sandra noticed a hallway that led to a private dining room. The lights were off, no one seemed to be in there.

Suddenly she grabbed me by the neck tie and said, "Follow me". 

She led me down the hallway and into the dining room. As she closed the door behind her she pushed me to my knees, lifted her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties away from her crotch. 

"Eat me, eat my pussy right here bitchboy." 

I was a little shocked and a little nervous. I'd lived a very conservative life. This was by far the wildest thing that I'd ever done. 

I started kissing and licking Sandra's cunt. It took about me about five minutes to bring her to an orgasm. I was a little worried because Sandra tends to be kind of a screamer when she cums, but she was able to keep herself under enough control that we avoided making a scene. 

When we were done, we ran to the valet parking booth and retrieved my car. As we drove out of the parking lot, we both broke out laughing. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 05



Note: This story is the fifth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

In the car we talked a little about what we were going to do when we got home. I told Sandra about some of my fantasies regarding dominant women and she told me about some of the things that excited her. 

When we got to my apartment, Sandra sat in my easy chair. I was about to sit on the couch when she snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot on the floor near her feet. 

"Kneel there." As I knelt down at her feet, she began. "Stevie, we need to establish a few ground rules. First and foremost, tonight you are not my equal. You are subservient to me in all ways. Is that perfectly clear and acceptable? If it is not you must tell me now and our evening will end." 

It was very acceptable to me and the last thing I wanted was to end this wonderful evening. 

"Yes Sandra, I accept that." 

"Good." She looked at me. "I will address you in any manner I choose." She paused to think. "Let me see, how should you address me? That mistress stuff is kind of hackneyed. I think you should call me Ms. Monroe. Yes, I like that. For the rest of the night, you are to call me Ms. Monroe. Do you understand?' 

"Yes Ms. Monroe." 

"Very good. Now, we are going to have to do some experimenting. We are going to want to find the things that we enjoy and the things that we don't enjoy.

Sandra laughed. "This is easy for me. I am going to demand that you do all the things that get me hot." 

She grabbed my face and held it firmly as she spoke. "Let there be no question about this, my pleasure is going to be of foremost importance tonight. Your pleasure will mainly be derived from pleasuring me. Is that clear bitch boy?" 

I tried to nod my head yes but Sandra was holding me too tightly. 

She smiled and let go of me. "Obviously, I want this to be fun for both of us so I think that we need a code so you can tell me when your having fun and when your not having fun." She thought for a moment. "Yes, that's a good idea, we need a little code and I know just what it should be." 

She looked at me intently. "Listen carefully. If I am doing something that you really like, something that you really want me to pursue, I want you to beg me not to do it. Hearing you begging me to stop will get me really turned on. If I'm doing something that hurts you or you find unpleasant." She stopped. "Now bear in mind, part of the fun is that I am going to make you do some unpleasant things, but if you really don't want me to do something or if I am inflicting too much pain, use the word dull. Will this work for you Stevie?" 

I looked up at Sandra and said, "Please Ms. Monroe I beg you not to call me names." 

Sandra laughed and playfully slapped the top of my head..

I smiled at her. "I understand your code very well. I will use the word dull if I really need to, but only if I really need to. 

"Alright wimp, enough talk." Sandra stood up. "Undress me." 

Our first evening of kinky sex began. Some of the things we tried got us both really hot. Some of the games we tried made us both laugh. 

Sandra's code kind of worked, but the truth was, we weren't doing anything that was all that bizarre so we really didn't need a code. It did get to be pretty hot when I would start begging Sandra not to do something that I was enjoying and she would pretend to be a ruthless bitch and "force" me do it anyway. 

We finished the evening with Sandra riding my face while I laid on my back on the bed . This was really good position for her, because she got to control where I had my tongue. If she rocked forward I was licking her cunt and if she rocked back I was licking her ass. I brought her to three orgasms while we were doing that. After her last orgasm, she leaned forward, took my cock in her fingers and jacked me off. As usual it took about three strokes and I came all over her fingers. This time however, she didn't lick up any of my cum. She simply put her messy fingers into my mouth and had me do all of the cleaning by myself. 

When I was done, we both collapsed into each others arms. It had been a very big day for us. We were tired and we needed to sleep. 

When I kissed Sandra goodnight, she whispered into my ear. "I love you Stevie. I want to stay with you. I think I want to stay with you forever." 

I gently kissed her on the forehead and said, "I love you to Sandra and I would love to stay with you forever."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 06



Note: This story is the sixth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

The next three weeks were wonderful. Sandra did partially move in with me, but she also kept her half of her apartment with Julie. She spent three nights a week with me and the other four staying with Julie. 

Sandra told me that those four nights were her study nights. She contended that because of its proximity to the law school, her old apartment was a more convenient place for her to stay on her study nights 

I didn't care. As far as I was concerned, everything was wonderful. The three nights a week that Sandra spent with me were heaven. 

Our sex life was magnificent. Some nights we had "kinky sex" and some nights we made love in our "usual way". Our "usual way" involved Sandra lying on her back relaxing on the bed while I licked her to several orgasms. When she was completely satisfied Sandra would make me cum by giving my little penis a few quick strokes, then we would fall asleep in each others arms.

As time passed, Sandra and I learned more about each other. As we became better acquainted we grew even closer. In addition to being lovers, we became very close friends. We spent hours talking and laughing. We started playing golf together on Saturday afternoons. On Sundays we did the New York Times Crossword puzzle in the morning and watched professional football during the afternoon. 

We also started to socialize with Bill and Cindy Johanson. 

I went to college with Bill and Cindy. They were my closest friends. Shortly after we started dating, Sandra and I went out to dinner with them. Cindy and Sandra liked each other immediately. They quickly became friends. This was nice for Bill and I because it made it easier for us to get together. 

Things were going so well. 

Sadly it all came to an abrupt halt on the last Thursday in September. 

I had just bought a new driver. If you don't play golf a driver is a golf club, an expensive golf club. 

Tyler Cummings, the guy who had hosted the party where Sandra and I first met, told me that he wanted to try my old driver. He thought that he might like to buy it. That was fine with me. I was actually willing to give it him. He was a good friend of mine and I really didn't need the money. 

I got done with work a little early on that Thursday. It was a study day for Sandra so she was going to be staying at her apartment that night. I really didn't have anything to do so I decided to drop by Tyler's place and give him the golf club. 

As I pulled up in front of his town house, I was pleasantly surprised to see that Sandra's car was parked in front of Tyler's garage door. Sandra had mentioned that she and Tyler frequently studied together, so I assumed that was what they were doing. 

I was happy as I got out of the car. I wouldn't stay long, I didn't want to interrupt their studying, but it was still going to be a nice little bonus to see Sandra. 

I rang the doorbell and waited. No one answered. I rang again, still no one answered. Maybe they were out on the patio. They had to be there, that was definitely Sandra's car in the driveway. I pounded on the door. 

Finally, I heard movement in the living room. 

The door partially opened. Tyler was wearing his bathrobe. He stood in the doorway. He didn't invite me in. 

"Hey Ty, I was in the neighborhood and I thought I would drop this driver off for you." I handed him the golf club. 

He took it and said, "Thanks Stevie. Hey listen buddy, I'd invite you in but this isn't a very good time for me. I'm kind of entertaining a girl right now. You know what I mean?" 

I got kind of puzzled. "Okay, I understand, but Ty then where's Sandra? 

"What do you mean Stevie? I haven't seen Sandra." 

"Ty, that's her car in your driveway." 

"Oh yeah, I guess it is. Listen Stevie..." 

"Stevie?" It was Sandra's voice. I pushed the front door open. She was standing in Ty's bedroom door. She was naked. 

"Stevie, I can explain." 

I looked at her for a moment then I said, "What, you were studying and you spilled some food on your clothes so you had to put everything in the washer and study naked?" 

I turned back to Ty. "I thought you were my friend." 

He laughed. "Stevie, you are my friend, but listen to me. Sandra and I met last year during the opening week of law school. We've been fuck buddies ever since. We get together at least twice a week just to screw." He laughed again. "Hell from what I hear she's not getting anything from you." 

"Ty stop it. You not helping." 

"Not helping? Sandra he has a right to know." 

I looked at both of them. "Know what Ty. What do I have a right to know." 

"Please Ty, I beg you don't do this." 

"Stevie your girlfriend is the law school slut. She's banging about a third of the student body and at least four professors. Why do you think she has to have all those "study nights." 

I looked at Sandra. "Is this true?" 

She hung her head. "Yes its true. I tried to tell you that first Saturday night at the restaurant, but I couldn't. I was afraid I'd scare you away. Stevie, I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out this way." 

I was hurt. I was confused. I didn't know what to do or say. I turned and walked out of Ty's living room. 

As I walked to my car I heard Sandra at Ty's front door. 

"Please Stevie, Don't go. I love you." 

As I got into my car I looked back at Ty's town house. Sandra was standing on the front steps. She was still naked.

I put my car into gear and drove off.

I Started to drive. I wasn't going anywhere. There really wasn't anyplace to go, so I just kept driving.

After several hours it started to get dark. I didn't care. I just kept driving. 

I couldn't get the image of Sandra standing naked in Ty's bedroom door out of my head. I couldn't focus on anything but that image. Driving seemed to help a little, so I just kept driving. 

About 10:00 I realized that I was getting hungry. I found a gas station that had a fast food outlet attached to it. I used the bathroom, got something to eat and filled my gas tank. I got back into my car and started to drive again. 

About midnight I decided to call my old friend Larry in California. It was only 10:00 there. He would still be up. I turned on my cell phone. 

There were three messages from Sandra. There was also one from Bill and Cindy. I deleted the messages from Sandra and listened to the one from Bill and Cindy. They'd heard about what happened. Sandra had called them. They said she was frantic. She didn't know what to do, she just didn't want to lose me. 

Yeah right. 

I called Larry. He was up. I didn't mention Sandra. He didn't ask about her. Good old Larry, he never could pay much attention to peoples personal lives. That was why I called him. I wasn't ready to pour my heart out, I just wanted to hear a friendly voice. 

We talked football for about 20 minutes. It was just what I needed. When we finished our conversation I turned off my telephone and headed home. I'd had enough driving. 

I'd spent most of the night driving in circles, so I actually never went very far. I pulled up in front of my apartment in about 20 minutes. I checked my messages. There were four from Sandra and two from Bill and Cindy. I skipped all of them. 

I poured myself three fingers of scotch and turned on my computer. I decided that a little porn might take my mind off of the days events. 

I started with the sites dealing with dominant women. Lately, they had become my favorites. Tonight they left me cold. I guess that they just reminded me too much of Sandra and I and some of the games we played. 

I found a site that provided general picture galleries and movie clips. I clicked on a set of pictures showing a young good looking couple having sex. They reminded me of Sandra and Ty. I looked at the pictures. As I enlarged each one I started to imagine that these two really were Sandra and Ty. 

The funny thing was, that as I looked at the pictures, I didn't feel sad. In fact, my feelings were almost the exact opposite. I got excited. It didn't seem right to me. I was completely baffled by it, but there was no denying it, I had an erection. 

I enlarged another picture. The beautiful blonde who looked just like Sandra was holding this guy's huge cock and licking the shaft. 

Ty and I lived in the same dormitory in college. I'd seen his cock many times while he showered in the large community bathroom. He was hung. He had a cock that must have been at least nine inches long. It was easy to understand why Sandra picked him as a fuck buddy. 

I flipped through all of the pictures. I selected several that I really liked and downloaded them to my hard drive. 

I closed the web site and opened up two of the pictures. I already described the first one to you. It was the picture that showed Sandra (the woman who looked like Sandra) licking the shaft of Ty's huge cock. 

The second picture showed my pretend Sandra lowering herself onto Ty's erect penis. It was her expression that really caught my attention. She seemed to be almost sneering at me. It was like she was saying, I am your dominant girlfriend. This is my right wimpboy. 

Wow, as I was looking at the picture I realized that in my mind I was meshing the submissive/dominant relationship that Sandra and I had with her infidelity. 

I was really confused by these feelings. I wasn't at all sure that I wanted to have this reaction, but I couldn't deny the facts. Looking at these two pictures and imagining that they were Sandra and Ty was getting me very aroused. 

I unzipped my pants, took out my little penis and started to stroke myself while I looked at the pictures. As I masturbated, I imagined Sandra licking and sucking Ty's huge cock. Then I imagined her mounting him and riding his enormous dick while she had several screaming orgasms. 

As I heard those imagined screams of ecstasy, my own little cock squirted its dribblet of semen all over my fingers. 

I sat for a moment. What was going on in my mind? This was all way too confusing. I decided that it was time for bed. Maybe a little sleep and a new day would help me understand all of this.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 07



Note: This story is the seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters and businesses mentioned are products of my imagination.

To the best of my knowledge, Bentine Pharmaceuticals does not exist. If any person or company named in this story bears any resemblance to a real person or company it is coincidental and unintended by me.

The next morning I allowed myself to sleep in for an extra hour. I really didn't want to take the day off. I needed to go to the office. I had to try to get my mind off of Sandra. 

I also had a lot of work to do. 

Early in this story I briefly alluded to what I do for a living. I work for an investment firm. You could say that I am a stockbroker, but that really wouldn't be accurate. 

I was hired as a stockbroker, but my firm quickly learned that I had other talents. You might say that I am an investment researcher. I start by reading medical, pharmaceutical and technical journals. I'm searching for people making new discoveries and creating new products. 

When I find an interesting group of people, I start to investigate them. I try to find answers to key questions. How well organized are they. How much management skill do they have. How good is their idea. Do they have enough financial resources to get off the ground. When I find a group that looks promising, I put them on a watch list. 

I currently have 124 separate groups on this watch list. I regularly monitor their progress and alert and advise my associates when these companies become viable investment opportunities. 

The first task I had when I got into work on Friday morning was to check on the progress of Bentine Pharmaceuticals. 

Bentine was potentially the best find of my career. I read about them in a pharmaceutical journal about a year ago. They had discovered a new pain reliever. Their first studies were incredibly encouraging. There was a possibility that this was a miracle drug. 

I put them on my watch list. Nine months ago the company went public. The first stock offering was at $4.00 per share. I advised our clients to invest. 

I also invested. Now I may be young, but I work hard. By the time I graduated from college I had bought, rehabed and sold 4 houses. 

I also own three apartment buildings. I currently live in one of them. 

I had resources. I decided that Bentine was an excellent gamble. I borrowed money and liquidated assets. I raised over $400,000 and invested it all in Bentine. I personally bought a 100,000 shares. 

I am not the only person that does what I do. Within 3 weeks the price of Bentine stock hit $30.00 per share. When it got to $34.00 I sold 15,000 shares and paid off my debts. The stock leveled off at that price and has stayed there for the last 8 months. 

Three months ago the company submitted the data on their pain reliever, now commonly referred to as Bentine, to the FDA. They are seeking the right to manufacture and sell it. 

FDA approval is expected within the next two weeks. If Bentine is approved, the company becomes very stable and the mutual funds will move in. The price of Bentine stock will sky rocket and I will have made many of my firm's clients and myself very rich people. 

I checked the news releases and the Bentine Pharmaceutical web site. There was still no word. The answer from the FDA was still expected soon, but no one was exactly sure how soon. 

I turned my attention to other projects. I was scheduled to visit a new tech company in Dallas next week. I was just opening their file when my telephone rang. 

"Stevie, this is Cindy. We have been trying to reach you. Are you okay? Sandra called us last night and told us what happened. Stevie, Bill and I are both so sorry. Were really worried about you. Are you okay?" 

"Cindy, slow down. Yes, I'm okay. I'm feeling pretty sad right now, but don't worry about me. I'm a tough guy. I'll get through this." 

"Stevie, we know you will, but Bill and I are still worried." 

"Well thank you, I appreciate your concern, but I'll be all right." 

"Stevie, Sandra came to our house last night. She's completely broken up about this. She really likes you." 

"Yeah well it appears that she really likes Ty Cummings and a lot of other guys to." 

"I know Stevie. She's no angel, and she hurt you, but she spent a lot of time crying at our house last night." 

"Hey I spent some time crying last night to." 

I understand. You're hurt and your mad. I don't blame you. I just want you to know that she also feels really bad." 

"Thanks Cindy. I appreciate your concern." 

"Stevie, Bill and I are having a little dinner party next Tuesday. We want you to be there. We want to see you. Can you make it?" 

I looked at my calendar. I was relieved to see that I was scheduled to be in Dallas Tuesday night. I liked Bill and Cindy, but I wasn't quite ready for a dinner party. 

"Hey Cindy, I would love to, but Tuesday night I'm scheduled to be in Dallas on business. Sorry, maybe another time." 

"Okay, but well miss you. I'll have Bill call you. Maybe the two of you can play golf this weekend." 

"I would love that Cindy, tell him to call." 

"I will. Bye Stevie" 

"Bye Cindy." 

I hung up the telephone and went back to work. 

I worked quickly and got out of the office by 3:00. I was at the golf course by 3:30 and got in nine holes before it got dark. 

Saturday and Sunday I played 36 holes each day. It was a good healthy way to keep my mind off of Sandra. Cindy did let Bill out of the house and my first 18 holes on Sunday were with him. Bill's my best friend. It was fun to play golf with him. 

Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday night were tough. Sandra and I usually spent those nights together. 

Each night I followed the same pattern. I cooked a nice dinner and tried to watch a movie. Eventually I gave up on the movie and went back to the internet porn sites. 

I started looking for cheating wife sites. I found them. They led me to the cuckold sites. I read and I learned. I was still confused, but a seed was being planted. It was still open to question as to whether or not the seed would sprout and flourish, but the seed was there. The idea of allowing myself to become a cuckold was becoming more and more interesting. 

I finished each evening looking at pictures and movie clips of couples having sex. I sought out women who reminded me of Sandra.

Monday was a quiet day at the office. There was still no word about Bentine Pharmaceuticals. I read some journals and contacted some clients. I left work at three and got in 9 holes of golf. 

Monday night I went to bed early and got a good nights sleep. It was my first really good night of sleep since the confrontation at Ty Cumming's town house. 

Tuesday was busier. My plane was leaving for Dallas at 3:00. I spent the morning in my office cleaning up loose ends before I had to go. 

It was 12:30. I was just packing my brief case for my trip when Arnie Turner, one of the firms three partners, walked into my office. 

"The Bentine web site just put out a bulletin. The FDA is going to make its announcement about Bentine at 8:00 am tomorrow morning" 

I set my brief case down. "I think that I'd better delay my trip." 

"My secretary has already called Dallas. Your visit has been rescheduled for next week. Janice is on the telephone with the airlines changing your flight right now." 

"Thanks Arnie." 

"You're welcome. Let's get busy. We have lots of clients to contact this afternoon." 

I spent the next three hours making nonstop telephone calls. Our clients owned a considerable quantity of Bentine stock. We were advising them to be ready to start selling it sometime tomorrow afternoon. 

About four o'clock I took a break. I was sitting back with my feet on my desk drinking a diet soda when I remembered Bill and Cindy's dinner party. I still didn't want to go, but they were my best friends. I felt obligated to call them and tell them that I was going to be in town. 

I placed the call. Cindy answered. 

"Hello." 

"Hi Cindy." 

"Hi Stevie. I thought you would be on your way to Dallas by now." 

"No, that's why I'm calling. Something came up. My trip has been postponed until next week. I'm checking to see if tonight's dinner invitation is still open." 

There was a long pause. "Gosh Stevie, um I don't know. Let me think." 

I picked up on her hesitation. "Hey Cindy, its okay. If you've filled the table I understand. We can make it another time." 

Suddenly her tone changed. "No Stevie, you're our best friend. There is always room for you at our dinner table. I'll make it work. Its just that......" 

"What, what's the matter?" 

"Oh nothing Stevie. Don't mind me. I just get nervous over little things. I'll work it out. Listen we would love to have you join us for dinner. Cocktails at 7:00 and dinner at 8:00 okay?" 

"I'll be there Cindy." 

"Good, Bill will be happy to hear you're coming. Bye see you at 7:00." 

"Bye Cindy." 

I picked up the telephone and got busy again. I didn't finish my last call until 6:00. 

I cleaned off my desk and rushed home. 

I took a quick shower and put on a clean shirt and tie. 

I looked at my watch. It was almost 7:00. I was running a little late. I hurried out the door. 

On my way over, I took an extra moment to stop at a liquor store to pick up a bottle of wine. I wanted to bring Cindy a hostess gift.

I looked at my watch as I pulled up in front of Bill and Cindy's house. It was 7:15. I was just a little bit late. 

Bill opened the door before I had a chance to ring the bell. 

"Hey buddy, I'm glad you could make it. Come on in." 

I stepped into the front hall. 

"Listen Stevie, I have to warn you...." 

"Hi stevie." It was Cindy. It was obvious that she had already had a couple of martinis. She was pretty loose. 

"Hi Cindy. Thanks for including me at the last minute." I held out the bottle of wine. "For the hostess." 

She took the gift and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks Stevie, you're sweet. Come into the living room, I have some people I want you to meet." 

As I followed Cindy into the living room I heard Bill behind me saying, "Stevie wait just a minute." 

Unfortunately he was a little too late. When I entered the living room, I looked around and stopped dead in my tracks. There were three couples seated there. 

It was the couple on the couch that drew my attention. A distinguished looking man in his mid thirties was seated at the end of the sofa. Sandra was snuggled up next to him. Her legs were curled under her and her arm was draped around his shoulder. 

Sandra hadn't noticed me. Her attention was focused on her date. She turned as Cindy started to introduce me. 

I could see a moment of confusion in her eyes as she recognized me. Her expression quickly turned to a look of horror. She was like a kid who was caught being bad. She sat up straight, put her feet on the floor and moved away from her date. 

I was frozen. I couldn't move. Finally, I realized that Cindy was introducing me to everyone. 

I sort of nodded to each person as Cindy said their name. When she got to Sandra's date she said, "This is Roger Franklin. Roger is a professor at the law school." 

We nodded to each other. Cindy finished the introductions by saying, "And of course you know Sandra." 

I just kind of mechanically nodded. Sandra stared at the floor. She couldn't even look at me." 

I stood like a dummy for several seconds. The situation was incredibly awkward. 

I was a single person at a party with four couples. That was embarrassing enough. Still, I might have been able to endure that, but I could not stomach the idea of spending the evening watching Sandra as she sat with this incredibly handsome man. Knowing that it was likely that she was going to let him fuck her later that night made it even more painful. I knew that I had to get out of there as quickly as I could. 

I turned and went back into the front hall. Bill stopped me. 

"I'm sorry buddy. I got home late from work. I just found out you were coming a few minutes before you got here. I tried to warn you when you came in. Cindy feels awful. She didn't know what to do. You might notice that she resolved it by having three martini's" 

"Hey Bill, It's all my fault. I put Cindy in a bad spot when I called her so late in the day. Listen, you're my best friends. I know you would never deliberately do anything to hurt me." 

We nodded at each other. 

"But hey, you understand that I can't do this, not tonight, not this soon, Okay?" 

"Yea I understand buddy. I am sorry we got you into this." 

"Don't worry, I already said it was all my fault." 

"You gonna be okay?" 

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Give my regrets to Cindy." 

"Okay, I'll call you." 

He closed the door behind me and I started walking to my car. I was halfway down the side walk when I heard the front door open again. 

I turned, Sandra was running to me. "Stevie wait. I have to talk to you." 

She stopped when she was right next to me. "Stevie, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming. Please believe me, I never would have brought Roger if I knew you were going to be here. Cindy told me you were going to Dallas. I don't want to hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you." 

She took my hand. "I'm really glad I got to see you. I miss you so much." 

"I miss you to Sandra." 

I let go of her hand. 

As I walked the rest of the way to my car, she said, "Stevie I still love you." 

I turned and smiled at her. "I still love you to Sandra." 

As I got into my car she said, "Really?" 

I looked at her and said, "Yes really." 

She stood at the curb watching as I drove away.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 08



Note: This story is the eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

I drove straight home. I was upset, but nowhere near as upset as I had been last Thursday. I guess that I was getting used to the idea of Sandra seeing other guys. 

As I drove I became increasingly aware of the fact that I was actually more aroused than upset.

Suddenly, a very strange thought came into my head. 

While I was standing in Bill and Cindy's living room, I'd felt like I couldn't possibly tolerate the humiliation and pain of watching Sandra as she cuddled and fawned over this other man. 

Now, in the car going home, I started to think about how exciting it would have been if I'd been forced to sit there and watch while the woman I loved cuddled and fawned over her date for the evening. 

As I thought about this, I realized that it might have been even more humiliating and erotic if Sandra and I were married. I imagined everyone at the dinner chuckling behind my back as they watched my wife brazenly cheating on me with another man. 

Somewhere deep inside of me, I began to think that maybe I would enjoy having Sandra humiliate me by openly sleeping with other men. 

What was wrong with me. When did humiliation become erotic for me. 

Was this some form of masochism? Was humiliation my pain? 

I pulled up in front of my apartment and parked my car. I shook my head. This was all very confusing. As I got out, I realized that I was certain about one thing. There was no denying the fact that once again I was excited by the idea of Sandra dating another man.

I hurried into to my apartment, sat down on my couch, unzipped my pants and took out my little cock. I closed my eyes and started to stroke my penis while I formed a mental image of Sandra and her date.

I didn't need dirty pictures from the internet. Tonight, my own imagination was better. 

The picture in my mind was very clear. I could see Roger and Sandra leaving the party early. On the way to his car they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. 

When they got into the car, Roger took Sandra into his arms and kissed her. As they kissed, Sandra's hand moved to Rogers crotch. She unzipped his pants and took out his monstrous cock. 

Roger broke off their kiss. He wanted Sandra in his bed. He put his car into gear and started to drive to his house. While he drove, Sandra went down on him. It took all of Roger's concentration to keep his focus on his driving while Sandra was giving him head. 

When they arrived at Roger's apartment they hurried inside. They were aroused. They were excited. They wanted pleasure. 

Once inside his apartment they tore each other clothes off as they made their way to Roger's bedroom. 

In the bedroom Sandra pushed her lover onto the bed and laid down beside him. She took his massive cock in her hands and started to stroke it and kiss it. 

When she put Roger's huge erection into her mouth, he started to finger her sopping pussy. 

Their excitement was growing, it was becoming nearly unendurable. They both needed satisfaction. 

Sandra wanted Roger's huge phallus inside of her. She climbed on top of him and slowly impaled herself on his magnificent spear. She loved the way that it stretched her and filled her as it penetrated to the depths of her womb. 

Once Roger's huge cock was completely inside her, Sandra started to move up and down. She closed her eyes as she slowly fucked her lover. The pleasure was almost excruciating for her. 

As Sandra quickened her pace, their passion grew. 

Roger decided it was time for him to take control. He lifted Sandra off of his cock and rolled her onto her back. As she spread her legs for him, Roger mounted Sandra and pushed his erect cock back into her sopping wet vagina. 

Roger was on top of Sandra. His cock was buried deep inside of her cunt. He was in control. He was now the one doing the fucking. His thrusts were deep and hard. He wasn't being a gentle lover. He was rough and Sandra loved it. They weren't making love anymore, they were screwing. 

Their pace quickened. Sandra wrapped her legs around Rogers back. She moved her hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts. She was in ecstasy. She wanted this to go on forever. Suddenly she felt her lover's muscles tighten. She knew what was coming. She bucked harder. She felt the tension in her own muscles begin to grow. Her pleasure intensified. Suddenly she felt Roger's semen shooting into the back of her womb. That was all she needed. Sandra screamed as her body erupted into a volcanic orgasm. 

Suddenly, I felt my own tiny penis stiffen. The familiar wave of pleasure pulsed through my own body as my tiny cocklet squirted its little dribble of semen onto my fingers. 

As I relaxed and melted into my chair, I imagined Sandra and Roger cuddled together on the bed. This other man's softening cock was still buried deep inside the cum filled womb of the woman I loved.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 09



Note: This story is the ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

I got to work by 7:00 the next morning. This was going to be a big day for me. The office was alive with activity. People were making last minute telephone calls and sending off emails. 

I got a cup of coffee and sat at my desk reading journals. My preparations for the day were already complete. 

At 7:55 we all gathered in the conference room. The FDA announcement would be made on several internet web sites. We were monitoring all of them. 

The announcement came shortly after 8:00 am. Bentine was approved for manufacture and sale. A cheer went up in the room. 

Now the experienced brokers took over. When trading started they watched the trends. The price of Bentine Pharmaceutical stock shot from $37.00 per share to $64.00 a share in less than 15 minutes. Some of the younger brokers, including me, started to get excited. Arnie Turner put his hand up. The group quieted. "Everyone relax, this is just the first wave of buying. These are people looking for a quick profit. The heavy hitters won't get in for a while yet. 

We still couldn't squash our excitement. The experienced traders kept telling us to calm down and be patient. Finally Avery Patterson, the senior partner stood up. "Everyone go back to your desks. Make some telephone calls, read your email or look at some new projects. Arnie is right, the long term investors won't start making their moves until lunchtime." Avery and Arnie herded everyone out and closed the conference room.

I followed their directions and returned to my office. I sat down at my desk and decided to check my email. I had 14 messages. 

The eighth message caught my attention. It was from SMonroe. That was Sandra.

I opened it up and started to read. 

Stevie 

I am so sorry about last night. I really didn't know you were coming. When you told Cindy that you were going to be out of town, she immediately called and invited me. Cindy and I have become very good friends in the past few weeks. We call each other daily. 

She told me that she and Bill and two other couples would be there, so she asked me to bring a date. 

I called Roger. Before I met you, he was the guy I used for social situations like this one. He's a law school professor and good at party conversation. Yes, I do sleep with him. He has been one of my regular lovers for over a year now. I'm not telling you this to hurt you, I just imagined that you were wondering and I have made a promise to myself that no matter what else happens, I will never lie to you or hide the truth from you again. 

Sweetheart, you really put Cindy in a tizzy when you called her yesterday afternoon. 

I know you, I understand exactly why you called. They're your best friends and you were actually going to be in town. You felt obligated to let them know you were available. Its one of your best qualities. You are completely loyal to your friends. Honey this is one of the many reasons that I have fallen madly in love with you. 

I talked with Cindy for a while after you left. By the way, if you didn't notice, she was really drunk. Cindy apologized over and over again. She told me that when you called she didn't know what to do. Both of us are her good friends. She didn't want to tell either of us to not come. 

She tried to call Bill, but he was out of his office. She tried to call him on his cell phone, but it was off. When he got home she learned that he'd turned it off because he was in an important meeting. 

She decided to make herself a martini to calm her nerves. The first one didn't really help so she made a second one. 

Bill got home just before the party started. By that time Cindy was already looped. 

You know the rest. 

Stevie, if you get a chance today, give Cindy a call. She thinks you must hate her. 

The party sort of fizzled after you left. Cindy was drunk and kind of weepy. Bill took over as host. We ate dinner quietly and all of us left right after dessert. 

I made Roger take me straight home. I didn't want to sleep with him last night. He wanted to come up to my apartment, but I wouldn't let him. I know myself too well. I knew that if I had let him come up it would have just been a matter of time before he had his hands in my panties. 

He was kind of pissed when he left, but he'll get over it. 

Stevie, I am really sorry about everything that has happened. I don't know why I am the way I am. I guess Ty was right, I really am a slut. 

Before I met you, I didn't care. I didn't see anything wrong with what I did. If I chose to sleep with lots of guys, that was my business. I wasn't hurting anybody. 

Then you came along. I was completely blindsided by you. I just like being with you so much. You're fun and sensitive and listen to what I have to say. 

Honey, you swept me off my feet. 

I tried to stop messing around, but that first Sunday night after you took me home, this guy Larry who I had been seeing from time to time stopped by the apartment. We were sitting on the couch, I was trying to tell him that I wasn't going to see him anymore. 

He told me that he understood, Then he touched my hair and stroked my face. He started to tell me how beautiful I was. His hand slipped to my breast. I knew that I had to stop him, but I really didn't want to. 

Stevie, that's the problem. I really love sex. I really love having sex with lots of guys. I don't want to stop. 

Before I knew it, I was naked and on my knees sucking Larry's cock. 

I suppose that I am hurting you by telling you this. That isn't my intention. I just think that if we ever do get to have any kind of a relationship, it has to be based on trust and honesty. 

Stevie, I am so sorry that I lied to you. I promise that no matter what happens, I will never lie to you again. 

After the day you found me at Ty's town house, I tried to stop again. I was desperate. Baby, I love you so much. 

I lasted for three days. Monday morning I was in Bob Downing's office. Bob is another law school professor. Ty exaggerated, I am only sleeping with two professors, Roger and Bob. 

Bob is older, he's almost 50, but he's really handsome. He's also very dominant. 

Remember that night in the restaurant, I tried to explain to you that sometimes I like being dominated by a really tough masculine guy. I was fairly certain that you didn't understand me at the time, we were both pretty spiffed by then. That was also when I tried to tell you about the other guys. I guess I didn't do a very good job. 

I was in Bob's office. He came onto me. I tried to tell him that I wasn't going to do that stuff anymore. He grabbed me. He knew that we both liked rough sex and he thought I was playing with him. 

He tore my blouse open and forced me to my knees. Stevie, I am sorry, but I melted. I unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers. I started licking his balls. He really likes that. I sucked his cock for a while and then he threw me on his desk, pulled my jeans and panties down and fucked me. 

Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but I had three orgasms while Bob fucked me. I really enjoyed it. That's the problem. 

I don't know what to tell you. I love you, I love you so much. But I also know that I can never promise to be faithful to you. Oh I can tell you that I will try, but I know that sooner or later some hot guy will come along and before I know it I'll be sucking his cock. 

I can't blame you for not wanting to see me right now. I know that my behavior has made both of our lives miserable. I am sorry. 

Stevie, at night I dream about you. I dream about being your wife and sharing my life with you. I wish that I could promise to be faithful to you, but I know I can never do that. That's a promise that I am unable to keep. My only hope is that if I am totally honest with you, someday you might find it in your heart to forgive me so that we can be friends again. 

Baby I dream of being your wife, but if I can't have that, I would like to at least be your friend. 

Love Sandra 

I sat very quietly for awhile after reading the letter. I knew that I loved Sandra. 

Her email said that she dreamed of being my wife. I was thrilled. I wasn't sure exactly how it could happen, but I knew that was also my dream. 

I typed a quick reply. 

Sandra 

We share the same dream. I just wish I knew how we could make it happen. 

Love Stevie 

After I sent the reply, I called Cindy. She sounded hung over. I told her that I wasn't mad at her. I understood her motives and loved her because she was such a good friend. I also told her that it was really all my fault because I called her so late. 

She sounded much better when we hung up. 

I read the rest of my emails and tried to read some journals. I couldn't concentrate. I kept going back to Sandra's email and rereading it.

I looked at the clock on my desk. It was 1:00 pm. 

Just as I was starting to wonder what was happening with Bentine Pharmaceuticals, my friend Scott poked his head into my office.

"C'mon Stevie, the bosses bought lunch. There's soup and sandwiches in the conference room." 

I walked down the hall with him. When we got to the conference room it was full of people. I got a sandwich and a cup of soup. 

Arnie Turner came into the room. He looked at everyone and said, "Its starting." 

Scott explained to me that the price of Bentine stock had hovered in the 60's all morning. Now as we watched the computer monitors, we saw that it was starting to rise. 

We all ate quickly. When the price hit $80.00 per share people started to slap each other on the back. 

"Calm down, were not done yet." It was Avery Patterson. None of us had seen him slip into the back of the room. 

The price rose to $86.00 and stayed there for about a half hour. People started whispering. The price dropped to $82.00. Everyone turned and looked at Avery. 

He smiled. "Everyone, just hang in there. Be patient." There was an electric tension in the room. Everyone had money in this stock. 

We continued to watch. All of us were nervous. Suddenly the stock price started to rise again. It jumped back to $86 and kept right on going up. It took less than 5 minutes for the price to break $90.00 a share. It continued going up. When it hit $96.00 per share, Avery said, "Brokers get to your computers. Its time to start selling." 

Everyone made a mad dash for their office. 

I sold my clients stock first. Most of them got $95 or $96 per share. By the time I sold my stock the price had dipped to $94. 

When I finished my last sale I sat back and took a deep breath. As I started to relax, I realized for the first time what had just happened. I took out a paper and pencil. I had just sold 85,000 shares of Bentine stock for $94.00 per share. I had already paid off the debts I incurred when I bought the stock, so I owned it free and clear when I sold it. 

I did the multiplication. The total value of my stock when I sold it was almost 8 million dollars. 

The government was going to take at least half in taxes, but so what. That still left me with between 3 and 4 million dollars in pure profit. I know that a million dollars isn't what it used to be, but still it felt good being able to say that I was now a millionaire. 

Not bad for a 25 year old kid from the midwest. 

I went back to the conference room. I was a hero. Bentine was my find. Everyone was patting me on the back. 

A dozen bottles of champagne and a tray of glasses appeared on the conference table. People started filling the glasses and passing them around. When everyone had a glass, the entire firm, including the three partners turned to me and drank a toast in my honor. 

I felt really proud. My only regret was that Sandra wasn't with me to share this moment.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 10



Note: This story is the tenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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The party in the conference room broke up pretty fast. Everyone wanted to get home to tell their spouses or friends about our good fortune. 

I left and headed for my apartment. I was feeling kind of blue. I really didn't have anyone to share the joy of today's triumph. 

On the way home I decided that even if I was going to be alone, I still had to have some kind of celebration. I stopped at my favorite liquor store and bought two bottles of Dom Perignon champagne. They cost a $135.00 each. I really can't explain why I bought two. I guess I did it because I could. 

It was about 6:30 when I walked into my apartment. I didn't feel like cooking so I pulled some lasagna from the freezer and stuck it into the microwave. 

I put the champagne on ice and went into the bedroom to change my clothes. 

When I got back to the living room, I opened one of the bottles of champagne and turned on the television. I ate my Lasagna and drank champagne while I watched a rerun of "Friends". 

I was just putting my dinner dishes into the dishwasher when I heard a knock at my door. When I opened it, I was surprised to find Sandra's roommate Julie Gordon standing there. 

"Hey Julie, come on in." 

Julie was a sultry, bleached blonde. I glanced at her outfit as she stepped into my apartment. She was dressed casually, but she looked like a slut. The thin cotton of her aqua green sequined tee shirt was stretched tight across her ample bust. Julie's denim miniskirt barely reached mid thigh. The heels on her platform sandals must have been at least 5 inches high. Her dark eye shadow and jewelry completed the picture. This was a woman dressed for sex. 

"Hi Stevie, I hope you don't mind my just dropping by like this. I'm on my way to meet these guys I know. They invited me over to party with them tonight. They've got some new movies they want me to watch. They don't live too far from here." 

Julie paused for a moment. "Stevie, I've wanted to talk to you about Sandra for the last day or so and since I was in the neighborhood I thought I'd take a chance and see if you were at home. Can I come in and sit down for a minute?" 

"Sure Julie, I'm glad you stopped. Its nice to see you. I have some open champagne." I pointed to the bottle on the bar. "Can I offer you a glass.?" 

"Shit Stevie that's Dom Perignon." She started laughing. "Sandra said you were a classy guy, but this is pretty wild. Do you always sit around the house alone at night and drink expensive champagne?" 

"No I had kind of a special day at work today. I wanted to do something to celebrate. Can I pour you a glass?" 

"Sure, I've never even tasted Dom Perignon. I wouldn't pass on this for anything." 

I poured a glass for Julie, refilled mine and we sat down.

"So Julie, what's on your mind." 

She took a sip of her champagne. "Stevie this is really good." She took a second much larger sip. "I don't quite know how to begin." Julie paused for a moment and collected her thoughts. "I've lived with Sandra for five years now. Stevie, I have never known her to be as happy as she was during those few weeks she spent with you." 

She drank the rest of her champagne and set the glass down. 

"She's cried every night since you guys broke up. I really like Sandra. She's my closest friend. It kills me to see her this unhappy." 

I got up, walked to the bar and got the open champagne bottle. I brought it to Julie and held it over her empty glass. "More?" 

"Please." 

After filling Julie's glass, I set the bottle down on the coffee table and sat down again. 

"Julie I'm pretty unhappy to. I love Sandra every bit as much as she loves me. Its just that this infidelity thing is kind of hard to get used to." 

Julie took another drink of her champagne. "Stevie, I understand Sandra really well. One of the reasons that were such good friends is that were both sluts. We can't help it Stevie. I don't know why I do what I do, but I know I don't want to change." 

She picked up her champagne glass and emptied it. I leaned over, picked up the bottle and looked at her. She nodded yes. I refilled her glass. 

The champagne was starting to lower her inhibitions. 

"I'm on my way over to meet two guys who have invited me to watch porno films with them. Stevie, I'm going to be completely naked within 15 minutes of the time I get there. They're going to watch the porno's while I suck their cocks, then they're going to take turns fucking me. The best part is that I can't wait to get there. Stevie, sex is really fun for both Sandra and me. I don't know why were the way we are. We've sat up late many nights trying to figure out why we're so different from other women." 

She paused and took another sip of champagne. "This is really good Stevie." 

"I'm glad you like it." I finished my glass and poured myself another. 

"Stevie, You kind of messed things up for us." 

"I don't understand." 

"For the first time one of us met a guy who was more than just a cock. I don't know, maybe its just the guys we hang out with. Maybe there are lots of guys like you, but I don't think so. Sandra would come home after being with you and go on and on about all the things you said and did. You were the smartest, most wonderful man in the entire world." 

"That might be true, but it didn't stop her from hoping in bed with the next guy she met." 

"You're right, but she didn't love that guy. She didn't rave about that guy. Stevie you're the only guy she ever came home and raved about. I started to get really envious. I started to want a guy like you." 

"I understand, But did she tell you the truth about me. Did she tell you what a dud I am in the sack?" 

Julie drank her glass of champagne and started laughing. "Sweetheart she told me everything. Maybe your not a big cock stud, but honey you're great in the sack. You're just a little different. Stevie you can come over here and eat my pussy and put your tongue in my asshole anytime you want." 

She took a breath and calmed down a little. "You might have a tiny little pecker, but listen to me, I've been fucked by a lot of guys in my life and it takes more than a big cock to be a good lover. Stevie, Sandra thinks you're a great lover." 

Julie stood and lifted her skirt up around her waist. She was wearing a pair of pale green lace panties. She turned around, pulled those sexy panties to one side and exposed her pussy and her beautiful ass.

"Come on over here Stevie baby, I would just love to have you take a little taste of my asshole." 

"Julie, you don't know how much I would love to do that right now." 

"So come on. What's stopping you?" 

"I can't." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I love Sandra. I'd be cheating on her." 

Julie looked at me. "Shit Stevie, you're absolutely amazing. The two of you aren't even together right now. Hell even when you were together, she was almost always banging someone else when she wasn't with you. You don't owe her any fidelity." She shook her head. "I can't imagine that Sandra would care one bit if the two of us fooled around a little tonight." 

Suddenly Julie stopped talking. She let go of her panties and turned to face me. It was obvious that she was thinking about all this. 

"Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she would care. Maybe I'd care to if I were in her place. Maybe that's one of the things that's so wonderful about you Stevie" 

Julie pulled the hem of her skirt back down and patted it into place. 

"I'm sorry Stevie. I didn't mean to offend you. Do you want me to go?" 

I got up and walked over to her. I kissed her on the cheek. "Its okay, Julie, I'm not offended. I'm really glad your here." 

"If its okay with you Stevie, I'd kind of like to stay a little longer ." 

I would love it if you would stay. You can stay as long as you want, but listen Julie, I am a little worried that your going to be late for your date with those two guys." 

Julie laughed. "Fuck those guys. They have their porno movies. They can jerk off if they get really horny." 

"Julie, I bought two bottles of champagne, want to help me drink the second one." 

"I'd love to, but I might get pretty spiffed." Julie laughed. "You promise you won't try to boink me if I get drunk?" 

"I promise Julie and if your too drunk to drive home tonight, you can have my bed and I'll sleep on the couch." 

"Shit Stevie. You're a prince." 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 11



Note: This story is the eleventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous ten episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

We emptied the first bottle of champagne into our glasses and opened the second bottle. 

We sat and talked. We drank more champagne. About halfway through the second bottle, we started to talk about Sandra. 

"Stevie, your girlfriend," Julie giggled. "Opps I guess I should say your exgirlfriend." She paused. "You know what I mean. Anyway, Sandra can be so wild. I thought I was out of control, but when I first met Sandra, she amazed me. She was the most shameless slut I'd ever met." 

"Tell me about her. I would love to hear some of the stories." 

Julie started thinking. Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. "Honey, my stories are all about Sandra having sex with other guys. Are you sure you want to hear those? I don't want to make you feel bad." 

"Don't worry Julie, I think it'll be okay. I'm getting used to the idea that she sleeps around." 

Julie stared at me for a second. It was obvious that she was thinking about my response. 

After a moment she shrugged and said, "Okay, just let me know if you want me to stop." 

"I will." 

She held up her glass. "Before I start, how about some more champagne." 

"A wonderful idea." 

As I filled both of our glasses, Julie started her story. 

"This one took place about a month after Sandra and I moved in together." 

"It was a week night, so I was at home. Sandra was working as a clerk in a men's clothing store downtown. She got off work at 9:00. It was just after 10:00. I was expecting her home at any moment." 

I was sitting in the living room in my pajamas watching a movie. I think it was "Diehard". I heard Sandra's key in the lock. I turned around to greet her. When she walked in, she wasn't alone. She had this older guy with her. 

"I was shocked, this guy was at least forty. Stevie we were nineteen. When you're nineteen, forty seems a whole lot older."

Julie smiled at me. "As I got to know Sandra better, I learned that she has a thing for older guys. That's why she likes dating those law school professors so much. 

"Anyway, Sandra brought this middle aged guy home to our apartment. She introduced him to me. His name was Martin. I have to say that he was a pretty hot guy even if he was a little older than we were. 

"Martin looked at the television and noticed that I was watching "Diehard". He told Sandra that was one of his favorite movies and before I knew it they were sitting on the couch watching television with me." 

Julie shook her head. "I was sort of surprised. I thought Sandra wanted to get this guy into the bedroom so he could fuck her." Julie shrugged. "I guess they weren't in a big hurry. If they wanted to watch the movie instead, that was their business.

"I turned my attention back to the movie. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Martin put his arm around Sandra. After a moment, he leaned over and kissed her.

"I figured this was okay. They were probably just going to get up and go into the bedroom. I was wrong. Martin put his hand on Sandra's breast. She didn't stop him, she just laid back and let him fondle her right there in front of me. Then she let him slip his hand under her blouse.

"I was still thinking that these two should go to Sandra's bedroom, but they didn't seem to care. Sandra raised her arms over her head so that Martin can pull her blouse all the way off. Stevie, she just sat there naked from the waist up and let him kiss and fondle her bare breasts. She acted like I wasn't even there."

Julie looked at me. "While Martin was playing with Sandra's naked tits, she started massaging his crotch. She was rubbing this guy's cock while I was sitting in the same room with them."

Julie leaned forward. "Martin pulled Sandra's skirt up around her waist. She didn't have any panties on. They had to have been playing in the car on their way over here."

Julie took a deep breath. "Now I started wondering just how far they would actually go." 

She smiled at me. "Sandra made the next move. She unzipped Martin's jeans, took out his huge cock, leaned over and started giving him a blow job. At the same time she spread her legs so that Martin could fondle her bare pussy."

Julie paused, she had to catch her breath. It was obvious that her narrative was getting her excited. After a moment she continued.

"Sandra was sucking Martin's cock." Julie stopped and looked at me. "Stevie your exgirlfriend is a bj queen. You know what I mean right? She's a blowjob queen. She loves to suck cocks and she's really good at it." 

Julie grinned at me. "Since that night, I've seen Sandra give a lot of blowjobs, but that was the first time I ever saw her in action. Shit I forgot about the movie and just stared at them. She drove Martin wild. That girl was born to give head."

Both Julie and I were pretty drunk. Her story was getting me really excited. Without realizing it, I started rubbing my penis through my trousers. 

Julie noticed what I was doing. She stopped telling her story and stared at me. After a moment she asked, "Stevie does it get you hot when you hear about Sandra with other guys?" 

I was drunk and feeling pretty uninhibited. I also wanted to talk to someone about my recent feelings. At that moment, it seemed like Julie would understand. 

I took a deep breath. "Yes Julie, it does. It gets me very hot. I can't explain it and it makes me feel like a pervert, but it's a fact and I have to admit it. I get really turned on when I think about other men fucking Sandra." 

Julie shook her head. "Shit Stevie, that's way out there. I don't believe you just said that. That's the craziest..." 

Suddenly she stopped. For a moment she stared at the floor. It was clear she was thinking about what I just said. 

Finally she looked up at me. "Stevie. I'm sorry. I had no right to say what I just said. I'm kind of drunk right now. Please forgive me." 

"Its okay, Julie. I can't really believe that I said it either. Lets forget I ever brought this up." 

"She shook her head. "No we shouldn't. Stevie, there's nothing wrong with what you said. It's not evil or anything. It's not like anyone gets hurt because you feel that way." 

She thought some more. "Stevie, Sandra and I are the biggest pervs around. We can't even maintain a real relationship with a man because we keep dropping our panties for every new guy we meet. You don't have any reason to be ashamed about this." She shrugged, "I was kind of shocked when you said it that's all. She paused, "It's just that it's not the usual macho guy thing, you know what I mean? Most men are possessive and get jealous." 

Julie smiled. "Tell me more about this." 

"I really don't know where to begin." 

"When did you first start to figure this out?"

"It was that first night after I found Sandra at Ty's place. I was really upset, I drove around for a long time. When I finally went home I couldn't concentrate on anything. I desperately wanted something that would take my mind off of Sandra and Ty. I started looking at Internet porn sites. I found some pictures of a couple making love. I don't know why, but all of the sudden I started to imagine that the two people in the pictures actually were Sandra and Ty. Julie, I got really turned on. I masturbated while I imagined that I was watching Ty fuck Sandra." 

"Wow" 

I nodded. "Yeah, that's how I felt. I was just as amazed as you are." 

I smiled at Julie. "Listen to this, I've done the same thing every night since then." I paused. "That is until last night." 

"Why not last night?" Julie stopped and shook her head. "I think I understand, I heard all about what happened at the party. I imagine you were just too upset because of all that? 

"That's the funny thing. You're right, I was upset when I was at the party. The idea of spending the evening watching Sandra with another man seemed unbearable. I was also embarrassed. Being the only unattached guy at a dinner party for four couples was very humiliating." 

"That all makes sense to me. What was so funny?" 

"On the way home I started to think about how hot it would have been if I'd been forced to stay there and watch as the woman I loved enjoyed the company of another man." 

I looked at Julie. "You said that Sandra told you all about our sex life right?" 

"Yes" 

"Did she tell you about how we play games where she dominates me and calls me humiliating names like wimpboy and bitchboy?" 

"Yes she did." Julie leered at me. "I think its pretty hot. I'd love to make you my bitchboy." 

I smiled at her and continued. "Does it make sense to you if I describe myself as a masochist that gets off on humiliation rather than pain?" 

Julie thought for a moment. Finally she shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess I can understand that."

"Can you think of anything more humiliating to a man than to have his wife brazenly sleep with other guys?" 

Julie looked at me. "Shit Stevie, that's awesome . You're saying that Sandra could sleep with other men as an expression of her dominance over you." 

"Yes, and when I accept it, it's an expression of my submission to her." 

Julie stared at me. "Stevie, I've never even thought about anything like that." She gave me a sly smile. "I think its really sexy." 

If I hadn't been drunk, I never would have told her what I was about to volunteer. 

"Remember that I told you that last night I didn't masturbate while looking at the internet pictures that reminded me of Sandra and Ty? 

"Yes" 

"And you asked me why not?" 

"Yes" 

"I did masturbate, but I didn't need the internet pictures. When I got home I closed my eyes and stroked my penis while I formed a mental image of Sandra and Roger leaving the party and going to your apartment. When they got there, I pictured her sucking Roger's cock. My excitement grew as I imagined the pleasure Roger felt as he slowly fucked Sandra. I came as I heard Sandra cry out in ecstasy as Roger shot his semen deep into her cunt.

Julie lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and started to massage her shaved pussy. 

I suppose that I should have stopped her, but I didn't. I was also pretty turned on at that moment. 

"You want to hear something more?" 

Julie's continued rubbing her clit. She was aroused. Her voice sounded raspy as she answered. "Yes please. I'd love to hear more." 

"It's pretty kinky."

"Please tell me, I want to hear it." 

"Before I went to sleep last night thought of another fantasy." 

Julie's breathing was getting labored. "What was it." 

"Promise you won't laugh?" 

Julie now had three fingers buried in her cunt. She was still rubbing her clit with her other hand. "Yes, I promise. Just tell me." 

"I imagined that Sandra made me dress up in women's lingerie and work as her maid while she entertained Roger. I got really turned on thinking about the humiliation I'd feel as she demanded that I serve them drinks while they sat on the couch and kissed and fondled each other." 

Julie stopped masturbating and looked at me. "Stevie I love that."

I smiled at Julie. "Now do you think I'm a pervert?' 

She laughed, "Sure but I'm a pervert to. Stevie, I don't think that there is anything wrong with your fantasy. In fact, it is getting me even more turned on." 

Julie stood up, walked over to me and kissed me on the lips. "Are you sure we can't fool around. I'll make you wear my panties." 

I grinned at her. "Julie, that's a really tempting offer, but I can't. It's not allowed. That's part of the fantasy." 

"What do you mean." 

"In my fantasy, Sandra is my dominant wife. She has the right to play with any man she chooses. I'm her submissive husband. I don't have the right to play around at all. I have to remain eternally faithful to her." 

"Shit Stevie, I love that." She started to laugh. "Do you know that you might be the perfect guy?" 

Julie kissed me again. "Promise me something Stevie." 

"What is it?" 

"If things don't work out between you and Sandra, promise me that you'll give me a chance." 

"I laughed. You got it Julie." 

I stopped for a minute. "Julie I love Sandra so much. Do you think that she would actually go for this?" 

"She might. I did. What have you got to lose? If she goes for it, you both get to live out your fantasies and if she doesn't you're no worse off than you are right now." 

She looked at me. "Stevie, you have to call her." 

"I will. I just have to figure out what to say." I paused Julie, promise me that you won't say anything to Sandra about this conversation. I think I want to break this to her gradually. Also, I think I prefer to have that last little fantasy about the lingerie stay as our secret." 

Julie winked at me. "I think that will depend on how dominant Sandra decides to become." She started laughing. "Honey if you ever end up with me, I guarantee that you're in for a lot of pain and humiliation." 

I started laughing to. "Julie, you do know how to tempt a guy." 

Julie smiled, then she sighed. "Stevie I'm getting really tired. You told me I could stay here tonight. You offered me your bed. Were you serious?" 

"Yes, I was very serious. I don't think you should drive home tonight, Either stay here or I'll call a cab for you." 

"I'd rather stay here." 

"I'd like that. I'll sleep on the couch." 

"How big is your bed Stevie?" 

"Its a king size." 

"Stevie, I've already made two offers to have sex with you tonight. I masturbated in front of you. I think that we can sleep together in a king size bed without worrying." 

Julie got a wicked little smile on her face. "I'm going to sleep naked Stevie. I'm hoping that I'll wake up in the middle of the night and find you licking my asshole." 

"Like I just said Julie, you sure do know how to tempt a guy."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 12



Note: This story is the twelfth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

Julie fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. She was true to her word, she did sleep naked. I had to admit that she really had an incredible body. 

I threw a blanket over her and went back into the living room. I looked at my watch. It was just 10:00 pm. 

I decided that it was still early enough to call Sandra. I was really nervous about doing this, but I knew that I wanted to do it Even more, I knew that I had to do it. 

I pushed Sandra's number on my speed dial. It started ringing. I decided to let it ring 8 times. On the 7th ring I was just getting ready to hang up when Sandra picked up the telephone. 

"Stevie is that really you? I couldn't believe it when I saw your name on my caller id." 

"It's really me Sandra." 

"Is everything okay? Are you alright? I was really worried about you last night." 

"No I'm fine, in fact I had a really good day today, but that's not why I called. Sandra, I want to talk to you." 

"I want to talk to you to baby, but..." 

"But what Sandra?." 

"Oh Stevie. Why do I keep doing this to you. I hate myself." 

"What, what's the matter?" 

"Stevie, I'm so sorry. What's wrong with me? Honey, you kind of called me at a bad time. I'm with a guy right now. I'm right in the middle of giving him a blow job. That's why it took me so long to pick up the telephone. Baby he's getting kind of impatient. Can I call you tomorrow?" 

"Yes, Sandra. You can call me tomorrow. Hey Sandra, its okay. I understand. Give him a good one baby." 

"What? What did you just say Stevie?" 

"Nothing Sandra, Don't worry. Call me in the morning." 

As I hung up the telephone and sat down on my sofa, I thought to myself, what a day.

I sat quietly on the couch and thought about the events of the day. I became a millionaire this afternoon. By all rights, that should have been the thrill of my life, but it wasn't. In fact it paled in comparison to the thrill I felt when I thought about the possibility of getting back together with Sandra.

Nothing would make me happier than figuring out a way to make a marriage with Sandra work. I couldn't wait to talk to her tomorrow. 

For a moment I wondered if I should tell her about the money. I had this sudden fear that it might influence her feelings about me? If we got married, I would want to know that it was me that she was marrying and not the four million dollars. 

I shook my head. Sandra had already demonstrated that she cared about me. I laughed to myself. I was being silly. Money wasn't Sandra's vice, big cocks were her vice. 

It was 10:30. I decided to watch Letterman. I was just getting up to turn on the television when my telephone rang. 

I picked it up.

"Stevie, its Sandra. Is it too late to call." 

"Hi Sandra. No, its never to late for you to call. What happened to your guy?" 

She laughed. "I finished him up quick and threw him out." 

"You made him cum didn't you? I'd hate to think I was responsible for making some poor guy walk around with blue balls all night." 

"Listen to you. What's gotten into you Stevie?. You almost sound like you don't mind that I was sucking that guys cock." 

"That's why I called. I don't think that I do mind." 

"Stevie, I'm not sure I understand what's going on, but I really want to talk to you about this. I don't think I can wait until tomorrow. Can you come over right now?" 

I started to laugh. "I can't Sandra. I sort of have company right now." 

"What's that supposed to mean Stevie?" 

"Sandra, Julie is here." 

Is that what this is all about? Stevie, did you have sex with Julie tonight?" 

"No sweetheart, I didn't, although the offer was made several times." 

"I don't doubt that. Julie's a real slut. If she meets a cute guy, she's going to let him into her panties." Sandra started laughing. "But I don't know why I'm being so critical, I've never met a cute guy that couldn't get into my panties either."

Suddenly Sandra stopped laughing. "Oh sweetie I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. We were joking and it just slipped out." 

"Sandra, don't worry. I thought it was funny." I paused for a minute and swallowed hard. It was time to start laying some groundwork. My voice got very quiet. "Sandra, I also thought it was kind of sexy when you said it." 

"Stevie, What's going on. You're starting to make me nervous. Is everything okay?" 

"Everything is just fine. Sandra why don't you come over here. We really need to talk, and I agree, I don't want to wait until morning." 

"Okay Stevie. I'll be there in a few minutes." 

"Sandra, promise me that you won't be mad when you find Julie sleeping naked in my bed." 

"Did you have sex with her?" 

"No Sandra I didn't." 

"Then I won't be mad. I trust you Stevie." 

She paused for a moment. "Stevie, I think it would be really hypocritical of me to be mad. If you decide that you want to sleep with Julie, well I might be jealous, but I admit that I have it coming to me." 

"No Sandra, that's one of the things I want to talk to you about. I want you to know that you have the right to be really angry if I ever do something like that." 

"Stevie, I'm getting confused." 

"Just come over Sandra. We can talk here." 

"Okay, I'm on my way."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 13



Note: This story is the thirteenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twelve episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

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This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

I went outside and waited on the front steps of my apartment building. It was late, I didn't want to make Sandra walk up to my apartment alone. 

Sandra pulled up in front. She had an old junker. As I watched her park, I thought to myself that she was going to have a very nice new car as soon as we could get out to buy her one. 

I walked out to meet Sandra at the curb. When she stepped up onto the sidewalk I took her in my arms and kissed her. She kissed me back. We held our embrace for over a minute. Finally we broke apart. 

I looked at her. "I have missed you so much Sandra." 

She smiled at me. "I've missed you to Stevie." She took me by the hand. "Come on, let's go inside." 

Once we were inside my apartment, Sandra led me to the couch. As we sat down she looked at me and said, "Okay Stevie, tell me what this is all about." 

"Sandra, I want to try again. I want to see if we can get back together." 

"Stevie, I want that so very much, but how can we do it. I've already told you that no matter how much I might want to, I don't think that I'll ever be able to stop partying with other men." 

Sandra paused for a moment. 

"Stevie, the truth is that I'm an incurable slut. Deep down inside, I don't think I actually want to stop partying with other men."

I looked at Sandra. "I understand that." I paused for a moment. "Sandra, would you consider getting back together with me If you could keep seeing other men?"

Sandra thought about my question. After a moment she said, "Of course I would Stevie, that would be wonderful, but I don't see how it could work. I would be hurting you every time I went out. I couldn't do that to you? I would be plagued with guilt and you would be constantly jealous of my lovers. We'd end up hating each other. I couldn't bear to have that happen."

Suddenly it occurred to me that there was a very easy way for me to make Sandra understand. 

I got down on my knees. In my most obedient voice I said, "Ms. Monroe, I voluntarily submit to your will as my mistress. I freely concede that your pleasure is all that matters and that my pleasure and feelings are of no importance in our relationship. I fully recognize and accept your right to do as you please. As your humble slave, I only ask one thing of you."

I looked up into Sandra's eyes. "I beseech you please do not torment me by dating other men. Do anything else that you desire, but I beg you from the bottom of my heart, do not torture me by taking lovers."

Sandra looked at me. It would be more accurate to say that she stared at me. 

She didn't say anything for the longest time. Finally she said, "Stevie are you using the code from our domination game?"

I smiled and said, "Yes Ms. Monroe that's exactly what I am doing." 

Sandra continued to stare at me. "Stevie, are telling me that you get excited when you think about me playing with other men?" 

"Yes" 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, I'm very sure." 

"Let me make certain I have this right. You're telling me that you're willing to make my infidelity part of our kinky sex game, is that correct?" 

"Yes, that's exactly what I am saying." I paused. Now it was my turn to stare at Sandra. "But If we decide to do this, I think your domination of me has to become more than just a game."

"Stevie? Are you saying that you actually want to submit to me? Are you telling me that you're willing to become my slave in real life?" 

"I think so." I shrugged, "I'm not sure. I'm still trying to figure all of this out. Sandra, this has all happened really fast. I am not exactly sure how its going to work out. I think that the two of us may have to work at it for a little while."

I smiled at Sandra. "All couples have to work out the details of their relationship. We just happen to have one or two issues that most couples don't have." I paused for a minute. "Sandra do you want to try to make this work?" 

She threw her arms around me and kissed me. "Yes Stevie I do. I will try so hard. Baby, I love you so much." 

Sandra stopped. She didn't let go of me. She kept on hugging me while she thought about all of this. Finally, she said, "Stevie are you sure you will be able to cope with it when I go out on a date with another man?" 

We broke apart. "You have to promise not to lie to me. I really want to know about it when you're seeing another man." I stopped, "I don't mean that you have to report to me before you sleep with a guy. You're my dominant girlfriend. You can do anything you want. That's kind of the point of all this. What I mean is that I want you to share these experiences with me. I want to hear about them. I want you to torment me with them." 

I decided that I needed to be very candid. "Sandra, last night after I left the dinner party I came home and sat down in this chair. I closed my eyes and masturbated while I imagined you sucking Roger's cock." 

I waited for a moment to let that sink in. 

"Then I imagined him undressing you. I saw him lay you down on the bed so that he could climb on top of you and push his huge erection into your wet pussy. I pictured Roger fucking you. I heard you screaming that you loved his big hard cock while he brought you to orgasm after orgasm. Sandra, those weren't images that tormented me. They were erotic images. They aroused me. I enjoyed them." 

I looked at her for a moment. 

"Sandra, I don't know why I'm like this. Earlier tonight, I talked to Julie for a long time. I told her that I thought I was a pervert. She told me that she thought all three of us were perverts and she didn't care. Sandra, I don't know why I am a masochist who wants to be humiliated by his cheating girlfriend and I don't know why you want to sleep with every guy you meet. Its just the way we are. The funny thing is that we actually compliment each other. Sandra, we're perfect for each other."

Sandra put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Stevie Wagner, I've known that you were the perfect man for me ever since the first night we met."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 14



Note: This story is the fourteenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

Sandra hugged me for a moment then stepped back and stared at me. Suddenly she punched me in the shoulder.

"You rat!" 

"Ow! What was that for?" 

"Do you remember that I told you in my email today that I felt really awful about what happened last night. I felt so guilty, that I wouldn't let Roger come up to the apartment with me when he brought me home."

"Yeah I remember." 

"Now you tell me that at that very same moment you were sitting in this room dreaming about me sucking his cock while you were jacking off." 

"Are you mad about that Sandra?" 

"Yes Stevie, I'm very mad." 

She started laughing. I realized she was teasing me. 

"Do you have any idea how much I wanted to suck Roger's cock last night? Stevie, Roger has this wonderful penis. Its huge and it curves upward when it's erect. The head is big and very smooth and soft. The shaft is round and thick and covered with veins. Oh and I almost forgot. He has a pair of really big balls." 

Sandra closed her eyes. I could see that she was creating a mental image of Roger's magnificent penis. Sandra wasn't teasing me anymore, she was getting excited. 

"Stevie, when I unzip Roger's pants and take his cock out, the first thing I like to do is kiss that soft smooth head. I love to rub it against my face and lips and then kiss it some more. When I'm doing that, Roger usually starts getting some drips of precum. I like to lick them off as they ooze from the cute little mouth at the tip of his massive penis."

I unbuttoned Sandra's jeans. She lifted her hips and helped me as I pulled them off of her. Her panties came next. Then she slid her hips forward on the couch and spread her legs. I knelt on the floor in front of her and started to kiss and lick her pussy. She was already sopping wet. 

"Stevie think about this. Think about me kneeling on the floor in front of Roger. His pants are unzipped. I'm holding his huge erection in my hands and rubbing it against my lips. I want to put it in my mouth Stevie. I want to put Roger Franklin's big hard cock into my mouth and suck it." 

Sandra reached down, grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face away from her cunt. I looked up at her. 

"Tell me what you want me to do Stevie. Do you want me to be a good girl and let go of Roger's cock and come home to you?"

I shook my head. "No Sandra."

What do you want me to do? Tell me Stevie."

"I want you to put his cock in your mouth and suck it."

Sandra smiled. "Stevie, beg me to do it. I want to hear you beg me to suck my lover's magnificent penis." 

We looked at each other. 

We both knew that this was a moment of truth for us.

I took a deep breath. It was time for me to make my commitment.

"Sandra I beg you, I implore you to put Roger Franklin's cock in your mouth and suck it."

Sandra rolled over onto her knees and rested her elbows on the back of the couch. 

"Prove it Stevie. Prove to me that you really want me to suck Rogers cock. Show me that you submit to me. Show me that you acknowledge me as your dominant goddess. Prove to me that you accept the fact that it's my right to suck or fuck any cock I desire at any time I choose." 

Sandra spread her ass cheeks apart. "Kiss my asshole Stevie. Kiss my asshole and beg me to put Rogers cock in my mouth and suck it." 

Sandra moaned as she felt my lips touch her anus. I kissed her for a few moments, then I stopped and looked up at her. 

"Sandra, I again beg you to suck Roger's cock. Furthermore, I accept you as my goddess and freely acknowledge your right to let any man fuck you at anytime you choose. As my dominant mistress the freedom to openly enjoy intimate pleasure with other men is your prerogative."

I kissed Sandra's asshole again, only this time I pushed my tongue into her while I was kissing her. 

"That's right Stevie, do it, push your tongue deep into my ass. Lick me while you imagine the pleasure I am giving Roger when I suck his cock."

I pushed my tongue even deeper into Sandra's anus.

Sandra sighed. "Oh yes, that feels so good. Stevie, lick my asshole while you think about other men enjoying themselves as they pump their huge cocks in and out of my cunt.

Sandra started rubbing her clit while I licked her. Her excitement was growing.

"Baby, Roger loves it when I suck his cock. He has a pet name for me. Would you like to know what it is?" 

I started to pull away from Sandra's ass so that I could answer her. 

"No Stevie, don't stop, just keep licking my asshole. I'll do the talking."

Sandra closed her eyes. "He calls me his little blow job princess. Isn't that hot."

"Sweetheart, I just love sucking Roger's big cock. I get excited every time I think about putting his huge dick in my mouth." 

Sandra closed her eyes. She was now completely absorbed in her fantasy. "Oh my, Roger's breathing is getting faster. You know what that means don't you Stevie. He's about to cum." 

Sandra was wildly aroused. Her breathing was speeding up. It was getting harder for her to talk. 

"Sweetheart, Roger likes to make me do something really nasty now. He makes me take his cock out of my mouth before cums and jerk him off so he can shoot his stuff all over my face." 

She raised her voice. 

"Watch Stevie, watch how his cock shoots spurt after spurt of cum. Roger is a real man with great big balls. He shoots big streams of semen, not just a little dribble like the one you squirt out. Baby, look at the big gobs of his cum dripping from my face." 

Sandra was madly rubbing her cunt. The tension in her body was growing. Suddenly she screamed as a burst of pleasure exploded in her loins. 

I pulled away from Sandra's ass. I now knew her well enough to see that this was going to be a very intense orgasm.

I patiently waited as the waves of pleasure rolled through her. Finally Sandra's muscles started to relax. Gradually she collapsed onto the couch. 

I got off the floor and sat next to her. Sandra snuggled up to me and closed her eyes. I kissed her forehead and I gently wrapped my arms around her. She laid her head on my chest and quietly cooed as I softly stroked her cheek.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 15



Note: This story is the fifteenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fourteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

We cuddled together for several minutes. Finally I broke the silence. 

"You really do like to suck cocks don't you Sandra? Earlier tonight Julie called you a blow job queen" 

Sandra laughed. "That's the pot calling the kettle black. If I'm a blow job queen then Julie is the Empress of Fellatio."

Sandra smiled at me. "Julie is right. I do love giving blow jobs. They've always been my favorite thing." She stopped for a moment. "But now they're my second favorite thing." 

"What's your favorite thing now?" 

"Having you lick my ass." 

Now it was my turn to laugh. "We just found something else we have in common. Licking your ass just happens to be my favorite thing to. 

Sandra started giggling. "You make me laugh." She put her arms around me. As she hugged me she said, "I love you Stevie Wagner." 

We kissed. After a moment Sandra pulled away and looked at me. "Stevie, why is Julie here?" 

"Its okay Sandra. Julie stopped by hoping to intercede with me on your behalf. When she got here I was having a lonely little celebration. She was kind enough to join me." 

"What were you celebrating?" 

"I had a pretty good day at work today. I wanted to celebrate so I stopped on my way home and bought two bottles of Dom Perignon Champagne."

"Stevie that stuff is expensive. Can we afford to buy champagne like that?' 

I noticed Sandra's little slip with the word we and ignored it.

"It was a really good day Sandra." 

"Tell me what happened." 

"I'll tell you in a minute. First, I want to finish telling you about Julie."

"Okay, go ahead."

"I offered Julie a glass of champagne. She told me that she'd never tasted Dom Perignon. We ended up emptying one bottle of champagne and drinking most of the second bottle. While we were drinking, we started to talk about you and me. We had a really good discussion. Julie convinced me to call you. Without her encouragement, I would never have dared to tell you about my fantasies. Sandra, if we do work this out, we owe Julie a lot." 

"So why is she still here sleeping naked in your bed?" 

I shook my head. "We were both pretty spiffed. I didn't want her to drive home. I invited her to stay here. Before she got into bed, she took all her clothes off. She told me she always sleeps naked." 

Sandra laughed. "That's my Julie. I'll bet she loved getting naked in front of you." 

"When she got into bed she told me that she was going to sleep naked with the hope that she might wake up in the middle of the night and find me kissing her ass." 

"Stevie, do you want to kiss her ass?" 

"No Sandra, you have nothing to worry about. The only ass I ever want to kiss is yours." 

Sandra started giggling and threw her arms around me. "That was the correct answer loverboy." After hugging me for a moment she sighed. "Stevie, I love you so much."

Sandra let go of me and stepped back. She silently stared at the floor for almost a full minute. 

I got worried. "Sweetheart is everything okay?" 

Sandra looked up at me and smiled. "Yes Stevie everything is okay. In fact everything is wonderful." She paused. "Only Stevie I don't think that I want to be your dominant girlfriend anymore. I'd rather be your dominant wife. Stevie will you marry me." 

I laughed. "I thought I was the one that was supposed to ask that question." 

Sandra started to giggle again. "Not in our case buddyboy. I intend to be the dominant partner in this marriage. You're going to be my little pussywimp husband." 

I got down on my knees. "Sandra, I would love to be your little pussy wimp husband and I would love to have you as my dominant wife." 

She pulled me up and kissed me.

After a moment, I said, "Sandra, I think it's time to tell you about my day. Something happened at work that you need to know about." 

"What is it Stevie?" 

"Let's sit down on the couch." 

"Stevie your scaring me. Is there something wrong?" 

"No Sandra nothing is wrong. In fact everything is wonderful. Please, just sit down and listen to me for a minute." 

We both sat on the couch.

"Sandra, do you understand what I do for a living?" 

"You're some kind of stockbroker aren't you?" 

"Yes, but mostly I do research for my firm." 

For the next several minutes I described my job and the process that led me to the discovery of the group that became Bentine Pharmaceutical. 

When I was done, Sandra said, "Well that's interesting but how does it affect us tonight?" 

"When the company went public, I bought some stock. It was $4.00 a share. Actually, I bought a lot of stock." 

"How much did you buy Stevie?" 

"A hundred thousand shares." 

Sandra thought for a moment. "Stevie that cost $400,000. How could you ever dare to risk that much money? Can we sell the stock and get the money back? Stevie we could be ruined. How could you ever do such a thing?" 

"Sweetheart, relax. The stock rose to $35.00 a share right away. I sold enough to completely cover the initial purchase cost. We don't owe any money." 

"Why didn't you sell the rest? You could have made a lot of money." She paused. "Can we still sell it. Lets sell it tomorrow." 

I smiled. "Sandra slow down, let me explain. We were waiting for an important decision from the Food and Drug Administration. They had to give Bentine permission to market their drug. That permission was given this morning at 8:00 am." 

"So what happened?" 

"I sold all of my stock this afternoon for $94.00 per share." 

"How many shares did you still have?" 

"85,000" 

"Stevie stop messing with me. This isn't funny." 

"Sandra I'm telling you the truth. That's why I bought the expensive Champagne this evening." 

"Hold it. I'm a little confused. It seems like were talking about a lot of money here. Exactly how much is it Stevie?" 

"Nearly 8 million dollars." 

"How much of that do we get and how much goes to the firm and other places?" 

"Well the government is going to take over half in taxes, but other than that its all ours. I'm guessing that we should get between 3 and 4 million dollars." 

Sandra stood up and yelled, "Shut up Stevie." 

"No its true, Sandra were rich."

"Shit! 3 million dollars, You gotta be kidding me." 

Sandra turned to the bedroom door. "Jules, How long have you standing been there?" 

"Long enough to know that I've been part of a mother fucking fairy tale. Shit Sandra. Who's ever going to believe this. You go out and find yourself a guy who kisses your ass, lets you screw any man you want and then turns out to be a millionaire? Honey, the mother fucking Brothers Grimm have nothing on you. 

I started laughing. "Hey Julie, I'm glad you woke up." 

"Who the hell could sleep with the two of you carrying on out here." 

"Julie, Sandra doesn't know this yet, but were taking the day off in the morning so we can go automobile shopping. I'd like you join us." 

"What for? Do you two need someone to read the fucking pamphlets?" 

"No, Julie I'm really grateful for what you did for me tonight. I was thinking that all three of us would pick out cars that we like and I would buy them." 

"Any car?" 

"Any car." 

"One of those cute little sports car convertibles?" 

"If that's what you decide you want." 

Julie grinned at us. "Sandra, you have to marry this guy."

Sandra started laughing. "Julie I fully intend to do just that.

I turned to Sandra. "If he promises to behave himself, would you mind if your new fiancee sleeps with two naked women tonight?" 

"No sweetheart, in fact I think it would be very nice." Sandra paused. "Just be sure you remember that if your tongue decides to go wandering in the middle of the night, my ass and pussy are the only places its allowed to visit." She smiled. "Husband to be, never forget that our marriage is only going to be halfway open. I'm the only one who gets to play around. You're going to remain forever faithful and loyal to me." 

I nodded. "Baby, that's the only way I'd want it." 

Sandra turned to Julie. "Hey Jules would you mind going back to bed. I'd like to be alone with Stevie for a few minutes." 

She smiled. "No Sandra, I wouldn't mind a bit." 

Julie turned to go back into the bedroom. Before she closed the door, she stopped and said, "I'm really happy for you guys." 

As soon as the door clicked shut, Sandra grabbed me and pushed me down on the couch. 

She knelt between my legs and looked up at me. "Baby I just can't live with the knowledge that the guy I love has never experienced one of these." 

Sandra lowered her face to my crotch and took my tiny penis into her mouth. 

I may not have lasted as long as some of her stud lovers, but I am certain that I enjoyed myself every bit as much as they did. My future wife was indeed very skilled. Sandra had every right to be called a bj queen. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 16



Note: This story is the sixteenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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Despite the fact that we'd stayed up quite late, I woke early the next morning. I made some coffee and shuffled around the house thinking about all of the incredible events of the past 24 hours. 

From time to time, I peeked into my bedroom and looked at the two incredibly beautiful blondes sleeping naked in my bed. I was amazed at my good fortune. 

At 8:00 I called Arnie Turner's secretary, Janice. 

"Morning Janice, this is Stevie Wagner. I don't know how you are going to record it, but I'm not coming in to the office today." 

Janice laughed. "You and most of the rest of the firm Stevie. Listen, don't worry about it. Your pretty popular with Arnie and Avery right now. I think you can do just about anything you want today and get a way with it." 

"Thanks Janice." 

"No Stevie, I want to thank you. My husband and I owned some Bentine stock. We have a son in high school. He is going to go to a really nice college because of you Stevie." 

"That's nice news Janice. I hope he makes you very proud." 

"Oh he will Stevie, he's a good kid. We're already very proud of him." 

"Janice, I'll be in tomorrow." 

"Have a wonderful day off Stevie, you deserve it." 

I hung up the telephone and went into the kitchen to make some bacon and eggs for breakfast. 

The smell of the fresh coffee and frying bacon was all that it took to wake my two sleeping beauties. 

"Will you look at this. He not only licks your pussy and ass, he cooks breakfast to. Sandy baby, I do believe that your little fiancee here might turn out to be the greatest husband a slut like you could ever hope to find." 

"Jules, There's absolutely no doubt in my mind, no doubt at all."

When we finished breakfast, the girls drove their cars home so that they could shower and put on some fresh clothes. 

After they left, I cleaned up the kitchen and got dressed. I picked them up at their apartment about 10:30. 

The search for new cars turned out to be a little more arduous than I'd anticipated. I guess that I'd never spent much time shopping with two women. 

About a third of the way through the expedition, the girls started to worry about blowing our new fortune in the first week. I tried to reassure them that I had a pretty good plan for investing a large chunk of the money. They refused to be convinced. 

It still turned out okay. We ended up at a local Ford dealership. Sandra and Julie both selected Thunderbird convertibles. I ended up buying an Escape . The cars were on the lot, but the dealer wanted to dress them up for us. We made arrangements to come back for them on Saturday morning and went to lunch. 

After lunch we still had some time so I took the girls to an upscale department store and told them to go shopping for clothes. The fears about blowing our fortune disappeared in an instant. 

I enjoyed watching Sandra and Julie try on clothing. The women's department had a nice stuffed chair. I relaxed in comfort while the girls took turns modeling different outfits for me. 

When we were done, the sales lady tallied up the purchases and I paid the bill. As we walked to the car the girls were giddy and giggling. It was a wonderful day. 

Our next stop was Sandra and Julie's apartment. Sandra was going to get some clothes and begin the process of moving in with me. She packed several boxes and I carried them to my car. When I got back to their apartment, I sensed an air of sadness. 

"What's wrong." 

Julie looked at me. "I'm going to miss being with you guys." 

"Julie, don't be silly, from now on were going to be together a lot." 

"I hope so." Julie looked at me, "Stevie, until last night, we didn't know each other very well. Now that I've gotten to know you, I really like you a lot." 

"I like you to Julie." 

Sandra kissed Julie on the cheek. "I'll call you in the morning Jules and don't forget, we have to see each other on Saturday to get the cars." 

We walked to the car in silence. We were both kind of sad. 

As I put the car into gear and pulled the car away from the curb Sandra said, "Julie doesn't have any family. Her parents were killed in an accident when she was very little. She was raised in foster homes. We've lived together for the last 5 years. I'm the closest thing to a family that she's ever had." 

Sandra was quiet for a moment. Finally she said, "Stevie, How would you feel about it if Julie came to live with us." 

I laughed. "You mean would I mind if a beautiful woman moved in with us and spent every evening walking around the house naked?" 

Sandra punched me in the arm. 

"Ow, that hurt." 

"You deserved it, I was being serious." 

I looked at Sandra for a second. "No sweetheart, I wouldn't mind at all. I really do like Julie." 

I thought for a minute. "I guess we had better go house shopping right away so that we have enough space." 

Sandra got really quiet. After a moment she said, "What did you just say?" 

"Well need more space." 

"No about the house." 

"What about it? Sandra, were getting married right? We have money. Married couples buy houses. It makes good financial sense." 

Sandra started to cry. 

"Sweetheart, what's the matter?" 

"Stevie before I met you, I was just a law school slut. I didn't think that I could ever keep a husband. The idea of actually buying a house was unthinkable." 

"Well start thinking Sandra." 

Sandra looked at me. There was a big grin on her face. "Stevie, can I call Jules right now and tell her the good news?"

As Sandra started to make the call, I said "Why don't you tell Julie that we'll pick her up tomorrow afternoon. I'll set up an appointment with a real estate broker. When were done with the meeting, we can go look at some houses, then we'll go out for dinner." 

Sandra stopped. After she thought for a moment, she closed her cell phone and sighed. "Baby, I'm sorry. I can't." 

"Why not?" 

"I have a date." 

The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. Fortunately we were just arriving at my apartment. I parked the car. We both sat silently for a moment, neither of us moved or said anything. 

Finally Sandra spoke. 

"I actually made the date weeks ago. It was before I met you. He's a friend of Bob Downings. Bob's that older professor that I see. The guy's name is Richard Stevens. He's a big contract law professor from Boston. He's coming here to do a seminar tomorrow." 

Sandra looked at me to make sure I was listening. 

"The way Bob explained it, Richard has always been kind of conservative. He's never cheated on his wife or anything like that. He just turned 50. He's got that middle aged itch that some men get. He's going to be in town one night. He asked Bob if he would take him to a strip club. Bob told him that he thought he could do better than that. He told him that he knew a student that had a thing for older guys." 

She smiled at me. "Its true you know, I do have a thing for older men." 

I nodded. "Julie told me that last night." 

Sandra laughed. "Good old Jules." Then she went on. "Well anyway, Bob told him about how I really like giving blow jobs. Apparently Richard went nuts. His wife thinks they're dirty. She won't do them. She's the only woman he's ever been with. He's never had a blow job." 

"Until last night, I'd never had one either." 

Sandra started to laugh. "Well you got a fabulous one last night and believe me buddy; Richard Stevens is going to get my very best effort tomorrow night." 

She looked at me. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't know that all of this wonderful stuff was going to happen to us. Honey I promised Bob. I wouldn't feel right about backing out now." Sandra looked at me. "Besides, I'd feel awful about getting Richards hopes up and then letting him down." 

Sandra stopped. She was thinking. 

"No, I'm not sorry. Baby this is what you agreed to last night. This is how our life is going to be. I am going to date other men and I'm going to be doing it a lot. Sometimes it's going to interfere with your life, but that is the way it's going to be."  

Sandra paused and thought some more. 

"Sweetheart, I'm really horny right now. I haven't been properly laid since last Sunday night. I'd accept a date for tomorrow night even if the guy called tomorrow morning." 

"We had sex last night. You had an orgasm with me." 

"And sweetheart it was wonderful, but I want some serious cock. I want to feel a great big hard dick in my mouth and my pussy. Bob says Richard is really hung. Honey I can't wait for tomorrow night. My panties are getting wet just thinking about it." 

"How about that guy who was in your apartment when I called you last night. He had a big cock didn't he?" 

"Honey, I sucked him and that was nice, but I made him leave before we had a chance to fuck." 

Sandra stopped. 

"Stevie I think that both of us are forgetting how we defined our relationship last night. I shouldn't have to remind you that I'm your dominant girl friend and you're my submissive boyfriend. I date who I want, when I want. That's my right and after we're married it will be my marital right." 

Sandra's tone became very authoritarian. "We are going to go inside now. When we get up to your apartment, you are going to get on your knees and pull down my jeans and my panties. While you lick my asshole, you're going to beg me to go out with Richard tomorrow night. You're going to beg me to give Richard Stevens my best blow job and then you're going to beg me to let Richard Stevens fuck me and cum in my pussy."

When we got up to the apartment, I undressed my beautiful fiancée. After I pulled off her panties, I got down on my knees. 

"Ms. Monroe. I fully acknowledge the fact that it is your right and privilege to date whomever you please whenever you please. I apologize for questioning your authority. I beg you to go out with Richard Stevens tomorrow night. I beg you to take pleasure and satisfaction from his superior cock. I beg you to give him your best blow job and when you are done, I beg you to let him fuck you and cum in your pussy." 

Sandra bent over and rested her arms against the wall. 

"Very good wimp boy, you may kiss me now." 

I pulled Sandra's ass cheeks apart and started to kiss and lick her asshole. 

Sandra closed her eyes, "that's a good boy." 

As I licked her, Sandra said. "If you're really well behaved tonight and lick me to at least three orgasms, I might be willing to let you help me get dressed for my date tomorrow night." 

That made me smile.

I spent a long time on my knees licking Sandra's asshole. Tonight it seemed like she couldn't get enough. It was almost as if she was demanding my total submission. 

I kept my tongue buried deep in her ass. I was afraid to stop. There was something about Sandra's attitude that made me feel reluctant to act without her direction. In the past there was sense of play when we did this. Sandra would tease me and talk dirty. It was a game. Tonight, it was different. Tonight Sandra was silent. It almost seemed as if this was a ceremony. I began to feel like I was surrendering my manhood and my free will to her. 

I kept my tongue in her ass. I really wasn't afraid. I'd already made my decision. I was more than willing to give this woman everything that she was now demanding. I was eager to surrender to Sandra. 

Sandra stood up. It was almost seemed as if she'd just read my mind and now understood that my submission to her was complete. 

She turned and looked down at me. Neither of us spoke. We didn't have to. We both understood what had just happened.

"Get up Stevie." 

As I got off my knees Sandra said. "Take your clothes off. I want you naked." 

After I stood up I asked, "Sandra, are you going to call Julie?" 

She slapped me hard. It wasn't a playful slap. She meant to hurt me and she did. 

"Tonight, you will address me only as Ms. Monroe. Also, unless you want to feel the sting of my wrath again, I strongly suggest that you hold your tongue. If I want to hear your questions or your opinions, I'll ask for them." 

She turned and walked towards the bedroom. As she went in she said, "Get your clothes off. When you're naked you may join me in the bedroom." 

I undressed quickly.

Sandra was sitting on the bed when I came into the bedroom. She stood, walked over to me, grabbed my nipple and gave it a vicious twist. I cried out from the pain. Sandra smiled and whispered into my ear, "Did you enjoy that baby? I hope so, because I did." 

Something told me that I could "break character" for a moment. "Yes Sandra I did. This is like a dream come true for me." 

Sandra kissed me on the lips and said, "Baby, I love you so much." We hugged. After a minute, Sandra's expression changed to a devilish grin. "I want to play some more."

Sandra grabbed me by my hair and threw me on the bed. I'm not a big man and she caught me by surprise, so she was able to handle me quite easily. 

Sandra got on top of me. All of her weight was pressed into my stomach. She had me pinned. I was powerless to stop her. She grabbed me around the neck and held me to the bed. 

"Wimpboy, its time for you to give me pleasure." 

Sandra turned so that she faced my feet. She moved back so that her cunt was directly over my face. Slowly, so very slowly, she lowered herself onto me. Sandra's pussy was wet, very wet. 

"Eat me. Eat my cunt wimpboy." 

Sandra started to rock back and forth on my face. I licked and kissed her pussy. She leaned forward so that her engorged clit was pressing against my lips. I took it into my mouth and sucked it. 

"Oh yes, that's right, suck my clit. Suck it and lick it just like I am going to suck and lick Richard Steven's cock tomorrow night. Think about that wimpboy. Think about me playing with another man. Think about Richard's great big dick in my mouth. Stevie, I can't wait. I love sucking big hard cocks." 

Sandra reached down and gently touched my tiny erection. She was just barely making contact. It was obvious that she didn't want me to cum. 

"Look at your pathetic little peepee. I want a man's cock, not a pathetic little toy like this. I'm hungry for a real cock. I want to suck Richard Steven's dick and I can't wait until I get to do it." 

She paused. 

"Guess what Speedy." She stopped and laughed. "What a great name for you. I love it. Wasn't Speedy a little cartoon mouse?" Sandra giggled. "That pretty much sums you up, a little mouse dick that cums in a flash." 

Sandra had to stop and catch her breath. The whole time she was talking, I was sucking and licking her clitoris. We were both moving into a state of uncontrolled sexual excitement. 

"Speedy, when I get done sucking Richard's cock I am going to let him fuck me. Think about that Speedy. Think about another man putting his big hard cock into your future wife and fucking her until she screams in ecstasy." 

She paused. "Guess what else I am going to do Speedy" 

She laughed. "No this is something I'm not going to do. I'm not going to make Richard wear a condom. I am going to let him fuck me bareback." 

The level of Sandra's voice was beginning to rise. She was losing control. 

"Think about it baby, think about Richard thrusting that big hard dick of his in and out of my wet pussy. Speedy I can't wait, it's going to feel so wonderful."

Sandra's breathing was getting faster and faster.

Speedy, do you know why I'm not going to make Richard wear a condom when he fucks me?" She giggled. "Because I love the way it feels when a man shoots his stuff deep into my cunt.

As she said this, I could feel Sandra's muscles tightening. She stopped trying to talk. She stopped moving. There was a moment of calm, then storm hit. 

She screamed. It was a loud piercing scream that soon turned into a cry. It almost seemed like the storm of pleasure was tearing Sandra apart. She forgot all about me. She mashed her cunt into my face. For a moment I couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, Sandra's cries of passion soon became whimpers. Her muscles relaxed and she slumped forward. I was able to breathe again.

We lay still for several minutes. Sandra was on top of me. She was lying on her stomach. Her face was next to my tiny erect penis. Her sopping wet cunt was directly in front of my face. 

I was hoping that she might masturbate me as she lay there, but after several minutes she rolled off of me, turned around and laid down next to me. 

Sandra must have read the disappointment in my face. She kissed me and said, "Baby, I'm not ready to let you cum yet. I want to play some more. Remember, I have a nice reward for you if you get me to three orgasms tonight." She laughed. "You still have two to go." 

She laid her head on my shoulder and cuddled up to me. After a minute, she pulled herself up and looked at me. 

"Stevie, am I being too mean to you? I know that it makes you really hot when I call you names and make fun of you." She stopped and smiled. "It gets me really hot to." Her expression got serious again. "But I don't ever want to hurt you or make you feel bad. You know that don't you sweetheart?" 

I smiled at her. "Yes Sandra, I know that, and no you're not being too mean to me." I smiled at her. "Sandra, I know you love me. I'm having a wonderful time." 

I got off the bed and got down on my knees next to Sandra. 

"Ms. Monroe, I beg you to stop being mean to me. From the bottom of my heart I beseech you not to try to be any meaner to me than you already are." 

You might remember that we have a couple of codes when we play this game. The first is that the more I beg Sandra not to do something, the more I am telling her that I actually want her to do it. The other code lets her know if she's going too far. If I use the word dull, she'll stop whatever she's doing so we can discuss it. 

Sandra looked at me and smiled. "My, aren't you the little pervert." Sandra started giggling. "It's lucky for you that I'm an even bigger perv than you are." 

She got off the bed. "Okay Speedy, the game is on. No more out of character breaks. You're my little love slave for the duration of the evening." 

She stopped. "Just remember, we always have the word, dull." 

I smiled at Sandra and said, "Ms. Monroe, I don't believe that you can make me say the word dull." 

Sandra stared at me for a moment. "Speedy, is that a challenge?" 

I bowed my head and said, "I would never be so presumptuous as to challenge my mistress, but I am quite certain that she cannot make me say the word dull." 

Sandra burst out laughing. "Wimpboy, the game is on." 

Suddenly, she reached down and pulled me up to her. Sandra threw her arms around me and kissed me. "Stevie Wagner, I love you so much. You're the most fun man in the entire world." 

I slipped back to my knees and kissed Sandra's pussy. "Ms. Monroe, you are the most wonderful woman in the world and I also love you very much." 

Sandra giggled as she felt my tongue tickle her clit. Then she pushed me away. "Back off for a minute Speedy. That last orgasm was pretty intense. I need a little break down there." 

She grabbed my hair and pulled me back to my feet. "Speedy, I'm hungry. Go make me a grilled cheese sandwich." 

As I turned to go to the kitchen Sandra gabbed my balls and squeezed them really hard. 

"That's just a little sample of what you have coming." She slapped my butt and said, "Now off to the kitchen with you. Speedy, make a sandwich for yourself to." 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 16



I was getting out the frying pan when I heard Sandra call me from my den. 

I went to see what she wanted. She was seated in front of my computer. She had already turned it on. 

"Last night you mentioned that you found some internet porn sites that relate to us. Show me one so I can look at it while you make our dinner." 

"Try this one, I think it's the best site." I typed the address into my computer.

Sandra was watching the site open as I went back to the kitchen. 

I grilled two sandwiches and put each one on a plate with some potato chips. I poured two glasses of milk, put everything on a tray and carried it to the den. 

Sandra's attention was focused on the computer monitor. 

"Ms. Mason, I have your sandwich." 

"Set it on the table next my chair." 

I set her sandwich down and placed mine on the computer desk so that I could also read the monitor while we ate. 

We both ate our sandwiches and drank our milk while we read articles and stories on the web site. 

"Cucky, we have names. You're a cuckold. You're going to be my cuckold husband and I am going to be your hot wife. There are other people just like us. It makes me really happy to know that." 

Sandra finished her sandwich. "Wimpboy, take the dishes to the kitchen and wash them up while I finish reading this article." 

It only took me a few minutes to wash up a couple of dishes and the fry pan. When I came back to the den, Sandra was closing out the web site. 

Sandra jumped up and grabbed me by my nipple. As she led me to the bedroom she said, "Okay wimpboy, break time is over. Its play time again." 

For the next two hours we played relentlessly. Sandra was a cruel bitch. She pinched me, slapped me, taunted me and called me names. She made me lick and kiss every part of her body. She described past and future love affairs in great detail. She had an active imagination and she made full use of it as she tried to find new ways to humiliate me and demean me. 

We both had a wonderful time. Sandra didn't have two more orgasms, she had three. 

After her last orgasm, Sandra laid next to me. She wrapped her arms around me and started to giggle. "Stevie, we really are a couple of pervs. Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" 

I softly kissed her forehead and said, "Yes, sweetheart, maybe even more." 

She kissed my lips and said, "There's still one more detail to take care of." 

Sandra slid down my body until her face was even with my tiny little penis. She took it into her mouth. She was very gentle. She was trying to make me last as long as possible. I laid back and closed my eyes. She started to suck me. Sadly, it didn't take long. I was still speedy the mouse. It was less than a minute before I felt that familiar tingle of excitement as my dicklet stiffened and the little dribble of semen squirted onto Sandra's lips. 

She crawled back up my chest to my face. My semen was dripping from her lips. "Lick your cum from my lips Stevie. Lick it up and remember how it tastes. Tomorrow night when I get home from my date, I am going to sit on your face and let you lick another mans cum from my pussy. His semen will taste different than yours. Every man's cum tastes different. As my cuckold husband, you are going to learn to recognize which of my lovers I've been with just from the flavor of his cum.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 17



Note: This story is the seventeenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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The next morning we woke up early, both of us were facing a big day.

Bob Downings had recruited Sandra to help with the seminar that Richard Stevens was here to put on. She wanted to get to the law school early. It was a continuing education seminar for practicing lawyers. The seminar was scheduled to start at 9:00 am. Sandra planned to be there by 8:00. 

After having yesterday off, I was anxious to get into the office and catch up on all the activity surrounding Bentine Pharmaceutical. 

I gave Sandra a ride to the Law School. As we drove, we talked about our plans for the day. 

"Stevie, the seminar is scheduled to end at 3:30. I promised Bob that I would stay and help him tie up loose ends, but I should still be back at your apartment by 5:00 at the latest." 

She thought for a minute. "I'm supposed to meet Richard for dinner at his hotel at 7:00. That should give me plenty of time to get ready." 

She got a lascivious look on her face. "Are you going to get home in time to help me get dressed? I think that helping me get ready to meet my lovers should be one of your duties." 

"I don't know what is going to happen at the office today, but I can't imagine that anything would keep me from being home by 5:00. Sandra, do you want me to pick you up at the law school on my way home?" 

She considered that and said, "Thanks sweetie. I don't think I'll need a ride. I can either get Julie to bring me home." she smiled. "I am sure she would like to see us, or I can get Bob to give me a ride me to your place." She laughed, "I suppose that I can always stop at home and get my car if I really need to." 

Sandra paused, "Stevie would you drive me to the hotel tonight? I'd really like that." 

I looked at Sandra and smiled. "Baby, I'd be honored to do that." 

I pulled up to the curb in front of the law school. Sandra gave me a quick kiss and said, "Love you Stevie, see you tonight." 

I watched as my beautiful girlfriend hopped out of the car, hurried up the steps and disappeared into the law school. 

I drove to the office. Everyone was really happy. 

At 11:00 Avery, Arnie and Jonathon Wright; the third partner in the firm; summoned me to Avery's office. 

We all sat down at Avery's conference table. Avery started the meeting. "Stevie, all of us are very happy with your performance. The Bentine project was excellent work. You did such a good job that the three of us have been thinking." He paused. "Stevie you are an outstanding researcher. We have a proposition for you." 

Arnie stepped in. "We would like you to start doing research on a full time basis." 

I looked at them, "Does this mean that I wouldn't have clients anymore?" 

"Yes, if you accept our offer, your clients will be reassigned to other brokers." 

Avery jumped back in. "Of course your salary will be adjusted to make up for any commission revenue that you would lose." 

Jonathon stepped in. "Steve, you would still keep an office here, but you would also be free to work at home. That would be up to your discretion. Our only provision would be that the three of us want to meet with you at least twice a week so that you can keep us appraised of the status of the groups you are watching." 

Avery spoke up again. "Steve, we also feel that you have earned a nice salary increase. Arnie what was it that we decided on?" 

"Stevie, If you elect to accept our offer, we are prepared to raise your salary to $240,000 per year. That will include the compensation for loss of any commission revenue because you are giving up client responsibilities." 

I almost fell on the floor. My salary including commissions last year was $90,000. They were more than doubling my earnings. 

I looked at them. "That's a lot of money." 

"We think you're worth it. We don't want to take the chance of your being lured away by another firm." 

Avery looked at me. "What do you think Stevie?" 

I started smiling. "Where do I sign?" 

I went back to my office and started to consider the ramifications of this new development. 

The financial implications were my first consideration. I took out a pencil and paper and started to list my assets. After building a financial picture, I called the bank down the street and made an early afternoon appointment with one of their officers.  

The meeting at the bank went very well. It was 3:00 when I got back to my office. I sat down at my desk and started to make a new financial planning sheet that included the information from the bank. Several ideas were starting to take shape in my mind. 

At 4:40 I glanced at my watch. I'd lost track of the time. I cleaned up my desk and rushed out of the office. Sandra would be getting home soon. She would be starting to get ready for her date with Richard. I wanted to be there with her.

I pulled up in front of my apartment building at 5:00 pm sharp. As I parked, I noticed that there was a large Lexus in the space immediately behind me. 

I quickly walked to my apartment, unlocked the door and let myself in. I smiled when I noticed Sandra's purse on the dining room table. I assumed that she was in the bedroom starting to get ready for her date. 

I looked at the bedroom door. It was closed. I thought that was an odd thing for Sandra to do. She wasn't very concerned about privacy. 

I was very excited about seeing Sandra. I wanted to tell her about my raise. 

I stopped dead in my tracks when I opened the door. She was in the bedroom, but she wasn't alone. There was a very distinguished looking middle aged gentleman with her. His trousers were around his ankles. Sandra was on her knees sucking his cock. She was naked. 

My first reaction was to cry out in shock and storm out to the room. It took some effort, but I managed to control that initial response. Instead I stayed in the doorway and watched 

I was quickly captivated. I'd imagined the scene before me many times in the past week. This was the first time that I'd actually witnessed it. 

Julie was right, Sandra was very good at giving head. I assumed that the gentleman was Robert Downings. As Sandra sucked Robert's large erection she watched his eyes. She was obviously gauging his reactions to her efforts. When she noticed Robert sigh from pleasure, she closed her eyes and continued the sucking motion that had elicited the sigh.

Sandra noticed me standing there. Her focus of attention quickly shifted from Bob to me. I smiled to myself as I realized that she was now performing for me rather than Bob. 

Suddenly it dawned on me that Sandra had orchestrated this. She'd planned all along to get Bob Downings to give her a ride home. She knew this man. She understood that he would never refuse the offer of a quick blow job. 

The timing was a bit of a gamble. As it turned out it worked perfectly. 

I relaxed and enjoyed the show. 

Suddenly Bob sensed the change in Sandra's focus of attention. He turned and noticed my presence. 

I was afraid that he might get mad, or ask me to leave. Instead he smiled, looked down at Sandra and said, "Sandy, Where are your manners, you should introduce me to your fiancée." 

Sandra took Bob's cock out of her mouth, lasciviously licked the large head and said, "Stevie, this is Professor Bob Downings. You've heard me talk about him many times. I told him all about you and me." She smiled. "He's really quite intrigued about our relationship." 

"Nice to meet you professor Downings." 

"Nice to meet you Stevie." He paused and chuckled to himself. "That is your name isn't it?" He pretended to think. "No it seems to me that I've heard another name." He pretended to think again. "Speedy, yes that's what it was. He was chuckling. "Yes Speedy." He started laughing out loud. "Well Speedy, I hope you enjoy this little show every bit as much as Sandy and I do." He returned his attention to Sandra, "Alright Sandy, its time to make Big Bob happy." 

Bob was taunting me. He was clearly enjoying it. Sandra had said that he was very kinky. 

Sandra gave Bob's cock a long slow lick, smiled at me and shifted her gaze back to him. He became her lover again. His pleasure was now the focus of her attention. She started sucking his cock in earnest. 

I suppose that I should have become angry, but I didn't. Instead, I just stood in the doorway feeling humiliated. As I watched, I noticed that I had an erection. Suddenly I understood that I wasn't going to get mad at Bob. I realized that he was treating me exactly the way I wanted to be treated.

As I watched her in action, I marveled at Sandra's skill. Her hands and mouth worked in tandem. When she licked the head of Bob's cock, her hands were busy stroking his massive shaft. When she put his cock into her mouth and sucked it, her fingers were either squeezing the base of his cock or fondling his balls. 

Bob seemed to particularly like it when Sandra used her tongue to tickle the sensitive little spot underneath his huge cockhead. 

As Bob's blow job continued, Sandra changed her technique. She started to suck on just the head of his cock. As she did this, she stroked his erect pole with her left hand while her right hand massaged his big balls. Her mouth and hands worked together in a smooth easy rhythm. It was almost like she was performing a well choreographed dance.

While she worked her magic, she gradually increased the tempo of her performance to a frantic pace. This intense stimulation elevated Bob's lust and moved him towards an orgasm. When Sandra felt her lover approaching the edge of no return she would pause until he was able to regain control of himself. When she was assured of the fact that he was in control, she would start her dance anew and bring him to the threshold of another orgasm. 

Sandra did this three times. On the fourth repetition, Bob said, "Now baby, I want it now. Do it to me!" 

Sandra wrapped both of her hands around Bob's cock and started vigorously jacking him off. His orgasm came quickly. Bob's closed his eyes as he ejaculated spurt after spurt of semen into Sandra's mouth. 

Sandra gradually slowed the motion of her hands. She started milking Bob's cock. She was trying to coax every bit of her lovers precious love juice from his softening penis. 

When Sandra was done, she looked up at Bob and smiled. A small dribble of his semen dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Bob stepped back, reached down and pulled up his pants. As he fastened his zipper and buckled his belt, He said, "Speedy your fiancée is one hell of a cocksucker." 

He smiled at me. "Usually when Sandy is done sucking my cock, I'd throw her on that bed and fuck the living daylights out of her, but not this afternoon." 

Bob paused, and then he laughed. "Don't start thinking that my decision to leave without fucking your girlfriend has anything to do with your presence wimpboy." He shook his head. "I'm planning on using your bed to fuck your little sweetheart quite a lot in the future."

He smiled, "No, the fact is your little girlfriend is going to be a fuck toy for a buddy of mine tonight. I want her to be nice and tight for him."

Bob looked at his watch. "I have to go. My wife is waiting for me."

Bob walked to the front door of my apartment. When he opened it, he stopped and started laughing, "I think Sandy would like to give you a nice big kiss Speedy. The two of you can share that mouthful of cum that I just gave her." He kept laughing, "Wimpboy, I think you're going to become very familiar with the taste of my semen.

I was a little stunned after Bob left.

Sandra stood up; Bob's semen was dripping from the corner of her mouth. She looked at me. I think she was trying to gauge my reaction to what had just occurred.

I walked over to Sandra, took her in my arms and kissed her. She opened her mouth and pushed a large glob of Bob's cum into my mouth. I gagged for a moment. Bob produces a lot more semen than I do. The consistency of that much cum at one time is a little hard to get used to. 

I swallowed some of it and rolled the rest around the inside of my mouth with my tongue. It took a moment before I got my gag reflex under enough control to swallow the rest of it. 

Sandra took my hand and led me over to the bed.

As we sat down she said, "Stevie, I'm sorry, I didn't know that Bob was going to be quite that rude to you." She paused, "I guess I got kind of carried away this afternoon. I'm really happy about you and me. I want to share my happiness with my friends. Bob is a friend. I'm sorry if I told him a little bit too much about us." 

She stopped to think. "I know Bob can be kind of rough. I think I've told you that he's really dominant. He treats me pretty rough sometimes. I get really excited when he does it. I suppose it's only natural that some of that treatment spills over to you." 

She looked at me. "Sweetie, I love you. If you ask me to stop seeing Bob, I will." 

Sandra reached out and took my hand. "Please don't be mad at me because I was giving Bob a blow job in your bedroom. I was trying to be good. I thought I was being clever. I thought it would get you really excited to actually get to see me with another guy. I worked all day to get the timing just right." 

She shook her head and started to cry. "I guess I'm just a fuck up. Nothing I ever do seems to turn out right." 

I squeezed her hand, "Sandra, its okay. I realized right away that you were doing that for my benefit.' 

She looked at me. "You did?' 

"Yes, and I really did enjoy seeing you in action. Baby you give an incredible blow job." 

Sandra smiled. "I do don't I. Stevie it may not be much but I really am proud of my ability to suck cocks." 

I took out my handkerchief and wiped away her tears. 

"As far as telling Bob about us, I want your lovers to know everything about our relationship. We've talked about this. I don't know why, but the humiliation that comes with your seeing other men is a big turn on for me. I want you and your lovers to flaunt your infidelity in front of me." 

I paused to think. 

"You're right, Bob did come on pretty strong. I'm still not sure how I liked it. It's kind of like be careful what you ask for because you just might get it." I thought for a second. "Let's not worry about it right now. If I decide that I am really offended by him, we can always arrange it so that I'm never around when you see him." 

Sandra put her arms around me. "Stevie, you're so wonderful. You always know what to do." 

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was five minutes to six. I jumped up. "Sandra, look at the time. We have to get you ready for your date with Richard." 

Sandra looked at the clock and yelled, "Shit, We have to hurry. Stevie, start the water running in the shower while I lay out my clothes." 

Suddenly Sandra stopped. "No we have one other thing to talk about. This is really important to me. Stevie, I called Julie this morning. I told her about how it's okay with you if she moves in with us. Honey, she started to cry when I told her. Then she screamed when I told her that we're going to buy a house. Stevie she's so excited. We met for lunch today and all we could talk about was what the house should be like. Oh baby, we're both so happy. Listen, neither of us has a date tomorrow night. Can all three of us go out for dinner together?" 

I smiled. "Yes Sandra that would be nice. I also have a lot more news in that area." 

Sandra looked at me." What is it? Tell me." 

"Sorry baby, we don't have time right now. I'll tell you tomorrow at dinner." 

"You shit. I'm going to be in suspense all day tomorrow." 

"You'll live. Now go get your clothes out. You don't want to be late for this date." 

"Just one more thing Stevie. Jules told me about your little secret fantasy. She said you were afraid to tell me because you were worried about what I'd think." She smiled. "Well I think it's really hot. Jules sent you this present. I think you'd better open it." 

Sandra picked up a gift wrapped package from the dresser and handed it to me. 

I tore the paper off of the package. There was a pink box inside. I took the top off the box and pulled out a pair of lacey pink panties. 

"Go on take your clothes off and put them on." 

Sandra watched as I stripped off my suit and boxer shorts. When I pulled the frilly panties on she clapped her hands and said, "That's the perfect outfit for a cuckold husband to wear when he helps his hot wife get ready for a date with another man."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 18



Note: This story is the eighteenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous seventeen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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I turned on the water in the shower so it would get hot while Sandra laid out her clothes. 

"Hey Stevie, Do you mind if I wear the necklace and earrings that you bought me the day after we met?" 

"No Sandra, I want you to wear them. They enhance your natural beauty. You're absolutely stunning when you have them on."

She came into the bathroom. "Thanks, you're sweet. I just thought that you might like it if I only wore them for you." 

"No sweetheart, you're like a work of art. Your beauty needs to be shared with the world, not hoarded away." 

Sandra giggled, "Aren't you the charmer."

I shook my head. "No, I just happen to be madly in love with you."

Sandra stared at me for a moment. Finally she said, "Stevie, you really know the right things to say to a girl." She sighed. "I wish I could stay home with you tonight."

"Oh no, not tonight, tonight you have a date with a distinguished older man." I grinned at Sandra, "A little bird told me that you have thing for distinguished older men. You don't want to miss this."

Sandra blushed. "That little bird is right. I'm sorry Stevie, I really am excited about seeing Richard tonight."

"Then you'd better start getting ready, you don't want to keep your gentleman waiting." 

Sandra kissed me and jumped into the shower. She got herself nice and wet, sat down on the edge of the tub and started to shave her legs and pussy. 

"I was planning on teaching you to do this for me tonight. I'm sorry, we just ran out of time. I can get it done much quicker if I do it myself." 

"Its okay Sandra, I'm sure that we'll have many opportunities in the future." 

She laughed. "Oh baby, I hope so." 

Sandra finished shaving, got back into the shower and bathed. As she was bathing, she got a naughty look on her face and handed me the soap. 

"Here sissyboy, wash my pussy so that it's nice and clean when Richard fucks me tonight." 

Sandra was toying with me. I loved it. I took the soap from her and gave her cunt the most thorough washing it had ever had." 

She turned around. "Now wash my ass. I want it nice and clean so that you can lick it for me when I get home from my date tonight." 

That was a request that didn't need to be repeated. 

When she was done, Sandra rinsed herself off. I handed her a towel as she stepped out of the shower.

Sandra went into the bedroom and put on her lingerie while I set up her makeup mirror in the dining room. 

She came out of the bedroom and sat down. I watched as she put on her eye shadow and lipstick. I noticed that she'd brought the necklace and earrings out with her. 

When she was ready, I picked up the white gold necklace and carefully placed it around Sandra's neck. As I fastened the clasp, I whispered into her ear. "I want you to look really beautiful for Richard tonight. I want him to want to make love to you over and over again. I want you to come home to me feeling completely satisfied." 

Sandra stood and kissed me. As she kissed me she reached down and massaged my tiny penis.

I looked at my watch. It was 6:40. "We don't have time for this right now. Go put your skirt and blouse on. We have to go." 

Sandra laughed, "Aren't you getting bossy." 

"That's right, I am. Somebody has to make sure that you get to your lovers on time." 

We both ran into the bedroom. While Sandra finished dressing, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. She put on the new red skirt and black sequined blouse that she'd bought at the mall yesterday. When she was done buttoning her blouse, she slipped her feet into her black spike heeled pumps and walked out to the dining room. 

Sandra stopped at the dining room table and put on her earrings. When she was done, she turned and did a little pirouette, "How do I look?" 

"Sandra, you're going to drive Richard wild." 

She grabbed her purse and said, "Let's go."

I drove quickly. We just barely had enough time to get to the hotel by 7:00. 

Sandra was excited. "Stevie, Richard gave a wonderful lecture today. He's highly respected in legal circles. Universities all over the country are trying to get him to put on seminars."

Sandra took a deep breath, "He's so handsome. Bob showed me a picture of him, but the picture didn't do him justice. Richard has thick brown hair. He's tall and has very broad shoulders."

Sandra looked at me, "He's in excellent physical condition. Richard must spend lots of time in the gym. He looks like a weightlifter. Stevie, he's so sexy." 

I drove the car in silence. I didn't say a word.

Sandra noticed. "Honey, why are you so quiet?"

She thought for a moment. "Are you getting jealous? Sweetheart, its okay, I'm just going to meet Richard for dinner. When were done eating he'll take me up to his hotel room. I'll give him a blowjob and then I'll let him fuck me. Baby, I'm not going to fall in love with him. When were done fucking, I'll come home to you. Stevie I'll always come home to you. You don't ever have to worry about that." 

I smiled at her. "Sandra I know that. I just want you to remember that I love you." 

I love you to Stevie. I love you more than any other man in the entire world. Sweetheart, I will always love you."

I pulled up in front of the hotel. 

Sandra looked at me, "Stevie, I am pretty sure that Richard will want me to go home after he's done fucking me. It might be pretty late. Do you want me to take a cab?" 

"No Sandra, definitely not. I don't care how late it is. Call me, I'll come down here and pick you up."

"Thanks, I was hoping you'd say that," She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, "I have to go." 

As Sandra got out of the car I called to her. "Hey Sandra..." 

She turned, "What Stevie?" 

"Give Richard a blow job he'll never forget, okay?" 

Sandra laughed. "You got it sweetheart." 

Sandra ran up the steps of the hotel. The doorman opened the door for her and she disappeared inside. 

If you happen to a masochistic cuckold, watching your fiancée go into a four star hotel to meet another man for sex is an incredibly erotic sight.

As I drove away from the hotel I was finally able to relax a little bit. It had been a remarkably eventful day and the last hour had gotten exceedingly hectic.

It was nice to take a breath and slow down. I didn't feel like going straight home so I went for a drive.

While I was driving, I started to think about the encounter with Bob Downings. I was trying to make sense out of my reaction to the way he treated me. He was very dominant and he certainly said very humiliating things to me.

Why couldn't I just view his abuse as part of our fantasy and submit to him? 

I considered this for a moment; suddenly I understood the reason for my reaction. I'm not willing to submit to Bob. I'm not willing to submit to anyone but Sandra. Bob also acted like a bully. I've never been willing to let anyone bully me. 

The encounter with Bob in our bedroom did have one positive result. I got to see Sandra actually giving a blowjob. 

She really was very talented. As I thought about that, I felt a little surge of pride. That made me smile. I suspected that there very few men who are proud of their fiancée's ability to suck a cock.

As I continued driving, I started thinking about Sandra and Richard. They were probably eating their dinner right now. I was certain that Sandra was fascinated by Richard's conversation. I imagined her hanging on his every word. I envied him. At this moment I would have given anything to be dining with Sandra. 

It was at this point in the evening that I started to fully understand that one of the most difficult challenges a cuckold faces is passing the time while his wife or girlfriend is out with another man. 

I knew that I had to find some diversions. I needed something to occupy my mind. 

I thought about going to the movies, but I knew that wouldn't work. I get bored at the movies under the best circumstances. 

I ended up going shopping and I hate to shop. 

It didn't really work. As I browsed through the stores, I kept imagining Sandra and Richard. 

I looked at my watch. It was nearly 8:30. They had to be done with dinner. I couldn't imagine that either of them had any interest in lingering over dessert and coffee. 

I assumed that they were in Richard's room by now. Sandra wouldn't wait for Richard to make the first move. As soon as the door was closed she would be all over him. I was also certain that Richard wouldn't be shy. I was sure that Bob had made it clear to Richard that Sandra was his for the taking. I think the phrase he used was fuck toy. Sandra was going to be his buddy's fuck toy. Richard would certainly be pawing Sandra within seconds after they entered his hotel room.

I decided that shopping was a waste of time and a poor diversion. I went to my car and started for home. Maybe at home I could find something to help pass the time. 

On my way to my apartment I started to remember how excited Sandra was when she told me that Richard had never had his cock sucked. I knew that one of the big attractions for her on this date was that she would be giving an older man his very first blow job. 

Sandra would be aroused by the anticipation of what was coming. She probably wouldn't even allow time for them to get undressed. I knew my girl. She would be massaging Richard's crotch as quickly as she could. 

I started smiling. Sandra loved to suck cocks. As soon as she felt Richard's erection, my sweet baby would be dropping to her knees.

I pulled up in front of my apartment and parked. As I walked up the front sidewalk I started to think about Sandra on her knees in front of Richard. I remembered watching Sandra with Bob this afternoon. She was an artist. 

I imagined her unzipping Richard's pants and pulling his huge cock out. I smiled. My baby was good, she wouldn't just stick Richards dick into her mouth. She'd play with it first. She'd tease him. She'd kiss and lick the head and then stroke his shaft.

When I got back to my apartment I tried to read some medical journals. That didn't work either. No matter how much I tried to focus on something else, I couldn't stop picturing my beautiful Sandra with Richard's great big cock in her mouth. 

By now, Sandra would be sucking Richard. I saw what she did with Bob. This was where she excelled. I saw how her hands and mouth worked together in a smooth easy rhythm. I marveled at the way that she would change tempo so that she could control the level of her lover's lust. 

I was certain that she was making Richard's blow job last. I was confident that my BJ queen was giving her lover of the evening an experience he would never forget.

My last attempt at trying to divert my attention from Sandra and Richard was to pull out the financial plan that I'd started earlier in the day. I wanted to get a better idea of what kind of house we might be able to afford. 

It worked for little while, but eventually my mind drifted back to Richard's hotel room. 

I assumed that Sandra had finished Richard's blow job by now. I imagined that she had to go into the bathroom and wipe his large deposit of semen off of her lips ad nose. 

Now it was a matter of how long it would take Richard to recover. 

I looked at my watch. If he was any good at all..., I stopped myself and laughed. Listen to me, Speedy the cuck, judging another man's sexual prowess. 

I considered this for a moment and then I shook my head. It didn't matter. If Richard was worth his salt as a stud lover, he should have gotten a second erection by now. He should be mounting my beautiful Sandra and pushing his new erection into her sopping pussy.

This was the moment when Sandra would become Richard's fuck toy. I remembered Sandra telling me that she wasn't going to make her lover wear a condom. 

I was envious of Richard as I imagined the pleasure he felt while he pumped his bare cock in and out of my fiancées cunt.

I pictured him fucking Sandra with increasing intensity. She would be crying in ecstasy. Sandra would have at least one and maybe two orgasms while Richard fucked her. He wouldn't care, he wouldn't stop. He was a stud; he would just keep fucking her."

I imagined Richard fucking Sandra at a frantic pace. Her legs were wrapped around the back of his thighs. She was bucking her hips in response to each of his powerful thrusts. Suddenly he pushed his cock as far into her cunt as he possibly could and stopped. Sandra sensed what was about to happen and locked her legs around Richard's buttocks to hold him deep inside her. I imagined that I heard her squeals of delight as her lover pumped spurt after spurt of his fertile semen into her unprotected womb. 

I pictured Sandra and Richard gradually beginning to relax. They were both spent. They were both satisfied. 

I imagined Richards softening cock as it slipped from Sandra's dripping vagina. 

I saw Sandra lying still. Her lust was now satisfied. Her legs were spread wide apart. Her lovers cum dripped from her well fucked cunt.

Suddenly, the telephone rang. I looked at my watch. It was just after 10:00 pm. 

I picked up the receiver. "Hello" 

"Stevie. It's Sandra. Can you come pick me up?" 

"Of course sweetheart, I'll leave right away." 

I'm just getting dressed. Richard is asleep. I'll wait in the lobby. Call me on my cell phone when you get here okay?" 

"I'll be right there Sandra." 

"I love you Stevie." 

"I love you to Sandra." 

I drove quickly. As I approached the hotel, I dialed Sandra's cell phone. 

She answered immediately. "Hello?"

"I'm here sweetheart." 

"I'll be right out." 

As I drove up, Sandra came running out of the hotel. The doorman opened my car door for her and she got in. 

As soon as she was inside my car Sandra leaned over, put her arms around me and gave me a long slow kiss. 

"Hi Stevie, thank you for coming to get me."

Sandra sat back and put on her seatbelt. 

"Did you have a good time?" 

She sighed. "I had a wonderful time, Richard is a wonderful lover." She looked over at me. "Do you want to hear about it, or will it make you feel too sad?" 

I smiled at Sandra. "Sweetheart, I want to hear every detail, but you know how I really want to hear it?" 

"No how? Tell me." 

"I want to be in our bed naked, with you sitting on my face." 

Sandra laughed and said, "I can't wait. Drive really fast." 

We drove in silence for a minute, and then I asked Sandra a question that had been bothering me. 

"Sandra if Julie went to college with you, how come she works as a waitress in a coffee shop?" 

"Stevie, Jules never went to college." 

"I thought that she was your college roommate." 

"She was, but I was the only one going to school. She always just worked. Stevie, she could never afford to go to college. I told you, Jules grew up in foster homes. She never had much family support." 

"Sandra, I grew up in a foster home to. My dad died when I was five and my mom died when I was eleven." I was quiet for a minute. "I think my mom died of a broken heart." 

"Baby, I'm sorry. You never told me that." 

"It's not something I talk about very easily." 

Sandra was quiet now. Finally she said, "My parents disowned me when I was 18. I got pregnant. I didn't want to have the baby. I had an abortion. They were really religious. They threw me out of the house. They haven't talked to me since. I scraped my way through college by earning scholarships and working." 

I smiled at Sandra. "I think that all three of us need each other." 

"I think we could become a pretty good family Stevie." 

"I'd really like that Sandra." I paused again. "Anyway, I think that you and I are doing okay, but Julie needs our help. Sandra I have a plan." 

"What is it?" 

I spent the rest of the trip home outlining my plan to Sandra." 

When I was done she said, "Can we afford that Stevie?" 

"Yes Sandra, we can. Listen tomorrow night when all three of us go to dinner I'll lay out all the details. I think that you guys will be really excited." 

We pulled up in front of the apartment. 

"Now let's go inside and play." 

Sandra laughed, "Come on speedy, I'm in the mood for a little face sitting. 

That night Sandra rode me to three orgasms. She told me that she had two while she was fucking Richard. She had a good night. 

Afterwards, when we were lying in bed I said, "Sandra you were right. My semen, Bob's semen and Richard's semen all taste different." 

I stopped for minute. "The taste of Richard's semen might not be reliable. It had a chance to cure inside your pussy for a little while." 

I thought for a moment and started laughing. "I think "Sandra cured" is going to become my favorite flavor." 

Sandra laughed. "Stevie, you're a pervert and it's one of the many reasons I'm madly in love with you." 

Sandra cuddled up to me and we fell asleep in each others arms. Life was wonderful.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 19



Note: This story is the nineteenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous eighteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

On my way to work the next morning I dropped Sandra off at the law school. 

As she got out of the car she said, "Jules and I are going to meet at our apartment at 2:00. We're going to try to move some of our things to your place. We should be there at about 3:30" She stopped for a moment. It was almost as if she was afraid to ask her next question. "Stevie, would you mind if Jules and I put our feminine touch on your apartment?" 

I laughed. "No Sandra, not at all. It's your place now just as much as its mine. I want the two of you to be happy. Do anything you want." 

"Thanks babe, you're wonderful; I'll see you this afternoon." She blew me a kiss and turned to leave. 

I stopped her. "Hey Sandra,." She turned. I pulled out my checkbook, signed three checks, tore them out and handed them to her. "Stop at a furniture store if you have time. I think we need some female bedroom furniture. The two of you shouldn't have to put your makeup on at the dining room table. Also, I'll bet that we need some more dressers. Get nice stuff that we'll want in the new house." 

"We get to buy new furniture! Thank you, I'm going to call Jules right now. Maybe she can get off work earlier today and meet me at noon. Sweetie this is so exciting." She stopped, "Are you sure you trust us to buy stuff you'll like?" 

"I want you to buy stuff that the two of you like. Now get going, we all have things to get done. I'll try to be home by 4:00." 

I watched Sandra run up the steps to the law school. She was so happy that she was skipping. 

When I got to work, I sat down at my desk and called a real estate office that had been recommended to me. I made an appointment for 2:00 pm. When that task was done I called the Kensington grill and made a 7:30 dinner reservation. 

The next item on my calendar was a meeting with Arnie Turner. We spent a good two hours writing a new job description for me. They were offering me a great deal of freedom. We both thought it was important that all of us understood exactly what my duties were going to be and exactly what the firm expected of me. 

I spent the rest of the morning reorganizing my desk and pulling client files so that they could be reassigned to other brokers. 

At noon I packed up my brief case and stopped to see Arnie's secretary. "Janice, I'm leaving for the day. I'll have my cell phone on if anyone needs to reach me. 

She laughed, "Stevie, Its Friday afternoon. Everyone is bailing out. In an hour, I'm going to be the only poor soul still here." 

As I walked out the door I said, "Janice you're a gem. Arnie should triple your salary." 

"I'm going to tell him you said that Stevie. He might listen to you; everyone here thinks you're pretty smart right now." 

I had two stops to make before my appointment with the realtor. My first was Kelroy College. Kelroy was a small local private college. I met with their admissions counselor and got a good idea of what their entrance requirements and costs were. 

My next stop was at Maple Hills Community College. I had a similar meeting there and gathered the same information. 

I arrived at the realtor's office at 2:00. I met Barry Dunlap. Barry was going to be our real estate agent. He was a handsome man in his mid 30's. I smiled as Barry shook my hand; the girls were going to love this guy. 

Barry and I did the necessary paperwork and started to scan some listings. 

"Steve, I want you to look at this one. It was owned by an executive with the Bleckly Paper Company. He got a promotion and had to move his family to the east coast. The house has been vacant for two months now. They're desperate to sell. The house is probably worth $1,500,000, but its layout is a little different. They're asking $1,250,000 but I am pretty sure you can buy it for under $1,000,000." 

"What's different about it?" 

The house has 4 bedrooms, but two of the bedrooms are enormous. They had one son. They spoiled him. His bedroom is sensational. From what you tell me about your situation, this house might be perfect for you." He paused. "I'll bet you can buy it for a song."

It was about 4:00 when I pulled up in front of my apartment. Both of the girl's cars were already parked in the lot. 

I opened my apartment door and got mauled. As soon as I stepped in the door, Julie grabbed me and started kissing and hugging me. 

"Stevie you're wonderful. Thank you for letting me live here. I promise to be a really good roommate and do all the chores." 

As I was hugging Julie I realized that she was only wearing a bra and a pair of thong panties. I was going to learn that Julie rarely overdressed at home. 

"I gave her a pat on the butt. "Julie I am as happy as you are, and we're all going to share equally in the chores. Welcome to your new home." 

Sandra was standing behind Julie, "Got a hug for me?" 

She jumped into my arms. I just had time to give Sandra one good hug before Julie jumped back in. I spent the next several seconds getting kissed and squeezed by two beautiful women, life was good. 

When we finally broke apart I looked at my two girls and asked, "What did you two get done today?" 

Sandra clapped her hands together. "Stevie we bought furniture." 

For the next half hour, my two lovelies walked me around the apartment and told me all about the furniture they had purchased. It was being delivered tomorrow afternoon. They described each piece in glowing detail and pointed out the spot it would occupy in the apartment. They were just starting to tell me about the rest of their ideas for redecorating when I stopped them. 

"Before you guys get too carried away with redecorating plans, let's talk about step 2 in our lives." 

Julie looked at me, "What's step 2 Stevie?" 

I looked at my watch. "Girls, get dressed. We have an appointment to look at a house in 45 minutes. After that, were going to dinner at the Kensington Grill." 

Julie looked at me. "Stevie that place is really expensive. I've never been there." 

"Well get dressed, were going there tonight." 

Sandra stood still. "Were going to go look at a house?" 

"Yes." 

"Right now?" 

"Yes, now go get dressed." 

Sandra and Julie both screamed and starting tearing their clothes off so they could both get into the shower. 

I poured myself a scotch and spent the next half hour watching two gorgeous women bathing and dressing for dinner. As I just said, life sure was good.

While we drove to the house, I told the girls about my meeting with Barry Dunlap. They both got excited as I told them about the unusual design of the home and the owners difficulty finding a buyer. 

The address for the house was 1211 Oak Grove Drive. When we found the street it was immediately apparent that it was appropriately named. Oak Grove Drive was lined with rows of tall, stately oak trees.

As we drove down the street looking for 1211, all three of us were awestruck by the beautiful homes we passed. 

Sandra looked at me, "Stevie, we can't afford to live in this neighborhood." 

In the back seat, Julie said, "Shit Stevie, call the realtor, this has to be a mistake." 

Were were just passing 1203. Two houses ahead I could see Barry Dunlap standing in a driveway waiting for us. 

"No were in the right place. There's our realtor in the driveway." 

In unison, both of my girls said, "What a hunk." 

1211 was a large ranch style house. Barry greeted us as we pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. 

Julie walked right up to Barry and said, "Hi I'm Julie." She could never be described as shy. 

I made more formal introductions and we went inside. 

All three of us wandered the house in awe, it was beautiful. As we moved from the living room to the family room, Sandra said, "Guys look outside." 

Large glass doors opened to the back patio. Beyond the patio was a large swimming pool and hot tub. The entire yard was enclosed by a very high privacy fence. 

"Sandra looked at me. Stevie how can we possibly afford this?" 

"I'll tell you at dinner. Just trust me and give this place a thorough examination." 

We wandered back into the house and went into the master bedroom. It was huge. We peeked into the master bath. It was actually 5 rooms and included a large whirl pool tub and separate shower. There was even a separate room for the toilet. I laughed to myself; a private potty wasn't a big necessity for my two exhibitionists. 

Barry led us across the living room into what had been the boys bedroom. It was just as large as the master bedroom and the bathroom was every bit luxurious. 

I turned to Julie. "Do you think you could survive with this as your bedroom?" 

She grinned at me, "Stevie, this is like a fantasy. I've never even been in a house like this before." 

Sandra and I kept exploring. We found the basement stairs and went down. At the base of the stairs we turned on a light. We discovered a large paneled room with a big fireplace, a pool table and a wet bar. We explored further and found large storage spaces, a tool bench and a beautiful laundry room. 

Sandra and I turned around. We thought that Barry and Julie were right behind us, but they were nowhere to be seen. 

When we went back upstairs, we heard noises from the kitchen. As soon as we opened the door, both of us started laughing. 

Barry was standing with his pants down. Julie was on her knees, her blouse was unbuttoned and her breasts were hanging free. She was giving Barry a blow job. 

When she heard us come into the kitchen Julie took Barry's huge cock out of her mouth and turned to look at us. "Someone had to check our realtor's credentials."

As we watched Julie suck Barry's cock, Sandra nudged me. "She's pretty good, but I'm better." Sandra called to our realtor. "Hey Barry, if we look at another house tomorrow you have to give me a try, then you can decide which of us gives a better blow job." 

Barry looked at me with a worried expression. "I'm sorry Steve, things got out of hand kind of quickly." 

I put up my hand. "Don't worry Barry. I'm cool with this, but you really do need to give Sandra a chance tomorrow." 

He looked at me. "No shit? Wow, you guys live some kind of wild life." 

I smiled and looked at my watch. Julie you'd better finish him off, were due at the Kensington Grill in 30 minutes."

Julie worked quickly. I was already learning that when these girls decide its time to get a guy off they can get the job done fast. 

It was mere seconds before we saw Barry gasp and close his eyes as he started pumping semen into Julie's mouth.

Julie kept sucking his cock while he ejaculated. After a few moments Barry's erection started to wilt. Julie still kept sucking him. It was obvious that she was trying to milk every last drop of cum from his enormous penis. 

Finally, Julie took Barry's cock out of her mouth and stood up. Her lips were covered with his semen. Barry handed her his handkerchief. Julie was just about to wipe the cum off of her mouth when Sandra intervened.

She looked at me and winked. I took a deep breath. I already knew Sandra well enough to know that it was game time.

"Julie, don't you think you should give Stevie a little kiss to thank him for all the nice things he's done for us today?" 

Julie looked at Sandra, "Really? Do you think he would like that?" 

Sandra laughed. "Yes, I suspect he would and I'm absolutely certain that I would." 

She walked over to Barry and started fondling his limp penis. "I also want our stud lover over here to see my little cuckold wimp in action." 

Sandra smiled at Barry. "Baby, a real man like you never has to apologize to my little pussy boyfriend for anything." 

Sandra stroked Barry's soft cock and turned to me. "Come on sissy boy; go lick our studs cum off of Julie's face." She stopped for a minute. "Hold on Speedy, one more thing, drop your pants first." 

I looked at Sandra. My eyes pleaded with her not to do this. 

She laughed. "Don't be shy pussyboy; let's show everyone just what kind of a man you really are." 

I unbuckled my belt and dropped my trousers revealing the pink lace panties that Julie had sent to me last night. 

I heard Barry say, "Holy Shit." 

Sandra looked at Barry and said, "Do you see why Julie and I are looking for real men to fuck. Look at our dainty little sissy in his panties. Isn't he cute?" 

She grinned at me, "Hey needle dick, pull down your panties and show our realtor your little peepee.

My face turned beet red as I lowered my panties and exposed my tiny penis.

Barry began to smirk. Sandra's dominant attitude towards me made him bolder. He unbuttoned her blouse, unclasped her bra and started to fondle her breasts with his massive fingers.

As he stood there taking liberties with my girl friend, Barry started laughing. "Shit, I've never seen a penis that small. He really does look like a little boy."

Sandra snuggled up to Barry and said, "Now do you understand why Julie and I are looking for playmates?" 

"Yeah baby, It's perfectly clear." 

Sandra started to giggle, "Watch this big guy." 

She looked at me, "All right Speedy, Its cleanup time." 

I started to pull my panties and trousers back up, but Sandra stopped me. "Hey Needle dick, nobody told you to do that. Leave your trousers where they are. We think you look really cute with those pink panties around your knees." 

Barry stood behind Sandra, rolling her nipple between his large fingers while I walked over to Julie and started to lick his cum off of her face. I was completely humiliated. 

"Get it all Speedy, lick up every drop of our studs cum." 

When I was done Sandra kissed Barry full on the lips and said. "Why don't you find a house for us to look at tomorrow that has a nice big bed. Julie and I promise to make it a real adventure for you." 

She turned to me. "Cuckboy, get over here and hook up my bra for me." 

As I reached under Sandra's blouse and refastened her brassiere. She smiled, "Good boy Speedy. Now let's go, Jules and I are getting hungry." 

As I pulled up my panties and my trousers Sandra smirked, "If you buy us a real nice dinner, we might even let you watch while Barry fucks us tomorrow." 

I trailed behind Sandra, Julie and Barry as the three of them walked out of the house arm in arm. They were all laughing. 

I was totally humiliated. I hurried into the safety of my car. 

As we were driving away, Sandra put he hand on my thigh and said, "Did you enjoy my little performance in there sweetheart?" 

I grinned at her, "Sandra, you were wonderful. It was deliciously humiliating. I can't wait until later tonight when were at home in bed. Your ass is going to get some very special attention from my tongue." 

From the backseat Julie said. "Shit, that was a game? You guys are unbelievable. This just isn't fair. How come she gets to have all the fun? I wanna play; you know my ass could use a little attention too."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 20



Note: This story is the twentieth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous nineteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

We arrived at the Kensington Grill promptly at 7:30. The Maitre'd seated us at a very nice table near the fireplace. Our waiter arrived immediately. The service at the Kensington was always excellent. We ordered three martinis and an appetizer. 

As the waiter left to get our drinks, Sandra looked at me and said, "Okay, Stevie tell us what's going on. How can we possibly afford a house like the one we just looked at?" 

I took a deep breath. "Let's start with yesterday. I went into work and met with my bosses. They were extremely pleased with the Bentine Pharmaceutical project." I smiled at both girls. "I was generously rewarded." 

Both girls were listening intently. 

"They increased my salary." 

Julie asked. "How much Stevie?" 

"I now earn $240,000 per year." 

Sandra looked at me. "That's a lot of money Stevie, but is it enough to cover the payment on a house like the one we just looked at?" She paused. "How much do they want for that house anyway?" 

"I think we can buy the house for about $1,000,000, and yes we can afford it. I've spent the last several days figuring out my finances. I now have a healthy annual income. We have the Bentine money and of course I still own my three apartment buildings." 

Julie gasped, "You own three apartment buildings? How?" 

"When I was 14, I moved in with new foster parents. They were wonderful." 

"You were raised in foster homes to?" 

"Yes Julie I was." 

"Wow!" 

"Anyway, my foster dad bought and rehabbed houses for a living. He was a good guy. My brothers and I were all invited to work on the houses. When he sold a house, he would place some money into a trust fund for each of us. The amount we were given was based on how much work we did. I worked hard. By the time I was 18 I had over $50,000 in my trust fund. I used it to buy another house and I rehabbed and sold it by myself. That's how I got through college. I eventually did enough houses to buy the apartment buildings." 

Both girls were gazing at me with a look of admiration. It made me feel good. 

I continued. "So we can afford this house. In fact we can't afford not to buy a house in this price range. We need the tax break." 

I looked at the girls. "Okay, are your financial concerns resolved?"

They both smiled and said, "Yes."

"Good, now tell me, what did the two of you think of that house?"

Sandra smiled and said, "It was wonderful. I would love to live there Stevie. The house is really well suited for our needs. Do you really think we can do this?" 

"Yes, definitely." 

I turned to Julie. "What do you think Julie?" 

She was very quiet. Finally she said, I'm just a coffee shop waitress. I could never afford my share." 

I took her hand. "Julie I want you to live there for free. I want the three of us to become a kind of family." 

She looked at me. There was a tear running down her cheek, "Really? You'd just let me live there?" 

"Yes Julie. I want you to live there. Sandra and I both want you to live there. Now do you like that house?" 

"Stevie, I love that house." 

I looked at both girls. "Shall we make an offer tomorrow?" 

They both screamed out "Yes!"

The waiter brought our martinis and our appetizer. We took a minute, surveyed the menu and placed our dinner orders. 

As soon as he left our table Sandra started spooning out servings of the appetizer onto three small plates. 

While she was doing this I said "We have to pick up our new cars at 9:00 tomorrow morning." I stopped. "Oh by the way, the two of you need to remind me that we have to call my insurance agent in the morning and give him the information he needs so that the two of you are properly insured" 

Julie looked at me and said, "You don't have to pay for my car insurance Stevie. I can do that." 

I smiled, "Julie, I may not have to, but I want to, besides the insurance on your Thunderbird is going to be kind of pricey." 

Julie just stared at me. I think she was stunned. 

I continued. "After our little performance for Barry this afternoon, I think that the two of you should call and handle the purchase of the house." I smiled. "It just wouldn't look right for your sissy wimp boyfriend to be making financial decisions." 

Sandra had a questioning look on her face. "Is that wise Stevie? You have the most financial experience. Shouldn't you do this?" 

I shook my head. "First of all, I'll be part of every decision we make. Girls, we're going to be a family. We're going to make all decisions jointly from now on. Besides, the house is going to go into all three of our names. You should both be deeply involved in making this deal. Sandra you're training to be a lawyer. You have a great deal of knowledge. Julie, you've shown me that you're smart and have excellent common sense. You two are very capable of leading the negotiations for the house." 

Sandra was shaking her head. "Stevie did you just say that the three of us are going to own the house jointly?" 

"Yes, is that a problem?' 

"No, but why?" 

"Well for one thing it gives both of you some financial security if something happens to me." I paused. "But more important to me, I'm making a commitment to the two of you. It's a commitment that I want to make." 

"Stevie, what if we aren't the people you think we are." She paused to think. "Both of us would be willing to sign some sort of prenuptial agreement. We won't be offended if you choose to protect yourself. You have a lot of money Stevie. If this goes bad you could get hurt." 

Julie said, "Stevie I'll happily sign anything for you." 

I smiled. "Girls I'm only 25. I made the fortune I have in less than 7 years. If I lose everything, I'll just go out and make more money." I laughed. "I may have a tiny dick, but I am damn good at making money." My voice got quieter. "The prenuptial agreement I would like is one stating that none of us will ever hurt each other emotionally. I'm not sure that I'll ever again meet two women like the two of you. I want to do everything I can to keep both of you." 

Sandra took my hand and said, "Stevie I love you, I'll always love you." 

Julie looked at Sandra and said, "Okay this is the part that stinks. Sandra, I want to be able to love Stevie to." 

Sandra looked at me. She didn't have to say anything. I knew what she was thinking. I nodded my head and said, "Yes."

She smiled at me and turned to Julie. "Jules I think that you and I are close enough that we could share Stevie." 

Julie's face lit up with a big smile, then she got a puzzled look on her face. "Can we make that work?" 

I stepped in. "Well this would certainly change any plans for a formal marriage. I don't want to go to jail as a bigamist. But if we really try hard, I think we can make it work." 

Julie took my hand and said, Stevie I do love you. You're the most wonderful man I've ever known. I fell in love with you before I ever even met you. Sandra would come home from being with you and go on and on about how wonderful you were. She made it seem like you were an angel. Then when I did meet you, you were even more wonderful than I ever could have imagined. I've been so jealous of Sandra, but I didn't want to say anything because I love her to." 

I got up from my chair and walked over to Julie. I leaned down, kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear, "Julie, I love you and I will always love you." Then I stood and walked over to Sandra, kissed her cheek and said, "Sandra I love you and I will always love you." 

As I sat down, Julie said. "Guys I don't think that my life can ever get any better than it is right at this moment."

The waiter brought our salads. I looked at the wine list and ordered a good bottle of California Merlot. 

As we ate our salads I said, "Julie, I think your life could still get better." 

"How do you mean, baby?." She giggled. "It really is going to be fun to be able to call you that." She stopped and looked at Sandra. "Is that okay with you?" 

Sandra laughed. "Yes it's okay Julie. In fact its more than okay, I think its wonderful." She turned to me. "So sweetheart, go on, what were you saying?" Sandra stopped and laughed. "Jules, we're going to have to have a contest to see who can come up with the best name for our baby." Then she got a lascivious look on her face, "We'll also have to have a contest to see who can think up the nastiest name for our little wimp in the bedroom." 

Julie looked at Sandra. "Does this mean that tonight my ass is also going to get some special attention from cuckboy over there?" 

Sandra smiled. "Won't that be fun? Julie, you're really going to enjoy feeling his tongue back there." 

Julie looked at me. Just as she was about to speak, I stopped her. "Yes we do have to finish our dinner before we get to go home." 

"Oh Stevie, Your no fun at all." 

"Okay, now if you two dominant bitches can get yourselves under control we do have one more thing to discuss." 

Sandra smiled. "Dominant bitches? Jules I think that were going to have to make him pay for that remark when we get home tonight." 

Julie laughed. "I kind of like the name. But you're right Sandra, he is going to pay." 

Fortunately for me, the waiter brought our dinner and saved me from additional threats. 

As we started to eat our dinner, I said "Julie, I just learned that you weren't going to college when you and Sandra started living together. How did you two end up as roommates?" 

Julie laughed. "No I wasn't in college; I was working as a waitress in a campus bar. Because of that I got invited to lots of the college parties. One night I went to a party in a crowded little apartment. I met this hot guy and we started making out. Well things started to get a little too heavy for the living room so I led my guy back to the bedrooms." 

Julie shrugged, "They were both occupied, but we didn't want to wait so we went into one of the bedrooms anyway. There was this cute chick on the bed giving her guy a blow job. I asked her if she would mind moving over so we could have half of the bed. She didn't even take the guy's cock out of her mouth. She just nodded her head up and down and slid to one side of the bed." 

Julie smiled at me, "I unzipped my guy's pants, pulled out his dick and started giving him a blow job. When we were done, our guys both went back to the party to brag about the fact that they just got sucked off on the same bed." Julie laughed, "They were pretty typical nineteen year old boys."

Julie looked at Sandra, "The cute chick and I stayed in the bedroom and started talking. We immediately became friends." 

Sandra started laughing. "Stevie, both of your girl friends have always been BJ queens."

"Julie, why didn't you go to college?" 

"Stevie, I grew up in foster homes to, only my foster families were never very nice. I never had any money for college. Besides, I just barely made it through high school. I'm not smart enough to go to college." 

"I think you are and so does Sandra." 

Sandra nodded her head in agreement. 

"Stevie, I can't afford to go to college; that takes lots of money. Julie paused, "besides I have to work." 

"Julie, your family can send you to college and no you don't have to work." 

"Stevie, what are you talking about my family is..." Julie stopped, she stared at me for a moment, "Would you really do that for me?" 

"Yes, I would love to do that for you. If you want to try it, I have a plan. Julie there's two colleges in this city besides the University. If you want to go to the University that would be fine, but I would suggest that you consider the other two. They're smaller. You might find them a little less intimidating. Kelroy is a small private college." 

"Stevie that's really expensive." 

"If you decide you want to go there, we can afford it." 

The other choice is Maple Hills Community College. It might be the most comfortable place for you to start. How would you like to go college shopping with me next week?" 

Julie started to cry. "I would love to Stevie, but I don't have time for college. I have to work." 

"No you don't, I'll support you while you're in school." 

"Really?" 

"Yes really?" 

Julie grinned at me, "Yes Stevie! Yes I want to try." She stopped. "But what if I'm not smart enough?" 

Sandra stepped in. "Julie you are smart enough, but you also now live with two well educated people. We'll help you with your school work." 

I smiled. "Wouldn't it be nice to take one of the extra bedrooms in that house we just looked at and turn it into a huge three desk study?" 

Julie looked at us. "You two are wonderful." 

Sandra corrected her. "No Jules, all three of us are wonderful." 

We finished dinner. The waiter asked if we wanted dessert. We all declined the offer. We wanted to get home. We had sex on our minds. 

We paid the check and left the restaurant. 

As we were driving home, Sandra asked. "Hey Stevie, If I quit law school will you support me?" 

"Absolutely not." 

"How come. You're going to support Julie." 

"I'll gladly support you if you want to quit working while you're going to law school, but you have to finish and become a lawyer. When Julie finishes college, she can go to graduate school if she chooses, but eventually she'll also have to start a career." 

"Why, you make enough money to support all of us." 

"Two reasons. One, because I think it's healthy for all of us to have a career." 

"Okay that makes sense. What's the other reason?" 

"It's a good way for the two of you to meet men." 

Sandra and Julie both started laughing. Sandra grinned at me, "Stevie you're going to be a wonderful cuckold husband for both of us."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 21



Note: This story is the twenty-first installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Sandra spent the rest of the drive home from the restaurant filling in Julie on all the details of our domination/submission games. It was clear to me that this evening, both girls were anticipating a very intense session. 

As soon as we walked into the apartment, Julie grabbed me and said, "Stevie, I meant everything I said to you in the restaurant. I really do love you." She hugged me. "Stevie you have already been nicer to me than any man that I have ever known in my entire life." 

I hugged her back. "I love you to Julie and like I said, I promise to always be there for you." I stopped and looked at her. "Julie, you seem kind of nervous, what's wrong?" 

"Stevie I'm just afraid." 

"What are you afraid of?" 

"I think I'm about to act really mean to you and I want to be sure you know that's not how I really feel about you. I want to be sure you know how much I love you." 

I laughed and kissed her. "Thanks sweetheart. that means a lot to me." 

Julie blushed. "You just called me sweetheart. I don't think that anyone has ever called me that before and meant it." 

I hugged Julie really hard. "You are my sweetheart." 

I looked over her Julie's shoulder at Sandra. I was a little concerned about how Sandra was taking this little scene. I am not naive. I was very aware that the relationship the three of us were attempting was filled with the potential for jealousy and hurt feelings. 

I was relieved to see that she was smiling. We made eye contact. She gave me a little nod of approval. 

Sandra stood up and walked over to us. I let go of Julie and gave Sandra a big hug. "I love both of my sweethearts." 

Sandra kissed me and turned to Julie. "Jules there is nothing that we can do to make Stevie happier right now than be really mean to him." She laughed, "Its going to make me pretty happy to." She paused "Jules if you're nervous about this, you could just watch for awhile." 

Julie shook her head. "No I've wanted to do this ever since you first started describing the games you two play. I get really hot just thinking about them. That's why I'm nervous. I'm afraid that I might get carried away and get too mean. I just want to be sure that Stevie knows how much I love him and respect him." 

Sandra walked over to Julie, lifted her skirt to her waist, pulled her panties aside and started to massage her exposed cunt. "Baby, I love and respect Stevie to and he knows that. Stevie and I both want you to feel free to let yourself go tonight. Don't worry, he can always use the word dull if you go too far. He likes it when we get really mean. Baby It's time to let your dominant side rule." 

Sandra kissed Julie on the lips. Julie returned the kiss with passion. It was immediately apparent to me that this wasn't the first time these two women had been intimate. 

Sandra gently pushed Julie to the couch. I watched as she knelt between her legs, pulled Julie's panties aside and started to lick her pussy. After several seconds of this treatment, Julie started to sigh. 

Sandra looked up at her friend and said, "Are you feeling a little more relaxed now?" 

Julie giggled and said, "It's playtime."

Julie stood up. "Before we start, I have another present for Stevie." She opened one of the boxes that she'd moved to the apartment earlier today and took out a gift wrapped package. 

Julie handed it to me. "Stevie I hope you'll really like this." 

I unwrapped the package and opened it. Inside wrapped in tissue, was a full set of women's pink lingerie. There was a pair of nylons, a lacey brassiere, a matching garter belt, a pair of very frilly pink lace panties and a short little chiffon nighty." 

Julie turned to Sandra. "I think pink is a good color for Stevie." 

Sandra laughed. "I agree Jules." 

Sandra turned to me. "Where are your manners sissy boy, you should thank Ms. Gordon." 

I looked at Julie. "Ms. Gordon, thank you for this wonderful outfit." 

"I'm glad you like it sissyboy, why don't you put it on." 

I hung my head. "Please Ms. Gordon, these are girls clothes. I 'd be humiliated to have to wear these. I beg you, please don't make me put these on." 

Julie smiled and stepped up to me. She stared at me for a moment then slapped me hard across the face. "Get your man clothes off sissyboy and get them off now!" 

"Yes Ms Gordon." 

As I took my pants off Sandra turned to Julie and said. "I don't think that wimpy should ever be allowed to wear boy clothes at home. What do you think Ms. Gordon?" 

Julie laughed. "Ms. Monroe, I quite agree. If we were to allow him to wear male clothing, someone might actually mistake him for a man." 

Sandra giggled, "We'll make him throw all his boy underwear away in the morning. From now on, panties should be just fine for sissyboy." She smirked. "He doesn't need any crotch space for that little clittie of his anyway." 

As I started to pull the panties on, Sandra stopped me. "Wimpy leave your panties off. You can wear them tomorrow; tonight, we want to be able to see that little clittie of yours. Ms. Gordon and I are going to want to have it readily available for our pleasure. It's a cute little toy. I think we both might want to be able to play with it from time to time this evening." 

I put the panties on the coffee table and picked up the garter belt. I took me a minute to figure out which was the front and which was the back. I put it around my waist and fastened it. 

As I bent over to pick up the nylons, Julie stepped in. "Roll them first so you don't run them when you put them on." She took one and showed me. 

I put the nylons on and fastened them to the garter belt. 

I was about to put on the brassiere when Sandra stopped me again. "Julie, I think we should save the bra for tomorrow. We can make him wear it under a white shirt, that should make him look really cute at the car dealership. Besides, I don't want him to have any protection for his nipples tonight; I feel like inflicting a little pain." 

Julie laughed. "Sandra, you're nasty." She paused, "But I agree, tonight the nightgown will be plenty for our little sissyboy." 

I slipped the nighty over my head. It was very short, it didn't even cover my ass or my penis. 

Julie smiled at Sandra. "My my doesn't our sissyboy look cute in his new outfit." She looked at me and laughed, "Do a little pirouette for us wimp." 

Sandra clapped her hands, "Oh yes, dance for us sissyboy." 

I did as I was told. The girls giggled while I danced. My face turned beet red.

Sandra finally held up the palm of her hand to stop my humiliating little performance. "All right Stevie." She paused, "No I think Stephanie is a better name for you now." 

Julie grinned. "Yes I like that! Ooooooooooo Stephanie, you're so cute." 

Sandra crossed her arms, "Okay Stephanie, time to get your mistresses undressed. You can start with Ms Gordon and then take care of me." 

I undressed each of them. I took the time to carefully hang their clothing in the closet. When I was done, I knelt down in front of my two naked goddesses." 

Sandra turned to Julie. "Jules I think its time for a little ceremony."

She looked down at me and then over at Julie. "I think it's time for Stephanie to recite her vows of submission to us." 

Sandra reached down, grabbed my chin and held my face up. "Stephanie do you swear to honor and obey your two Mistresses? 

"Yes Ms. Monroe." 

"Good then repeat after me. I Stephanie formerly known as Stevie Wagner do hereby swear to honor, obey and submit to my two mistresses, Julie Gordon and Sandra Monroe." 

I repeated the vow verbatim. 

Sandra continued. 

"My sole purpose in life shall be to serve Mistress Gordon and Mistress Monroe. The fulfillment of their pleasure shall be my only concern. Their slightest whim shall be my command." 

Sandra paused so that I could repeat this section of my vow, then she continued. 

"I shall forgo all concern for my own pleasure and will agree to remain chaste as an honor to my Mistresses." 

Sandra looked directly at me as I repeated her words. We were both beginning to understand that this was no longer a game. 

"I agree to function as husband and servant to my two mistresses, but I understand that my marital rights for sexual pleasure with my wives will be forever denied to me." 

Sandra stopped again, both women watched intently as I repeated the vow word for word. 

Sandra and Julie started to smile as Sandra continued. "I understand and accept the fact that my tiny penis will never again be allowed to enter a woman's vagina." 

I swallowed hard and repeated Sandra's words. 

"I understand and willingly acknowledge the fact that my Mistresses will freely give my marital rights for sexual pleasure to any other man they choose." 

The sexual tension was thick. All three of us started to get very excited as I repeated each vow without reservation.

Sandra continued. "I understand that I will not only be surrendering my marital rights to other men, I also concede that I may be required to serve these alpha males as they take their pleasure with my mistresses and acknowledge their superiority as lovers, sires and men." 

Sandra and Julie both massaged their glistening wet pussies as they listened to me repeat this final vow.

Sandra looked at me and smiled, it was a wicked smile; "Stephanie, it's now time to for you to demonstrate your submission to Ms Gordon. You know how, Stephanie you may kiss your bride." 

Julie got on the bed and laid down on her stomach. As I spread her cheeks apart I said, "Ms. Gordon I freely submit to you. The fulfillment of your pleasure is my duty. I demonstrate my total devotion to your needs with this kiss." 

Julie sighed as she felt my lips touch her asshole. She moaned as she felt my tongue begin to probe the depths of her dark tunnel. 

I kissed and licked Julie's ass for several minutes. I knew that she'd been waiting for this all evening, I wanted her to fully enjoy the moment.

Julie started to massage her clit while I probed her ass with my tongue. I smiled as I felt her back muscles start to tighten. The tension continued to build, suddenly Julie screamed as her orgasm exploded in her loins. I was happy as the waves of pleasure rippled through Julie's body, this was the first of many orgasms that I was going to give this beautiful woman. 

As Julie relaxed and enjoyed the afterglow of her climax, I turned my attention to Sandra. I recited the same vow to her that I had just recited to Julie. Sandra was already well acquainted with the feel of my tongue in her ass, so she accepted my demonstration of submission a little more quickly. Sandra knew that as the evening progressed my tongue was going to spend a lot of time in that most intimate place.

The rest of the evening could best be described as our wedding night. The girls and I played hard. They tormented me, slapped me, pinched me and made me submit to every degradation that they could possibly imagine. Both of them had numerous orgasms. When their unbridled lust was finally sated, all three of us laid on our bed exhausted and happy. 

As we laid there, Sandra looked at Julie. "Jules, our baby has been a very devoted slave tonight. I think he deserves a reward and I suspect that you'd like to be the one to give it to him."

Julie smiled, "Thank you Sandra, I'd like that very much. She turned to me. "Stevie I love you so much. I want you to enjoy this." 

Julie slid down to my crotch and put my tiny penis in her mouth. I was getting better, Julie sucked me for almost a full minute before I felt that familiar sensation as my clittie stiffened and started to ejaculate its little dribble of semen. 

When Julie noticed that I was about to cum, she took my cocklet out of her mouth. All three of us watched as my semen squirted onto her hand. When I was done ejaculating, Sandra took Julie's hand and put her semen covered fingers into her mouth, then she put them into Julie's mouth and finally into my mouth. She wanted all three of us to share my cum. 

When Julies fingers were licked clean, the three of us cuddled together on the bed. 

Eventually I sat up and the girls undressed me. When I was naked I crawled in between Sandra and Julie and pulled the covers over us. The three of us fell asleep with our arms around each other.

I know that Sandra, Julie and I found each other quickly. I am also very aware of the fact that many of you have trouble understanding the way we choose to express our love for each other. I can't help that. As we lay cuddled together that night, all three of us knew that we were deeply in love with each other. That was the only thing that mattered to us. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 22



Note: This story is the twenty-second installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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The next morning were rose early; we had an exciting day planned. We had cars to pick up, furniture was being delivered and of course there was our realtor Barry. 

All three of us drove to the Ford dealership so that we could trade our cars. While we were waiting, we had a short discussion. 

"Girls, now that all three of us are sleeping together, do we really need this particular house." 

Sandra thought for a moment and said, "Stevie it's an awfully good buy. I love the patio and pool area and the room in the basement is wonderful. I still like the house." 

"But we really don't need two fancy bedrooms anymore. The master bedroom should be sufficient for us." 

"I think the second bedroom could be the sex room for Sandra and me." 

We both turned and looked at Julie. 

"You know the room where we entertain our lovers when they come over." 

Sandra smiled. "What a good idea Jules, I like this." She looked at me. "Stevie you won't be permitted to enter the room without our permission." She laughed, "Except of course to clean it after were done using it." 

Julie laughed. "Oh I like that a lot." 

"Okay, but what happens when both of you want to have a guy over at the same time?" 

Sandra leered at me. "We use the master bedroom and you sleep in the garage." She started laughing. "Or we can create a nice sex area in the recreation room in the basement. It has a pool table, fireplace and bar; most of the guys I know would love it down there. Stevie this is a great big house. It has all kinds of potential for us." 

I looked at Julie. "Sweetheart, do you still want this house?" 

Julie blushed. "I just love it when you call me that." She paused. "Yes Stevie, I love this house. I really want to live in it." 

"Okay Julie, You call Barry, here's his card. Tell him that we don't need to look at any other houses; we've decided to buy this house. Explain that were prepared to make an initial offer of $950,000. Tell him that he should meet you and Sandra at our apartment at 11:00 this morning and he should bring the necessary papers to make a formal offer." 

"Why me?" 

"First because both Sandra and I believe you can do it and secondly because your the one who sucked his cock yesterday. You have a little edge with this guy." 

While Julie was making her call, our salesman arrived. He took Sandra into the office first. I went with her. As we sat down I said to her. "No extended warranties." 

She looked at me. "Why not?" 

"Because were going to buy new cars every year." 

She smiled. 

After a few minutes Julie joined us. We both looked at her. "How did it go?" 

"Great, he'll be at the apartment at 11:00. He's bringing the papers." She paused. "He asked if he could bring another realtor." 

"What did you say." 

"I asked him if he was cute." 

Sandra looked at her, "Well what did he say to that?" 

"He said that he was very handsome. He's a little older than Barry." 

Sandra licked her lips; "A little older, how nice." 

I rolled my eyes. I knew Sandra, she was already getting excited. 

Julie looked at me. "I told him it was okay. Are you alright with this Stevie?" 

I smiled. "If I correctly remember the vow I took last night, I don't have much choice in the matter." 

Sandra laughed. "That's my boy." 

It took about an hour to finish the paperwork. The task was a little more complicated because the three cars were going to be owned by three different people. 

I called my insurance man while we were signing everything and gave him the necessary details.. When we were done talking, he assured me that all three of us were now properly insured. 

The girl's Thunderbird convertibles were beautiful. Sandra's was red and Julie's was black. I had a Beige Escape. 

Sandra and Julie were anxious to try their new cars. We had a little time so I told both of them to go for a drive.

As they opened their car doors I said, "Remember, both of you have to be back at the apartment by 11:00 to meet Barry and his friend. I have another errand to run. I'll be there at about 11:30. Play first, save the business for later. Sandra, pull out your best lawyer skills if you need to."

They both assured me that they would be at the apartment on time. As they started their new cars I added, "I hope I get to walk in on a nice sex party when I get home." 

Sandra smiled at me. "We'll try not to disappoint you."

I watched the girls drive out of the dealership in their fancy new convertibles. It made me happy to see them happy. 

I got into my car. I liked it, it was nice and simple, but I now realized that I needed a second car. I needed an appropriate vehicle to use when I chauffeured my two beauties to meet their stud boyfriends. 

I drove to the Lincoln dealership and bought a top of the line black Town Car. It was on the lot. I asked if it could be delivered to my apartment that afternoon. They told me that it could, people are willing to make lots of concessions when you purchase a $60,000 automobile.

As I drove up, I saw both Thunderbirds parked in my apartment building lot. The girls were home. As I walked into the building, I was hoping that they would be in the middle of a little party.

I opened my apartment door and stepped in. When I looked around, I wasn't disappointed. Barry and Julie were at on end of the living room. Sandra and a man I had never seen before were at the other end. All four were in various states of undress. 

Sandra and her man were locked in a passionate embrace on the couch. He seemed to be in his mid 30's. They were both naked. Sandra was stroking his erect cock while they kissed.

I smiled to myself, there was never any doubt in my mind that Sandra would end up with the older guy. 

Sandra looked up at me when she heard me enter the room. She kept stroking her guy's cock while she greeted me. "Hi wimpboy, this is my new friend Don; Don that's wimpboy." She grinned at me, "Listen, wimpy we're a little busy here. I'm about to suck Don's cock, then he's going to fuck me. Why don't you strip down to your panties and bra and go do the dishes or something," 

Don looked up and started chuckling. "Barry told me about you guys. I really didn't believe it." He shrugged. "I guess it takes all kinds." He chuckled a little more and went back to kissing Sandra. 

Sandra leaned over and put Don's cock in her mouth. Don smirked at me while he started fingering Sandra's glistening pussy.

I turned my attention to the other end of the room. Barry and Julie were also naked. Barry was sitting on one end of the couch. Julie was kneeling next to him sucking his cock. When he saw me watching them, he smiled and closed his eyes. He was making it perfectly clear that he was enjoying himself.

Julie took Barry's cock out of her mouth and smiled at me, "Hi Stevie." As soon as she was done greeting me she put Barry's cock back into her mouth and continued giving him his blow job." 

I decided that it would be best for me to obediently follow Sandra's instructions. I stripped to my panties and bra, went into the kitchen and put on an apron. Then I found a dust cloth, went back to the living room and started to dust the furniture. If you ever really want to feel like cuckold try doing housework in panties and an apron while your wife is in the same room giving another man a blow job. 

As I worked I glanced over at Sandra. She was watching me while she sucked Don's cock. There was a huge smile on her face.

"Hey Stevie come here." 

I turned, Julie was calling me. I walked over. She was on her knees on the couch. Barry was behind her. He was rubbing the huge head of his erect penis on the lips of her cunt. 

She grinned at me, "I want you to watch while my stud fucks me." She giggled, "Maybe you can learn something."

It was obvious that Julie remembered the way Sandra had toyed with me last night when we were looking at the house. She was showing me that she could play the game to.

Barry laughed, "That's a good idea Stevie, stand right where you are and watch the master in action."

Barry mounted Julie and pushed his huge erection into her sopping cunt. When he was all the way inside her, he stopped. For a moment, he stayed perfectly still then he started to fuck Julie with long slow thrusts. 

Julie closed her eyes. She completely forgot about me as Barry drove his engorged penis in and out of her enflamed pussy.

While I watched them, I heard a gasp from the other end of the room. I turned. Don was just pushing his stiff cock into Sandra's sopping cunt. 

I stared at them, this was the first time I'd ever witnessed Sandra having intercourse. 

Don was big. Sandra was holding her breath as his massive cock penetrated the depths of her womb. Sandra's exhaled when the full length of Don's cock was entirely inside her. She took another breath when her lover slowly pulled his cock back out of her cunt.

They quickly fell into a slow easy rhythm. Don fucked Sandra with long deliberate thrusts. As I watched them, I was overcome with envy. I wished that I was capable of giving Sandra the pleasure that she was getting from Don at this moment.

I heard Julie cry out from her end of the room. I turned; she was on her back, Barry was on top of her. He was fucking Julie with savage intensity. It was almost barbaric.

I watched Julie. She was in a trancelike state of pleasure. Her screams were cries of ecstasy not pain. Julie was clearly a woman who liked her sex a little rough.

I turned back to Sandra and Don. She was now on top of him riding his cock. Sandra was gasping for breath as she rode her stud. Her moans of pleasure were getting louder. I knew my sweetheart. She was on the verge of having an orgasm. 

Suddenly Sandra's entire body seemed to tighten. For an instant, she was utterly silent and still. It was the quiet before the storm, then the tempest struck. Sandra screamed at the top of her voice. As she screamed she bucked wildly against Don's cock. It was almost as if she was trying to impale herself on his ridged member.

After several seconds of this unbridled fury, Sandra started to slow down. Her muscles gradually relaxed and she started to regain control of her body. Eventually, she fell into her lovers arms and gently kissed him as she enjoyed the after glow of her climax.

I was watching Sandra kiss Don when I heard Julie let out an ear splitting scream behind me. 

I turned. She was on top of Barry riding his cock and screaming in ecstasy as the waves of her orgasm rippled through her body.

Suddenly Barry rolled Julie over, got on top and fucked her with even more intensity than before. As he fucked Julie, he started groaning and then cried out. It was apparent that he was ejaculating his semen deep into her fertile womb while she was finishing a violent orgasm.

After a moment, Barry collapsed on top of Julie. His softening cock slowly slipped from her sopping cunt. When the head popped out, a large dribble of cum started to run from the base of her pussy into her ass. 

I turned my attention back to Sandra. Don was now on top of her. He was straddling Sandra's waist while she jerked him off. I watched as he closed his eyes and ejaculated spurt after spurt of semen into Sandra's open mouth. 

When he was done she looked at me and smiled. Don's cum was dripping from her nose and lips.

Sandra pushed her lover off of her and said, "Stevie come here." 

I walked over to her. She pulled me to the couch and said, "Lick Don's cum off my face." 

As I started to lick up his semen I heard Don say, "Mother Fucker! Now I have seen it all." 

When I was done Sandra said, "Pussyboy, go do Julie." 

As I walked over to Julie, Barry got up and moved away from her. She was lying her back with her legs spread apart. Her lover's cum was seeping from the base of her cunt. 

I got on my knees and licked her pussy clean. Julie sighed when I moved to the little area between her pussy and her ass. She giggled when I licked Barry's semen from the crack of her ass and she moaned when I probed her asshole with my tongue. Her asshole didn't actually have any cum in it, but I knew that Julie would like it if I gave it a little cleaning anyway.

I let everyone relax for several minutes then I gave Sandra a subtle wink. She picked up on it immediately. 

Sandra stood up, located her clothes and started to get dressed. As she was dressing, she took command. 

"Okay everybody, we have work to do. It's time to put your clothes back on." 

She turned to me, "Stephanie would you please make some coffee and put out some cookies. I think everyone might like a little refreshment." 

Don started laughing. Barry looked at me for a moment then smiled and nodded. He understood our game. 

He turned to his partner and said, "Don be quiet." 

Barry knew that they stood to make a seven percent commission off of this deal. You do the math, seven percent of $1,000,000 wasn't chump change. As far as Barry was concerned, we could put on cowboy hats and start square dancing as long as he got his commission. 

Don looked at Barry and said, "Hey man she called him Stephanie. Don't you think that's kind of funny?" 

Barry repeated himself, "Be quiet Don." It appeared that Don wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. 

The meeting went well. The girls proved to be skilled negotiators. I was an outstanding maid. 

When the two realtors left they told us that we should have a response to our offer some time on Monday. 

Shortly after the realtors departed, the furniture van arrived. The girls had made some nice purchases. We spent most of the afternoon rearranging furniture and unpacking clothing. 

Late Saturday afternoon my new Lincoln was delivered. The girls were amazed. They were very pleased when I explained that it was the "limousine" that I was going to use to chauffeur them to and from their dates. 

They were excited to try it out, so we finished our chores and cleaned up. That evening I took them to dinner and then we went out "clubbing". 

I had a wonderful time watching the girls dance and flirt with other men. Near the end of the evening they both took a turn taking a guy out to "Show him the car". I stayed in the night club. I'd already seen enough action that day. 

On the way home that evening they both agreed that the back seat of the "limo" was a wonderful place to give a blow job. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 23



Note: This story is the twenty-third installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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We spent most of Sunday working on the apartment. The girls were serious when they said that they wanted to feminize it just a bit. By the middle of Sunday afternoon, there were new pictures on the walls and plants everywhere. 

As it turned out, the apartment wasn't the only thing that got feminized that afternoon. At 3:00 we took a work break and went to the mall. 

Julie took me by the hand as we walked into a well known department store, "Come on Stevie, we have some shopping to do." 

We took the escalator to the second floor. When we got off, I found myself in the middle of the women's lingerie department. 

Sandra walked to a wall displaying a huge selection of panties and looked at Julie, "What size?" 

"The panties in the set I gave him Friday night were 5's." She looked at me, "Those aren't to tight are they baby?" I blushed, this was incredibly embarrassing. Julie and Sandra weren't bothering to whisper; people were overhearing our conversation and starting to stare. 

A young sales girl came over. She smiled and asked, "Can I help you?" 

Sandra laughed and said, "Certainly, our friend here is trying to get in touch with his feminine side. We're helping him buy some new underwear, we were thinking he's about a size 5." 

The salesgirl looked at us and started to giggle. I think she was a little shocked and unsettled by Sandra's candor. The giggling was probably her natural response to an embarrassing situation. After a few seconds she got control of herself and adopted a more professional demeanor. 

She gave me a quick visual examination, "He's pretty skinny." She covered her mouth in embarrassment. "I don't believe I just said that." Her face turned red, "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to have that come out that way." 

Julie said, "That's okay..." She stopped to read her employee badge, "Mandy. He is skinny." She put her arm around me and kissed me. "That's why we like him so much." She got a devilish grin on her face. "It's also one of the reasons we think he makes such a cute girl." 

Sandra piped in, "Don't you think he'd make a cute girl?" 

Mandy laughed and said, "Now that you mention it I can see what you mean." 

At that moment I wanted to die. 

Sandra tried to get everyone refocused. "So Mandy do you agree that he's a 5?" 

"She smiled. "I think a 5 would be good. 7's would be kind of loose in the hips for him." 

Sandra picked up some panties. "Okay, is our baby here going to be a bikini girl or is Stephanie the thong type." 

Mandy giggled again. "Stephanie?" 

Sandra smiled. "Cute name isn't it?" She turned to Julie "So what do you think Bikini or thong?" 

Julie laughed, "Definitely bikini, our Stephanie isn't a slut like us." 

Mandy blushed then said, "You do understand the difference between men's and women's underwear? Men's underwear will have a little more room for his thing." 

"Mandy, we do understand that." Julie giggled. "You can trust us on this one; Stephanie's thing doesn't need very much room." She winked, "Its more like a big clittie." 

Mandy gasped and covered her mouth again. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red than before. So did mine, I wanted to crawl into a hole. 

Sandra stepped in once more and tried to get us back on task. "Okay we get bikinis." 

She picked up several packages of French cut cotton bikini briefs. They had little hearts embroidered all over them. "These are cute. They should work nicely for everyday wear." Next she picked up a package of lacey thong panties. "Let's get him these to, he can wear them when were entertaining men." 

She turned to Mandy. "We also need panty hose and several brassieres, pick nice light weight ones in cute colors. You can see that he really doesn't need much support. If you get those, we'll pick out some slacks and blouses."

When the girls were done shopping for me, they each picked out a new outfit for themselves. We ended up with a large number of packages. I paid the bill with a credit card and lugged everything back to the limo.

When we got back to the apartment, I carried the packages in while the girls sat down and relaxed. 

When I was done hauling everything in Sandra said, "Girls, I think its beauty time." 

Julie's tired face lit up in a smile. "Oh yes! What a great idea." 

Sandra looked at me, "Stephie go start the shower; we want it to get nice and warm in the bathroom."

I went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. 

Julie and Sandra were waiting for me when I walked into the bedroom. I quickly removed my own clothes, then undressed the girls and hung up their clothing.

By the time we got into the bathroom it was like a steam bath. I quickly showered, then I bathed Sandra and Julie. 

When they stepped out of the shower, I met each girl with a soft, fluffy bath towel and gently dried her off. 

When they were dry Julie and Sandra sat down on the edge of the bathtub while I carefully draped their bath towels over their shoulders.

Sandra wrapped herself in her towel and said, "Stephie fetch our razors and shaving cream." 

I obediently retrieved them from the shelf by the bathroom sink and brought them to the girls. 

Sandra took hers and said, "Stephie, you'll also need yours."

I got my own razor and sat down on the side of the tub with the two girls.

Sandra smiled at me, "Stephie, all three of us are going to shave our pussies."

Julie laughed. "Sandra don't be silly, Stephie doesn't have a pussy, he has a little cocklet."

Sandra shook her head, "No Julie I disagree." She reached for my tiny penis. As she picked it up she said to me, "Concentrate Stephie. Try to control yourself, you mustn't cum right now."

She pretended to examine my penis and balls then she showed them to Julie. "Jules, these are really too little to be called a cock and balls. I think that we have to assume our Stevie has a big clit and therefore a pussy." She started to laugh, "Besides, men use their cocks for fucking and satisfying women and we both know that Stevie's cock can never be used for that purpose."

Julie reached over, "Sandra, let me see." She grabbed my penis between her thumb and index finger and bent it back while she held my balls with the fingers of her other hand. I started to get scared that I might ejaculate." 

While Julie was inspecting me, Sandra noted, "Jules our boy is getting better, if we'd done that to him a week ago, he would have cum immediately. 

The three of us sat on the edge of the tub and shaved out "pussies". When we finished doing that, we shaved our legs. When we were all done I rinsed the girls off and dried them, then I rinsed and dried myself. 

Sandra stood up and said, "Stephie why don't you open a bottle of pinot grigio and get us three glasses. Oh and make us some cheese and crackers. I'm going to put on some music. Julie will you get your nail kit." 

For the next hour the three of us sat together naked on the living room floor. We drank wine, ate cheese and crackers, painted our toenails and talked about the new house. I have to admit that I had a good time. 

As we were letting our nail polish dry, Sandra looked at her watch and said, "Its only 7:30." She smiled at Julie and me, "I'm feeling really horny right now, I want to suck a great big stiff cock and I want to suck it tonight." 

Julie laughed, "Sandra I'd like that to but I don't want to leave Stevie, I'm enjoying spending the evening with him." 

"I don't want to leave him either Jules." She paused to think, "I guess we just have to figure out a way to include him." Suddenly her face lit up in a big smile. "Baxter's!" She jumped up, "Julie, Stevie get dressed. Stevie you're taking us out to dinner." 

Julie clapped her hands. "Sandra you're a genius. I haven't been to Baxter's in a month." She turned to me, "Stevie you're going to love this place." 

I looked at both of them. "All right, but where and what is Baxter's?" 

Sandra looked at me. "Honey just trust us. We'll tell you all about it on the way there." 

She turned and started putting on her panties. As she was stepping into them she stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Stevie hurry and get dressed; start with a pair of the new panties that we bought you today and don't forget to put on panty hose." She thought for a moment. "You can wear your new tan slacks, they look enough like boy clothes to pass at Baxter's. The pink golf shirt with the embroidered flowers will go nicely with the slacks, and bring that white cotton sweater. You can wear it over your shoulders." 

I thought about all of this for a moment and decided that it was time to just go with the flow. I shrugged, went to my dresser, pulled out a pair of my new panties and started to get dressed.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 24



Note: This story is the twenty-fourth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

We got into our new Lincoln. Baxter's was on the northern edge of the city. I drove while Sandra gave me directions.

As we pulled onto the Freeway Julie started to tell me about the place. 

"Stevie, Baxter's is a nightclub that caters to middle aged married men and women who are looking for a little variety in their life. You know what I mean, the married but cheating crowd. The place has been open for years." 

She laughed, "From what you now know about your sweet baby Sandra and her thing for older guys you can well imagine that the place is a favorite of hers." 

Sandra jumped in. "Jules, we didn't exactly have to drag you out of the house tonight either." 

Julie laughed, "No, Baxter's is also a favorite of mine." She sighed, "There are always lots of very handsome men there." 

"Hey Jules admit it, you love going out to the parking lot."

Julie laughed. "Sandra's right Stevie, but she likes it just as much as I do."

Sandra nodded, "Stevie because Baxter's caters to a mostly married crowd, they have a very unique parking lot arrangement. You'll see it when we get there. It's set up so that people can party in their cars without having to be concerned about getting arrested or mugged." 

Sandra stopped and watched the freeway signs for a minute. "Stevie take this exit."

We got off the freeway and turned onto a narrow two lane highway. It was dark and lined with trees. We passed several small lakes. The houses in the area were large and expensive. Baxter's was in a very nice neighborhood. 

"Take the next left." 

When I turned I saw bright lights up ahead on the right. It was a large neon sign that said "Baxter's Supper Club, Dining and Dancing" 

As we approached the restaurant, I noticed a driveway on the left side of the building. It led to a large covered entrance.

"Turn in here and stop next to the door." 

I pulled in, the driveway was very narrow. The restaurant was on the right. There was a 12 foot tall chain link fence on the left.

We stopped in front of the covered entrance. The doorman walked out to the car. 

Sandra lowered her car window. "Hi Jerry." 

"Hi Sandra, I didn't recognize you in this fancy car." He looked into the back seat. "Hey Julie nice to see you." 

"Hi Jerry." 

"Whose your friend?" 

Sandra introduced us. "Jerry, This is Stevie; Stevie, Jerry." 

We nodded to each other. 

Jerry smiled at the girls. "I've never seen you two bring a guy to Baxter's. Usually you just play with the ones that are already here." 

Sandra laughed. "Oh we're still going to find a couple of guys inside. Stevie is just our chauffeur for the evening." 

Jerry laughed. "Must be rough." He looked at me, "Hey Stevie, nice car." 

He turned back to Sandra and Julie, "Are you two planning to use it tonight?" 

Sandra laughed, "You bet your sweet ass we are Jerry." 

Jerry smiled and reached for the car door, "Why don't you two girls come inside and get a table while Stevie pulls this sweet ride around back."

Sandra shook her head, "Thank you Jerry, but we'll stay with Stevie. He's never been to Baxter's before. We need to show him where to park." 

Julie laughed. "We also want to know exactly where he leaves the car." 

Jerry grinned. "I'll bet you do Julie." He looked at his watch. "Its 9:15, the dinner crowd should be starting to clear out; things should be heating up inside pretty quickly." He stepped back from the car, "Have fun girls." 

Sandra waved at Jerry and turned to me, "Follow the driveway around back." 

We followed a narrow road for about 50 feet. The tall chain link fence was one side, the restaurant was on the other side. It was impossible to get back to the parking lot without going by Jerry. 

When we got to the back side of the restaurant we made a right turn and entered a small parking lot. There were a number of open spaces. I started to pull into one of them." 

Julie stopped me, "Not here baby, follow that road through the trees."

We drove to the far side of the parking lot and followed a narrow lane through a small grove of trees. We came out in another small parking lot. It was surrounded by a tall fence. There was a dense woods on the other side of the fence.

Someone had strung Christmas lights in the trees surrounding the lot. The lights and the tall overhanging boughs gave the parking area a magical quality.

I pulled the car into an open parking space. There were several other cars parked back here, but the the closest one was at least 15 feet away. 

As we got out of the car I could hear crickets chirping in the surrounding woods. I looked around, I felt like I was in a fairies glen. 

Julie took my hand. "Come on Stevie, let's go inside."

She led me to a much smaller restaurant door about 50 feet away. Next to the door was a small security shack. There was a young man in the shack. 

As we walked towards the door, Julie filled me in about the back parking lot at Baxter's. "Vince, he's the owner of this place; he understands his business very well. This parking lot is a little haven for illicit sex. Vince owns all the land around the parking lot. It's solid woods. No one is going to come near this fence. The evening dinner crowd all park where you were going to park at first and they all use the front door. The people only who come back here plan to use their cars for fun and games." 

We got to the small door. The young man inside the security shack waved. "Hey Sandra and Julie, it's nice to see you here tonight." 

Julie smiled, "Hi Phil, how's life?" 

"Just fine Julie, how are you and Sandra doing?" 

Sandra answered, "Hey were doing great. Phil this is our friend Stevie." 

"Hi Stevie." He turned to Julie. "What's the deal? You two don't usually bring guys here? Are you just coming for dinner?" 

Sandra laughed. "Hell no, we came to get laid just like we always do. You're going to see plenty of us tonight. Stevie is kind of like our pet. He lives with us, but he doesn't get to have sex." 

Phil whistled. "No shit, you two never cease to amaze me." 

I opened the door. 

As we walked in Julie said, "Phil makes sure that nothing bad happens in the parking lot. The thing he worries about most is peeping toms." 

I looked around, we were in the bar. We walked across the restaurant to the main entrance. On the way, we passed a dance floor. Several couples were dancing to recorded music. 

Sandra walked up to the Maitre 'd, "Hi Mel." 

He smiled, "Sandra and Julie, how nice to see the two of you tonight. Are you here for dinner or just drinks?" He looked at his watch. "Its after 9:00 on Sunday, we're only serving the light menu."

Sandra smiled back, "That's okay. We're hungry, but hamburgers will be just fine." She turned to me, "Mel, this is our friend Stevie, be good to him tonight." 

"Hi Stevie, it's nice to meet you." He turned to Sandra and Julie. "Any friend of the two of you will always get VIP treatment at Baxter's." Mel picked up three menus, "Follow me I'll get you a table." 

We followed Mel, he seated us at a table adjacent to the dance floor. 

As we sat down, he handed each of us a menu.

The waiter arrived quickly. We ordered three martinis. We were hungry so we also ordered three hamburgers and a basket of French fries. 

The drinks came quickly, Baxter's has good service. As we sipped our drinks we looked around. 

The bar was full. At least Twenty-five middle aged men were standing around drinking, talking and watching the Sunday night NFL game. 

There weren't any women in the bar, but there were lots of women in the restaurant. They were all seated at the tables surrounding the dance floor. Some of the women were in pairs or groups of three or four, others were alone.

Julie surveyed the bar. "Sandra, there are some really hot guys in there." 

Sandra smiled, "Stevie your new Lincoln is going to get one hell of a workout tonight." 

Our food came. I ordered a bottle of pinot grigio. I thought it might be a little safer than drinking martini's all night. 

We were just starting to eat when we heard a voice behind us. 

"Brenda look at this. It must be kids night at Baxter's." 

All three of us turned in the direction of the voice. Two very attractive women in their early 30's were walking over to our table.

Sandra laughed, "Hi Maddie sorry we didn't know it was senior citizen night." 

"Cute honey, really cute." She turned to Julie, "Hi Jules." 

"Hi Mad, we haven't seen you for awhile."

Maddie smiled, "I've been around, I guess we're just hitting the place on different nights."

Julie pointed to the bar, "There's a pretty good selection of guys tonight."

Maddie nodded, "I'm betting we're all going to get to spend a little time having fun in Vince's playground out back." 

She turned to the woman next to her. "I want you to meet my friend Brenda. She used to be a regular here. She was my partner in crime until she spoiled everything by getting married." Maddie shook her head, "She tried being faithful to her husband, so she was out of circulation for a few years. She finally saw the light and rejoined us last fall." 

"Hi Brenda, I'm Sandra." 

"I'm Julie, nice to meet you Brenda." 

Brenda smiled at the girls, "Maddie's told me all about you. She said the two of you are even bigger sluts than we are." 

Sandra laughed, "That's high praise coming from the queen of lust over there." Her laugh quickly turned into a gracious smile. "Would the two of you like to join us?" 

Maddie nodded, "We'd love to." She turned to Brenda. "These two children draw men like flies. We can sit here and feast on their leftovers." 

I was suddenly very aware of the fact that no one had bothered to introduce me. 

Sandra glanced at me and winked, "Hey wimpboy where are your manners? Fetch a couple of chairs for our guests." 

Maddie and Brenda both looked at me, raised their eyebrows and started laughing. 

Brenda said, "Wimpboy fetch? This sounds a little like my life right now. Sandra we have got to talk." 

I brought two chairs and held them for each of the women. 

As Maddie and Brenda sat down, Sandra said. "Really?" She pursed her lips, "that does sound interesting, but first can we get the two of you a drink and something to eat?"

Maddie smiled, "We just ate, but I would love a martini." 

Brenda nodded her head and said, "I'd love one to." 

Sandra turned to me. "Speedy, what are you waiting for? Go to the bar and fetch these women their drinks." 

I walked over to the bar and placed the order. While the bartender was getting the drinks I turned back to look at our table. The girls were huddled together. They were looking at me and giggling. From time to time they burst out laughing. It was apparent that Sandra was telling them about our relationship. 

Our waiter came over. It was clear that he was concerned that I'd gone to the bar to get drinks.

Sandra opened her purse, took out some money, placed it in his hand and started talking to him. 

He listened to her explanation, then turned and looked at me. After a moment, he shrugged, smiled and nodded okay. 

I was fairly certain that I was now the official waiter for our table. 

While I was standing at the bar waiting for the drinks, a good looking man in his late 30's came over to the table and started to flirt with Julie. After they talked for several seconds Sandra motioned to my chair and he sat down. 

When the bartender brought me the drinks for Maddie and Brenda I opened a tab at the bar. When that little piece of business was completed, I carried the two cocktails back to the table. 

As I set the cocktails down Sandra said, "Speedy this is Jack." She turned to him. "Jack what are you drinking?" 

Jack was focused on Julie. He barely even looked up at me when he said, "Scotch on the rocks." 

Sandra grinned at me, "You heard him Speedy, fetch the man his drink." 

As I turned to go back to the bar Maddie grabbed my ass and said, "Hey Stevie, you make one hell of a good waitress." She pulled me over to her and grabbed my crotch. As she massaged my dick and balls she said, "Nice slacks Wimpy." 

The whole table started laughing. I felt completely humiliated as I returned to the bar. 

While I was placing Jack's drink order another man approached our table. He leaned over Brenda's shoulder and started to whisper in her ear. After a moment she started laughing. When I returned with Jack's drink, the man was introducing himself to the table.

As soon as I set Jack's drink down, Sandra said "Mark, this is Speedy."

She turned to me. "Speedy, where are your manners, fetch a chair for the man." She turned to Mark. "Honey can our boy here get you something from the bar?" 

Jack laughed and said, "You girls are really nasty." 

Julie giggled, "Just to him." She paused and lasciviously licked her lips. "We can be very sweet to men like you."

Mark looked at me. "Hey if you don't mind I'd love a Manhattan." 

Suddenly we all heard a voice behind us, "Madeline my dear, you are a sight for sore eyes. I was hoping that you would be here tonight." 

We all turned, a man in his late 40's was walking over to Maddie. 

Her face lit up when she saw him. "Hi David I haven't seen you in weeks." 

He bent over and kissed her on the lips. 

As they were kissing Sandra snapped her fingers and said, "Speedy make that two chairs." 

I scurried off and found two more chairs. When I returned Sandra said, "David wants a beer, go fetch the drinks for our two new friends." 

When I returned from the bar, I set the drinks down and found myself a chair. Julie moved over just a little bit so that I could squeeze in between Sandra and her. 

As I was sitting down, I noticed that Maddie, Brenda and Julie were all deeply involved in quiet flirtations with their men. 

I looked at Sandra. Her gaze was fixed on a tall, strikingly handsome man in the bar. He must have been about 50. He was returning Sandra's gaze. I watched her as she started to slowly lick her lips. It was a brazenly obscene invitation. 

The man walked over to our table and stood between Sandra and me. 

He leaned over and said in a voice that everyone could hear, "I see that there are four men and four women at this table, but I just want to tell you that you are the most beautiful woman in the room." He paused. "My name is Gerard and I hope that at some point this evening you might give me an opportunity to get to know you a little better." 

Sandra smiled at him, "Gerard. I'm Sandra and there is no one in this room that I would like to get to know more than you. I would love it if you would join us right now, please sit down." 

He smiled back and looked at the table, "I would love to but there really isn't any more space." 

Sandra grinned, "I can fix that." She looked at me. "Speedy, go sit in the bar. We'll call you if we need you."

Everyone at the table started to smirk when I stood up and meekly surrendered my seat to Sandra's suitor.

Gerard took my chair without the slightest acknowledgement of thanks. 

I started for the bar in disgrace. I had just gone a few feet when Sandra called to me, "Just a minute Speedy." 

I stopped. 

"Julie and I need some more wine; be a good boy and refill our glasses before you go." 

I filled Julie and Sandra's glasses. I was about to pour some more wine for myself when Sandra placed her hand over my glass and said, "No no, not for you." She looked at me with a wicked smile. "Wine is a drink for men and women. Why don't you see if the bartender has any soda pop. I think that would be a much more appropriate beverage for you this evening." 

I was now totally humiliated, but Sandra wasn't done.

As I turned to leave she stopped me again, "Speedy, you have one more task before you're dismissed." She turned to Gerard, "Can my sweet little baby get you anything from the bar?" 

He looked at me for a moment then he smiled, "I think that I would like a glass of this wine." 

Sandra smirked at me, "Speedy, you heard the man, fetch him a clean glass." 

I obediently walked to the bar and got a fresh glass. I quickly returned to the table and set it in front of Gerard.

When I started to leave Sandra stopped me again, "Speedy where are your manners." She stared into my eyes, "Fill his glass before you go." 

Everyone at the table was silent. They were all watching to see just how much humiliation I was willing to endure. 

I picked up the bottle and slowly poured the wine for Gerard. 

When I was done, he picked up his glass and turned to everyone seated at the table. "I would like to propose a toast." 

The entire group held their drinks up as Gerard said, "To men and women and the pleasure that they can give each other." 

Everyone but me clinked their glasses together. 

Gerard stared directly into my eyes while he sipped his wine. 

As everyone set their drinks back down, Maddie looked at me and said, "Bye bye Speedy." The entire table was laughing as I walked to the bar.

I sat down in the bar and took a deep breath. I knew that Sandra was just trying to play our game, but that little scene was awfully intense. I needed a few moments to pull myself together.

I turned my attention to the Sunday night football game. The Cowboys were playing the Bears, the Cowboys were winning. 

The game was an excellent salve for my bruised ego. I slowly started to calm down. As I relaxed, I started to feel a twinge of masochistic excitement about what had just happened.

I turned my attention back to the table.

Sandra was fawning over Gerard; everything he said appeared to be funny. As I watched them, her hands disappeared under the table. I had a pretty good guess about what she was doing to him. 

Jack and Julie stood up. Jack took Julie's hand and escorted her to the dance floor. Brenda and Mark and David and Maddie quickly followed them. 

Baxter's doesn't play fast music, everything is slow romantic ballads. Dancing at Baxter's has one purpose and one purpose only; it's a prelude to sex. 

As the second song started, Julie said something to Jack. They stopped dancing and walked back to the table. She leaned over and whispered something to Sandra. Sandra smiled and whispered something back to Julie. They both looked over at me. Julie grinned and they both nodded in agreement. 

Julie went back to the dance floor and whispered something to both Maddie and Brenda. As she whispered to each woman they looked over at me, smiled and also nodded in agreement. 

Julie then took Jack by the hand and walked over to me. "Stevie, I need the keys for the car." 

She didn't need to explain. I handed her the keys and said, "Have fun." 

She leaned over and kissed me. As she kissed me she whispered, "I hope Sandra wasn't too rough on you." 

I smiled, "No it was fun." Then I playfully slapped her on the butt and said, "Go make Jack remember you forever." 

They were both laughing as they disappeared out the bar door. 

A few minutes later Brenda and Mark walked by me as they made their way out the bar door and into the parking lot. 

It was a very short time before Maddie and David followed them. 

I looked over at Sandra and Gerard. They were now on the dance floor. Sandra's arms were around Gerard's neck. His hands were on Sandra's ass. Their bodies were pressed as tightly together as possible. I watched them dance this way for several minutes. I felt pangs of jealousy as I watched the way Sandra pressed her cheek against the tall man's chest. 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 24



The song ended. Sandra whispered into Gerard's ear. He nodded yes, took her by the hand and led her into the bar. As they walked passed, Gerard ignored me but Sandra gave me a very quick wink and smile. 

I watched with a mixture of envy, Jealousy and excitement as this arrogant man led the woman I loved out to the parking lot for sex.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 25



Note: This story is the twenty-fifth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

I turned my attention to the football game. The Cowboys and the 49ers were playing. It was the 4th quarter. The cowboys were ahead. 

As I watched the game, I remembered that I was scheduled to go to Dallas on Tuesday to tour a budding new company. If you remember, it was the cancellation of this trip last week that caused my disastrous appearance at Bill and Cindy's dinner party. 

I smiled to myself as I thought about the incredible things that have happened since then. Sometimes life changes very quickly. 

I was just starting to get into the flow of the football game, when Brenda came back through the bar door. I looked at my watch, she'd only been gone for about a half an hour. 

Brenda walked straight over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked until I felt Brenda's tongue pushing a gooey glob of fresh semen into my mouth. I quickly realized what all the whispering was about before the girls went outside. I was going to get a big creamy kiss from each of them when they came in from their parking lot parties. 

Brenda and I separated. As I swallowed Mark's semen she said, "Julie told me you'd really like it if I did that. Was it okay Stevie?" 

I kissed Brenda on the cheek and said, "I won't say that I wasn't surprised, but yes it was okay." 

She sighed in relief. "Good, I was a little nervous about doing that to someone who wasn't my husband." 

She looked at me. "Stevie can I sit with you for a while?" 

"I would love that Brenda." 

"I have to make a phone call first. Can you give me a second?" 

"Of course, take your time." 

She took out her cell phone and pushed a button. She listened for a moment and then said, "Hi Bobby, its me. I'm all done. Can you come and get me? Thanks baby. When you get here just tell Jerry the doorman that I'm in the bar. He'll come in and get me. I'll See you in a few minutes. I Love you sweetheart." 

Brenda put her phone back in her purse, "That was my husband." 

I smiled at her, "I gather from the phone call that he knows you play around." 

"Oh yes, he certainly does. It's kind of funny, we just sort of figured this out last fall."

"What do you mean?" 

"I'm a lot like your girlfriends." She smiled. "All of us are sluts. When I got married I tried to be faithful to Bobby." She paused, "And I really was. I didn't mess around once during the first three years we were married."

"What happened to make that change?"

Last October I was at a party with my husband. I got kind of tipsy. A guy my husband worked with, his name was Bill, asked me to dance. While we were dancing I let Bill feel me up. He got me pretty hot and the next thing I knew, I was rubbing his cock through his trousers." 

Brenda paused to see if I was following her story. 

"When we were driving home Bobby told me he saw me messing around with Bill on the dance floor." She shook her head, "I was drunk and stupidly started to babble about Bill's big cock." 

Brenda looked at me. "My husbands cock is really small. Stevie, I love big cocks and I missed them; Just being able to feel one again got me really excited." 

She sighed, "I love my husband. I was afraid that I'd hurt his feelings so I started telling him how much I loved his little penis. When I reached over to play with it, I discovered that he had an erection. Bobby was turned on by the fact that I had been messing around with this other guy." 

She laughed. "Stevie, we talked all night long. We played some wild sex games and guess what? It turned out that my husband likes me to dominate him just like Sandra dominates you. As part of my dominance I get to play with other guys just like Sandra and Julie play with other guys." 

"Is it working for you two?" 

"I think so, Bobby's actually seen me party with two different men. We've become good friends with one of those men. His name is Gil. He comes over every Saturday afternoon. Gil and I play games with Bobby in the living room for a little while then we go into the bedroom and fuck. Afterwards the three of us usually sit around and talk. Gil has a beer and Bobby and I have a glass of wine. When we finish our drinks, Gil goes home to his wife.

I smiled, "That sounds rather pleasant to me."

Brenda nodded. "Both Bobby and I enjoy it."

She started smiling, "Bobby loves the nights I come to Baxter's. When I get home tonight he's going to kiss my feet and lick my pussy while I describe every detail about my party with Mark."

Brenda stared at me. "Stevie, I really hope this works, I love Bobby so much. I can't imagine that I will ever meet a man that I love more than him." She grinned at me, "But I am a slut. I love fucking lots of different guys. I don't think I can ever give that up again." 

She shook her head. "Stevie, I'm so afraid. I constantly worry that Bobby is going to get jealous and divorce me." She sighed, "I guess were just going to have to keep trying to make this work." She paused. "I think that it helps that Bobby and I really love each other." 

Brenda looked at me. "You guys have the same problems only you have two women." She smiled. "I don't know if that makes it harder or easier." 

"I really love Julie and Sandra, and I think they both love me." 

Brenda smiled, "Oh believe me, they do. I can tell by the way that both of them look at you." 

She stopped. It was clear that she was thinking about what she was going to say next. "Stevie, I realize that I've just gotten to know the three of you. Maddie has told me a lot about your two girls and I'm usually pretty perceptive." She paused, "I think you and Sandra are truly in love with each other. I am not so sure about you and Julie." 

I shook my head, "No Brenda, you're wrong, I love Julie." 

Brenda put her hand on my leg. "Stevie, it's obvious that you're a wonderful man. You're by far the best man in this bar tonight. You remind me of my husband." She paused, "Stevie, you love Julie because she needs to be loved right now. Julie has never been loved in her entire life. You're the first man she's ever met that's been kind to her. You love each other because Julie needs you to love her and she needs to love you." 

Brenda laughed. "Stevie, you're really easy to love. I've just met you and if I didn't have Bobby, I'd be in love with you to." 

She shook her head; "No, the real romance is between you and Sandra. You both love each other very deeply, any fool can see that." 

Brenda looked at me, "Stevie, don't get confused by what I'm saying; please keep loving Julie. She desperately needs you right now." She smiled, "Just remember, your love is going to make Julie grow, as she grows she's eventually going to blossom and find her own true love." 

I sat very quietly for a moment and thought about what Brenda had just said. As I mulled her comments over in my mind I realized that this woman I'd just met understood Sandra, Julie and me very well.

Brenda noticed my quiet reverie. She grabbed my leg and laughed. "I'm sorry Stevie, I'm a hopeless busybody; please forget everything I just said." 

I looked at Brenda, "No, I think you might be right about everything." I smiled, "Don't worry I am going to keep loving Julie. No matter what happens I know that I will always love Julie." I stopped, after a moment I said; "But you may be right, eventually she may find her own true love." 

Brenda leaned over and kissed me. "Stevie you're one in a million. Its easy to see why the girls are both madly in love with you." 

She stopped for a moment. There was something else she wanted to say. She seemed to be thinking about how to say it. 

Finally she looked at me. "Sandra was really nervous that she was being too mean to you in the restaurant tonight. She was trying so hard to act out your fantasies for you." 

Brenda smiled, "You and my Bobby are alike, you both want us to be mean to you." She winked at me, "Don't get me wrong, Sandra, Julie and I are all sadists. We get a big thrill out of being mean to you, but we don't ever want to actually hurt you." She shook her head, "We tread a very thin line. We have to keep trying to cause you pain and make you suffer without going too far. Stevie, that's not always easy."

Brenda leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I just wanted you to know that Sandra and Julie were both very worried that things got out of hand at the table. They love you, they don't ever want to really hurt you." 

I smiled at Brenda. "Thanks, I know the girls love me." I thought for a moment, "I have mixed feelings about what happened tonight. It was horribly humiliating at the time, but now that I look back at it, I have to admit that it was also pretty exciting." I shrugged, "I think all of all of us are exploring new territory. We're going to need some time to figure it all out."

Just then Jerry the doorman came into the bar, "Hey Brenda, Bobby's here." 

Brenda waved and said, "Thanks Jerry." She grabbed my hand, "Come with me, I want you to meet my husband." 

On the way out Brenda said, "The girls told me you like to play golf. They said you're pretty good. Bobby also plays, his handicap is two." 

"Mine's about the same. I'd love to get together with him and play sometime." 

Brenda looked at me, "I'd really like that. I'm hoping that Bobby and I can become good friends with the three of you." 

I squeezed her hand, "Brenda I think you and I just made a lot of progress towards that goal." 

We walked out the front door. A man in his mid 30's was waiting in a large SUV. 

Jerry opened the car door for Brenda. 

When she got inside she introduced us, "Stevie this is my husband Bobby; Bobby this is Stevie." 

We simultaneously waved at each other and mumbled "Pleased to meet you." 

Brenda looked at her husband, "Bobby, Stevie is a submissive cuckold just like you." 

He looked up at me in surprise. I smiled and nodded in agreement. 

Brenda continued, "Maybe the next time I come to Baxter's I can go on a night when Stevie and the girls are going to be here. You could come along and sit in the bar with Stevie." 

Bobby looked at Brenda, "Really, would it be okay for me to do that?" He turned to me, "I'd like that very much." 

I smiled. "I'd love the company." 

Brenda nodded, "Good I'll call Sandra and set it up." She patted Bobby on the leg and said, "Okay Quickspurt, its time to go home."

As they pulled away from the curb Brenda waved at me, "Bye Stevie, it was fun talking to you." 

I waved back, "Bye Brenda. Bobby, it was nice to meet you." 

When they were gone, Jerry opened the door for me so that I could go back into Baxter's. As I passed him I slipped a $10.00 bill into his hand.

It was clear to me that Baxter's was about to become a favorite spot for Julie, Sandra and me. It was time to spread a little good will.

I went back to the bar and sat down again. The football game was over; Dallas had beaten San Francisco. 

While I was watching the post game show, Maddie and David opened the bar door and came in. They were laughing. Maddie was carefully keeping her mouth closed. I knew why. 

David stopped and watched as Maddie marched straight over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. This time I was ready for the gooey glob of semen that was being forced onto my tongue. 

Maddie pushed the entire wad of cum into my mouth. When she was done, she stepped back and said, "Swallow it for us Speedy, swallow all of David's nice gift." 

As I swallowed David's semen I heard him say, "I don't fucking believe it." 

Maddie walked back to her stud and said, "Speedy is a little cuckold wimp; we can make him do anything we want."

I turned my attention back to the television. The bartender had just changed the channel to ESPN. They were showing highlights of the days NFL games. Our local team was one of the winners. 

I was watching the highlights of that game and sipping a diet coke when Julie and Jack came in through the bar door. 

I watched as Jack kissed Julie on the cheek and said, "Baby you were wonderful. Sorry I have to leave so quickly. My wife thinks I'm out watching the Sunday night game with my buddies. I have to get home." 

Julie was keeping her mouth closed. Both Jack and I knew why. 

As Jack opened the bar door to leave, he stopped and turned towards me. He waved and said, "Hey Stevie, nice car." 

I waved back, "Thanks". 

Julie walked over to me and smiled, "Kiss me Stevie; Jack left you a little present." 

She put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. As she kissed me she opened her mouth and pushed Jacks deposit of semen on to my tongue. 

I swallowed it and kissed her again. As I kissed her I whispered into her, "Julie I love you so much." 

She giggled as she kissed me back, "Stevie I love you to." 

For a few moments Julie leaned against me while I held her in my arms. 

Finally I asked, "Did you have fun with Jack?" 

She smiled, "Yes I did. Stevie, he can fuck for a really long time." 

"Did you give him a good blow job?" 

Julie giggled, "Of course I did silly, how do you think I got his little present. We started with one and finished with one." 

I patted her butt. "That's my girl." 

She smiled and then got a serious look on her face. "Stevie, we have to get a little plastic box for the back seat of the limo. We need a safe place to put the used condoms. Jack came twice tonight. The first time was while he was fucking me. The second time was when I gave him the blow job just before we returned to the bar. I made him use a condom when he fucked me." 

"Where's the condom now baby." 

Julie opened her purse and took it out. It was wrapped in several tissues. "Here, I didn't want to mess up your new car; I didn't know what to do with it." 

I kissed her and said, "It would have been okay to leave it on the floor. You can give it to me, I'll take care of it." 

She handed it to me. 

"I'll be right back." 

I took it to the men's room and flushed it. When I returned I found Julie sitting on the bar stool next to mine. 

"Baby, don't you want to go back to the table and find another guy to play with?" 

"No, I'm tired. If you don't mind I'd rather sit here with you." 

"Sweetheart, nothing in this world would make me happier." 

"Could I have a diet coke?" 

I laughed and called Mike the bartender over.

Julie pulled her bar stool over so she was sitting right next to me. I put my arm around her and we snuggled up together while we watched the football highlights. 

I looked around, the people in the bar who had witnessed my earlier humiliation all seemed a little confused. 

I heard the bar door open. Julie and I turned, Sandra was coming in with Gerard. 

He stood by the door while Sandra walked over to me. Both Julie and I knew what was coming. She slid over a little to give Sandra some room. 

Sandra put her arms around me and pulled my face to hers. As we kissed we each opened our mouths and Sandra started pushing Gerard's cum onto my tongue. 

When she finished transferring all of her lover's semen from her mouth to mine, Sandra pulled back and said, "Swallow it baby, swallow all of it." 

She watched as I swallowed it. When I was done she said, "Did you enjoy that sweetheart?" 

I laughed, "I enjoyed all of them."

Sandra kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, "I was hoping you would, maybe later tonight we can have another little discussion about flavor." 

She noticed our diet cokes. "Hey can I have one of those?" 

I smiled, "Of course you can." 

I waved to the bartender, "Hey Mike can we get another Diet Coke." He nodded at me and said, "You got it Stevie." 

I heard Gerard clear his throat behind us. Everyone in the bar looked at him.

He had an impatient expression on his face. "All right Sandra, you've had your little joke; now come sit at the table with me." 

Sandra looked at Gerard and put her arms around me. "Thank you for the invitation, but I'm going to stay with my baby now. Gerard you're a good fuck, I hope I see you here again. I had a wonderful time in your car." 

Gerard stared at Sandra. As he spoke his voice took on an angry tone. "Was this all a big joke to you tonight?" 

Sandra smiled. "No Gerard it was not a big joke, but it was just fun and games. Honey, you have a wife at home. Your display of possessiveness is a little inappropriate." She paused, "Gerard we had a lot of fun in your Mercedes and like I said, you're a really good fuck; but honey that's all you are to me." She kissed me, "This is my man right here." 

"Are you telling me that you prefer that little shrimp to me?" 

Sandra laughed, "Absolutely! I love this little shrimp. So does Julie. This little shrimp has both of our hearts. He's the man of our dreams. We love him dearly." 

Gerard shook his head and stormed out the bar door. 

Mike brought Sandra's Coke and leaned over the bar. "We all enjoyed that a lot. Gerard is the most arrogant asshole to ever come into Baxter's." He laughed. "He's also a rotten tipper." 

Sandra smiled at Mike, "He is a pretty good fuck, but you don't want to spend too much time lying around talking afterwards." 

Everyone at the bar started laughing.

Sandra grabbed the bar stool on the other side of me and pulled it over so she was right next to me. Julie also pulled hers back over. Both of them leaned on me while we watched the rest of the football highlights and drank Diet Coke. 

I looked at my girls. Julie was half asleep. Sandra was quietly watching the television and sipping her soda. 

I kissed Sandra and said, "Don't you want to find another guy and have one more party before we go? Julie and I will be all right watching television." 

She leaned her head against my shoulder, "Thanks Baby, but right now I'd rather be with you." She grabbed my knee, "Lets go home." 

I smiled, "That would be fine with me." I waved to the bartender. "Hey Mike can we have our tab." 

"Sure Stevie, I'll be right there." 

Mike went to the computer next to the register, printed out a slip and brought it to me. 

The bill had both the bar tab and the dinner tab on it. It came to $176.00. 

I pulled out my money clip, peeled off $250.00 and handed it to Mike. 

He counted the bills and said, "I'll get you your change." 

I held up my hand, "No we're good." 

Mike smiled at me; "Thanks Stevie, that's very generous."

"Mike it was a fun night; it was worth every penny." I paused, "Do me a favor, make sure the waiter who lost our business when Sandra was playing with me gets a cut of that okay?" 

"You got it Stevie." 

I rallied my two sleepy heads and started to prod them out the door. 

As I was leaving Mike said; "Hey Stevie, it was nice meeting you. You and the girls are good people; I hope you become regulars here." 

"Thanks Mike, I suspect we will." I smiled; "No, I am certain that we will, take care buddy." 

When we got to the car, Julie crawled into the back seat, stretched out and immediately fell asleep. Sandra got into the front and curled up next to me. 

As we started the drive home Sandra quietly asked, "Stevie, was I too mean to you tonight? I really wanted this to be exciting for you." She sighed, "I tried so hard, but I am afraid that I overdid it." 

I shook my head, "It certainly was exciting." I thought for a moment, "It was the kind of experience that I will probably enjoy more as a memory."




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 25



Sandra nodded, "I think I understand."

We rode together in silence for a little while. We were both contemplating all of this.

After a few minutes I turned to Sandra, "I don't actually think I'm supposed to like it. It's meant to be humiliating and painful for me."

Sandra quietly said, "I liked it."

I looked at her.

"I liked it a lot. I almost had an orgasm when I made you come back to the table to pour a glass of wine for Gerard."

I smiled at Sandra. "It's funny, but that might be the most erotic thing you've ever said to me. My little dick is sticking straight up right now."

"I don't understand."

I grinned, "It's exciting when you humiliate me, its absolutely electrifying when I know you're aroused by it."

Sandra took a deep breath, "I think we're slowly learning more and more about the kinky side of our relationship."

I nodded, "I agree, and I think we still have a lot to learn."

"Would you like to go back to Baxter's again?"

"Yes, very much. I enjoyed the evening."

"When we go back, do you want me to toy with you again?"

I thought for a moment, finally I said; That's really up to you, you're the dom."

"I understand that, but I'd still like to know what you want."

"That was a pretty intense game of humiliation tonight. At times I was mortified by some of the things you made me do. You absolutely shamed me in front of your studs."

Sandra squeezed my leg, "I'm sorry baby."

"I smiled, "No, don't be sorry. The memory of that ordeal is becoming more and more exciting every time I think about it. I don't regret the experience at all."

"Do you want me to do it again?"

"Yes, but not a Baxter's. When we play that intensely I would prefer to do it in a more private environment with people we know and trust."

I looked at Sandra, "The next time we go to Baxter's I'd like to have dinner with you, Julie and your women friends. If you want you can play with me while we eat. After dinner I'd like to quietly retire to the bar. I enjoyed watching you and Julie work. You're both artists. The two of you can sit at the table and entertain your men and I'll happily pick up the tab and watch. That will be enough for me."

Sandra smiled, "That sounds awfully nice to me."

We both got very quiet again.

After a moment I said, "Would you like to know which part of the evening I enjoyed the most?

"Yes, please tell me."

"It was when you and Julie sat with me in the bar after your parties. That was a wonderful way to finish to the night."

Sandra smiled, "I liked that part to."

"Did you like it as much as the part where Gerard was fucking you in his car?"

Sandra started to giggle, "What do you think cuckboy."

"I think you just answered my question."

Sandra put her hand on my crotch and rubbed my erect penis. "You're absolutely right."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 26



Note: This story is the twenty-sixth installment in a series entitled "Sandra  and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates  submissive husband story. That is the  kind of story I write. If you do not  enjoy these types of stories, I strongly  recommend that you look for something  else to read.

The next morning we all had to be up early. 

Julie was the first to get out of bed; her shift at the coffee shop started at 6:00 am. 

I got up with her. 

She went into the bathroom and washed her face. When she came out I asked, "Julie, can I make you some breakfast before you go?" 

"Thanks sweetheart, I can eat at the coffee shop; but a cup of coffee to drink on the way to work would be really nice." 

I started a pot of coffee. 

Julie she gave me instructions while she was getting dressed. "I want to know everything that's going on with the house today. You guys can call the cafe; Rick won't mind fielding my phone calls." She laughed, "It always helps when you give your boss a blow job once a week." 

I poured her coffee into a travel cup and handed it to her. "Julie, you know that you don't have to work as a waitress anymore if you don't want to." 

She smiled, "I know Stevie, but until I have something else to do I want to keep working. I'd feel like a slug just lying around the house all day." She started to giggle. "Besides, I get to drive my new car to work today. I can't wait to show it off to everyone." She kissed me. "I have to run, you guys be sure to call me if anything happens." 

Julie ran out the door. After she was gone I poured myself a cup of coffee and looked in the bedroom. Sandra was still sound asleep. Her first class didn't start until 8:00 am so I left her alone. She could stay in bed for another hour. 

I took the opportunity to enjoy a long hot shower. As I washed myself I was very aware of how different my shaved legs felt. I also had to laugh when I looked down at my painted toenails. 

I was just about to sit down to read the morning paper when I noticed that it was 6:30. I went into the bedroom and gave Sandra a gentle kiss on the forehead. She slowly opened her eyes; when she saw me looking at her she smiled. 

"Its 6:30 baby, time to get up." 

Sandra rubbed her eyes and said "Okay."

Sandra ran into the bathroom while I fixed her some breakfast. 

While she was peeing she asked, "What time do you think I should call Barry today?" 

I thought for a moment, "I'd hoped that we might hear from him yesterday. I assume he called the owners on Saturday afternoon. They should have had plenty of time to consider our offer by now. What time does your first class end? 

"9:30." 

"When is your next class?" 

"Not until 11:00." 

"When does that one end?" 

"12:30." 

"Do you have any afternoon classes?" 

"Not today, but I did promise to meet Bob in his office for lunch right after my 12:30 class." 

I laughed, "Can you make it a quick lunch?' 

Sandra giggled, "Sure I'll just give him a fast blow job. l should be out by 1:00." 

"Why don't you call Barry at 10:00; that will give you time to call Julie and me before you go into class. I suspect we're going to get a counter offer. Our bid is awfully low." 

Sandra walked out of the bathroom. I handed her a glass of orange juice. 

As she drank it she asked, "What should I do if we get a counter offer." 

I considered that question for a moment. "We can always confer over the telephone, but the house is easily worth a million dollars. If they offer to sell it to us for that price, take it. It they want more, up our offer to $975,000. I'm thinking we should try to buy this house for $1,000,000. 

I buttered a toasted english muffin for Sandra while she got dressed, "You want some jam on this?" 

"Yes please." 

I brought the english muffin and a cup of coffee into the bedroom. She was sitting at the new makeup table putting on her eyeshadow. 

We continued talking while she ate her breakfast and finished putting on her makeup. 

"Sandra, I have to go to Dallas tomorrow. I'll be there overnight. Its the trip I was supposed to be on that night Bill and Cindy had their dinner party." 

"Julie and I are going to miss you." Sandra looked at me,  "Stevie Wagner, you have become a very important person to both of us. We'll take you to the airport and pick you up when you get back." She smiled. "We get to drive you in the limo." 

"I'd really like that." 

Sandra looked at the clock, "Give me a kiss. I have to go, so do you. I'll call you at about 10:15 and let you know whats going on." 

Sandra grabbed her backpack and ran out the door. 

I washed the breakfast dishes, put on a coat and tie and left for the office. I'd decided that I would keep on going in to the office until we got the new house. I wanted a better work space before I started to try doing my job at home. 

As I walked out to my car, I noticed that my new bikini panties were surprisingly comfortable.

I was sitting at my desk trying to keep my attention focused on an article in a medical journal. It was about a group in Atlanta that was working on new medication to treat ADHD in kids. I wasn't being very successful. My eyes kept wandering to the clock. It was 10:15. I was certain that Sandra would have called Barry Dunlap at 10:00. She should be calling anytime now. 

I was just starting to consider the possible things that might have gone wrong when my telephone rang. I picked it up, it was Jeanne our receptionist. 

"Stevie you have a call from Sandra Monroe." 

"Thanks Jeanne, put her through." 

I hung up my telephone. When it rang again I picked it up, "Sandra?" 

"Hi Stevie, we got the house." 

She was very excited. 

"Tell me what happened baby." 

"I called Barry at 10:00. You were right, they made a counter offer. It was $1,000,000, I accepted it." She stopped, "That's what I was supposed to do wasn't it?" 

"Yes, you did it exactly right. Were there any riders or complications?" 

"No and I did ask about that, you know I am training to be a lawyer." 

"I know sweetheart, that's why you're handling this deal." 

"Really? Thank you Stevie. I thought it was because Julie and I fucked the realtors." 

"No honey; you're doing it because out of the three of us, you have the best background and training to handle this deal." 

"Stevie that might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me. You're the only guy I know who sees me as more than a pussy and a pair of tits." 

"Sandra you're one of the smartest people I know, and I work with some very bright people. I have solid faith in your judgment." 

"Baby I think I'm going to cry." 

"Well don't, just tell me about the plans for completing this deal." 

She laughed, "Okay Mr. Serious. Barry is going to have the papers ready this afternoon. We have an appointment to meet him at his office at 3:00 pm. I'm supposed to call him back and confirm the time. All three of us need to be there." 

"I can be there, have you talked to Julie?" 

"Yes, I just called her. I hope your not offended that I called her first Stevie, but she's so excited. You and this house are the best things that have ever happened to her in her entire life." 

"Its okay Sandra, I'm glad you called her first." I paused. "So what's the plan?" 

"Do you know where Barry's office is?" 

"Yes, I was there last week." 

"Denny's Bar and Grill is just down the street. They have good hamburgers. Let's meet there at 1:30 for lunch." 

"I thought you were having lunch with Bob today?" 

"I am, but a load of his semen doesn't do much to satisfy my hunger." 

We both laughed. "Okay, I'll be at Denny's at 1:30. What about Julie?" 

"Can you call her? She may want to go there with you. She's a little insecure about this stuff." 

"Sure honey, I'll call her. Don't worry about Julie, I'll take care of her." 

"Thanks Stevie, I have to go. I'll call Barry and confirm the meeting. I'll see you at 1:30. I Love you babe." 

"I Love you to."

I hung up the telephone and sat quietly for several seconds. I needed to catch my breath. Sandra and Julie weren't the only ones who were excited about this deal. 

I was just about to call Jeanne and ask her to get the telephone number for the Tip Top Cafe when my telephone rang again. 

I picked it up, "Stevie you have a call from Julie Gordon." 

"Thanks Jeanne, put her through." 

I hung my telephone up. It rang and I picked it up again. 

"Stevie!" Julie was screaming with joy. 

"Hi Julie." 

"Stevie We got the house!" 

"Yes I know, I just got done talking to Sandra." 

"Stevie I am so excited. Rick told me I can take the rest of the day off. I'd do it, but I don't know where I'd go." 

"Why don't you come down to my office." 

Julie got very quiet, "Would you really let me do that?" 

"Yes, I would love it if you came down here. We're going to meet Sandra for lunch at 1:30. You can see my office and meet the people I work with; then we can go to lunch together." 

"Stevie I'm in my waitress uniform, I don't want to embarrass you." 

"Listen to me Julie, there is nothing you could ever do that would embarrass me; please come down here." 

"I don't know where your office is." 

"You know where the Abrogast Bank Building is don't you?

"Sure that's the really tall building on 4th and Grant." 

"That's where my office is." 

"Really?" 

"Yes really, park your car in the ramp on Grant Street. Don't worry about the cost, I'll take care of your parking. My firm is Patterson, Wright and Turner Investments. We're on the 38th floor. When you get here tell Jeanne the receptionist your name. She'll be expecting you." 

"Stevie, are you sure this is okay?" 

"Yes I am sure. Julie, I want you to meet the people I work with and I want them to meet you." 

"If its really okay, I would love to visit your office." 

"Good, I'll see you in a few minutes."

I hung up the telephone and walked out to the reception area to see Jeanne. 

"Jeanne I have a special favor to ask." 

"Go ahead Stevie, I'll try to do anything I can to help you." 

"I'm expecting a young woman named Julie Gordon. She's kind of special to me." 

Jeanne looked at me and said, "Oh really?" 

I smiled, "Jeanne I'm not telling you this so you can gossip about it. I'm asking you to give her the VIP treatment. She's very nervous about coming up here. I just want you to try to make her feel comfortable." 

Jeanne smiled, "No problem Stevie; I'll give her the royal welcome." 

"Thanks Jeanne." 

"Hey Stevie, here's your airplane ticket, rental car and hotel reservations for Dallas tomorrow. The guys told us to book you into first class for your flight. You're stepping up in the world." 

"Wow, a little success sure does bring rewards around here." 

"I think you had more than just a little success. Every person here including me profited from your little project last week." 

"Good Jeanne, I'm glad to hear that you got in on it to. Call me when Julie gets here." 

"I will Stevie." 

I returned to my office and sat down at my desk. I was just starting to take another look at the article about the group in Atlanta when Jeanne called" 

"Stevie, Ms. Julie Gordon is her to see you." 

"Thanks Jeanne, I'll be right out." 

I walked out to the reception area. Jeanne and Julie were looking out the window. Jeanne was pointing out landmarks to Julie. 

I walked up to them; "Hi Julie, I'm really glad you were able to come down here." 

She turned; "Hi Stevie, what a wonderful view. Jeanne was just pointing out the Tip Top Cafe. She told me that she and her husband used to go there for breakfast." 

I looked at Jeanne, "Thank you very much." 

She smiled, "It was a pleasure." 

"Come on Julie, I'll show you my office." 

We started down the hall. On the way we passed the conference room. The three partners: Avery, Arnie and Jonathon were in there talking. 

Arnie called to me when he saw us walk by, "Hey Stevie come in here for a minute." 

Julie whispered to me, "I'll wait out here." 

I smiled, "Don't be silly." I took her hand and led her into the conference room. 

Avery looked up; "Hi Stevie, whose your lovely friend?" 

Julie blushed. 

"Gentlemen, this is my close friend Julie Gordon." 

Arnie smiled, "Ms. Gordon it is a pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Stevie's is always welcome in this office." 

Julie smiled back, "Thank you, Its nice to meet you to." 

Avery looked at me, "Tell us about this company in Dallas?" 

I gave them a brief outline of what I knew and why I was interested enough to be going down there. 

Arnie asked, "Do they have the necessary management skills to pull this off?" 

"I can give you a better answer to that on Thursday." 

Jonathon said, "How about meeting us right here at 10:00 on Thursday morning?" He looked around. "Does that work for everyone?" 

The other partners all nodded in agreement. 

Arnie said, "Okay, we'll expect a full report on Thursday." He turned to Julie. "Ms Gordon you are beautiful and charming. If you are ever looking for a job be sure to call us." 

I intervened, "Julie is going to be starting college this winter. My hope is that someday she might be interviewing here for a job as a broker." 

Avery looked at Julie, "What college are you planning on attending?" 

Julie looked flustered so I answered for her. "We're going shopping on Thursday afternoon. We've been discussing either Kelroy or Maple Hills Community College." 

Avery nodded in approval, "Kelroy is a wonderful school and I've heard nothing but good things about Maple Hills. Ms Gordon I think you will do well with either choice." He paused, "When you're done with school, please do come back and see us." He turned to me. "Have a good trip to Dallas Stevie." 

We left, I knew when I was being dismissed. 

When we got to my office Julie asked, "Stevie those were really nice men, who were they?" 

"Do you remember the three names you saw on the front door?" 

"Yes." 

"Those are the guys."

She grinned, "Wow! You mean I actually could work here some day?" 

I laughed, absolutely but let's get you through college first." 

Julie put her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Stevie, since I met you my life has been wonderful. I feel like you're a prince leading me through a fairy tale." 

"Jules, I'm also finding life to be pretty wonderful these days." 

"Stevie, that's the first time you called me Jules, I like it." 

I kissed her on the cheek and looked at my watch. "Jules its just after noon. We have to meet Sandra at 1:30. We just have time to run home. We can drop off one car and you can change out of your waitress uniform." 

"I'd like that." 

"Okay lets go. Here's $10.00 to cover the parking ramp. I'll meet you at home." 

As we walked by Jeanne I said, "Thanks again for everything. I'm leaving for the day. I'll be back in the office on Thursday morning." 

"Have a good trip Stevie."

Julie and I got to Denny's Bar and Grill just before 1:30. Julie drove, I wanted to ride in her new car. 

We went into the bar and looked around, Sandra hadn't arrived yet. We found a table and ordered two Diet Cokes. 

As we sipped our sodas, Julie said, "Stevie those men you work for said you're going to Dallas tomorrow; Is that true?" 

"I'm sorry Julie; so much has happened lately that I just forgot about the trip. I'll be back Wednesday evening." 

"I'm going to miss you." 

I'll miss you to, but look at the bright side; tomorrow night will be a good chance for you to go out and get laid." 

Julie smiled. "I hadn't thought about it like that. I'll call Ed and Tommy. They were the two guys I stood up the night you and Sandra got back together." She considered this for a moment. "Maybe when I go over there, they could punish me for standing them up? That might be a lot of fun." 

I laughed, "Jules, you're even kinkier than I am." 

Just then Sandra walked into the bar. We waved to get her attention. As soon as she saw us, she came over and sat down. 

When she was seated Sandra looked at Julie and me and sighed. She appeared to be a little flustered. 

I gave her a second to catch her breath, then I asked, "What's the matter baby?" 

"Oh Stevie I'm just a mess." 

"Did something happen; Are you all right?" 

"I'm fine." She shook here head,  "Stevie, I mean that literally; I am just a mess." 

I smiled, "You'd better give us a few more details." 

Just then the waitress arrived. We ordered a Diet Coke for Sandra and three burger baskets. 

When the waitress left, Sandra started her explanation. 

"You know how I told you I was meeting Bob in his office right after my last class." 

"Yes" 

"Remember that I told you I was just going to give him a quick blow job so that I could meet you guys on time?" 

We both nodded. Apparently Julie also knew about Sandra's date with Bob. 

"Well when I got to his office and told Bob that I only had time to give him a blow job, he started whining. He complained because that was all he got the last time we were together." She looked at me. "It was the day I had that date with his friend Richard. That was when I set it up so you could walk in on us while I was sucking Bob's cock. You remember that don't you?" 

"Of course I remember that." 

"Anyway, Bob kept whining about wanting to fuck me so I finally decided that it would be quicker to just let him do it than to keep arguing with him about it." She shook her head. "Sometimes Bob can be a real pain in the ass. If he wasn't such a good fuck, I swear I'd stop seeing him." 

Sandra's soda arrived; she took a big sip and continued. 

"So I went down on him. I gave him my very best blow job. I wanted to get him really excited, that way I could make him cum quickly when he started fucking me." 

The burger baskets arrived. All three of us were hungry so we took a break from Sandra's story while we ate." 

After several bites, Sandra set her burger down and continued. 

"After I sucked him for a while Bob pulled me up and turned me around. He bent me over his desk, lifted the hem of my skirt up to my waist, pulled my panties down to my knees and pushed his big cock into my cunt." 

Sandra took another bite of her hamburger, after she swallowed she continued. 

"You guys know me. I was screaming with pleasure in no time at all." She smiled, "Bob has a really big cock and he knows how to use it."

Sandra took a drink of her soda. "Next he picked me up, carried me over to the couch, laid me down on my back, climbed on top of me and pushed that huge dick back into me."

Sandra closed her eyes. "Bob was on top, holding me down while he fucked me. He was rough, it was almost brutal." She took a deep breath. "It felt so good, I was going wild. At that point, I didn't care about anything but his cock." 

Sandra took another sip of her soda. 

"He kept fucking me harder and harder. Suddenly, I felt his muscles start to tighten. I could tell that he was about to ejaculate."

Sandra stopped to catch her breath; just telling us this story was getting her excited again. 

After a moment she continued,  "Bob always wants to cum in my pussy. He has a little fantasy about getting me pregnant. He likes to tell me that he wants to see me walking around big with his baby."

Sandra shrugged, "I'm on the pill. I'm not going to get pregnant, so I always let him have his fantasy. I don't even try to make him pull out." She giggled. "I don't really want him to. I love the way it feels when a guys shoots his stuff into me." 

She looked at Julie. "You like that to don't you Jules?"

Julie laughed. "Oh yes, that feels so good." 

"Anyway Bob started to pump his semen into me." Sandra laughed. "I'm not kidding when I say pump. You know how most guys give you 2 or 3 good spurts when they cum and then it just dies down to a dribble?" 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 26



Sandra looked at me, "Stevie, maybe you don't know that but Julie does." 

I looked at Julie. She was nodding in agreement. 

"Well Bob didn't slow down, he just kept pumping cum into me. I don't know what got in to him. It seemed like he'd been saving up since the last time we were together." She paused. "I don't know, maybe he never jacks off." She shrugged, "Don't most guys jack off? I would if I was a guy. Hell, I'd jack off all the time." 

Both Julie and Sandra started laughing. 

After a moment Sandra continued her story.

"Anyway Bob finally finished ejaculating. His cock got soft and slipped out of me. I assumed he was done. I stood up and started to pull up my panties. I was already a mess, my crotch and thighs were covered with his cum.

Sandra took a quick break and ate a couple of French fries. She washed them down with a sip of Coke and continued.

"Well guess what, he wasn't done. He grabbed me and told me he wanted me one more time. He pulled me back over to his desk, sat down, pushed me to my knees and started rubbing his soft cummy cock all over my face." 

Sandra smiled. "Stevie, I know you don't like Bob, but he is a tremendous fuck and he just gave me his finest effort. I was really excited. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I started stroking and sucking that big dick of his again. It wasn't long before it was sticking straight out."

Sandra looked at us, "For an old guy, Bob can recover very quickly. He pulled me up on my feet and bent me over his desk again. This time, he pulled me back little so my ass was accessible to him. He got behind me. A thrill shot threw me when I felt the head of his big cock pushing at my asshole." 

Sandra looked right at me. "Stevie I went wild. You don't know this about me, but I really like getting fucked in my ass." 

Next to me I heard Julie say, "Stevie I do to." 

I was shocked. I never imagined that either of them would do that. I looked at both of them, "Doesn't it hurt?" 

They both laughed and said in unison, "No." 

Sandra continued her story. "Bob knew how much I liked this so he kept pushing that big cock of his deeper and deeper into me. Once he was all the way inside me, he gave me a moment to relax. As soon as he felt me start to move my ass he started fucking me." 

Sandra sighed, "He fucked me with long slow strokes. It felt wonderful. I must have cum 2 or 3 times. Stevie, I almost passed out from the pleasure when I felt Bob pump his second load of cum into my ass." 

Sandra took a moment to catch her breath. She was obviously very excited.

After a few seconds she had collected herself enough to continue. 

Bob's cock gradually got soft and slipped out of my ass. He stood up and rolled me over.  

"I was sitting on Bob's desk. My blouse was open, my hair was a mess. I'd lost my panties and Bob's cum was running out of my pussy and my ass."

Sandra stopped and looked at me. "Stevie please don't misunderstand what I am about to say. I love you more than any man in the world and I always will. At that moment however, I was consumed by lust. I belonged to Bob. I was his fuck toy. 

Sandra's voice got very quiet, "I got down on my knees and started stroking his cock again. Time was now irrelevant to me. I would have stayed there and done his bidding for the rest of the afternoon. " 

Sandra hugged me, "Stevie please forgive me. I'm so sorry, sometimes sex just takes hold of me."

She shook her head, "Bob pulled me to my feet and said, 'I'm done with you. You can go to your little sissy wimp boyfriend now.'" 

Sandra took a deep breath, it was like he released me from a spell. I was suddenly aware of what time it was and how important this afternoon was to the three of us. I found my panties and put them on. I pushed my skirt back down and ran out of Bob's office with his cum dripping from my pussy and my asshole." 

Sandra stared at the floor. "On the way over here I tried to wipe myself off with some tissue, but It didn't work very well. I'm sitting in a pool of Bob's semen right now. 

Sandra looked at us, she was crying. "Stevie, Julie can the two of you ever forgive me?" 

Both Julie and I leaned over and kissed Sandra. 

I said, "Sweetheart, Its okay. We aren't perfect. We don't have to be perfect. All three of us are human beings with human flaws. One of your weaknesses is your lust. Julie and I have weaknesses to." 

I smiled at her, "Being in love with each other means that we accept each other as the people we are."  

I looked at both of my girls. "When I tell the two of you that I love you, it means exactly that. My love for the two of you is total and unconditional. Sandra and Julie, both of you are sluts. I'm a little submissive sissy wimp. That's okay. Its who we are, but its only partly who we are. The two of you are also both bright, loving, caring women who I trust completely. I can't say that about many people in this world." 

I looked at Sandra. "If the worst had happened and you'd spent the entire afternoon fucking Bob, Julie and I would have been disappointed. We probably would have even been mad." 

I took Sandra's hand. "But we wouldn't have stopped loving you. We would have rescheduled the meeting. We would have bought the house tomorrow instead of today. We would have gone on loving each other. That's what love is all about. We enjoy and celebrate each others strengths and accept and help each other with our weaknesses." 

Julie and Sandra stared at me. They were both very quiet. 

Finally Julie said, "Stevie, you're not a little sissy wimp. You're the biggest, strongest man I've ever met." 

I smiled and took both girls hands. "And your not really sluts. You may be women who freely enjoy sex, but you're both honest, forthright and true. That's a lot more than I can say about most of the hypocritical preachers and politicians in the world today. They're the real sluts." 

All three of us started laughing.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 27



Note: This story is the twenty-seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

I looked at my watch, it was 2:30. We had an important meeting in 30 minutes. One of my girls had a huge mess between her legs, I needed to act. 

"Julie call Barry, tell him we have to move the meeting back to 3:30." I handed her three $20.00 bills. "Pay the check and meet us back at the apartment as quickly as you can." 

I took Sandra's hand, "Come on sweetheart; we just have time to get home and get you cleaned up." When she stood up, I saw a huge wet spot on the back of her skirt. Sandra wasn't kidding when she said Bob had really filled her up. 

We got to the apartment as rapidly as we could. As soon as we were inside I started helping Sandra get undressed. 

We quickly got her skirt, blouse and brassiere off. Her panties were a mess. I got a towel from the bathroom and laid it on the bed. 

"Sandra sit down." 

She smiled at me. "Baby, would you clean me up." 

"Sure honey." 

Sandra leered at me, "I'd really like it if you did it with your tongue." 

She spread her legs. I pulled her panties off; they were saturated with Bob's semen. 

Sandra took them from me and pushed the wet crotch into my mouth. "Suck all of the cum out of them baby, don't miss any of it." 

Sandra's words had an almost magical affect on me. Now I was the one under a spell. I became Sandra's slave. Suddenly my only concern was to do her bidding. 

I sucked on her panties for several seconds. While I was doing this I heard the door open, it was Julie. 

She walked into the bedroom. I looked up, she was smiling at me. Julie sat down on the bed next to us, lifted her skirt up, pulled her panties aside and started to masturbate. 

Sandra took her panties from me and threw them in the corner. "Lick Bob's cum off of my thighs." 

I did as I was told. I worked quickly. Her thighs were clean is seconds. 

"Now my pussy, lick my lovers cum from my pussy cuckboy." 

I started to lap up the river of semen that was still flowing from Sandra's cunt. Sandra sat up and pulled the lips of her pussy apart. Globs of Bob's cum flowed into my mouth. She was right; Bob had pumped an amazing amount of semen into her. 

Finally, the flow slowed to a trickle. Sandra pulled me up to the bed. She pushed me down on my back and climbed on top of me. I looked up at her gorgeous ass. Her usually cute little anus was still stretched out from Bob's cock. It glistened from the coating of dried cum on it. 

"Now my ass cuckboy, lick my lovers cum from my asshole." 

When Sandra sat down on my face a stream of semen poured into my mouth from her gaping asshole.

As soon as I finished cleaning Bob's cum from Sandra's asshole, Julie stepped in and provided the structure we needed. 

"Guys, its almost 3:00. Sandra, get in the shower. Stevie go wash your face. We have to be out of here in 15 minutes." 

While I was washing my face Julie said, "I talked to Barry, 3:30 was not a problem, but he has a 5:00 appointment. We can't waste anymore time." 

She giggled. "So far you guys have had all the fun today. I get my turn when the meeting is over. I have a promise from Barry. He's going to do me in the middle of the conference table while you guys watch. I told him he could fuck me in the ass if he moved the meeting back to 3:30." 

I finished drying my face and looked at Julie. "Jules, I am quickly becoming convinced that if we had a competition to decide which of us was the kinkiest, you would be the winner." 

She laughed, "Believe me Stevie; it wouldn't be a contest." 

Sandra finished her shower and got dressed. It was nearly 3:15 by the time we got into the Lincoln. It was exactly 3:30 when we pulled up in front of the real estate office 

Sandra spoke for us at the meeting. She was very professional. She carefully checked each form and approved it before she passed it to Julie and me for our signatures. 

By 4:10 all the papers were signed and we had made a down payment on the property at 1211 Oak Grove Drive. The three of us were well on our way to becoming home owners. 

Barry stood up, "The owners are very anxious to get this deal done. If you can get the financing together, we could probably close in about 3 weeks." 

Sandra smiled at Barry, "We would love to close as quickly as possible. The financing won't be an issue."

We all looked at each other, the meeting was over.

Julie stood up. "Just a minute guys. We have one more piece of business to complete before this deal is done." She walked over to Barry, unbuttoned his shirt and started to play with his nipples. 

Barry unzipped Julie's skirt and let it fall to the floor. 

Sandra came over to me and sat in my lap while Julie undid Barry's trousers and pushed them down to his ankles. 

Barry lifted Julie up, laid her on the conference table and rolled her onto her side. She leaned forward, grasped his erect cock with both hands and put it into her mouth. At the same time, Barry pulled Julie's panties aside and started to finger her moist pussy.

Sandra leaned back and whispered, "This is really hot; play with my pussy while we watch." 

I slipped my fingers between Sandra's legs and massaged her panty covered cunt while we watched Julie suck Barry's cock.

Julie was attacking her lover's erection with wild abandon. She was obviously already lost in a frenzy of lust. Apparently, the earlier events of the day had gotten her very aroused. 

Barry enjoyed Julie's blow job for a few moments then took his cock out of her mouth and moved around to the end of the conference table. He rolled Julie onto her stomach, pulled her panties off and spread her legs. Barry tried to push his cock into Julie's cunt, but she stopped him. 

"Remember your promise Baby; I want you to fuck my ass." 

Barry smiled and rubbed the head of his cock in Julie's pussy. When he had it nice and slippery, he pulled her back just a little so her ass was easily accessible. 

I was fascinated as I watched Barry press the tip of his cock into Julie's tight little anus. 

Julie held her breath as Barry pushed harder and harder. Suddenly she gasped as the huge head of Barry's erect penis popped into her asshole.

They both remained perfectly still for a moment. Finally Julie started to move. When Barry felt Julie's movement he began pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her ass.

Julie's eyes were closed. Her breathing was labored. She was biting her lower lip.

I started to worry that Barry was hurting her.

Sandra must have sensed my concern. She whispered to me, "Don't worry Stevie, she's doing fine."

Once Barry had the full length of his cock inside Julie he stopped. He gave her a moment to get used to the feel of his enormous penis, then he started to move. He worked slowly at first. Barry fucked Julie's ass with long graceful strokes. 

Julie looked at me and smiled as her lover pushed his cock in and out of her ass.

Sandra leaned over, "Do you see how much she's enjoying this Stevie?"

I nodded.

Barry was good. He knew how to vary his rhythm and pace. The changes in tempo drove Julie wild. Soon she was moaning with delight as she thrust her hips back to meet Barry's cock each time he pushed it into her. 

The two lovers started to lose control. They were fucking each other with unbridled fury. The sexual tension was becoming unbearable for both of them. Suddenly Julie started to cry as an orgasm exploded inside her. 

At the same time Barry made one last thrust deep into Julie's ass and stopped moving. After a moment he groaned as he began ejaculating.

Julie screamed with pleasure when she felt Barry pumping his semen into her. It was a public office. Sandra jumped up and put a hand over Julie's mouth to try to muffle the sound.

Barry and Julie gradually relaxed as the waves of pleasure from their orgasms began to subside. Barry leaned forward, gently kissed Julie between her shoulder blades and stood up. Julie uttered a muffled cry of protest when she felt his limp cock slip out of her ass. 

Sandra pulled her hand from Julie's mouth, kissed her on the lips and whispered to her, "Just lie still baby."

Sandra spread the cheeks of Julie's ass and turned to me. There was a huge grin on her face, "Cuckboy I think you have a little more cleaning to do." 

Julie moaned as she felt me lick Barry's semen from her gaping asshole

After Julie and Barry got dressed, we discussed some quick details about the house. I requested a walk through next weekend so that the girls could start making decorating and furnishing plans. 

Barry was very accommodating. We agreed to meet him at the house at 10:00 Saturday morning. 

We left Barry in his office just before 5:00. It was still too early to go to dinner, so we decided to drive by the house. 

We parked in front. The girls were so excited that they could barely contain themselves. 

We spent the next hour exploring the neighborhood. We found what was soon to become our local grocery store. We went in and looked around just for fun. 

Down the street, we found a small Italian restaurant. It was finally supper time so we decided to try dining in our new neighborhood. We each ordered a different pasta dish and shared. The food was good. The garlic bread was very good. We had a nice bottle of red wine that was reasonably priced. As we left, we agreed that we would happily return to dine there again. 

We drove home and spent the rest of the evening talking about plans for the house. The girls got very excited when I told them that they could be in charge of furnishing and decorating the house.

At bed time Julie said, "I'd really like it if all three of us could make love together tonight. 

Sandra smiled and agreed, "I'd like that to Jules. How would you like to do it?" 

Julie got up, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Sandra come and sit next to me." 

As Sandra sat down Julie said, "Stephanie go put on your nighty." 

As I got my nighty out of my dresser, I was very aware of the fact that Julie had chosen to call me Stephanie. Somehow, I didn't believe that I was going to be fucking anybody tonight. 

I slipped my nighty over my head and pulled it down. Sandra laughed and said, "Isn't she cute Jules? She definitely has to wear that tomorrow night in Dallas." 

Julie smiled and said, "Of course she does. That's one way we can be sure that she's not playing with hookers or loose women while she's away." 

Sandra pretended to be shocked. "I can't imagine that our Stephie would ever dream of playing with another woman. She knows that's not allowed." 

Julie giggled, "We're the only ones who get to play around. I have a date tomorrow night, don't you Sandra?" 

Sandra laughed. "Of course I do silly. I plan to spend all of tomorrow night getting fucked." Sandra looked at me. "Poor Stephie, she's the only one who's going to have to be celibate." She smiled at me. It was a teasing smile, "Stephie, you can go to sleep tomorrow night knowing that both of your girls are enjoying themselves in the arms of other men." 

Julie grinned. "In my case, I plan to be in the arms of two other men." Julie looked at me. "Did you hear that sissyboy? Tomorrow night I'm going to let two men fuck me at the same time. Do you know what you're going to be doing? You're going to be lying in bed all by yourself being totally faithful to us." 

The tone of Julie's voice suddenly became very stern. "Cuckboy, come over here and remove our clothing."

I undressed both Julie and Sandra and carefully put their clothes away. When I was done I stood in front of them waiting for my next instructions. 

Julie lifted her feet up, "Stephanie, get down on your knees and make love to my toes." 

I did as I was told. As I kissed and licked Julie's feet she took Sandra in her arms and kissed her on the lips. Their passion grew quickly. Julies hand slipped to Sandra's crotch. I watched as she pushed two fingers into her cunt.

After a few moments of this Julie looked at me and said, "Now make love to Sandra's feet." 

I turned my attention to Sandra's toes. The girls started kissing again. As we continued it was obvious to me that both Sandra and Julie were getting very aroused. 

Julie sat up. She whispered to Sandra, "Lie back on the bed baby; I want to lick your cunt." 

Julie turned to me, "Lick my ass while I make love to Sandra." 

Julie positioned herself between Sandra's legs and started to kiss and lick her cunt. At the same time I pulled myself up on the bed and began licking Julie's asshole. 

Julie was obviously skilled at eating pussy. She quickly brought Sandra to an orgasm. As soon as Sandra recovered from her climax, the girls traded places. 

Julie laid her head on a pillow and spread her legs. As Sandra started eating her cunt she looked at me, "Now lick Sandra's ass while she makes love to me." 

I made love to Sandra's asshole while she kissed and licked Julie's pussy. It only took Sandra a few moments to bring Julie to an orgasm. 

The girls made me kneel obediently at the foot of the bed while they lay cuddled together enjoying the afterglow of their sex. It was an intentional demonstration of their dominance.

Finally Julie looked at me and smiled. "Come up here and join us Stephie." 

The girls made room for me to slide in between them. 

Julie and Sandra kissed me. At the same time, both girls reached down, grasped my tiny penis between their fingers and jacked me off in tandem.

Having two beautiful naked women masturbate you at the same time is really quite exciting. I wanted this to last for a little while. I attempted to focus my attention on something else. I tried to think of the names of all thirty-two NFL teams. 

It kind of worked. I actually got to seventeen before I felt that familiar sensation of pleasure.

As my clittie dribbled its little stream of semen Julie whispered to me, "Stephie you're getting better. You're learning to control yourself."

Sandra pulled my nighty over my head and kissed me, "Stevie we're both very pleased with your progress."

I beamed with pride as I pulled the blankets over us. 

Julie, Sandra and I cuddled up together and enjoyed the warm feel of our naked bodies pressing against each other.

As we fell asleep Julie whispered, "I love you guys." 

Sandra and I smiled at her and said in unison, "We love you to Julie."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 28



Note: This story is the twenty-eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

All three of us were up early. My plane left for Dallas at 7:30. I wanted to be at the airport by 6:00. 

We actually left a little earlier. Julie wanted to go with us. Sandra had to be able to get me to the airport and still get Julie to the coffee shop before her 6:00 am shift started. The girls made me sit in the back of the Lincoln while they rode in the front. 

Julie laughed as she got into the car. "Stevie, Sandra and I are your chauffeurs for this trip." 

As we drove to the airport Sandra said, "I'll call you tonight on your cell phone. I'll try to call about 8:00. Do you think you'll be in your hotel room by then?" 

"I'll try to be. After I get done touring the company, these guys are planning to take me to dinner. They're trying to build some investor confidence in their project. " I thought for a minute. "I'll just leave my cell phone on during dinner. I know that you both have dates tonight. Calling me later may get kind of complicated for the two of you." 

Sandra laughed, "The guy I'm seeing is named Peter. He's been trying to get me to go out with him for over a month now. I'll take a break whenever I need to. If he doesn't like it, that's just too bad." 

Julie looked back at me, "I want to call you to. I'm seeing Ed and Tommy. You know, those two guys I stood up. They're good guys. I'll just tell them that were taking a break so I can call you. How about 9:30, would that be okay Stevie?' 

I smiled at her. "That would be a wonderful time Julie." I turned to Sandra. "Don't worry if you don't get a chance to call; I'll be back tomorrow night." 

Sandra looked at me in the rearview mirror. "What do you mean? You're my baby, I am going to call you. Nothing is going to keep me from talking to you tonight." 

We pulled up in front of the airport. As I got out of the car Julie said, "Remember what we told you last night; absolutely no fooling around." 

Sandra laughed. "Remember Stevie; were the only ones that get to fool around. We don't even want to hear that you went to a strip club." She paused, "Oh and no jacking off tonight either. You only get to cum when you're with us." 

I grabbed my suitcase and closed the car door. I looked in the window and said, "I guess I'm on a pretty short leash tonight." 

Sandra smiled at me, "You'd better believe it baby." 

Julie started laughing. "A leash, what a wonderful idea. I think I might have to get one and put you on it when you get home tomorrow night." 

I looked at her and grinned, "Promises, promises." 

I waved goodbye. As I stepped onto the sidewalk I heard the car door open. I turned. Julie had gotten out and was running to me. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. 

Sandra pulled the car over to the curb and got out to. She walked over to me. When Julie was done kissing me, Sandra took her turn and also gave me a big hug and a kiss. She looked at me and said, "Were going to miss you big guy." 

I laughed, "Big guy?" 

Julie looked at me, "You're the biggest guy I've ever met Stevie." 

I gave each of them a quick peck on the cheek, "I have to go. I'll see you both tomorrow night."

It was a productive day. The company was well managed and the people were pleasant. I got back to my hotel at about 8:30. I was just sitting down to watch a little television when my cell phone rang. 

I picked it up, "Hello." 

It was Sandra, "Hey Sissyboy; I hope you have you're wearing your nighty." 

"Not yet, I just got back from dinner. I haven't had a chance to shower and get ready for bed yet. Besides I was kind of thinking of going out to a strip club." 

Sandra laughed, "If you dare do that, the torment we put you through when you return home will be unimaginable." 

"Wow that sounds almost irresistible." 

"Don't test us wimp boy; Julie and I both have evil imaginations." 

"I know baby, that's why I'm madly in love with the two of you." I paused, "So how's your date going?" 

"Oh baby Peter is so hot. He has a huge cock and I've already sucked him one time and let him fuck me one time." 

"Where is he now sweetheart?" 

"Were at his place. He's in the bedroom. I'm sitting in the bathroom. He thinks I'm going potty. Stevie I think he might keep fucking me all night long." 

I laughed, "Good for you baby. I expect you to have a look of serenity and contentment on your face when you pick me up at the airport tomorrow night." 

Sandra giggled, "Is that an order sir?" 

"Yes woman, it is. Now I think you'd better hang up the telephone and get back into that bedroom and start fucking again." 

"Hey Stevie what time does your plane come in tomorrow?' 

"Its scheduled for 5:15. I'll call you on your cell phone when the plane lands." 

"I'll be waiting." She paused, "Stevie, Brenda called. She wants to know if the three of us will meet her and her husband at Baxter's on Thursday night. Is that okay with you?" 

"Sure, I met Bobby on Sunday evening. He seems like a nice enough guy. It should be fun." 

"Okay I'll call Brenda and tell her we'll be there." 

"Hey Sandra, remember that I am taking Julie college shopping on Thursday afternoon. Make sure we have enough time to get that done. It's really important to me." 

"Don't worry, its really important to me to. I'll make sure that you and Julie have plenty of time." 

"Thanks sweetie. Now go have some more fun with your new guy." 

"Goodnight Stevie, I love you." 

"I love you to baby, I'll see you tomorrow." 

I took my shower and put on my nighty. I opened the minibar, found a little bottle of scotch and grabbed a glass. I was just sitting down to watch television when my phone rang again. 

I picked it up, "Hello." 

"Hey Stevie." 

"Hi Julie, How's your evening going?' 

"Stevie it's so hot. When I called Ed and Tommy this morning I told them that they could punish me for not keeping my date last week." 

"Okay, so what did they do." 

"Stevie, when I got here they blindfolded me and tied me to the bed. They took turns kissing me and feeling me up, then they pulled my clothes off. When I was naked, they started fondling me. Stevie it was so exciting. I was tied up and I couldn't see anything. I felt helpless. One of them put his cock into my mouth while the other one fingered my pussy. Baby, I was so turned on. I was sopping wet." 

Julie seemed to be having a little trouble breathing. 

"Jule's you sound funny, are you okay?" 

"Stevie, I'm wonderful; the guys are playing with me right now." 

I laughed, "Right now?" 

"Yes, I'm riding Tommy's cock and Ed is playing with my tits. If I wasn't talking to you I'd have Ed's cock in my mouth." 

"Are you having fun?" I was a little worried about what was happening to Julie.

"Oh yes Stevie, I really am. It was so hot when they tied me up and blindfolded me, but they only did that for a few minutes. They untied me and took the blindfold off a long time ago." 

Julie must have picked up on the tone of concern in my voice. "Stevie you don't have to worry, Tommy and Ed are really nice guys. I've known them for a couple of years now. Were just playing games. They would never do anything to hurt me." 

She thought for a moment, "Stevie, when I was explaining to them why I didn't show up last week; I had to tell them all about you. They'd both love to meet you. All three of us decided it would be fun if they were doing me while I talked to you on the telephone." 

She paused for a moment. "Sorry Stevie, I had to try to catch my breath. Its not that easy to fuck and talk on the phone at the same time. Stevie did you have a good day today?" 

"I did Julie, I'll tell you all about it when I get home tomorrow. Listen sweetheart you'd better go back to your boys. I'll bet Ed is feeling kind of neglected right now." 

Julie laughed, "Okay. Hey Stevie I love you so much; I really miss you. I'll see you at the airport tomorrow. Does Sandra know when you're coming in?" 

"She does. Julie, I love you and I miss you. I'm glad your having fun tonight. I'll see you tomorrow." 

I hung up the telephone and smiled to myself; being a cuckold sure creates some bizarre situations.

The company took me to breakfast on Wednesday morning. We had a good opportunity to discuss their plans and schedule for anticipated growth. 

When we were done, they took me back to my hotel. I packed my bag, checked out of my hotel and headed for the airport. I got there well ahead of schedule. The Dallas airport is huge, I wanted plenty of time to check in and get through security. 

My plane arrived on time. I called Sandra while we taxied to the gate, "Hi baby, my plane just landed." 

"Hi Stevie, Julie and I have been waiting for your call. We'll leave right now. We should be there in about 20 minutes." 

"Call me on my cell phone when you get to the airport. I'll tell you where I am." 

I went to the baggage claim area to get my bag. The new restrictions on liquids make carrying on much more difficult. I always check my bag now. I think its easier." 

As I walked out of the terminal and entered the passenger pickup area, my cell phone rang. 

It was Julie, "Were here sweetheart." 

I looked down the sidewalk, the Lincoln was about 200 feet away. I waved. "Look straight ahead, do you see me?" 

"Yes, we'll be right there." 

The car pulled up. I threw my bag in the backseat and climbed in. 

As Sandra pulled away from the curb Julie said, "Hi baby welcome home." 

We took several minutes and let each of us have a turn talking about the things that happened while we were apart, 

As Sandra finished telling us about her date she said, "By the way I talked to Roger yesterday. He wants me to go to a party with him Friday night. I accepted, so I'll be out Friday." She paused, "Roger will want me to spend the night with him and I really want to. It's been over two weeks since I've been with him. Sweetheart, I probably won't get home until about after 10:00 on Saturday morning." 

My stomach turned over. It's hard enough to kill time when Sandra's out on a date, having her gone all night was going to be very difficult. 

The girls picked up on my distress. Sandra looked at Julie. "Jules will you be home on Friday night?" 

Julie shook her head, "Sorry Sandra, Friday night is book club night." 

Sandra frowned, "Oh." 

I looked at Julie, "I didn't know you belonged to a book club?" 

Julie smiled, I don't Stevie. I have this guy I see named Ray. You know who he is, he owns Winston Office Supply. He's Ray Winston." 

"Sure, I know who he is. Ray Winston is very well known in this town. He's a big business leader. My firm buys their office supplies from him." 

"His wife is an English Literature professor at the University. She leads a book club. Ray is really driven. He works hard. He and his wife, are very proper people." Julie giggled, "I'm Ray's one vice. On book club nights I meet him at his office. I'm sorry Stevie, I'm also going to be out Friday night." She smiled, "But I'll be home by 10:30; we can still sleep together." 

I smiled at both girls. "Well Jules, I guess there's going to be a little extra space in the bed Friday night." 

I decided to change the subject. "Hey, I have a good idea for dinner tonight. Lets stop at a grocery store. I feel like cooking." I laughed, "Your little cuckboy would love to serve dinner to his mistresses." 

At the grocery store I bought the ingredients for fettuccini Carbonara and a nice salad. We went home and opened a bottle of merlot. Julie and Sandra sat at the kitchen table drinking wine while I made dinner. 

After dinner we sat at the table for several hours talking about our plans for the future. When we finally went to bed, the three of us made love for over an hour before going to sleep. It was a wonderful end to a wonderful evening.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 29



Note: This story is the twenty-ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

The next morning I got up with Julie and made a pot of coffee. We discussed our plans for the afternoon while she got dressed for work.

"What time is your shift over today?" 

"I'm pretty sure that Vince will let me leave by 12:30. Our lunch rush comes early. The rest of the girls can handle the stragglers by themselves." 

"Okay, I'll meet you here at 1:00. We can be at Kelroy by 1:30. I'll call and make an appointment with their admissions office." I thought for a moment. "We should be done at Kelroy by 3:00. I'll make an appointment at Maple Hills for 3:30. That should get us home by 6:00 at the latest. We want to allow enough time so that we can get to Baxters by 7:00. 

"Stevie, I am really excited about this afternoon." Julie looked at her watch. "I have to run. I'll see you here at 1:00." 

Julie kissed me goodbye. I handed her a travel cup full of hot coffee as she rushed out the door. 

Sandra got up about an hour later. I brought her a cup of coffee and fixed her a breakfast of toast and orange juice while she got dressed and put on her makeup.

When she sat down to eat her breakfast, she looked at me and said, "Are you okay about Friday night baby." 

"I think its going to be a little rough, but if I remember correctly, we agreed that you would be free to do this." I paused for a moment, "Remember, it's not supposed to matter how I feel about your dates. That's part of our relationship. Your satisfaction and desires come first. My feelings are secondary." 

Sandra walked over to me, took me in her arms and kissed me. "I know, but I love you Stevie. I really care about you. It bothers me if I think I am hurting you or making you feel bad." 

I hugged Sandra. "I know sweetheart, but we also know that if our relationship is going to work, I have to give you this freedom." I shrugged, "I have to accept the fact that sometimes you're going to stay out all night with another man." 

I smiled at her, "I think that this might make it a little easier." 

I got down on my knees and looked up at Sandra. "Ms Monroe, I beg you to come home tomorrow night. Please, please don't stay out all night making love to Roger." 

Sandra grinned and playfully slapped my face, "Cuckboy, You have no right to ever question me about my lovers or how much time I choose to spend with them. You'll be damned lucky if I come home at all this weekend." She put her arms around my neck and in a very sweet voice whispered, "Do you understand me sissyboy?" 

I winked at her, "Yes Ms Monroe, I understand." 

Sandra giggled, "Now comes the fun part." 

She turned, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down. "Give me a little kiss wimp boy. Kiss my ass and prove to me that you know exactly who the boss is in this household. 

Sandra started to get aroused. As her excitement grew her voice became much more serious. "Show me that you understand exactly whose pleasure and satisfaction is most important."

Sandra gasped when she felt my lips touch here ass. She cooed with delight when I pushed my tongue into her. 

Sandra let me pleasure her for a minute then she turned and pulled me up to my feet. 

She laid her head against my chest, "Stevie, that was nice." She stopped, "No that was more than nice, that was wonderful." 

Sandra kept hugging me. "Sweetheart all of this is so confusing for me."

"What do you mean?"

Sandra sighed, "I love fucking other men. I know I'll never be able to stop doing it. Spending a whole night with a guy can be really exciting. It's something I want to be able to do once in a while."

I nodded, "It's okay, I understand."

She got really quiet. "The problem is, I love being with you. Stevie, I miss you so much when I am not with you." 

I started laughing. "Sandra, nobody ever said that life was going to be easy." 

I kissed her cheek. "Hey don't worry, we have years to work on this. Maybe when were both 80 we'll finally have it worked out." 

Sandra grinned at me. "Stevie what a lovely thought. I can't think of anything I would rather do than grow old with you."

My meeting with Avery, Arnie and Jonathon went well. We all agreed that while this might not be another Bentine Pharmacuetical, it was a potentially profitable investment opportunity. 

After the meeting I cleaned up some details at my desk. At 12:30 I left the office and went home to meet Julie. 

When I got to the apartment I found Julie in her panties and bra. She looked upset.

"What's the matter baby?" 

"I don't know how to dress for this." 

I laughed. "Don't worry, just wear a nice skirt and top. You'll look very nice." 

"Stevie what if I'm not good enough for these people?" 

I kissed her and said, "Don't worry sweetheart. Just remember how much my three bosses liked you the other day. You're going to do just fine." 

She was still nervous, so I helped her pick out some clothing. Julie didn't have anything that you would call conservative. You might say that both of my girls had a tendency to dress for sex. We finally settled on a nice pair of slacks and a blouse that almost covered most of Julie's gorgeous breasts. 

We got to Kelroy just before 1:30. We went into the admissions office and told the receptionist that we had a 1:30 appointment with Arthur Jackson. 

Arthur Jackson turned out to be an overweight balding man in his mid 50's. When we came into his office he gestured towards two chairs by his desk.

As we were sitting down, I noticed that his attention was focused on Julie. He seemed to be sweating profusely. Apparently we hadn't managed to tone down Julie's appearance quite enough. I guessed that the skin tight slacks and spike heeled boots were a little too much for Mr. Arthur Jackson. 

When we were seated Mr. Jackson cleared his throat and said, "How may I help you?" 

I looked at Julie. She looked at me. I smiled at her and said, "My friend Ms. Gordon here is interested in going to college. We are considering Kelroy as a possible choice." 

Mr. Jackson looked at the tattoo on Julie's forearm and said, "Kelroy is both a very competitive and very expensive school." He paused and took a long look at Julie. It was just a little too long. Finally he said, "Ms. Gordon I am not at all certain that you're Kelroy material. How were your high school grades?" 

Julie looked at the floor. She was clearly intimidated by this man. "Not very good sir."

He stared at Julie, "That's what I thought." 

I stepped in. I wasn't going to let this sanctimonious son of a bitch brow beat my Julie. "Mr. Jackson, We're here to learn about your school. Please outline the application process and admission requirements for us. It would also be nice if you could arrange a tour of the campus." I paused. "As far as expenses go, Ms. Gordon will be paying her own tuition and costs. I am quite familiar with her financial assets. I would suggest Mr. Jackson, that she is most likely considerably more affluent than you are. The expenses related to attending Kelroy are quite easily within her means." 

I paused to catch my breath. "Now sir, I expect you to treat Ms Gordon with the respect and consideration that she deserves. If you can't do that, I suggest that we terminate this meeting right now and Ms Gordon and I will continue our discussion with your college president. A good friend of mine, Mr. Avery Patterson is on your board of directors. I am certain that he can arrange a meeting with your president very quickly if need be." I paused again. "Mr. Patterson has already offered to endorse Ms. Gordon's application to this institution." 

I looked Arthur Jackson square in the eye and said, "Mr. Jackson if you do wish to continue this meeting, I might suggest that your next words should be a sincere apology to Ms. Gordon." 

Mr. Jackson was clearly taken aback by my rebuke. He stared at me for a moment then turned to Julie, "Ms. Gordon If I have offended you I offer my apology. That was not my intention. You just don't look..." 

I cut him off. "Mr. Jackson your apology was enough. Don't dig yourself a deeper hole." 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Julie was smiling. 

After that, the tone of the meeting dramatically improved. We got the information we were seeking and Mr. Jackson found a student who took us on a tour of the campus.

After the tour, We got into Julie's Thunderbird and started for Maple Hills Community College. As we were driving over there Julie said, "Stevie I didn't like that school. The people there seemed like snobs to me." 

I laughed, "I had the same feeling Jules; let's see how we like Maple Hills." 

Julie looked at me, "Stevie you were wonderful in the meeting with Mr. Jackson. He was being rude and you handled him so easily. You didn't yell, you didn't get angry, you just put him in his place." 

"Jules, he was trying to bully you; I won't ever tolerate that." 

She grinned, "No one's ever stuck up for me before. Stevie, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." 

We arrived at Maple Hills and found the admissions office. It was 3:15. The receptionist looked up when we walked in the door.

"We have a 3:30 appointment with Don Carter. I know that we're a little bit early." 

"Its okay, I don't think Don's busy. I'll call him. May I have your names?" 

We told her our names and she pushed a button on her telephone. "Don this is Jennie. Steve Wagner and Julie Gordon are here to see you." She paused. "Okay, I'll tell them." 

She looked up at us, "Don will be right out." 

A door opened; a middle aged man stepped out. He had a big smile on his face, "Hi I'm Don Carter." 

We introduced ourselves as he shook our hands. 

He gestured towards the door he had just come out of. "Won't you please come into my office and have a seat." 

When we were all seated he looked at us, "How may I help you?" 

I started to speak. Julie touched my thigh and said, "Let me try." 

I smiled and nodded for her to go ahead. 

"Mr. Carter I'm 25 years old. I work as a waitress. I wasn't a very good student in high school." Julie shrugged, "I never tried very hard." She looked at him, "But I'm older now. I'd like another chance. I think I can be a better student. I want to try to go to college." 

Don Carter smiled at Julie. "Ms. Gordon, you have come to the right place. Many of our students are people just like you. They're all people who are working and trying to make ends meet." He looked at her, "Did you get your high school diploma?" 

"Julie nodded, "Yes." 

"That's all we care about. I like to think that we're the school of second chances. The way Maple Hills works is that we will admit you very easily; its up to you to work hard and keep your place here." 

Julie shook her head, "I'm not sure that my skills are good enough." 

"If you're willing to work hard, we can help you. We have remedial programs in reading, writing and note taking. We'll test you in these area and in mathematics. We try to start all of our students at a level where they can be competitive if they work hard." 

Julie looked at him, "Really?" 

He nodded, "Really." 

The rest of the meeting went quickly. Don Carter outlined the application process and gave us the forms to fill out. When we were done, he took us on a tour of the campus. We encountered a number of people who were Julie's age or older. I watched Julie, she was obviously taken with the school." 

When we got back to the admissions office Don said, "Julie if you choose to enroll here, we have counselors who will work with you to design an academic program that fits your needs. He shook her hand and said, "I hope you decide to become a student at Maple Hills." 

We thanked him and left. 

As we were driving to the apartment Julie looked at me, "Stevie I want to go there. Lots of the people we saw were just like me. Would that be okay? Is it okay with you if I pick Maple Hills? Stevie I think I could go there and be successful." 

I patted her thigh, "I think Maple Hills is an excellent choice. Tomorrow I'll help you fill out the application so you can get started with the admission process. " 

"Stevie, I am really excited. I never dared to believe that I could go to college. Now I am beginning to think that it just might be possible."

It was almost 5:45 when Julie and I walked into the apartment. Sandra was already at home. 

Julie started to tell Sandra about our afternoon. 

I interrupted her, "Girls gab all you want but do it while you're getting ready. If we're going to get to Baxters by 7:00, we have to leave here no later than 6:30. The two of you have exactly 45 minutes to turn yourselves into a couple of sex hungry sluts." 

Sandra looked at me, "Excuse me Mr. know it all. We're already sex hungry sluts. We need the time to turn ourselves into gorgeous sex hungry sluts." They both laughed. "Now cuckboy go open a bottle wine so that your two mistresses can be properly refreshed while we prepare ourselves for this evenings encounters with our robust stallions." 

All three of us started laughing. Julie grinned, "I'm not sure what Sandra just said, but I am pretty sure I agree with it." 

"That's it Jules, we sex hungry sluts have to stick together." 

"Alright, Enough. If you two promise to focus your attention on making yourselves beautiful I'll agree to open some wine." 

Sandra smiled, "Thanks speedy." She paused, "By the way, before you get dressed Julie and I will be preapproving your outfit for tonight. We both expect you to be accentuating your feminine side." 

As I went to open the wine I thought to myself that this had the potential to be a very tough evening. 

Watching the girls get ready to meet other men has become one of my favorite pastimes. I sat in total fascination while Sandra and Julie prepared for our night out. They bathed and shaved their legs. They sat at their makeup tables and put on just enough cosmetics to alert every man they met that they were available for sex. They both selected their raciest lingerie. The icing on the cake was the clothing they selected. Both of them chose very short skirts and revealing blouses. 

As they got dressed, Sandra laughed and said, "Cucky do you know why we both chose to wear blouses and short skirts tonight?" 

I shook my head, "No, I don't know. I would have thought you would have selected one of the new dresses I just bought for you." 

Julie slipped her blouse on, "Oh no wimp boy; blouses and skirts are much easier to take off and put on in the backseat of a car." 

They both started giggling. 

Sandra looked at me, "Okay sissyboy lets see what you selected for an outfit." 

I showed them. Sandra shook her head; "No, no, these clothes much to masculine for a little sissy like you." 

They went into my closet and started to select a new outfit. 

Julie pulled out a pale yellow woman's knit golf shirt with little pink flowers all over it. "Sandra I really like this." 

Sandra nodded, "Jules, that's perfect." 

Sandra was pulling underwear, actually lingerie would be a better term. "Hey Jules, how about this yellow garter belt and matching yellow nylons. I think the nylons will look really cute with his loafers." 

Julie laughed, "Sandra didn't we buy a matching brassiere with that set?" 

"Yes Jules, I think we did." 

"Don't you think its time for Stephanie to start wearing a bra." 

"Jules you are evil." 

"Sweetheart, I'm just trying to keep up with you." 

"Hey Jules, can you guess who's going to have the most fun playing with sissy's brassiere strap." 

"I sure can." 

They both turned to me and said in unison, "Maddie." 

I groaned. 

I put on the approved outfit. I felt kind of silly, but I suspected that this evening's humiliation was going to be incredibly erotic. 

We got into the Lincoln and headed for Baxters. There was an attitude of wild excitement in the car. I almost felt like I was driving two teenage girls to an amusement park.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 30



Note: This story is the thirtieth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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We pulled up to the front door of Baxter's just before 7:00. Jerry the doorman opened the rear door of the Lincoln for the girls. As they slid out he looked into the front seat, "Hey Stevie How's life tonight." 

I reached over and slipped a $10.00 bill into his hand. "I'm doing just fine Jerry. Take good care of my girls while I park the car." 

"You got it Stevie" 

I knew the routine at Baxter's now. I didn't need to have the girls go to the parking lot with me. 

I drove around to the back of the restaurant and crossed the first parking lot. I followed the narrow lane into the second parking lot and backed the Lincoln into a nice discreet spot against the rear fence. 

I got out of the car and headed to the bar door. When I got to the security shack, I stopped. "Hi Phil how are things tonight?" 

"Pretty slow right now Stevie, still mostly the dinner crowd in there. I expect things will really start to heat up in another hour or so." 

I slipped him a $10.00 bill and said, "Watch over Julie and Sandra for me tonight. I expect that you're going to be seeing a lot of them out here." 

Phil put the ten spot in his pocket and smiled at me. "I'm their guardian angel Stevie." 

As I walked into the bar I remembered what Arnie Turner told me the first time we took a business trip together. "Stevie if you want good service in place always spread a little money around when you first arrive."

It was early, there were only a few men standing at the bar. 

When I walked by Mike the bartender, he looked up and smiled, "Hey Stevie! What a nice surprise; are the girls already inside?" 

"Hi Mike. Yeah, I dropped them off at the front door before I parked the car. Mike I have to meet the girls in the dining room right now. I'll be back in a little while." 

"I'll catch you later buddy." 

As I walked into the dining room I looked at my outfit. It really wasn't that bad. The girls did leave me with a nice pair of tan slacks. You really had to look at my feet to see the yellow nylons. The golf shirt was still a golf shirt, it just happened to have a lot of pink flowers all over it. 

Sandra and Julie were already seated at a table. Brenda and her husband Bobby were seated with them. I saw Maddie talking with a group of women at another table. I suspected that she would be joining us very quickly." 

As I approached the table Bobby stood up and extended his hand. "Hi Stevie, its nice to see you again." 

I shook his hand, "It's nice to see you to Bobby." I nodded to Brenda, "Hello Ms. Adams I'm glad you called Sandra and set this up. I'm looking forward to a fun evening." 

"Brenda laughed. "Ms. Adam's, my aren't you a polite little slave boy tonight." She smiled, "Bobby and I are also happy we were able to get together."

As I sat down, I realized that Julie was telling everybody about our meeting with Arthur Jackson. 

"So this Jackson guy was staring at me and asking all kinds of questions. Then he got really snotty." Julie lowered the pitch of her voice in imitation of Arthur Jackson's voice, "Ms. Gordon I don't think you look like Kelroy material. This is a very expensive school. People like you can't afford to go here." 

She leaned forward. "So guess what, Stevie stepped in and ripped him apart. I mean he was wonderful. He told that snob that I probably had more money than he did and that his boss was on the board of directors and we were going to meet with the head of the school."

Julie laughed. "He made the old fat ass apologize to me. I felt really good." She looked at me, "Stevie no one has ever stood up for me like that in my whole life." 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sandra staring at me. There was a look of admiration in her eyes. She was proud of me. That one look made me the happiest man in the entire world. 

I glanced over my shoulder, Maddie was standing next to me. I looked around the table, everyone was staring at me. I shrugged, "The guy was being rude. Nobody is ever going to get away with being rude to either Julie or Sandra.

Maddie patted me on the back and smirked, "MY my superman in a woman's golf shirt." 

Everyone including me laughed. The conversation was getting way too serious. We needed something to break the tension. 

Suddenly Maddie started rubbing my back. I groaned to myself. I knew what was coming. I was sitting on top of the world and I was about to be slammed into the gutter. 

"Oh my, I didn't know that superman wore a bra." 

Julie and Sandra smiled at each other. I think this was turning out even better than they'd hoped. 

Brenda and Bobby looked at the three of us. 

Sandra grinned, "We thought it might help Stephanie remember his place while Julie and I entertain our stud lovers tonight." 

Brenda laughed, "What a wonderful idea." She turned to her husband. "Baby you can bet you'll be wearing one next Thursday night." 

Maddie smiled at her friend. "Bren why don't you just give him yours right now; some guys going to be taking it off in a little while anyway." 

Everyone was laughing. We were all having a good time.

Maddie sat down in the chair next to mine and whispered into my ear, "Stephanie, what a lovely name."

The waiter arrived. We ordered drinks and appetizers. Everyone was relaxed. The conversation was free and easy. 

The service was excellent. The waiter returned quickly with our drinks and appetizers. I ordered two bottles of wine for the table. Everyone placed a dinner order. 

We ate, drank and talked. It was a wonderful meal. 

We were just getting our coffee and dessert when Maddie said, "Hey there's April; she must have just come in." 

We all looked towards the entrance. An attractive blonde about the same age as Sandra and Julie was leaning against the doorway. She seemed to be surveying the dance floor and dining room.

Maddie caught her eye and waved her over. 

Bobby and I stood as April approached the table. 

Maddie smiled at her, "Hi April. I want you to meet some friends. This is Sandra and this is Julie. They live with the wimp in the flower shirt. His name is Stevie, everyone calls him Speedy." 

My face turned red. April nodded to Sandra and Julie and turned to me, "It's nice to meet you Speedy." 

Maddie turned to Brenda. "You met Bren last week. This is her pussy husband Bobby. Everybody who knows him calls him Quickspurt." Maddie got a wicked grin on her face, "Quickspurt and Speedy are here because they like to watch their wives and girlfriends have fun with real men." 

April looked at Bobby, "It's nice to meet you Quickspurt." She smiled at both of us, "Please sit down." 

Sandra said, "April we would love it if you'd join us." 

She nodded politely, "Thank you Sandra, I'd like that very much." 

As April sat down, Sandra waved for the waiter. He came right over. 

"April, what can we get you to drink. We have wine on the table. I think I'll be having some champagne after dinner. "She looked at me. "Speedy would you look at the wine list and recommend a champagne for us to drink while we sit here and entertain our men this evening." 

April smiled, "I would love a glass of champagne." 

I surveyed the wine list. They had several choices. I looked at the waiter. "Bring us a bottle of the Mumms." It was a nice California champagne and would be just fine for this evening. 

April looked at all of us, "From what Maddie just said I gather that your two men here are submissive cuckolds." 

Everyone at the table stared at her in amazement.

Sandra shook her head, "April you're absolutely correct." She started to laugh, "You shocked us. None of us have ever heard it stated quite so frankly. I don't think any of us thought it was that common a situation." 

April laughed. "I didn't think it was that common either; that's why I had to ask. You see I have one at home." 

Brenda looked at her, "You mean a husband?" 

"I mean a submissive cuckold husband. He's fully aware of the fact that I am here to meet other men for sex. I have his full consent to do this." She laughed, "Although he really doesn't have much choice in the matter." 

Brenda grinned, "Honey you have found the right table." 

Sandra looked at April and asked, "So where is your husband right now?" 

"Mark? He's locked up at home." 

Julie gasped, "What did you say?" 

"He's locked up at home." 

"You mean you have him locked in a closet or something?" 

April laughed, "Oh my goodness no. Mark is just at home. His tiny little dick is locked up." 

Brenda nodded, "I think I understand; you're using one of those chastity devices." 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sandra following this conversation very closely. I had a feeling that this wasn't going to be good for me. 

The waiter brought the champagne. He looked at me and asked, "How many glasses sir?" 

I gestured to Sandra and said, "You're asking the wrong person." 

He turned, "Please excuse me madam." 

Sandra laughed, "Don't give it another thought." She looked at Julie, Brenda and Maddie. "Do you girls want some champagne? Don't worry, Speedy over there is picking up the tab tonight." She smiled at me, "Right Speedy?" 

I nodded, "That's right." 

She looked at the waiter. "By the way, when we start entertaining other men at this table, their drinks will also go on Speedy's tab." She looked back at me. "Isn't that correct wimpboy." 

"Yes Ms. Monroe, that is correct." 

April watched this, "Sandra I have to commend you. You have him very well trained." 

Sandra smiled at her, "Thank you, but to be perfectly honest, I have help. You see Julie and I share this little wimp." 

Julie had a big grin on her face. "That's right, Sissyboy over there belongs to both of us." 

April laughed, "I think I am going to love getting to know you guys." 

Sandra looked back at the waiter, "Bring us four champagne glasses." 

The waiter glanced at Bobby and me, "None for the gentlemen?" 

Sandra laughed. "No our little boys won't be having any champagne tonight." She paused. "Does your bartender make any kiddie cocktails?" 

The other women started to laugh. 

The waiter looked puzzled but answered, "Certainly, the most well known is the Shirley Temple." 

Sandra nodded, "That will be perfect. Bring both of our boys a Shirley Temple."

The waiter left.

Sandra laughed and looked at Julie, Brenda, Maddie and April. "For the rest of this evening alcohol consumption will be exclusively reserved for the five of us and any men that we might invite to join us at our table." 

She looked at Bobby and me, "Is that clear Wimpboys?" 

We both submissively nodded. I answered, "Yes Ms. Monroe." 

The waiter returned, opened a bottle of champagne and filled four glasses. 

As he was doing this Sandra turned back to April, "Tell us more about this chastity device." 

"It's a plastic sleeve that goes around a guys cock. It keeps him from getting an erection and it prevents him from masturbating." She smiled. "It's a very effective way to control a man." She laughed. "I guess I should actually say it's an effective way to control a wimp." 

Julie looked puzzled, "What does he do when he needs to pee?" 

"Oh it doesn't get in the way of that." 

Sandra asked, "How long can a guy wear one?" 

"They say you can keep a guy locked up for months. The longest I've ever kept Mark locked up is a week." She smiled. "I was pretty pissed at him. I came home unexpectedly one day and caught him jerking off." 

Julie asked, "Where do you get these things?" 

"You can buy them over the internet, but you can also get them downtown at Sex Land, that's where I got ours." 

Sandra looked at April, "I thought Sex Land was just a porn shop." 

April shook her head, "Oh no, Sex Land has all kinds of toys that you guys might find very interesting." 

Sandra turned to Julie, "Jules, I think that you and I are going to have to check out Sex Land at our earliest opportunity." 

Maddie cleared her throat. "Girls I'm enjoying this conversation just as much as the rest of you; but the bar deserves some attention."

The girls had been so busy talking that they'd failed to notice that the bar had quietly filled up with handsome middle aged men. 

Sandra turned to Bobby and me. "I think its time for our little cuckboys to surrender their chairs. We want to make your seats available to real men." 

Brenda smirked, "Bye bye boys. It's play time for the girls. We'll be sure to wave at you when we go out the bar door with our studs." 

The women were all laughing as Bobby and I submissively left the table and retired to the bar.

As soon as Bobby and I got seated in the bar, Mike came over and set two Shirley Temples in front of us. 

"I understand these are supposed to be for the two of you." 

I laughed, "Thanks Mike, but I think a diet coke will be just fine for me." I looked at Bobby, "How about you?" 

He smiled, "A diet coke would be great." 

Mike picked up the Shirley Temples. "I kind of thought that might be the case; I'll pour these out and get you two sodas." 

For several minutes Bobby and I sat together in an awkward silence. Finally I tried to break the ice by saying, "I hear you play golf." 

Bobby nodded, "I hear we both play." 

That opened a long conversation about golf. Mike joined in when he could. He also loved the game. 

While we were talking I kept one eye on the table. As I watched I noticed something I'd missed on Sunday night. The girls actually selected their lovers. I did see Sandra doing it, but Sandra's very assertive. She's never afraid to pursue the things she wants. Sunday night I assumed Sandra's behavior was unique to her. 

Tonight I realized that wasn't the case. 

I noticed Julie doing it first. She carefully surveyed the available men in the bar. She was obviously appraising each of them. She methodically narrowed her choices and eventually made her final selection. 

Once her choice was made, she focused her eyes on her target. Julie is an attractive woman. It didn't take long before the man she'd selected noticed that she was staring at him. Once she was sure she had his attention, she went to work. She used the same invitation that Sandra had used Sunday night. She slowly licked her lips. It was a lewd overture. She was nonverbally offering to suck his cock.

The two of them stared at each for a moment. Julie's target was making sure that this was indeed an invitation. When he was certain, he walked over to the table. 

Julie gave him a warm reception. He was offered a chair and became part of the group. I noticed with some amusement that I bought him a scotch and soda. 

Over the next 20 minutes I watched Brenda, Maddie and April use the same technique with equal success. 

Four men had been invited to join the girls with amazing subtlety. There were now nine chairs around the table. Each of them was occupied. The table was full. 

Sandra still didn't have a man. I was curious to see how she would handle this situation. Last Sunday when there were nine chairs, she simply sent me away and gave my chair to her prospective lover. Tonight, the sissy wimps were already gone. Everyone at the table belonged there. 

Sandra picked last because she could afford to. She is an incredibly beautiful woman. She could have her pick of any man at Baxter's and she knew it. Please understand, I am not suggesting that my sweetheart is vain. She isn't. She simply understands that men are attracted to her and she can afford to be fussy. 

I watched as she went through the selection process. Sandra was clearly looking for more than a handsome face. She focused on the men who were outgoing, self confident and socially adept. Her final choices were all older men, that wasn't a big surprise.  

I found it interesting that both of us came to the same final selection. Her choice was an urbane gentleman in his late forties. He was tall, slightly gray at the temples and dressed in a well tailored business suit. At the moment, he was standing at the bar involved in an animated conversation with several other men. 

Sandra took careful aim her target. She had his attention in seconds. She licked her lips. He quickly responded with a courtly nod. He was confident, he didn't need reassurance. Sandra's gentleman immediately excused himself from the group he was talking with and walked over to the table. 

I smiled to myself, Sandra was very good at finding alpha males. 

As her man approached, Sandra looked up at him and smiled. He whispered something to her. She shook her head. She seemed to be saying no. She stood up and offered the man her chair. I was shocked when he sat down. I thought he was a gentleman. I couldn't understand how he could possibly accept Sandra's chair. 

As soon as he was seated, Sandra sat on his lap. Everything suddenly became clear.

Sandra put her arm around her man's shoulder and leaned against his massive body. He put his arms around her waist and held her.

For the next few minutes Sandra flirted like a high school girl at a dance. She fawned over her stud. She frequently hugged him while she listened to his stories with rapt attention and laughed at all of his jokes.

Many people think that watching the woman you love have sexual intercourse with another man is the most painful experience that a cuckold can have. They're wrong. Watching another man slide his cock in and out of the pussy of the woman you love is a tantalizing thrill.

Seeing the woman you love sit on another mans lap and brazenly flirt with him spawns feelings of pain, jealousy and envy. 

Watching as she hugs him, kisses him and laughs at his silly jokes while he entertains a group of people with his interesting conversation is pure torture. That's the true pain that a cuckold has to endure. Anyone who says otherwise has never actually been there. 

Bobby was talking but stopped when he noticed that my attention was focused on the table. 

I turned. "Sorry Bobby, my attention keeps wandering to our women" 

He smiled. "That's okay Stevie, mine does to. Let's just watch for awhile." 

Maddie and her man were the first pair to get up and move to the dance floor. The others followed quickly. 

Brenda's gentleman was tall. He was at least 6'3" or more. As she danced with him she laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes. As we watched her dance, it was apparent to both of us that at this moment Bobby's wife belonged to this other man.  

Julie was the first of the group to whisper into her paramours ear, take him by the hand and lead him to the bar door. As she passed us she stopped and said something to her gentleman. He looked at me with a shocked expression, then smiled. He locked eyes with me. His smile changed to an expression of mocking superiority. After a brief moment, he put his arm around Julie in a very clear demonstration of possession and led her out the door. 

Maddie and April both followed quickly. 

Sandra and her distinguished gentleman came next. When they got to the bar, She stopped and whispered something into her lovers ear. He stared at me for a moment. 

Sandra walked over to me. "Give me the keys to the Lincoln cuckboy." 

I handed her the keys. Sandra turned and walked back to her man. She kissed him on the lips and handed my car keys to him. He put the keys in his pocket, put his arm around Sandra's waist and led her out the door. 

I turned to say something to Bobby. His attention was focused on the dance floor. His wife's arms were wrapped around her gentleman's neck. Her body was tightly pressed against his. As they danced, her man's hands were shamelessly massaging Brenda's gorgeous ass. 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 30



This time he was the one to initiate the move to the parking lot. He whispered something into Brenda's ear. She smiled at him and gave an affirmative nod. He took her by the hand and led her to the bar. As Brenda passed Bobby, she lasciviously licked her lips. Brenda was deliberately eliminating any possible doubt as to why she and this man were going to the parking lot.

I turned to Bobby, "Now we have a little time to kill. What you do for a living?" 

"I'm a tax accountant." 

I looked at him. "Bobby I think you and I have a lot to talk about." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Just over a week ago I made more than 8.5 million dollars in the stock market." 

Bobby stared at me, "No shit?" 

"No shit." 

"Tell me how this happened." 

I spent the next few minutes describing what I do and telling him about the Bentine Pharmaceutical deal. 

When I was done I asked, "How would you like to become my accountant?" 

He smiled, "I would be honored." 

We spent the next 45 minutes discussing my financial affairs." 

Maddie was the first of the women to come back into the bar. She was alone. This is not unusual at Baxter's. Because most of the people who play here are married, time is frequently an important factor. People have to get home to their wives and husbands. 

Lots of the men are supposedly out with the boys or working late, you know the routine.

In any case, it's not considered an insult if a lover leaves to get home to his wife and lets his date for the evening return to the bar on her own. Remember, Phil is out there insuring everyone's safety. 

Maddie walked straight over to Bobby, threw her arms around his neck, pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately on the lips. 

I knew exactly what was happening. I was the recipient of these same kisses last Sunday night. 

Bobby started to squirm when he realized that Maddie was pushing a glob of fresh semen into his mouth. Maddie was a trooper. She didn't let him go until she was done transferring the entire load of cum. 

When she finally broke off her kiss, Maddie held Bobby's lips closed with her fingers. "Be a good little cuckboy and swallow all of it." 

Bobby did as he was told. 

I grinned at him, "Its comes as kind of a surprise doesn't it?" 

He laughed, "It sure does." 

"Get ready, I suspect your going to be the recipient of at least four more creamy kisses before the night is over." 

Maddie laughed, "He's right Bobby. Tonight you get to taste the semen from each of our lovers. We girls have decided that it's part of your initiation as a cuckold husband at Baxter's. Stevie was initiated last Sunday night." 

Maddie turned to me. "I don't want to go back to the table and sit by myself. Can I join the two of you?" 

I pulled a bar stool over, placed it between Bobby and me and patted the seat. "Maddie we would be honored to have you join us." 

As she sat down she asked, "Stevie, would you buy me a diet coke?" 

"I would love to." I turned to Mike, "Can we get a diet coke for Maddie?' 

"Coming right up Stevie." 

Maddie smiled at me, "Thank you." 

She paused for a moment. "I am not sure how to say this." She stopped to think. "Sometimes I might come across as being kind of mean to you guys." She laughed. "Who are we kidding. Sometimes I am really mean to you guys." She shrugged. "I don't really know why, but it gets me very excited when I taunt the two of you." 

She looked at both of us. "I want the two of you to understand that I don't actually mean anything I say. It's just a game to me. I really do like both of you." 

She shook her head. "I'm very envious of Brenda, Julie and Sandra. I wish I could find a guy as wonderful as the two of you." 

I smiled at Maddie. "Thank you, that's a very nice compliment and I am glad to have you as a friend. I hope you do find a man like us." I started to chuckle. "But I sure do pity the poor son of a bitch. His life is going to be hell." 

Maddie broke out laughing, "You'd better believe it will Speedy." 

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She kissed me back and then leaned over and kissed Bobby. The three of us spent the next few minutes chatting. It was fun to get to know Maddie." 

Julie came through the door next. She was also alone. She walked right up to Bobby, pulled him to her and planted her lips on his. 

Bobby was ready this time. He accepted Julie's gift with grace and dignity. 

When she was done feeding him his treat she stepped back. "Allen's cum has a nice spicy flavor to it, wouldn't you agree Bobby?" 

We all laughed. 

Bobby pretended to be serious. "Yes Julie, I do believe you're correct. Was he possibly Italian? I thought I could detect a slight hint of oregano." 

Julie punched him on the arm and looked at me. "Hey sweetheart, how come Maddie has a diet coke and a bar stool and I don't?" 

"Don't you want to go back into the dining room and find another guy?" 

"No, I'd rather stay with you guys. Allen fucked me for the whole time we were in the car. He had amazing staying power. I finally had to pull his cock out of my cunt and suck him off to make him cum." She looked at her watch. "We were out there for over an hour. Marathon fucks are really great, but they give me a sore pussy." 

I grabbed another bar stool, set it next to me and waved to Mike. He looked over at me. I pointed at my diet coke. He nodded and got one for Julie. 

Julie pulled her bar stool right next to mine, put her arm around my waist and cuddled up to me. She sat like that and listened quietly while Bobby, Maddie and I continued our conversation. 

Sandra came through the door next. Her man was right behind her. He stood by the door as she walked over to Bobby and gave him his creamy kiss. 

When she was done she handed me the car keys and said, "Sweetheart lend me your handkerchief." 

I handed it to her. Sandra wiped the remaining specs of her lovers cum off of her lips and handed it back. 

She turned, walked back over to her lover and put her arms around his neck. She gave him a passionate kiss and said, "Jason thank you for a wonderful time. You're a really good fuck." She kissed him again. "You have my number; I would love it if you called me." 

He smiled, "You're a very sexy woman Sandra. I really enjoyed making love to you tonight. I most certainly will call you. I would love to see you again." 

Sandra winked at him, "Maybe you can come to our new house when we move in. I would love to suck your cock while your lying in my bed." 

Jason laughed, "That's an offer that I could never refuse. I promise I'll call you." He looked at his watch. "I'm sorry, I have to go. My wife will be wondering where I am."

Sandra gave her stud one more long slow kiss. When they were done he turned and walked out the bar door.

After he left Sandra stood perfectly still and sighed.

Maddie grinned, "Well Well it certainly looks like someone had a good time." 

Sandra turned and faced us. "He was a wonderful lover." She paused. "He has a huge cock. It might be the biggest one I've ever seen." 

We all stared at Sandra. She has extensive experience in this area. Her claim got our attention. 

Julie sat up. "No shit Sandra! How big do you think it was?" 

"Jules it had to be over a foot long." 

"Did he fuck you with that monster?" 

Sandra rolled her eyes back and sighed. "Oh yes he most certainly did." She laughed. "I am going to be walking funny for the next week."

She started to grin, "Jules the real fun was playing with it and sucking it. It was like a giant toy." 

Sandra walked over to me, threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Don't worry baby, Jason has a big cock, but you have a big heart. I'll party with him but I'll always come home to you." 

She turned to Maddie. "Would you mind if I have Stevie slide a stool in between the two of you? Jules has one side of our baby, I want the other." 

I got off my stool and gave it to Sandra. I found another one for myself and called Mike. 

He came over. "What can I get you Stevie?" 

"My other sweetheart is back. We need a diet coke for her." I turned to the others. "Does anyone else want anything?" 

Everyone shook their heads no. 

As soon as we were all seated Brenda came through the door. She was alone. She walked right over to Bobby, pulled him to her and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was passionate. It was obvious that these two were in love. It was a full minute before they finally broke apart. 

Brenda looked at her husband. "Did you enjoy your little surprises tonight sweetheart?" 

Just as Bobby was about to answer her, April came through the door. Her gentleman was right behind her. She walked straight over to Bobby and gave him her creamy kiss. When she broke off the embrace everyone applauded. 

Maddie stood up and bowed, "Bobby you have completed your initiation. You are now an official Baxter's cuckold." 

Everyone laughed. 

April took some tissue out of her purse, wiped off her lips and walked back over to her stud. "David, thank you for a wonderful time. I hope I see you here again. You're a magnificent lover."

After David walked out the bar door, April turned back to us. "Can I join your little bar party?" 

I smiled at her, "We'd be sad if you didn't join us." 

April looked at me, "You're really sweet. I can see why you have two women in love with you." 

Brenda was hanging on Bobby. I got two more stools. I placed Brenda's next to Bobby's and April's next to Maddie. 

When both women were comfortably seated I asked, "Can I get the two of you something to drink? The rest of us are having Diet Cokes." 

They both smiled. Brenda said, "Diet Cokes would be wonderful." 

I looked at April. She was nodding in agreement. 

I turned. Mike was already getting them.

The seven of us sat together and sipped our soda's. The girls each took a turn and told all of us about their lovers. When it comes to sex, girls don't keep many secrets from each other. 

When April was done telling us about her guy she asked, "Can my husband Mark and I become members of your Baxter's group?" She looked at Bobby and me, "I think he would love sitting in the bar with the two of you." She smiled, "He plays golf."

Brenda laughed, "I didn't know we were a formal organization, but we would love having you join us. I'm sure the boys would enjoy your husbands company."

Bobby and I both looked at April and nodded in agreement.

Julie giggled, "Your husband will have to be initiated."

April grinned, "I think that will be a wonderful surprise for him."

Sandra the law student stepped in, "I do believe that we just formed the Baxter's Cuckold Club."

Everyone started laughing.

Brenda nodded. "I like this, let's agree to meet here every Thursday night."

We all concurred.

Sandra looked at everyone. "I think the evening should always be divided into three parts. We should start by meeting for dinner at seven."

Brenda smiled. "Sandra I like that idea, it gives us a good opportunity to visit with each other. She paused, "It's also a great time to torment our cucks."

Julie laughed, "Bren I think you're even more evil than Sandra."

Brenda laughed, "Jules that's a very nice compliment."

Sandra put up her hand. She was stillyer mode. "Ladies, we need to focus."

Julie shook her head, "Please excuse my friend, she really can't control this."

Sandra rubbed her eye with her middle finger. She was playfully flipping Julie off.

Julie poked me in the ribs, "Stevie hit her for me."

I shook my head, "Jules I'm remaining totally neutral in this discussion.

Sandra giggled, "Jules our baby is one smart guy."

"Excuse me." It was Brenda. "Sandra I do believe you were trying to make a point."

"Okay, the second part of the evening is obviously the time we spend partying with our men."

Julie grinned, "The last part of the evening is my favorite part."

Sandra nodded, "I like it to Jules."

Brenda smiled. "I agree, it really is nice."

April looked at all of us. "Julie, Sandra and Brenda are absolutely right. Sitting in the bar drinking a diet coke with your friends and your boy is the perfect way to end to the perfect evening."

Bobby and I were assigned the responsibility to make sure that there were always enough bar stools to go around. Each of the women wanted to be certain that she would always have a place to sit and a diet coke to drink when she returned from her parking lot party. 

After this discussion was over, we all got quiet. It was a comfortable silence. It was late. The evening had been exciting. We were all very tired.

Sandra and Julie were both hugging me. I was about to suggest that it was time to go home when Maddie timidly asked, "Can I be part of the group?" 

We all looked at her.

Brenda smiled at her friend, "Of course, you're already part of the group." 

"But I don't have a cuckold." 

Brenda turned to her husband. "Baby, Stevie is cuckolded by two women. There is a precedent." 

Bobby nodded. He got up, walked over to Maddie and got down on one knee. "Maddie, will you have me as your cuckold?" 

Maddie looked at Brenda. "Would you really do that for me Bren?" 

She smiled, "Of course I would Maddie. You're my best friend." She paused. "You have to promise to treat Bobby with kindness and respect. When you're taunting him and teasing him you have to swear to me that you'll be careful and never go too far." 

She laughed, "I'll try. You guys may have to pinch me from time to time to make me tone it down, but I promise to try really hard." 

She looked at Bobby. "Sweetheart, if I ever go to far..." 

Sandra interrupted. "If you guys don't mind me suggesting something, we use the word dull. If Stevie ever says dull in any context, both Julie and I have agreed to stop whatever we're doing and discuss it with him as equals." 

Maddie looked at Bobby. "Does that work for you?" 

Bobby smiled, "Sure Maddie that works, it gives me a little security." 

She put out her hand, "Lets shake on it." 

Everyone clapped as Bobby and Maddie shook hands. 

Brenda stepped in. "No no, We don't seal this deal with a handshake. Bobby kiss Maddie." 

Bobby looked at his wife, "Are you sure your okay with this Brenda?" 

"Honey, right now you're going to kiss Maddie on the lips. This is a public restaurant. When we leave here we're going home. Maddie is coming with us. When we get home we're going to have a little ceremony." 

Brenda turned to Sandra, "Didn't you tell me that the three of you had a little ceremony?" 

Sandra smiled, "Yes Brenda we had a really hot ceremony." 

Brenda turned back to Bobby. "Baby, when we get home, were going to have a really hot ceremony of our own." Brenda smiled at her husband, "Sweetheart you're going to kiss Maddie's asshole tonight." 

Maddie jumped up, "Oh yes! This is starting to sound really good to me. Is it time to go home yet?" 

Everyone started laughing. 

Sandra turned to me, "Stevie it is getting pretty late. Why don't you settle up with Mike so we can get Julie home. She has to be at work at 6:00 am." 

Mike got me a copy of our bill. I paid him and added a very generous tip. I wanted to be sure that all of us always receive a nice warm welcome when we go to Baxter's. 

When we got to the car, Sandra turned to Julie. "Last time we drove home from Baxter's I got to sit in the front and cuddle with Stevie. It's really a nice way to go home, do you want the front tonight?" 

Julie smiled. "No, if its okay with you guys I'll just curl up in the back and go to sleep." She looked at me. "Stevie I really love cuddling with you; but I'm awfully tired. We had a big day today." 

I leaned over and kissed Julie. "I know sweetie, it was a very good day. Go to sleep and dream about going to Maple Hills. I'll wake you when we get home." 

As Julie laid down in the back seat she said, "I love you Stevie." 

I got into the drivers seat and looked over my shoulder, "I love you to Jules." 

Sandra got into the passenger side of the car and scooted over next to me. As she leaned her head against my shoulder she said, "I love you to Stevie." 

When we got home Sandra and I undressed Julie and got her into bed. After we had her tucked in, we retired to the living room. 

Sandra and I sat down on the couch.

She cuddled up to me, "Stevie Wagner you are a wonderful man." Sandra rubbed the inside of my thigh. "I think you deserve a little reward tonight." 

I smiled, "I was hoping you might feel that way." 

Sandra pushed me down on the couch and pulled my trousers off. She unhooked my garter belt and pulled my panties down. My tiny little dicklet was standing at attention. 

She smiled at me, "Concentrate baby; work on your control. Let's see how long you can last." 

Sandra grasped my penis between her thumb and her index finger. She leaned over and gently kissed the head. The soft touch of her lips felt wonderful. She put my penis into her mouth. At first she just held my cock there, then she very slowly started to suck me. 

I focused on the pleasure I was feeling. I wasn't afraid, I'd already lasted longer than I'd ever lasted before. 

Sandra began to suck harder. It was wonderful. This was how she pleasured her lovers. 

She started to stroke my cock while she sucked me. I was finally getting to experience her real skill as a blow job queen. 

My excitement started to grow. I didn't care. I was ready to cum now.

I felt the tension building inside of me. Suddenly that wonderful wave of pleasure rolled through me as my cocklet started to ejaculate its little dribble of semen. 

I looked down. Sandra had kept me in her mouth while I had my orgasm. 

She looked up at me and smiled. I reached down and pulled her up to my face. 

Sandra kissed me. While she was kissing me she pushed my small deposit of semen from her mouth to mine. 

Sandra laid on top of me. I held her in my arms. We were both quiet. After a little while she kissed my cheek. "You were very good tonight sweetheart. You're learning to control yourself." 

I smiled, picked Sandra up and led her into the bedroom. I undressed her. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth while I undressed myself. When she was done I went into the bathroom and did the same thing. 

Sandra and I got into bed. We laid down with Julie in between us. I pulled the covers up over us. We fell asleep snuggled together in a big ball.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 31



Note: This story is the thirty-first installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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All three of us had to get up early on Friday morning. Julie had the 6:00 am shift at the coffee shop, Sandra had an 8:00 lecture and I needed to get into the office early so that I could leave early. I wanted to spend the afternoon helping Julie with her college application. 

I followed our normal routine. I got up with Julie and made her coffee while she got dressed. When Sandra got up I prepared her usual breakfast of toast, Jam and orange juice. 

Sandra smiled at me while she was putting on her makeup. "Stevie, you are the perfect wife." 

I looked at her and laughed. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment." 

"Sweetheart, it was meant as a compliment." 

After Sandra left I made the bed, cleaned up the kitchen, did a little quick vacuuming and left for work. 

I spent the morning reading medical journals. Just before lunch I ran across a group in Pittsburgh that caught my attention. They'd discovered a combination of hormones that dramatically increased sexual desire in women without any significant side effects. 

The first time I read through the article I had to work hard to keep from laughing. I kept imagining what would happen if Sandra and Julie started taking a pill to increase their sexual desire. 

The second time I read through the article I tried to be a little more academic. As I read I began to understand that this was a serious problem for many women. 

I went to the internet and started to do some background research. It was immediately apparent that the problem was a critical issue for an astounding number of women. As I did more research I learned that many of the current treatments had significant side effects. 

I decided to put together a detailed report about this group for my next meeting with Avery, Arnie and Jonathon. 

I looked at the clock, it was 2:30. I cleaned up my desk and left for the apartment. Yesterday I promised Julie that I'd help her with her college application this afternoon. I wanted to be there when Julie got home at 3:00. 

I got home just before 3:00. The girls weren't there. I took my suit off, put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, found a dust cloth and started dusting the furniture in the living room. 

Just after 4:00 I heard a ruckus in the hallway outside the apartment. The front door burst open. It was Julie and Sandra. They were both giggling about something. 

I looked at them, "What's so funny?" 

They both looked at me, they tried to be serious but they couldn't control their giggling.

Julie managed to stammer out a very unconvincing, "Oh nothing." 

Sandra had a package. She quickly walked into the bedroom and put it into her dresser. 

"So where have you guys been?" 

They looked at each other and said in unison, "No where"; then burst out laughing.

Sandra walked over and kissed me. "Stevie we've been shopping. We have a surprise for you. We'll give it to you just before we go." 

Julie came over and gave me a hug. "Hi baby, sorry I was late. Can we still work on my college application for a little while?" 

"What time is your date with Ray Winston?" 

"7:30, I have to leave about 7:10." 

"Sandra, what time is your date with Roger?" 

"Its a dinner party Stevie. It starts at 7:30. I am supposed to be at Rogers by 7:00." 

"Do you guys want to eat before you go?" 

Sandra smiled, "I would love it if you'd make me a sandwich. I know these law school dinners. It will probably be 9:00 before I actually get anything to eat." 

Julie looked at me, "I'd like to eat something before I go, a sandwich would be plenty for me." 

"All right I'll fix two sandwiches, you can both eat while you're putting on your makeup. Julie, lets work on your application for an hour. We can finish it tomorrow morning." 

We sat down at the dining room table, Sandra opened her backpack, took out a law book and joined us. "I'm going to study for an hour while you guys work on the application." 

As she sat down she smiled at Julie and said, "Stevie, Jules and I need an extra 15 or 20 minutes before we leave for our dates." 

"Okay babe, I'll keep track of the time." I looked at my watch. "It's 4:20, let's stop at 5:30.

The girls nodded in agreement.

Sandra read quietly while Julie and I worked on the Maple Hills application.

At 5:30 I looked at Julie and Sandra and stood up. "Okay, its time; I'll make some sandwiches while you two start getting ready. 

As I went into the kitchen the girls were stripping their clothes off in the bedroom. I never tired of living with two beautiful women. I started preparing grilled ham and cheese sandwiches while they showered and shaved their legs. When they got out of the bathroom Julie and Sandra put on their lingerie and sat down at their makeup tables. 

As soon as they were seated, I brought them each a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, some cut up carrots and celery and a glass of milk. 

Sandra looked at me when I set her plate down, "Stevie lay out my new black skirt? Oh and baby I want to wear that mauve blouse that I bought last weekend. Be a dear and iron it for me." 

When I was done getting Sandra's clothes out I turned to Julie. "Can I lay out your outfit Jules?" 

"Thanks baby. I am just meeting Ray at his office. My Blue tee shirt and a denim miniskirt will be fine, are they clean?" 

I nodded, "They were in the laundry I did last Monday. I'll lay them on the bed for you."

I ironed Sandra's blouse. Ironing a blouse for the woman you love is simple favor; doing it when you know another man is going to be taking it off in several hours is an act of subservience.

When I was done with Sandra's blouse, I laid out Julie's tee shirt and miniskirt.

The girls finished putting on their makeup and ate their sandwiches. When they were finished eating they got dressed. 

Once they were dressed they smiled at each other and started to giggle. Julie turned to me, "Stevie its time for us to give you your surprise". 

Sandra opened up her dresser and found the package she'd brought home earlier this afternoon. She opened the bag and took out a box 

"Stevie we went to Sex Land this afternoon. We bought something we want you to wear tonight." 

The box said CB2000 on the side.

As Sandra opened it Julie said, "Stevie this is a male chastity belt. It will prevent you from masturbating or getting an erection when you're wearing it." 

Sandra took out the pieces and laid them on the table. It really wasn't a belt at all. It was a group of rings and a clear plastic tube curved in the shape of a limp penis." 

I looked at both of them. I didn't like this. "You know this really isn't necessary. If you don't want me to masturbate all you have to do is tell me and I won't do it." 

Julie looked at me, "Stevie get down on your knees. Do it now!" 

I dropped to my knees. 

Sandra stared at me. "Last week you got on your knees and promised to serve us faithfully as our slave." 

"And I am doing that." 

"You also promised to obey us without question."

"Yes, but..."

Sandra raised her voice, "No buts! You are questioning us right now."

Julie patted my head, She was obviously enjoying this display of domination. "Stevie, you swore to us that your needs would always be secondary to our pleasure."

Sandra nodded, "That's right pussyboy, I believe that your exact words were our pleasure is paramount to you." She smiled, "Well it gives us pleasure to know that we're in complete control of your ability to have any kind of sexual release." 

Julie grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so that I was looking into her eyes. "Stevie, both Sandra and agree that knowing you're at home with your penis locked in a cage will make our dates even more exciting tonight. You don't want to deny us that enjoyment do you?" 

Sandra picked up the smallest ring from the table, "Stevie you know you can always say dull. If you choose to do that, do it now. Otherwise, pull down your jeans and your panties." 

Both Julie and Sandra stared at me. 

I looked at them and sighed, "You two really want to do this don't you." 

Julie grinned, "Yes we do Stevie." 

I pulled my jeans and panties down. 

Julie took out a tube of lubricant and rubbed some onto my genitals. 

Sandra slipped the smallest ring over my cock and balls. She snapped several pieces into place and slipped the cock sleeve over my penis. 

Julie took out a small gold lock and slipped it through a ring on the chastity cage and locked it into place." 

Sandra smiled at me. "There baby, all done. Now that's not so bad is it?" 

I shook my head. "No its not uncomfortable at all." 

Julie put her arms around me. "I have the key sweetheart. When I come home from my date with Ray you can lick my asshole and eat his cum from my pussy. When you're done, I'll unlock you and give you a nice slow blow job. Sandra told me that you lasted a really long time last night. We'll see if you can last even longer tonight." 

I pulled my jeans and panties back up. The girls finished getting dressed. It was time for them to go." 

Sandra hugged me. While she was hugging me she whispered into my ear. "When you go to sleep tonight, I want you remember that I'll be in Rogers arms. I am going to suck his cock and let him fuck both my pussy and my ass as often as he wants. I am going to be his little blow job princess tonight." 

She stepped back from me and started giggling. "That gets you really hot doesn't it?" She patted my chastity belt. "Oh too bad; you won't be able to do anything about it until Julie gets home." 

She smiled. "Enjoy your sweet torture tonight baby. Tomorrow when I come home I am going to do the same thing Julie's going to do with you tonight. I am going to make you lick my asshole and kiss my well fucked cunt. When you're done, I am going to reward you with my very best blow job." 

Sandra put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. It was a long, very passionate kiss. When she was done she held on to me. "I'm going to miss you tonight big guy." She squeezed me. "Please don't forget that I love you more than any man alive. I'll be Roger's sex toy tonight, but my heart will still belong to you."

I kissed Sandra's cheek and patted her butt. "Go have a good time, I'll see you late tomorrow morning."

Sandra turned and ran out the door.

Julie was standing next to the door. "Baby, I have to go to." She hugged me and gave me a big kiss. "I'll be home at about 10:30. We can play some really fun games when I get back." 

I kissed Julie's cheek and patted her butt. "Go give Ray Winston the time of his life."

Julie turned, she was giggling when she walked out the door. "Is that an order sir?"

I laughed and said, "Absolutely."

I had some time to kill. I went into the kitchen and made a ham and cheese omelet. When it was done I put it on a plate with two pieces of toast and brought it over to my computer. I sat down and opened up my favorite cuckold web site. I thought that I might as well catch up on some reading while I ate my dinner. 

I read three stories, one of them was particularly exciting. Several times while I was reading, my hand unconsciously slid to my crotch. I wanted to masturbate. The cage prevented it. I was indeed under the control of the girls. 

When I finished eating my dinner I turned off my computer . I needed a break from reading erotica. I was getting a little too aroused. The cage was mildly uncomfortable when I had an erection. 

I went into the kitchen and washed my dishes. When I was done I washed and waxed the kitchen floor. While I was working I started to imagine what my girls were doing with their men. 

It was 8:30. Sandra would be sitting on a couch next to Roger. They were probably having cocktails. I was certain that she was snuggled up next to him, hanging on his every word as he chatted with the other dinner guests. 

Julie was most likely sucking Ray Winston's cock at this moment. She told me that he was big. I wondered how many times he'd be able to fuck Julie before they were done for the evening. 

When I finished the kitchen floor I went into the bathroom and opened the laundry hamper. There were several pairs of the girl's panty hose in there. I took them to the kitchen sink and started hand washing them. When I was done I hung them on a drying rack in the bathroom. 

I looked at the clock, it was 9:30. Ray was probably enjoying his final fuck with Julie. Sandra and Roger were most likely eating dinner.

I stripped off my clothes and went into the bathroom. I took a shower and shaved my legs. When I was done I put on clean clothes. As I was getting dressed, I noticed that the cock cage made an ugly bulge in the front of my panties. 

I went to the bar, put several ice cubes into a glass and filled it with scotch. I took a large sip of the whiskey, walked into the living room and turned on the television. 

As I sat down to watch the 10:00 pm news, I suddenly remembered that we had a walk through of the new house scheduled for 10:00 am tomorrow morning. Sandra probably wasn't even going to be getting home until after 10:00. I decided that I'd have Julie call Barry at 8:00 and see if we could move the walk through back to 1:00. I didn't want to cancel it. I knew the girls were excited to start buying furniture.

At 10:15 I heard a key in the lock. The door opened and Julie walked in. When she saw me her face lit up. 

I stood up. She ran over, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. 

I smiled. "Hi sweetheart, It's nice to have you at home again. Did you have a good time with Ray?" 

Julie grinned at me. "Stevie, Ray is an amazing fuck." She paused and looked at my scotch. "Can I have one of those?" 

"Sure, but wouldn't you rather have a martini?" 

She giggled. "Stevie, you know me to well. Yes I would love a martini." She laughed, "I think I might have several martinis." 

I fixed her a drink, set it on the coffee table and went back to my chair and sat down again.

As soon as I was seated Julie walked over and stood in front of me. "Stevie take off my skirt." 

She turned around. I unzipped the back of her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

"Now take my panties off."

I could barely contain my excitement as I pulled Julies panties down to her ankles.

Julie stepped out of her skirt and panties and giggled, "Pick those up pussyboy."

I smiled at her, got out of my chair and picked up her skirt and panties. While I was doing that Julie took off her tee shirt and tossed it to me.

"You can put this away at the same time. While you're in the bedroom you can take off your own clothes. I want you naked when you come back out."

I ran into the bedroom with Julie's clothes. I quickly put them away. When that was done, I stripped off my own clothes. 

I walked back into the living room, took one look at Julie and stopped.

She was standing next to my chair sipping her martini. She was completely naked. Her gorgeous body was absolutely breathtaking.

Julie grinned at me when she saw me staring at her. "You like what you see don't you Speedy?"

I nodded.

She winked at me, "If you're really good you might get to do more than just look tonight."

I took a deep breath. This had the potential to be a very fun night. 

"Stevie, I want to sit on your lap, drink my martini and tell you all about my date with Ray. When were both really hot and horny, I want to get kinky with you. Can we do that sweetheart?" 

I laughed, "Julie that sounds like a wonderful way to spend the evening." 

"Stevie, I've never played domination games with you when we were alone. Sandra's always been with us." She smiled. "Don't get me wrong, I love playing with both of you." She shrugged, "But Stevie, you're the only person I've ever dominated. Tonight I want you all to myself. Tonight I want you to be my personal slave.

I smiled at Julie, "Jules I am yours to command. " I pulled her to me and whispered into her ear, "You can play as rough as you want tonight." 

Julie licked her lips. "Stevie, I'm already getting hot." 

She leaned over and rested her hands on the arm of the couch. "Kiss my ass Stevie. Just do it for a second. I want a little preview of what's going to happen tonight." 

I got down on my knees behind Julie and spread her ass cheeks. 

Julie sighed as she felt my lips touch her anus. "Stevie, that feels so good." 

She squealed with delight when I pushed my tongue into her. For the next several minutes I explored Julie's asshole with the tip of my tongue. 

Julie finally stood up and pushed my face away from her ass. She was breathing very quickly. "That was wonderful, but I want to play some other games for a little while. I want to come back to that one later.

Julie grabbed me and pushed me into my chair. When I was seated, she picked up my scotch and handed it to me.

Julie then picked up her own drink and sat down on my lap. She put her arm around me and said, "Lets drink our cocktails quickly and then have a second round. I don't want us to have any inhibitions tonight. 

As we started to sip our drinks I said, "Jules do you think you could take off the chastity cage? It restricts my penis." 

She tilted her head, "Really? Well I suppose that I could." she smiled, "But you really haven't done anything to warrant my doing you a favor as big as that." Julie's smile turned into a wicked grin. "I think that you're going to have to do some serious begging and submit to some very outrageous demands before I'll even think about removing that cute little cage." 

She finished her martini and whispered to me; "Finish your scotch pussyboy, then get each of us another cocktail." 

I finished my drink. Julie got up. I went to the bar, made us each another one and brought them both back to my chair. 

When I returned, Julie was sitting in my chair. Her legs were lasciviously spread apart. For the first time since she got home, I had a clear look at her cunt.

There was no doubt that she'd been fucked earlier in the evening. The lips of her pussy were still swollen and stretched. They were also caked with dried semen. It was obvious that Julie had let Ray fuck her without a condom.

Julie saw me staring and giggled, "You can tell that Ray and I had a pretty good time tonight can't you pussyboy?"

Julie looked at my caged penis and shook her head in pretend sympathy. "Oh look at the poor baby." Her voice had a mocking tone to it. "His little clittie is all locked up. His mean evil girlfriends are controlling his sex life." She grinned at me, "Poor thing. Those nasty girls go out with other men and have orgasm after orgasm, while their poor little sissy wimp sits at home all locked up. He can't even jerk off." 

Julie took a sip of her new drink. "Stevie, while you were sitting at home tonight with your tiny clittie locked in a cage, Ray was having lots of fun with me. He's a breast man. He loves to play with my titties." 

Julie picked up her large breasts and held them together. "Look at my tits baby; Just imagine the fun Ray had with them tonight. They were his personal toys. 

Julie lifted her right breast, tilted her head forward and wantonly licked her nipple. After a moment she let go of her breast and took another sip of her martini.

She set her glass down and stared into my eyes. "Stevie, would you like to play with my tits?" She paused and wiggled her nose. "I'm not so sure I am willing to let you. You're just a little sissy boy. I usually only let real men like Ray play with my tits." 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 31



Julie waved a finger at me. "Come here sissy boy. I want you to get down on your knees right between my legs."

I responded very quickly.

Julie leaned over and rubbed her nipples all over my face. "Maybe if you beg really hard, I might let you touch one of my breasts later tonight."

Julie flipped around in her chair so that her ass was in my face.

"Stevie, Ray thinks I have a really sexy ass. While you were at home tonight locked in your cage, I let him play with it. He rubbed my ass cheeks, and pushed two fingers into my asshole. Ray enjoyed himself.

Julie giggled while she wiggled her gorgeous ass in my face. "Stevie, I let some men play with my ass. I let some men fuck me in my ass. You know what you get to do with my ass don't you sissy boy." She laughed, "You get to lick my ass." 

I started to lean forward. Julie stopped me. "Slow down wimp boy, licking my asshole is a privilege for you. You need to ask me for permission." 

"Mistress Julie, may I please be allowed to lick your asshole." 

She reached back and patted my head. "Oh that's a very good little boy. Yes Speedy, since you asked so politely, you have my permission to lick my ass." 

Julie sighed as she felt me push my tongue into her. "Stevie, that feels so nice. Push your tongue into me as far as you can." 

I don't know how long Julie made me lick her. We both lost track of the time. It would be a real challenge to decide which of us enjoyed it more. 

Julie finally pulled away. She sat down on the couch and spread her legs. "Wimpboy, while you were sitting at home with your little dick locked in its cage, Ray was fucking me. He fucked me three times tonight.

She sighed. "Cucky, Ray is a real man. He can fuck for a really long time. Look at my pussy. See how stretched and raw it is. Ray has a big cock." She laughed. "Not a little clittie like you have." 

She spread her legs further apart. "Lick me sissy boy. Lick the cunt that Ray was fucking while you were at home washing my panties."

I licked and sucked Julie to her first orgasm. It didn't take long. Her lust was now in complete control of her body and mind. It was easy to make her cum. 

I knelt at Julie's feet while she relaxed and enjoyed the after glow of her orgasm. Finally, she raised her right foot to my face and said, "Lick my toes slave. Make yourself useful, pleasure my feet." 

Julie laid back in her chair and closed her eyes while I kissed and licked the bottom of her feet and her toes. She was obviously enjoying the sweet sensation of having me worship her feet. 

As I made love to her feet, Julie's lust started to build again. This marked the beginning of an intense session of domination and submission. For the next hour I was spanked, slapped, pinched and smothered. Julie subjected me to every form of degradation and humiliation that she could imagine. I was forced to crawl, grovel and totally demean myself for her pleasure. 

When she finally started to tire of using me as her plaything, Julie ordered me to get on the bed and lie on my back. She climbed on top of me and straddled my face. 

I shuddered with excitement as she lowered her ass onto my mouth and sat down. 

Julie was now in the perfect position to dictate how I pleasured her. If she leaned forward she could rub her cunt against my lips and nose. If she leaned back my face was buried in her ass. 

She started to rock back and forth. She was forcing me to alternately eat her pussy, then her asshole and then her pussy again. 

While she was moving back and forth Julie said, "Stevie it's almost 11:30 now. The dinner party is over. Sandra's at Roger's house. I am sure that by now she's naked. Think about it Stevie, Sandra's in Roger's arms. His hands are freely roaming her beautiful body. She's his little plaything right now. All she cares about at this moment is his great big cock.

Julie laughed. "That gets you really hot doesn't it Stevie. I'll bet you'd love to jack off right now." 

She leaned over and picked up my caged cock. "Oh poor baby, you can't jack off can you. We have you all locked up." She paused. "Stevie, would you like me to unlock you" 

I couldn't talk. Julie's ass was pressed against my mouth. 

"Make me cum baby. Make me cum one more time and I'll unlock you." 

For the next few minutes both of us focused our total attention on Julie's pleasure. She rocked back and forth on my face and I licked, probed and sucked on her pussy and asshole with as much vigor as I could muster. 

It didn't take long. The tension in Julie's body built quickly. She rocked harder. I furiously worked my tongue in and out of her. 

The explosion was inevitable. When it came it struck with a fury that I had never before witnessed in either Sandra or Julie. The evenings games had obviously heated Julie's passion to new heights. 

Julie screamed as her orgasm tore through her body with the fury of a hurricane. She locked her legs around my head and wildly rode my face like I was a bucking bronco. She held me so tightly that I had trouble breathing. I started to panic, I was afraid that I might suffocate. 

Julie was crying out from the pleasure that was tearing her apart.

Finally, the violent waves of ecstasy that were ripping through Julie's body started to subside. Her cries became whimpers. Her body slowly relaxed. Gradually she slumped forward and lay perfectly still on my chest.

Julie laid on top of me for several minutes. Finally she rolled off of me, got up and walked over to her dresser. She opened her jewelry box and took out the key. 

Next she went into the bathroom. I could hear water running. She came out with a small pan of warm water, a bar of soap, a washcloth and a towel. She walked over to the bed and set everything on the night stand. 

Julie unlocked the chastity cage and very gently removed it from my cock and balls. She dipped the washcloth in the pan of water and rubbed some soap on it. Her loving touch was soft and gentle as she cleaned my penis and testicles. She dipped the washcloth in the water again and rinsed the soap off of me. 

When she was done she set everything back on the night stand and laid down next to me. "Stevie, I thought that was wonderful." Her face took on a worried look. "Was I too mean to you baby? I think I got a little carried away. I am sorry if I hurt you or made you feel bad." 

I smiled at her. "Jules, I had a wonderful time; you were very good." I laughed, "you were delightfully nasty." 

She laughed and kissed me. "Stevie you're so wonderful. I know that you like it when were nasty to you and both Sandra and I really like being nasty to you, but we don't ever want to really hurt you or make you feel bad. We both love you." 

I kissed her. "I know that Jules, I love you to." 

"Stevie, I want to give you a blow job; can I do that." 

I grinned at her. "Julie, I would absolutely love that." 

Julie leaned forward and picked up my cock." Concentrate Stevie; you're getting more control every time we do this. Let's see how long you can last tonight." 

Julie went to work on me. Both of my girls are very skilled at sucking cocks. Julie gave me her best effort. My ability to last was indeed improving with experience. This time it was a full five minutes before I felt that wonderful wave of pleasure radiate through my thighs when I started to cum.

Julie did the same thing Sandra did last night. She kept my cock in her mouth while I ejaculated 

When I was done, Julie pulled herself up so she was lying next to me. 

We smiled at each other. We both knew what was about to happen. Julie started giggling and kissed me. While she kissed me, she pushed my cum from her mouth to mine.

When she was finished, Julie cuddled up next to me. I reached down, pulled the covers up over us and wrapped my arms around her. We slept like that all night long.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 32



Note: This story is the thirty-second installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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The next morning I let Julie sleep in. She had Saturday off and didn't have to go into the coffee shop. At 7:30 I fixed her favorite breakfast of cinnamon French toast and orange juice. 

When she saw me bringing it into the bedroom on a tray she smiled at me. "My my, I must be special. You're serving me breakfast in bed."

I laughed as I set the tray down on the bed. "Julie, you are very special." 

I sat on the foot of the bed while Julie ate her breakfast. "We're supposed to be at the new house at 10:00 for a walk through." 

Julie looked up from her breakfast. "You and I can make it, but there's no way Sandra will. She's probably just waking up. I am sure she's going to suck Roger's cock and let him fuck her at least one more time before she comes home." 

I nodded, "I know. Why don't you call Barry and see if we can move the walk through back to 1:00 this afternoon. That should give Sandra plenty of time to get home and clean up before we have to go." 

Julie thought for a minute. "Okay, I'll call him. Maybe I can bribe him with the promise of a little extra special attention this afternoon." She paused, "Sandra's going to be pretty tired. I doubt she slept very much last night; Roger's her favorite fuck." 

She laughed, "I am also sure that she's going to want to play with you for a little while when she gets home." 

I grinned, "That's a nice thought Jules." 

I considered all of this for a moment. "Go ahead and call Barry, try to get the walk through moved back to 1:00. If Sandra needs more time, you can go over to the house ahead of us and entertain Barry until we get there." 

Julie giggled, "I think I'll try to do everything I can to slow Sandra down." 

I handed Julie the telephone and read her Barry's telephone number. 

She called him; 1:00 pm was just fine. Barry told Julie he had plenty of errands that he could take care of this morning. 

Julie finished her breakfast. She showered and dressed while I cleaned up the kitchen and made the bed. 

When we were done with those chores we sat down at the dining room table and worked on her application to Maple Hills Community College.

At 10:15 we heard Sandra's key in the lock. When she opened the door and saw us sitting at the dining room table she smiled . 

I stood up and walked over to her. Sandra threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. 

I held her for a moment. "Welcome home Sandra, how was your date?" 

She sighed, "Stevie it was wonderful." 

Sandra stopped hugging me and gently held my hand. "Baby I'm starved. If you make me some breakfast, I'll tell you all about it." 

"You got it sweetheart, what would you like?" 

Behind me Julie said, "He made me cinnamon French toast. It was really good." 

Sandra looked at me. "That sounds wonderful. Would that be too much trouble to make?" 

I smiled at her. "Sandra you can have anything that your heart desires." 

She leered at me. "Oh yeah? Well after I have breakfast I'm going to desire your tongue." She grabbed my nipple through my shirt and gave it a hard twist. "Pussyboy, while you're cooking my breakfast, I want you to think about that naughty little spot where I'm going to I desire it."

All three of us started laughing. 

I poured a cup of coffee for both of the girls and started making Sandra's breakfast. While I cooked, She told Julie and I about her evening. 

"The dinner was at the home of a member of the University Board of Trustees. The President of the University was one of the guests. Roger is on several major University Committees. He's becoming a very important member of the faculty." 

I set my spatula down. "Should I be getting jealous?" 

Sandra came over and hugged me. "No baby. I'll admit that it's fun to meet all those important people." She smiled, "And Roger is a magnificent fuck." She put her arms around my waist and hugged my back. "But Stevie, you're the love of my life. Roger could take me to a party at the White House and I'd still come home to you in the morning." She turned me around and looked into my eyes. "Stevie I promise that I will always come home to you in the morning. 

We kissed. Julie got up from her chair. "Hey I want to be part of this." 

I put my arms around both of my girls and we had a nice long three way hug."

Sandra sat down at the dining room table. I served her breakfast. While she ate we told her about the walk through at the new house. 

Sandra set her fork down, "Why are we doing this anyway Stevie?" 

"So you and Julie can look at the rooms and start deciding what we need to buy for furniture." 

Sandra stared at me. "Are you really going to let Julie and me buy all the furniture we want and decorate the house the way we want it?" 

I looked at both of them, "Of course I am. You're the women of the house. The house is going to be yours to furnish and decorate. I'll get involved if you want, but I thought the two of you might like to do it by yourselves.

I stopped. Suddenly I remembered something important. I went to my desk and picked up an envelope. I turned to the girls. "These came yesterday." 

I opened the envelope and took out six cards. There were two with Julies name and two with Sandra's name. There were also two with my name. I handed each girl her cards. 

They looked at them. Julie turned to me. "These are credit cards Stevie. They have my name on them. How did I get these? I have rotten credit." She shook her head. "Stevie I can't afford to have credit cards, I don't make enough money. I'll just get into trouble." 

I walked over and kissed her forehead. "Baby, we each have a VISA card and an American Express card. Julie, I got us the credit cards. They're actually in my name and I'll be providing the money to pay the bills. You won't be able to get into trouble"

I turned to both girls. "Each card has a $5000 credit limit. I want you each to feel free to shop and buy things as you need them. We should talk about major purchases. We're a family now; all three of us should be involved in the decision to make any major purchases. I think discussing finances openly is a good practice for every family." 

Sandra looked puzzled. "I don't understand Stevie?" 

"Sandra, I don't want the two of you to have to come to me and beg for money when you want to buy something. We have a substantial family income. I want all three of us to be able to enjoy it."

Sandra and Julie were both listening very carefully.

I continued. "My plan is that next week the three of us will go to the bank and open a joint checking account. The two of you will be responsible for managing and balancing that account." 

Sandra looked at me. "Why is that Stevie?" 

"So that both of you will fully appreciate our financial situation. We're wealthy, but we don't have unlimited wealth. I have the same two credit cards the two of you have. Each month the three of us will sit down and pay our credit card bills together. The two of you will balance our check book. I want you to feel free to buy things; but I don't want us to squander money. I think the best way to do that is to let the two of you have substantial involvement in the financial management of our household." 

Julie looked at me. "What can I use my cards for Stevie?" 

"Anything you want Julie." 

"Stevie I've never had any money. This really scares me." 

"Would you like me to give you a monthly spending limit to get started?" 

"Yes I think that would help me." 

"How about $1500 a month." 

Both of them stared at me. 

Julie shook her head. "I can't believe this. Stevie do you know what kind of a budget a coffee shop waitress has to live on? 

I smiled. "Start believing it Julie. You're rich now." 

I paused for a moment. "I do want to make an initial exception to that amount. I would like both of you to substantially upgrade your wardrobes." I grinned at them. "You both need nice clothes to wear when you go out on dates. I would also like it if you had some nice outfits to wear when the three of us go out to dinner." 

I waited for a moment to let this sink in then I continued. "The two of you also need new school clothes. I was thinking that you should both spend about $10,000 each for this initial wardrobe upgrade." 

They both jumped up. Sandra yelled, "Shut up Stevie." 

I laughed. "No I'm serious, the two of you need to plan some shopping trips next week." I paused. "By the way, remember, winter is coming. You both need new jackets and a nice formal coat." I stopped, "No I think the formal coats should be extra. I want you to buy very nice ones. They shouldn't come out of the initial $10,000." 

I smiled. "I'd also like to take the two of you jewelry shopping. Julie when I first started to date Sandra I bought her a very expensive necklace and earring set." 

Julie nodded. "I know I have seen them many times; Sandra even let me wear them one evening." 

Sandra looked at me. "Was that okay Stevie?" 

"Yes Sandra it was. I am glad you did it."

I turned back to Julie. "Jules I am sorry that I haven't bought you a nice present like that. After we look at the house today the three of us are going downtown to Smithson's Jewelry store. Both of you are going to pick a nice necklace and earring set for yourselves and Julie I'm going to select an additional set for you as a gift from me." 

Sandra shook her head. "Stevie you don't have to buy our love. We love you for who you are. I would love you even if you were dirt poor." 

Julie jumped up. "I would to Stevie. I don't need any money; I just want you." 

I smiled at both of them. "I know that girls and I appreciate it. I love both of you to, money is irrelevant." 

I took a deep breath. "For obvious reasons the three of us can't get married. The law won't allow it. What I can do is make a financial commitment to the two of you. I seem to be very good at making money. I want to share that with you. Girls whether you like it or not, my wealth is your wealth." 

Sandra shrugged. "It doesn't seem fair. I wish that we had something to give to you." 

Julie nodded in agreement. 

I looked at them. "You both love me and I love both of you. That's the only gift that really matters. If our relationship ever collapses, my money won't make me happy. The two of you make me happy." 

Julie and Sandra walked over and put their arms around me. We hugged for several minutes. Finally Sandra said, "I can't wait to go shopping."

Julie and I each had a cup of coffee while Sandra finished her breakfast. 

When she was done, She looked at the two of us and said, "It's is still only 11:00. Stevie, I'd like to play with you for a little while before we have to go." 

She turned to Julie. "Jules you can play to." 

Julie laughed. "I don't know what you have in mind, but count me in." 

"Just sit on the couch and watch for a little while." 

Sandra looked at me, "Cucky come over here and undress your hot girlfriend." 

Sandra's voice had taken on a very commanding tone. I complied immediately.

As I undressed Sandra, I carefully folded each article of her clothing and put it away. 

When she was down to her panties Sandra pushed me away. "Leave those for now cuckold. Undress yourself and when you're done go kneel at Mistress Julie's feet." 

I followed her instructions. When I was finished undressing, I took my assigned place. 

Sandra was still standing. She was an imposing figure. "Look at me cuckold." She grinned at me, "And I guarantee you that is exactly what you are." 

Julie started laughing, "Oh yes after last night, he most certainly is." 

"Look at me cuckold. When Roger and I got to his house last night he had me do a strip tease for him in his living room." She smiled a wicked smile. "Roger loved watching me take off my clothes. Speedy, I danced naked for him." 

Sandra sat down in the chair opposite Julie and me.

Sandra continued her story. "When I was down to my panties, Roger patted the spot next to him on the couch and said, 'Sandra come over here and sit next to me.'" 

I'm a very obedient girl when I am with a man like Roger. I do everything he tells me to do. As soon as I sat down, Roger rolled me onto my stomach, pulled down my panties and started to play with my ass." 

Sandra pulled her panties down, rolled over and showed us her ass. "Roger loves my ass cuckboy. He likes to play with it and fondle it." She laughed. "But he never kisses it or licks it. Roger's a man; he's not a little ass kissing wimp like you."

Sandra reached back and spread her cheeks apart. "Look at my asshole wimp boy, I'll bet you can't wait to kiss it." She feigned surprise. "Oh my, its still just a little bit stretched out. Roger fucked me there last night. He likes to do that wimpboy. My big stud loves to fuck me in the ass." She laughed. "That's something you'll never get to do pussy boy. I only let men fuck me in the ass. Wimps like you just get to lick it."

Sandra rolled back over and pulled her panties off. She lay back in her chair and obscenely spread her legs. 

"Look at me Cucky. Can you see Roger's dried semen all over my pussy and asshole. He fucked me four times last night. He did me three times in my cunt and once in my ass. I let him cum inside of me every time. Cuckboy I love it when I feel Roger shooting his stuff deep inside me." 

Sandra put her hand over her mouth in mock embarrassment. "Oh Speedy, I almost forgot to tell you something very important. Remember how I told you that after I did my striptease, Roger had me sit next to him on the couch? Guess what I did While Roger was playing with my ass and my cunt. I unzipped his pants, took his big hard cock out and stroked it. That's right pussyboy, I was jacking Roger off while he was fondling my pussy and ass." 

Sandra smiled at me. "You know what happened next don't you cucky. I put Roger's big dick in my mouth and sucked it. I gave Roger a nice long blow job to start the evening." She giggled, I was his little blowjob princess."

Sandra stopped for a moment, she was counting. "Roger actually got hard and came five times last night." Sandra smirked at me. "Can you do that pussyboy? Can you get it up five times in one night?" She shook her head, "Fuck no, only studs like Roger can do that." 

Sandra pressed her finger against her cheek. "Oh I almost forgot; you couldn't cum at all last night could you cucky. Your poor little pee pee was all locked up in that mean old cage."

Sandra closed her eyes. "Speedy, Roger is a great lover. I get all tingly when I think about how good it feels when he's fucking me. I love it when he rolls me onto my back, climbs on top of me, pins me to the bed and pushes his big hard dick into my cunt. I close my eyes, wrap my legs around his hips and try to meet everyone of his powerful thrusts with thrusts of my own. Just thinking about it takes my breath away."

She sighed, "Roger fucked me again this morning when we woke up. Look at my cunt cuckboy; see how swollen and loose it is. Roger's big cock really stretched me out." 

Sandra laughed. "Even if I decide to let you fuck me some day, I doubt that I'll be able to feel that little thing of yours inside of me. Not after a man like Roger's had me."

Sandra rolled over onto her stomach. "Crawl over here wimp boy; welcome your hot girlfriend home with a proper cuckold kiss. Show me that you like it when I party with other men. Show me that you like it even if you're at home with your little wee wee locked in a chastity cage. Kiss my asshole sissyboy. Show me that you're my little cuckold wimp." 

I crawled over to Sandra. She sighed when she felt my lips make contact with her asshole.

Sandra enjoyed the feel of my tongue in her ass for a few moments then pushed my face away, sat up, turned around and smiled at me. "Stevie that was wonderful." 

She pulled me up and set me on her lap. I felt like a little boy. 

Sandra kissed me. "Did you enjoy that Stevie?" She gently stroked my cheek. "I wasn't too mean to you was I?" 

I laughed. "I love the two of you, you're both so worried about hurting me. No Sandra, you weren't too mean. I loved what you just did." I turned to Julie. "And Jules I loved what you did when you got home last night. Both of you are wonderful at playing the role of the cruel dominatrix." 

Sandra giggled. "Thanks Stevie, that's a really nice compliment." 

She kissed me again. "Stevie, last night when I was lying in Rogers arms after we were done making love, all I could think about was you. I kept thinking about how wonderful you are. 

Sandra smiled at me. "I laid awake trying to think of a special treat for you." She got a little twinkle I her eye. "I came up with something." 

Sandra patted my cheek. "You have to promise to try really hard to control yourself and not cum for a while." 

Julie grinned, "He did really good last night. When I gave him his blow job he lasted for over five minutes. 

Sandra raised her eyebrows. "Really? Julie our little baby is becoming a stud." 

We all laughed. 

Sandra smiled at me. "Okay stud, undress Julie." 

I stood up and quickly removed all of Julie's clothing. When I was done I looked at Sandra. She nodded in approval and motioned for both Julie and me to follow her into the bedroom.

When we were standing next to the bed Sandra pulled the covers down and said, "Alright big boy lie down on your back." 

As soon as I was lying on the bed, Sandra turned to Julie; "Jules, would you please sit on Stevie's face." 

Julie giggled while she climbed onto my face. "Sandra I'm already in love with this new game." 

Julie sat down and pressed her cunt against my nose and mouth. I was in heaven. She looked down at me. "Big guy, can you breathe okay down there?"

I nodded my head. 

Sandra slipped between my legs, picked up my tiny cock and gave it a squeeze. "Okay studboy, time to concentrate. Let's see how long you can last today." 

She put my cock in her mouth and started sucking me. At the same time Julie started to rock back and forth on my face. 

As Julie rode me she said, "After dinner tonight I get to suck him while you ride his face, okay Sandra?" Sandra looked up at us and without taking my penis out of her mouth nodded and mumbled, "Okay". 

Sandra was right. This was special for me. I couldn't imagine a sexual act that I could possibly enjoy more than this one. 

Amazingly I still managed to last over six minutes before I came. 

When I finally did cum, Sandra let me ejaculate in her mouth. When I was done Sandra got up and kissed Julie. As she kissed Julie she passed my drop of semen to her. Julie got off of my face, bent over me and kissed me. When she kissed me she pushed my semen on to my tongue. 

After I swallowed my cum Sandra grinned at Julie and me. "My second grade teacher, Mrs. Williams taught me that it was polite to share."

All three of us laughed. In addition to being lovers, we were also becoming very close friends. We enjoyed each other

We all laid still for a few minutes, Finally Julie got up. She grinned, "That was just enough to stimulate my interest. I think I need to call Barry." 

She picked up the telephone and dialed the number I'd given her earlier this morning. She waited for moment then said, "Hi Barry, this is Julie Gordon. Listen I was thinking that if you and I could meet at the house a little earlier, we might be able to have some fun before the walk through." She paused and listened. After a moment she said, "12:30, that sounds wonderful. I'll see you there." 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 32



She hung up the telephone and looked at her watch. It was just after 12:00. "Guys, I have to get changed and go." She ran to the closet and started pulling out clothes." 

Sandra kissed my cheek. "I think our sweet friend just bought us a little time. I'd really like it if you'd give me a bath." 

I smiled at her. "Your wish is my command." 

Sandra laughed. "I just love it when you say sweet things like that." 

Julie looked at us while she was getting dressed. "Somehow I think I am missing some more fun." 

Sandra shook her head. "Quit complaining Jules. You're on your way to see your buddy Mr. Big." 

Julie grinned. "Oh that's right." She pulled her tee shirt on, checked her makeup and grabbed her car keys. "I'll see you two at the house. You'd still better try to be there by 1:30. I don't want poor Barry to have a heart attack." 

We all laughed. 

As Julie was walking out the door; Sandra called to her, "Don't worry, we'll be there Jules." 

I quickly drew a bath for Sandra. She got into the tub as soon as it was full. 

Sandra lay in the soothing hot water with her eyes closed while I gently washed her entire body. When I was done bathing her, I dried Sandra and dressed her. 

It was just after 1:00 when we left the apartment. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 33



Note: This story is the thirty-third installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

We got to the house at 1:25. Julie's Thunderbird and Barry's Pontiac were both parked in the driveway. Sandra and I got out of her convertible and walked up to the front door. I tried the knob. It was open. 

As soon as we entered the house we could hear Julie's voice coming from the master bedroom. "Oh yes! That's right, fuck me you son of a bitch; fuck my pussy with your big hard dick." 

Sandra and I both started laughing. 

We walked into the master bedroom. Julie was on her hands and knees. Barry was behind her. He was thrusting his cock in and out her sopping vagina.

Sandra and I watched Barry fuck Julie for a few minutes. They were both oblivious to our presence. Sandra finally interrupted them. "Jules it's time to finish up. We have a lot to do this afternoon." 

Julie looked at us and laughed. "Barry is insatiable today. He's already cum in my mouth once. Shit guys, he got hard again almost immediately. Now he's kind of like that battery rabbit on television. He just keeps going and going." 

Barry just grinned at us. He was having fun. 

Sandra shook her head. "Come on Jules you know what to do. Get his cock back into your mouth. Show Barry exactly what a BJ queen is capable of doing." 

Julie sighed, "Okay". She moved away from Barry. When his cock slipped out of her pussy she shook her head. "Sorry babe. I'll make it up to you when we close on the house. Now come over here and let me show you what the words blow job really mean." 

All four of us started laughing. 

Julie put Barry's cock into her mouth and started sucking him. Both of my girls are good. Once Julie got Barry's cock into her mouth, he didn't have a chance. It was a matter of minutes before he was ejaculating all over her face and tits.

We spent over an hour walking through the house. Sandra had a notebook with her. The girls measured all the rooms and discussed color schemes. They were in heaven. 

We left the house just after 3:00. We drove back to the apartment, dropped off the girl's cars and got the Lincoln. We wanted to ride together. 

Smithson's Jewelry store was our next stop. I don't know if I have ever enjoyed anything as much in my life as watching Julie pick out her necklace and earring set. She was like a child in a toy store. She made the salesman show her every piece of jewelry in their inventory . 

While Julie was looking at necklaces, Sandra grabbed the salesman. "I'd like to see some gold ankle bracelets. Do you have such a thing?" 

He nodded. "They're right over here madam." 

Sandra examined the selection and called to Julie. 

Julie took a break from her necklace shopping and joined Sandra. 

"Hey Jules, come over here and look at these. Which ones do you like?" 

Sandra turned to me. "Stevie, I want you to buy Julie and I matching anklets." 

"I smiled and made a polite bow. "Ms. Monroe, your wish is my command." 

Sandra grinned at me. "You'd better believe it is Speedy." 

Sandra turned back to the display of anklets. "I like these two Julie." 

Julie pointed to one of Sandra's two choices. "That one is my favorite." 

Sandra smiled. "That settles it." She looked at the salesman. "We want two of these." She paused. "Now we need to see the charms that are available for them." 

The salesman took out a tray of charms. Sandra pointed to a large gold heart. "I like that one." 

Julie nodded, "I do to." 

Sandra looked at the salesman. "Can these be engraved while we shop?" 

The salesman turned to the back room. "Billy, come out here." 

A young man in his early twenties stepped out of the back room. 

"I need you to do a fast engraving job. Can you do these two charms for me right away?" 

Billy smiled, "Certainly." He grabbed a booklet from under the counter and opened it. It contained rows and rows of different types of script. He looked at Sandra and Julie. "Are they for you?" 

Julie answered for both of them, "Yes". 

"What script would you like?" 

Sandra pointed to the Old English. "I like that." 

Julie looked at the script Sandra was pointing at. "Oh yes, So do I." 

Billy smiled, "Okay, what should the inscription say?" 

Sandra looked at him in total seriousness and said, "Both of them should say, BJ Queen." 

There was dead silence in the jewelry store. Julie and Sandra were both smiling. The salesman's face turned beet red. It was taking all of my self control to maintain a serious expression.

Billy recovered quickly. He nodded to Sandra and Julie and said, "Very nice. I'll be right back." He picked up the charms and disappeared into the back room. 

As soon as he was gone, Sandra winked at Julie and said, "He's cute". 

Julie grabbed the salesman and continued her search for a necklace and earring set. The poor guy was a nervous wreck, but he was making a valiant effort to control himself and do his job. 

In the end, Julie selected two sets. She bought one and I bought the other as her gift. 

Sandra also bought a very nice diamond necklace and earring set. 

Billy came out of the back room with the charms and handed them to the girls. Sandra inspected them and said, "Very nice." 

Julie winked at Billy, "So are you." She took a slip of paper from her purse and wrote our telephone number on it. "Why don't you call us? Sandra and I would love to show you that we both deserve the title you just inscribed on our charms." 

Billy and the salesman both turned crimson from embarrassment. 

When we left the jewelry store the girls were excited about getting to wear their new necklaces. 

Julie grabbed my arm. "Stevie, can we go out to dinner tonight." 

I turned to Sandra. "Sweetheart, call the Kensington Grill. Ask them if we can get a table for eight at 8:00 pm." 

Sandra looked at me, "Why eight Stevie?" 

"I think it would be fun to take our new Baxter's friends to dinner?" 

Sandra shook her head, "Stevie It's kind of short notice to invite someone to dinner." 

"Yes, but maybe they are available. I think it would be a fun evening. Tell them that we decided to do this on the spur of the moment. Make it clear that we want them to be our guests. Girls get out your cell phones and go to work." 

The girls started calling. 

Sandra called The Kensington Grill. Amazingly, they were able to accommodate us. 

Julie called Brenda. Maddie, Brenda and Bobby didn't have any plans. They thought it would be fun to join us for dinner. 

Sandra called April. She and Mark didn't have anything to do either. Neither of them had ever been to the Kensington Grill. Both of them were very excited about our invitation. We had a full party of eight. 

It was still only 4:00. Julie grabbed my hand. "Stevie we still have a little time. Could we go to the mall? Maybe Sandra and I could find new outfits to match our new jewelry." 

I grinned at her. "Jules, I think that's an excellent idea."

We drove straight to the mall. The girls picked an upscale clothing store. I sat in a chair and watched them try on a number of outfits. After much deliberation they finally made their selections. Each of the girls insisted on using their own new credit cards to make their purchases. 

It was almost 6:00 by the time we got back to the apartment. The next hour was a flurry of bathing and leg shaving. 

Julie insisted on putting on her new diamond necklace as soon as she stepped out of the shower. Sandra decided that was an excellent idea so she also put hers on. The girls spent the next thirty minutes running around the apartment wearing nothing but their new necklaces. I have to admit that expensive jewelry looks really good on beautiful naked women. 

I fixed a small snack so the girls wouldn't starve before we got our dinner. They were both so excited that I couldn't actually get them to eat anything.

The dinner at the Kensington Grill was wonderful. Everyone of us ate too much and drank too much. It turned out to be a wonderful opportunity for all of us to get to know each other better as individuals. At Baxter's there was always the undertone of sex and cuckolding. At this dinner it was just eight people eating and drinking. The eight of us became very good friends that night. 

As we were finishing our dessert and coffee Brenda looked at her watch. "It's only 10:30. Baxter's is open until 2:00 am. Is anyone interested in a little late night fucking?" 

April smiled, "The night is young. I'd love to find a playmate." She turned to Mark. "Baby you've never even seen me dance with another man. I think its time for you to witness what really happens when I go out at night." 

Maddie grinned, "I wouldn't miss this for the world. Count me in." She turned to Bobby. "I guess that means your going to quickspurt." 

Bobby bowed his head. "Yes Mistress Madeline." 

Brenda started to laugh. "Maddie has been putting my baby through a little training program at home. He has become very respectful and very obedient." 

Julie and Sandra both laughed. Sandra poked me in the ribs. "Be careful Stevie, You had better be very well behaved at home or Julie and I might just decide to hire Maddie to come to our house and start a training program for you." 

Maddie laughed. "You wouldn't have to pay me, I'd do that for free." She leered at me. "Stevie, I would love to try to make you say the word dull." 

There was something about the tone of Maddie's voice that sent a chill up my spine. 

Sandra stepped in. "Right now Stevie is being a very good boy. For the time being, Julie and I plan to keep on training him ourselves." 

Sandra turned to Julie. "Jules I am tired. If you don't mind I'd like to go home and go to bed." She sighed, "Roger really wore me out last night." She smiled at Julie and me. "If you and Stevie want to go to Baxter's, you could just drop me off at home." 

Much to my relief Julie shook her head, "I'm tired to." She smiled at Brenda. "Bren I think we're going to pass on tonight. We'll see you guys there on Thursday." 

I picked up the check and handed it to Julie. She gave me a surprised look. When she realized what I was doing she grinned at me, took out her American Express card and proudly paid the bill. I noticed that she left a generous tip. Julie is a waitress; she understands. 

Everyone thanked us for the wonderful dinner. We all agreed to meet at Baxter's at 7:00 next Thursday. We wanted to have plenty of time for a nice leisurely dinner before the sex and cuckolding started. 

When we got to our car Julie grabbed my arm and said, "Thank you Stevie." 

I looked at her. "For what Julie?" 

"For letting me pay the bill." She hugged me. "I know it's still really your money, but it was a thrill for me anyway. It made me feel important." 

Sandra put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Julie our baby is very good at making both of us feel important. He's something very special." 

Julie nodded. "I know Sandra. Lets go home and make him feel really special." 

Sandra laughed, "Oh I like this plan."

We drove straight home.

Sandra turned to me as soon as we walked through the apartment door. "Take off your clothes sissyboy." 

I immediately removed my clothing. I was feeling very obedient. When I was naked Julie leered at me and said, "Undress Mistress Monroe wimp." It wasn't a request. It was an order.

I carefully removed Sandra's clothing. When I was done it was her turn to give the orders. "Undress Mistress Gordon now pussyboy." 

I undressed Julie with the same care I'd given to Sandra. 

When Julie was naked Sandra took her by the hand and said, "Let's go into the bedroom." She turned to me. "Get down on you knees and crawl in behind us wimp." 

I submissively followed my Mistresses into the bedroom. Sandra and Julie sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt respectfully at their feet. Sandra leaned over and kissed Julie on the lips. Julie kissed her back. After a moment Sandra pushed Julie down on the bed and slipped between her legs. She gave Julie's cunt a soft kiss and looked back at me. "Sissyboy, lick my asshole while I make love to Mistress Julie." 

I got behind Sandra, closed my eyes, leaned over and obediently kissed her asshole. I could feel Sandra shudder when she felt my tongue enter her anus. She was enjoying this just as much as I was.

I licked Sandra's ass while she licked Julie's cunt. Sandra is good. She quickly brought Julie to an orgasm. 

We gave Julie a moment to enjoy her orgasm and then she and Sandra switched places. When Julie was settled in between Sandra's legs she turned to me. "Okay wimp its time for you to lick my asshole while I make love to Mistress Sandra." 

As soon as Julie started licking Sandra's cunt I buried my tongue in her asshole. Julie was just as good as Sandra. She had Sandra screaming with pleasure in a matter of minutes. 

While Sandra was lying still enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm Julie pulled me up to the bed. She kissed me and said, "Now its your turn Stevie." 

Julie pushed me down on the bed. 

Sandra grinned at me. She had already recovered from her orgasm and was hungry for more pleasure. Both Sandra and Julie had insatiable appetites for sex.

Sandra climbed on top of me and sat on my face. At the same time Julie put my tiny penis in her mouth and started giving me a very gentle blowjob. This was the same scenario that we'd played out this morning and the girls knew that I loved it. 

I concentrated. I tried hard to control myself. I didn't want to cum right away. This was too much fun. 

I lasted for almost 7 minutes this time. Julie kept my penis in her mouth while I ejaculated. When I was done cumming, she sat up on the bed and kissed Sandra. As she kissed Sandra, she pushed my semen onto her tongue. When she was done, Sandra got off of my face, leaned over and kissed me. As she kissed me she pushed my semen into my mouth. This was becoming a regular ritual in our lovemaking. 

We were all tired. It had been a very big day. I pulled the covers up over us and got between Sandra and Julie. The three of us snuggled up to each other and fell asleep enjoying the warmth of our naked bodies.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 34



Note: This story is the thirty-fourth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

8 months have passed. It's now the 15th of June. 

Sandra, Julie and I have been in the new house for the past seven months. 

Julie just completed her 2nd quarter at Maple Hills Community college. She's very proud of the fact that she's a straight A student. 

Sandra just finished her 2nd year of law school. Her grades are also excellent.

When we moved into the new house we turned the third bedroom into an office where each of us has our own desk and our own lap top computer. This has certainly made it easier for the girls to study, but that's not the only reason for their success. Both Julie and Sandra are very bright women with a strong desire to succeed.

The girls are beginning a well earned vacation. They are both going to take the entire the summer off. Their plan is spend their time relaxing around the pool and entertaining as many lovers as possible in our new house.

Tuesday morning I went into the office for one of my weekly meetings with the partners. When the meeting was over I spent some time catching up with some of my coworkers. I also took advantage of some of the research opportunities that the office offered. 

It was almost 4:00 by the time I got home. When I walked in the front door I could hear Sandra's voice. 

She was screaming, "That's right, give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Sandra was apparently entertaining. 

The sound of her voice was coming from the playpen. If you remember, we were first attracted to the new house because there were two large bedrooms with very nice private baths. The original idea was that Julie would live in one bedroom while Sandra and I lived in the other one. When Julie, Sandra and I all became intimate and started sleeping in the same bed, the second bedroom became superfluous. 

Julie came up with the idea of creating a playroom for the girls. They decorated it. It has a large king size bed in the middle of the room. Mirrors have been generously placed on the walls and ceiling. The floor is covered with thick pink carpeting that is easy on the knees when one of them is giving a blowjob. There is a large overstuffed chair in one corner where a man can lie back and relax while Julie or Sandra does a sexy strip tease for him. The room is a large playpen for sexual excess and that's how we refer to it. We call it the playpen. 

I'm not allowed to enter the playpen without specific permission from the girls. That permission is generally only granted when the room needs to be cleaned. 

I went into our office and sat down to do some work. I had been working for about a half hour when I heard the playpen door open. 

I turned; Sandra was walking across the living room holding hands with a man in his mid thirties. She was naked. Her playmate was dressed in a business suit. When they got to the front door, Sandra put her arm around his neck and kissed him on the lips. 

"Bill, thank you for a wonderful afternoon." She kissed him again. As Sandra was kissing Bill, he looked over her shoulder and saw me in the office. 

"Sandra, who's the guy?" 

Sandra laughed. "Oh, that's just my husband." 

I smiled when I heard her little white lie. Sandra enjoys introducing me to new lovers as her husband. She believes it creates greater tension for me. 

She patted Bill's shoulder. "Don't worry about him baby. He doesn't care if I party with other guys." She pretended to pause. "Oh that's not completely true. He cares, he's just such a sissy wimp that there's really nothing he can do about it." 

She turned to me. "Isn't that true wimpboy?" 

I obediently bowed my head. "Whatever you say dear." 

Sandra smiled at me and turned back to Bill. "See what I mean. He's just a pathetic wimp. Ignore him." She kissed Bill one more time. "Thank you again for the marvelous afternoon. Now run along, your wife is going to start wondering what happened to you." 

I smiled to myself. Obviously Sandra didn't think much of Bill as a lover. She didn't give him her telephone number and she didn't invite him to call her. 

As soon as Bill was gone, Sandra closed the door behind him and came into the office. 

I looked at her. I always enjoy seeing her naked after she has been with a man. Her body seems to glow with satisfaction. 

She took me by the hand and led me out to the patio. One of the wonderful things we've discovered about our new house is that the patio is very private. We can have sex outside in the warm sun without offending our neighbors. It really is wonderful. 

Sandra sat down in one of the patio chairs and spread the lips of her pussy. Bill's cum was dripping from her stretched vagina. 

"Sweetheart, see what bad Bill did. He made a big old mess in my pussy. Come lick me clean."

I got on my knees. Sandra sighed when I started to lick Bill's cum from her pussy. It was apparent that she was still very aroused. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her sloppy cunt. 

"Taste that baby, taste my lovers cum." Her voice changed to a whisper. "Cucky, I met Bill in the checkout line at the drug store. He was a total stranger. I picked him up, brought him home and let him fuck me." 

She pulled my face up so that I was looking at her. "Cuckboy, I let a total stranger fuck me and cum in my cunt." She giggled. "And now you're licking his semen out of me." She kept giggling. "You're such an obedient little wimp. I can do anything to you I want." She smiled at me. "It makes me feel so powerful to know that." Suddenly she slapped me hard across the face. "That's true isn't it. Say it wimp. Tell me that you'll allow me to do anything to you I want." 

Sandra's slap hurt, but the pain just got me more excited. I looked up at my dominant goddess. "Mistress Monroe, you may do anything to me you want. I belong to you. I'm your personal property. It's always my desire to submit to your will." 

Sandra laughed and kissed the top of my head. "Stevie, you're wonderful." She looked into my eyes." "I love you so much." Sandra pulled my face back to her cunt. "Now finish cleaning me up and make me cum." 

I licked the rest of Bill's cum from Sandra's pussy. When I finished that task she pulled her feet up onto her chair, pushed her hips forward and presented me with her ass. She wanted me to lick her asshole.

I eagerly complied. As I pushed my tongue into Sandra's anus, I thought to myself that after eight months, licking Sandra's ass was still one of my greatest pleasures.

Sandra started to rub her clit with her fingers. As soon as she touched herself, it was a matter of minutes before she reached a climax. 

I obediently knelt between my mistress's legs and waited while she enjoyed the full pleasure of her orgasm. When it was over she relaxed for a moment then she stood up, reached down and helped me up. 

When I was on my feet Sandra hugged me. "Stevie I really enjoyed that. I hope you did to." 

I smiled at her. "I loved it Sandra." 

"Baby, If you'd like it I'll give you a blowjob right now." She paused. "But I'm going to be home tonight. I don't have a date. I'm feeling very dominant and I'd love to spend the entire evening playing with you." 

I grinned at her. "That's an invitation that I'd never pass up." 

Sandra giggled. "Good, fetch your cock cage. I think its time to lock you up." She paused. "When you're properly controlled, it's time for you to give me a bath. I feel like being pampered for a little while,

I retrieved my chastity cage. Sandra put it on me and locked it. 

I drew a bath for her. When it was ready she got into the tub. 

While I was washing her Sandra remembered she had a message from Julie. "Jules called me on my cell phone this afternoon. She has a date tonight. She told me to tell you not to worry about her, she's planning to spend the night with this guy . She asked me to tell you that she loves you and she'll see you when she gets home in the morning." 

I stopped and looked at Sandra. "Really?" 

Sandra nodded. "Yes, interesting isn't it?" 

This was out of character for Julie. Sandra loves staying overnight with a guy so she can have a "wakeup fuck". Julie never does it. She likes to come home so she can sleep with Sandra and me. 

I stared at Sandra. We both shrugged. Spending the night with a guy was certainly Julie's choice. She didn't have to explain it to us. 

Sandra and I had a wonderful evening. Over the past several months she had become increasingly dominant. Lately, she was looking for new ways to express that dominance. I was loving every second of it.

The following Thursday, we were at our weekly get together at Baxter's. It was late. The girls were all back from their parties. The whole group was sitting together in the bar sipping diet coke. 

Brenda turned to Julie and Sandra. "What do the two of you plan to do now that school is over for the summer?" 

Sandra thought for a moment, finally she answered. "I'm not sure what I am going to do. It's been a very long time since I've been able to take a real vacation." She smiled. "I know one thing, I'd like to start by throwing a really good party at our new house." 

Julie looked up. "Oh yes! That would be excellent." She started laughing. "How about if it's just us five girls and a whole lot of guys?" 

April started laughing. "Julie you are such a slut." 

Julie grinned at her. "Thank you April. It's an honor to be called that by the queen of debauchery." 

The whole group started laughing. 

Brenda shook her head. "Queen of debauchery? Jules we're not going to let you keep going to that college. Your vocabulary is getting way too sophisticated for us peons." 

Julie beamed. 

We all started laughing again. While everyone was laughing Sandra quietly said, "I think Jules has a really good idea." 

We all turned to look at her. 

"Think about it girls, which party would you rather attend? A dumb old cocktail party where everyone stands around and makes small talk or a kick ass party where the five of us get to play with lots and lots of guys?" 

April smiled. "Sandra you are an evil genius" 

I looked at them. "You guys aren't talking about having a party, you're planning an orgy." 

Julie looked at Sandra. "Our Stevie might be a little sissyboy, but he's one smart little sissyboy." 

"How many guys should we invite?" It was Brenda. She was apparently taking this plan seriously. 

Sandra thought for a moment. "How about twelve?" 

Julie took a sip of her Diet Coke. "Why twelve Sandra?" 

"If we're going to do this, then lets do it right. I'd love to experience nonstop fucking." 

April turned to her. "Sandra have you ever pulled a train?"

Sandra appeared to be a little shocked by the question. "No April, I haven't." 

"You do know what it means right?" 

"Of course, you have a group of guys lined up outside the bedroom taking turns fucking you." Sandra paused and looked at April. "Have you ever done it?" 

She smiled and looked at her husband. "Yes. I used to do it a lot in college. It can be really fun as long as it doesn't get out of hand." 

Everyone stopped and looked at April for a moment. Her statement raised several questions. Nobody asked them. I think everyone felt this was neither the time nor the place for that discussion. 

Sandra continued, she was smiling. "I am not sure we want to go to that extreme, but that is sort of what I am looking for. Girls I am suggesting a party where we set it up so that all five of us get to spend a lot of time on our backs." 

Julie nodded her head. "Sandra I like your plan, but can the five of us keep twelve guys happy?" 

Sandra shrugged. "Most men need some recovery time between fucks and some guys can only go a couple of times." 

Brenda sighed, "I think Julie is raising a good question. Twelve is too many, ten is enough. We just have to pick our guys carefully." 

Sandra nodded. "Okay ten it is." She paused. "Brenda, you're right. We do have to pick the guys carefully." 

"No one brings a regular." It was Julie. "I can't invite Ray, Sandra you can't invite Roger, Brenda you can't invite Gil." 

Brenda nodded. "I agree, we don't need guys who are going to get possessive and want to spend the whole evening with just one of us." 

Sandra smiled. "Okay no regular boyfriends. What else?" 

"Nobody gets to fuck anyone more than one time." It was Maddie.

Julie looked at everyone. "Maddie's right. It will be more fun if there's lots of variety."

"Okay, What else?" Sandra was nowyer mode.

"Nobody cums in our pussies bareback." April paused. "If a guy wants to, he can cum inside us, but he has to wear a condom." 

Julie looked puzzled. "Why April? I like it when guys cum inside me." 

April smiled. "I like it to Jules, but after 4 or 5 guys cum inside you it starts to get really messy." She winked at Julie. "Trust me I know." 

Maddie looked at April. "Why don't we just have the cucks lick us clean after we're done fucking a guy?" 

April shook her head. "That works great after one or two fucks, but after three or four, there's just too much cum in there. It gets too sloppy to be fun." 

Sandra looked at the other girls. "I think that we have to defer to April on this one. She seems to have a little more experience in this area." She moved us on. "Okay, no one cums inside us unless they wear a condom. What else?" 

"We want guys who are open to our lifestyle." Brenda hugged her husband. "I want Bobby to be there and be involved." She stopped and thought. "The guys can tease our cucks, but I don't want any guys that are going to be mean to them or try to exclude them from the party." 

Julie nodded. "I agree, I want Stevie to have fun to." 

Sandra looked at everyone. "I also agree, and I want to add another condition. No private fucking. Everything takes place in front of everyone. If a guy can't handle that we don't want him there." 

Maddie smiled. "I love that. This is going to be a very wild party." She stopped. "Lets talk about the cucks. I think that they should be our slaves." 

Brenda grinned. "Yes, they should be there to attend to our needs and the needs of our lovers." 

Julie smiled. "They need uniforms." 

Sandra looked at her. "What do you have in mind Jules?" 

She thought for a moment. "First of all they should wear crotchless panties so that everyone can see their tiny weewees." 

All the girls started laughing. 

April said, "I like that Jules, but I think they should be locked up." She looked at Bobby and me. "You both have cages right?" 

We both nodded yes. 

Julie said, "April that is so hot. If we have them wear crotchless panties, everyone will see their chastity cages. All of our lovers will know that while they are getting all the pleasure they want from us, our cucks can't even jack off." 

I shook my head when I heard this. Our women were getting better and better at tormenting us. 

Brenda spoke up. "I know a tee shirt store that will make us three pink crop tops that say sissy wimp across the front." 

The girls all agreed that this was wonderful idea. 

Sandra stepped in and started organizing things. "Okay, Brenda you get the crop tops. Jules you stop at Sex Land and get the crotchless panties." She looked at everyone. "When do we hold the party." 

April said, "A week from Saturday; in the afternoon." 

Julie looked at her. "why then April?" 

"Because Saturday afternoon is an easy time for guys to get away from their wives. They can tell them they're going to play golf or going to the lumber yard or something." 

Sandra nodded. "Okay, a week from Saturday it is. We start at 1:00." She looked at everyone. "Who do we invite?' 

Brenda smiled. "Your friend big dick Jason for one." She closed her eyes. "I want to suck that big cock of his so badly." 

Jason was of course the guy with the 12 inch penis that Sandra first met at Baxter's last fall. He was now a regular weekly visitor at our house. He was an excellent choice. I liked Jason. He wasn't possessive. He was always very respectful to me and he loved fucking in front of people. I laughed to myself; If I had a 12 inch cock I might be an exhibitionist to." 

Sandra nodded. "Brenda he's a great choice." She looked around. "Okay girls, who else." 

It took about 20 minutes for the girls to agree on 10 guys. Most to them were Baxter's regulars. They finished by deciding who would call and invite each guy. There was some discussion that Bobby, Mark and I should be forced to call the guys. Maddie thought it would be delightfully humiliating for us. I was relieved when the idea was rejected. The girls decided that they would probably get a better response if they made the invitations personally. 

The girls also agreed that the rules for the afternoon needed to be spelled out when the invitation was offered. If a guy had any objections, he would be replaced. 

It was late. We cleaned up a couple of quick details. I was put in charge of refreshments. I was told to put together a full bar, but they also wanted lots of soft drinks. They didn't want anyone to lose sexual prowess because they had had too much to drink. 

We finished by agreeing that everyone would be back at Baxter's next Thursday night. The final arrangements for the party would be made then.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 35



Note: This story is the thirty-fifth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.


It was just after 5:00 on Monday afternoon. I was at home doing some house cleaning. Julie was already out for the evening. She had an early date. She'd left about a half hour ago. 

The law school term was over, but Sandra was at the campus. She told me that she was going to be visiting with some friends. She wasn't sure when she'd be home. I was using the time to do some housework.

I was outside cleaning up around the pool. I wasn't paying much attention to what was happening in the house. I was sure that I was at home alone. 

When I went into the house, I walked past the girl's playpen. The playpen was the second major bedroom in our house. This was Sandra and Julie's sex room. It was the room where they entertained their lovers. I wasn't permitted to enter the playpen without the girl's specific permission. 

The playpen hadn't been cleaned in a week. I stood at the door. I knew that I didn't have permission to go into the room, but I decided that since no one else was at home it really wouldn't matter. Now that the girls were on vacation the room was getting quite a bit of use. I was sure that it needed a thorough cleaning. This seemed like a good time to do it.

I opened the door and walked in. The entrance to the room was a short hallway. The hallway led to a very large bedroom with a private bath. 

When I entered the bedroom I stopped. Sandra was leaning on one wall. She was wearing some very sexy lingerie and a pair of knee high spike heeled boots. 

Bob, Sandra's very dominant law school professor was with her. He was dressed in a business suit. Sandra was giggling. Bob was fondling her pussy and ass.

I tried to turn and leave, but Sandra had already heard me. It was too late.

She turned and glared at me. "What the fuck are you doing in here wimpboy?" 

Sandra and Bob both stared at me. 

Sandra put her hands on her hips. "I am waiting for an explanation."

I looked at floor. I was flustered. I just wanted to get out of there. Somehow I managed to stammer out an apology. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were at home. I just came in here to clean the room." 

Bob turned to Sandra. "Your maid is not very good about respecting of your privacy." 

Sandra rubbed Bob's chest. "I am sorry baby, Stephie knows he's not allowed to enter this room without my permission." 

Bob looked at me, "Stephie?" He laughed, "Nice name." 

He turned back to Sandra, "It appears to me that Stephie is ignoring your rules. He is being insolent. This kind of behavior cannot be tolerated. Sandra, you need to punish him." 

Sandra looked at me. "Wimpboy, Bob is right. You know the rules regarding this room. You willfully disobeyed them. You need to be punished." 

I was getting very nervous. I didn't like Bob and I didn't like the way this situation was developing.

I started to beg. "Sandra please don't punish me. I didn't know you were at home. I never would have come in if I had known you were here. Please forgive me." 

Of course I was inadvertently using the code that Sandra, Julie and I use in our domination games. When I beg them to stop doing something I am actually telling them that I am really enjoying it. It makes it very hot for all three of us if I'm begging them to stop tormenting me and they ruthlessly ignore me and continue.

I should have said dull. That was our safe word. Unfortunately I was flustered and not thinking very clearly.

Sandra misinterpreted what was happening. She heard me begging her to stop and assumed that I was getting off on this scene.

She stared into my eyes. "I think that it is too late for that sissyboy. You broke the rules. You entered my sanctuary without permission. You need to be punished." 

I knew that I should be enjoying this. I understood that Sandra was trying to push our limits. 

I remembered Sandra telling me that Bob was a wonderfully creative dominant. She thought that If I was willing to submit to him, he could give both of us the sexual experience of our lives. 

As I looked at Sandra, I realized that she was taking this opportunity to try to create that experience. 

I was torn. I didn't like Bob. I didn't want to be part of any sex game involving him. I know I should have stood up and walked out.

But...

Sandra was my dominant mistress. Her pleasure was all that mattered. That was my vow to her. I took it very seriously. If she wanted this scene, I would endure it.

I stood in front of Sandra and bowed my head. "Mistress, I beg you not to punish me in front of your lover." 

Sandra immediately recognized that I was submitting to her will. She smiled. "I am very sorry Stephie, but when you so callously violated my rules you not only insulted me, you insulted Master Downings." 

Bob smiled when he heard Sandra refer to him as Master. 

Sandra turned to Bob. "Master I apologize for the insolent behavior of my maid. I need a moment to properly chastise him. Why don't you make yourself comfortable in the arm chair over there while I punish Stephie." 

Bob walked over to the chair and sat down. When he was seated he put his feet up on the ottoman and said, "Sandra I expect to see a proper punishment." 

Sandra smiled at him. "Master, I assure you that you will." 

She turned back to me. "Stephie, do you see that hairbrush on the dressing table; fetch it for me." 

I nervously ran to the dressing table and retrieved the hairbrush. When I handed it to Sandra, the expression on her face made it clear that she fully intended to hurt me. Suddenly I was very afraid. 

"Stephie, take off your jeans and your tee shirt." 

I was terrified. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. I was Sandra's slave. I did as I was told. I will also admit that deep down inside, I was starting to get excited.

When I pulled my jeans down, Bob saw my panties and laughed. 

Sandra looked at me. "Stephie, pull your panties down to your knees, but don't take them off. I want you to leave them on. A little sissy should always be wearing his panties when he's being spanked. 

Bob started chuckling when I pulled my panties down. "I didn't realize that cocks came in petite sizes."

Sandra smiled at Bob. "It does look like a little toy, but you can see for yourself that it actually works just like a real cock."

I looked down. I had an erection. I suppose it was due to a combination of nervousness and excitement.

Sandra sat down on the edge of the bed and casually started tapping the palm of her hand with the back of the hairbrush. "Stephie come here and lay across my lap." 

I nervously walked over to Sandra.

Knowing that Sandra's lover was watching as I was forced to lie across her lap with my panties around my knees was the most terrible humiliation of my life. My bare bottom was sticking up in the air. I felt like a five year old child. 

Sandra held the hairbrush over my rear end. "Stephie, I wish that I didn't have to do this. Your insolence has forced me to punish you. It is essential that you learn to respect the privacy of your superiors. 

I could tell by Sandra's voice that she was very excited. Suddenly she took a deep breath and said, "Stephie you must be spanked." 

The first blow was a shock. Sandra hit me hard, very hard. The hairbrush hurt. I cried out in pain. The second blow was just as hard. I cried out again. 

Sandra ignored my cries and kept spanking me with the hairbrush. 

With each blow she gasped and said, "Stephie, you must learn to respect your superiors." 

Bob was laughing as he watched Sandra spank me. 

The punishment hurt. I tried hard to control myself, but I couldn't. I started to cry. 

Bob laughed even harder. "I don't believe it, the pathetic little wimp is crying." 

Sandra struck several more blows before she finally stopped. "Get up Stephie." She was short of breath. Sandra was obviously very aroused.

Tears were running down my cheeks when I got off of Sandra's lap. I was totally humiliated. My spirit was crushed. I could see my bottom in the mirror behind me. It was bright red. 

"Get down on your knees." 

I fell to my knees. I was very obedient. I did not want to have to endure the hairbrush again. 

"Have you learned your lesson Stephie?" 

I bowed. "Yes Mistress. I promise to never again enter this room without your expressed permission." 

Sandra smiled. "Do you see how easy it is to be obedient? You make a much better slave when you remember your place. Do you think you can do a better job of respecting you superiors now?." 

"Yes Mistress Monroe." 

Sandra patted my head. "That's a good boy. Now Stephie I want you to crawl over and kneel in front of Master Downings." 

Sandra smiled at my obedience as I crawled across the room 

When I was kneeling in front of Bob, Sandra walked over and stood next to me. "I want you to apologize to my lover for your rude behavior today. 

I swallowed hard and followed Sandra's instructions. "Master Downings, I am sorry for being disrespectful and interrupting you while you were enjoying yourself with my Mistress." 

Bob smirked at me. "I accept your apology Stephie." 

Sandra nodded in approval. "Very good Stephie, you may go now."

As I was getting up to leave Bob stopped me. "Sandra, I want him to stay. It will be good for him to see how a real man treats you and how you treat a real man." 

Sandra turned to Bob. "Master please don't make me do this, not in front of Stevie."

As I listened to Sandra, I heard our code words. She was telling me that this was what she wanted. 

Bob stood up. He grabbed Sandra's arm and pulled her to him. "Listen to me slut. I think You need to be a little more humble. Remember, all you are is a fuck toy." 

Bob looked at me "Get over here wimp and get on your knees." 

I obeyed Bob because I knew that was what Sandra wanted, but that was the only reason.

I knelt down in front of him. Bob grabbed me and pulled me over so that I was right under Sandra. "Look up at your goddess wimp." He pulled her panties aside and pushed a finger into her cunt. Sandra was sopping wet. "Look at her Stephie, look at how wet your mistress is. Stephie, your goddess is my slut. She'll do anything that I tell her to do."

Bob looked at Sandra. "All right fuck toy, it's time to please your master. Get on your knees." Sandra was the obedient one now. She dropped to her knees immediately." Bob smiled. "Very good, now open my trousers and pull down my pants." 

I watched as Sandra quickly undid Bob's trousers and let them fall to the floor. 

He looked down at Sandra. "That young man over there is the love of your life isn't he slut?" 

"Yes master he is." 

"Good, I want him to watch while you suck my cock." 

Bob held up his erect penis. When Sandra leaned forward to kiss the engorged head, Bob stopped her. "Don't be rude, ask permission first. You wouldn't want to feel the sting of the hairbrush yourself would you?" 

Sandra looked up at Bob. "Master may I please be allowed to give you pleasure by kissing and sucking your cock." 

Bob smiled. "Now look at Stevie, look your true love in the eyes." Bob saw our eyes meet. "Very good, now lick my cock while he watches you." 

Sandra stared into my eyes and licked the head of Bob's cock.

Bob laughed. "Very good, now ask to suck it; beg me for permission to suck my cock while the man you love watches you." 

Sandra looked up at Bob. "Please sir." 

He stopped her. "No, look at Stevie while you ask." 

Sandra looked at me. "Please sir may I be allowed to suck your cock while Stevie watches me." 

"Tell me why you want to suck my cock Sandra?' 

"I love to suck your cock sir. I'm your cock sucking slut." 

"Very good. Now look at Stevie, explain it to him." 

Sandra stared at me. " Stevie, I love Bob's cock. I love sucking his cock. Sweetheart, I'm his cock sucking slut." 

Bob grinned, "Very good! Sandra, you may give me a blow job now." 

I watched as Sandra greedily licked and sucked Bob's cock."

Bob stared into my eyes while Sandra sucked his cock. After several minutes of enjoyment he grinned at me. "Stevie, your girlfriend is a very skilled cock sucker, but I think I'm in the mood for some fucking."

He turned to Sandra. "You're going to let me fuck you now aren't you?" 

Sandra took Bob's cock out of her mouth. "Yes sir, if that would please you." 

Bob stood up. "Very good, undress me slut." 

I watched as Sandra obediently removed Bob's clothing. When she was done he took her by the hand and led her to the bed. He sat down on the edge and pulled her onto his lap. They were both facing me. 

"Sandra, beg me for my cock; beg me for permission to fuck my cock." 

Sandra turned and looked at Bob. "Please sir may I..." 

"No!' Bob stopped her in mid sentence. "Look at Stevie when you say it." 

Sandra turned to face me. She was very excited. Bob's erection was sticking up between her thighs. She was holding on to it. "Please sir may I be allowed to fuck your dick?" 

Bob grinned, "Very good Sandra. Yes, you have my permission to pleasure yourself with my cock." 

Sandra looked directly into my eyes as she took Bob's erect penis and guided it into her cunt.

Sandra was sitting on Bob's lap. Both of them were facing me. Both of them stared at me as Sandra rocked back and forth on Bob's huge penis. She closed her eyes and started panting. This whole scene had obviously gotten her extremely aroused. 

Bob was very attuned to Sandra's condition. He grabbed her nipples and started rolling them between his fingers. "The man you love is watching me fuck you. Tell him that your body belongs to me. Tell him that you really are my sex toy." 

Sandra stared at me. "Stevie, I love you, but my body belongs to Bob. I'm his sex toy. He can have me anytime he wants me. I'm his slut." 

Sandra turned and kissed Bob on the lips while he fucked her.

Bob picked Sandra up and turned her around so that she was facing him. He looked into Sandra's eyes while she was fucking him. "You like being my sex toy don't you Sandy."

Sandra nodded. "Yes sir, I love being your sex toy." 

"You're always going to be my sex toy aren't you Sandy?" 

"Yes sir, my body will always belong to you." 

"What if you marry Stevie?" 

"Stevie can have my heart, but my body will be yours whenever you ask for it." 

Bob looked at me and laughed. "Did you hear that Stevie? You get Sandy's love, but I get her pussy."

Bob looked back at Sandra. "Tell your wimp boyfriend over there why you're going to keep fucking me even if you get married." 

Sandra turned so she could look down at me. She was completely wrapped up in the game. Her face carried the same expression she often had during the most intense moments of our domination sessions. Sandra's sadistic streak was now controlling her.

She sneered at me. "Bob is a much better lover than you are pussyboy. He's a man and you're just a little crybaby wimp." 

Those last words stung me very hard.

Sandra kept toying with me. She started talking in her sweetest voice. "Come over here baby. I don't want my little Stephie to feel left out while my big stud fucks me. You can play to." Sandra laughed. "Come closer and lick my asshole while I fuck Bob. Show him what a little pussyboy does when he makes love to his girlfriend. Show him that you're willing to defer to him as a superior man. Show him that you know your place. 

I crawled over to Sandra. My masochism was now controlling me. I wanted to do this. I wanted to show Sandra that I would submit to her while she fucked her dominant lover. I pressed my lips against her asshole. She moaned as she felt me push my tongue into her. The three of us got into a rhythm. I licked and kissed Sandra's asshole while she rocked back and forth on her lover's cock.

Sandra was very aroused. It didn't long before she had an orgasm. 

Bob ignored Sandra's cries of pleasure. His eyes were closed. He was thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt with savage intensity. Suddenly he made one long powerful thrust and stopped. Bob's cock was deep inside Sandra when he started to pump his semen into the back of her womb.

I started to pull my face away from Sandra's ass, but Bob stopped me. "Stay right there wimpboy. You can watch from a ring side seat while I cum inside the woman you love." He laughed. "If you two end up getting married, I think I'll get Sandy pregnant for you as a wedding gift." 

Bob finished ejaculating and rolled Sandra off of his lap. He laid her on her back on the edge of the bed. Her legs were spread. Bob's cum dripped from the stretched lips of her ravaged pussy.

He reached down, grabbed my hair and pulled my face into Sandra's sloppy semen filled cunt. "Lick up my cum sissyboy; get used to its taste. You're going to be eating it for the rest of your life." 

I obediently licked Bob's semen out of Sandra's pussy. When I was done, Bob pushed my face away from her crotch. 

He turned to Sandra. "Were finished with him, send him away. I want to fuck you one more time in private." 

Sandra looked at me. "You heard the man bitchboy, leave." She turned back to her lover and kissed his cheek. She was ignoring me now. She picked up Bob's flaccid penis. "Let's see if I can put some life back into this monster." 

Sandra was about to start sucking Bob's cock when she realized that I was still standing there. She glared at me. "I thought I told you to get the hell out of here wimp. Now fuck off, my lover and I have things to do."

As I walked out of the room, Sandra jeered at me. "Don't forget to shut the door behind you pussyboy." 

When I closed the door, Sandra and Bob were both laughing.

I crept down the stairs to the basement. I was very confused about what had just happened in the playpen. I knew that I was supposed to feel excited and aroused, but that wasn't how I felt. I was hurt. My spirit was crushed. 

As I walked across the basement recreation room I realized that I'd cried in front of Sandra and Bob. I was overwhelmed with embarrassment. I didn't know how I'd ever be able to face Sandra again.

I got angry. I wanted to be alone. For the first time since I'd met her, I wanted to be away from Sandra. 

Building and repairing golf clubs was a hobby of mine. I had a small shop in the far back corner of the basement. It was my sanctuary. I sometimes went there when I wanted to be alone. 

I took refuge in there. I picked up the pieces for a sand wedge that I was working on and started to fit them together. 

I'd been working for about a 1/2 hour when I heard a noise behind me. 

"Stevie?" 

It was Sandra. 

I turned and looked at her. She was still wearing her lingerie and tall black spike heeled boots. I stared at her. She was gorgeous, but at that moment I didn't care. I was angry. 

I set the sand wedge on my workbench and glared at Sandra. "This is my sanctuary. What are you doing in here?" I paused. "I guess I'm more polite than you are. I didn't just say, What the fuck are you doing in here." 

"Stevie please, I'm sorry." 

"Let me see, what were your final words to me upstairs? Oh yes, I remember. You said something like, I thought I told you to get the hell out of here. Now fuck off." I stopped and smiled. "Oh no, I'm wrong. Those weren't your final words. Your final words were, close the door behind you." 

I went back to my work. After a second I turned around again. "Are you still here?" 

"Stevie, please can't we talk to you about this." 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 35



"I am not sure that we can Sandra. I feel really bad right now." 

Sandra stared at me. After a moment she bowed her head. "Master Stevie please do what you have to do to me. Yell at me, spank me if you want to; but please do not send me away." 

"Why shouldn't I? You did." 

"Stevie I'm sorry, I got carried away. This is something I've always worried about."

I ignored Sandra.

Please may I have permission to enter your space? I want to talk to you. Stevie, I want to hold you." She started crying. 

I turned and looked at her. I couldn't stay mad at Sandra. I loved her too much. I got up and took her hand. "Okay, but let's go upstairs." 

When we got to the top of the stairs Sandra said, "Stevie please come into the playpen with me." 

I looked at Sandra. "I would really prefer not to go in there right now." 

"Please Stevie! I beg you, come into the playpen with me." 

"Okay Sandra." 

We went into the playpen. The bed was still a mess where Sandra and Bob had been fucking. 

Sandra led me to the arm chair. "Baby will you please sit down." 

As I sat down Sandra said, "Stevie I am sorry. I know I got carried away. This is what I have always been afraid of." She paused, "Baby I will do anything to make it up to you." 

She got down on her knees. "Stevie, you can become my most dominant lover. I will totally submit to you. I'll suck your cock. You can fuck my cunt. You can fuck my ass. I'll lick your asshole. You can spank me. You can take me to a dirty book store and make me be your whore." She paused. "I'll even promise to stop seeing other men." Sandra stared at me. "Stevie, I'm desperate. I'll do anything to make this up to you. Honey I do not want to lose you." 

I smiled, reached out and took her hand. "How about if you just sit on my lap." 

She looked at me. "I'd really like that." 

As Sandra sat on my lap she said, "Stevie, I don't really know what to say. I was trying to play our game. I know that you want me to push the limits. I guess that I just pushed them to far. I'm so sorry I was mean to you. I was trying to create a hot scene for both of us and I got carried away." 

I kissed Sandra on the cheek. "I'm not really mad at you. I'm mad at myself." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I cried." 

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry that I did that to you. I thought that you'd like it if I was rough."

"I did like it at first, but I broke down and cried in front of you and Bob."

"So what sweetheart? Who gives a shit what Bob thinks. He's a rude man with a big dick. He's a good fuck and he knows how to dominate me in a way that really turns my screws. But honey, you are so much more important to me. I love you. All you have to do is say the word and I'll never see Bob again." 

I looked at Sandra. "I don't care that I cried in front of Bob. I' m mad at myself because I cried in front of you." I stared at the floor. "How can you ever have any respect for me. I cried like a baby in front of you." 

Sandra shook her head. "You foolish, foolish man; both Julie and I think that you're the strongest, toughest man in the entire world. Baby you are a hundred times the man that Bob is. You've taken two women who were lost and made us believe in ourselves. Stevie we knew how to fuck, you taught us to love. 

Sandra kissed my cheek. "Stevie, don't tell her that I told you this, but I think that Julie has a boyfriend. Honey, this is the first real boyfriend that she's ever had in her entire life. You did that for her. You taught her how to love and how to be loved. Sweetheart, you are a magnificent man." 

She put her arm around my neck. "Baby, I love you so much. I repeat, I'll do anything to make this up to you. Just tell me what you want me to do. Sweetheart, I'm your slave." 

I laughed. "I kind of like the one where I take you to a dirty bookstore and make you into my whore." 

Sandra punched me on the arm. "You shit, I'm trying to be serious." 

"Baby, I want things to stay just like they are. You don't have to do anything to make this up to me. I know that you were just trying to create a hot scene. I am not sure why I got so upset"

I paused to think. "Sometimes being human is very difficult. Bob is really intense. The scene kind of took me by surprise. It was the most intense domination session that we've ever had. It might have been easier for me if I knew it was coming." 

Sandra hugged me. "I am sorry that I told you to fuck off at the end. I was trying to be a ruthless dominatrix." 

I smiled at her. "I know, it was really hot at the end." I shook my head. "Sandra the whole thing was pretty hot. I think that it just took me by surprise."

I sighed. "Baby last fall we agreed that we were trying to build a difficult relationship. That hasn't changed." 

I took Sandra's hand. "Honey, I don't want anything to change. I want you to be my dominant mistress. I want to be your submissive cuckold. I want to spend lots of time licking your asshole and I never want you to lick my asshole." 

Sandra hugged me. "Stevie could we go to our bedroom and make love. You can lick my pussy and ass and I'll suck your cock. When were done, I would love it if you would just hold me for awhile." 

I nodded. "I would like that very much Sandra. I lifted her off of my lap and stood up. I took her hand and led her to our bedroom. 

We made love in our usual way for over an hour. When we were done I held Sandra in my arms.

Eventually we got hungry. We got up. I grilled a small swordfish steak and made some rice to go with it. We opened a bottle of pinot grigio and sat on the patio and ate a quiet dinner. 

About 10:00 the telephone rang. 

It was Julie. "Stevie, I am on a date. Listen baby, I am going to stay with my guy overnight tonight. I'll see you in the morning. Is that okay?" 

I grinned. "That's just fine Julie. Thanks for calling, now I don't have to worry about you. Have a wonderful night. I'll see you tomorrow." 

"Stevie, I love you." 

"Julie I love you to. Good night, have fun with your guy." 

I hung up the telephone. 

Sandra was smiling at me. We didn't have to say anything. We were both happy for Julie.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 36



Note: This story is the thirty-sixth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Julie got home about 10:00 Tuesday morning. I was at work. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the mornings that I have my meetings with the partners. The Dallas Tech company was about to go public. We spent most of the morning planning our strategy. This wasn't going to be anywhere near as profitable as Bentine Pharmaceutical, but there was still money to be made. 

Julie and Sandra were both out by the pool when I got home. Julie was lying naked in the sun and Sandra was in a lounge chair reading an erotic magazine. I smiled to myself; Sandra just couldn't get enough sex. 

I took my clothes off and joined Julie by the pool. We talked, lay in the sun and occasionally jumped into the water. Julie didn't volunteer any information about her mysterious new boyfriend and I didn't ask. I was confident that when she was ready, she would tell me about him. 

Sandra finished her magazine, took off her clothes and joined us. Lying next to a swimming pool with two beautiful naked women is a wonderful way to spend an afternoon. 

At 6:00 I started the grill and cooked three small tenderloin steaks. I made some angel hair pasta and steamed broccoli as side dishes and served the girls dinner on the patio. All three of us were still naked. It was a warm evening. We didn't need clothes. We sat by the pool drinking wine until it got dark. 

We finished the evening by going into the bedroom and making love in our usual way. 

It was a wonderful day.

Julie had another mystery date on Wednesday night. I had to go into work on Thursday morning and didn't get a chance to see her until the three of us were getting ready to go to Baxter's on Thursday evening. 

Sandra also had a date on Wednesday evening but she was home by 10:30. She said the guy was fun but he could only get it up twice. That kind of performance won't ever earn a second date from my baby. 

The evening at Baxter's was filled with discussion about the party. The trips to the parking lot took place quickly. The girls were more interested in talking about the plans for Saturday than in getting laid. 

The guest list was complete. The men were all invited. 

Brenda and Julie were finished with their shopping. They had everything for our cuckold slave outfits. Maddie and Brenda decided to add an extra little touch to the uniforms. The three of us were going to be wearing dog collars. They hinted that the collars were part of a special surprise for us on Saturday. 

The rules for the party were reviewed. The girls had everything very well organized. All five of them were hoping to be able to sample the sexual prowess of all ten studs. 

The party was scheduled to begin at 1:00. The girls wanted to get together earlier. They all thought it would be fun to spend the morning relaxing around the pool. Sandra and Julie invited everyone to come over at 9:00. I was instructed to provide breakfast and lunch for the whole group.

The girls made it clear that Bobbi, Mark and I would not be relaxing around the pool. We were there to serve as slaves. 

Our master bedroom was designated as the dressing room for Julie and Sandra. The playpen was reserved as the dressing room for Maddie, April and Brenda. The men would not be allowed to enter either of these rooms. Mark was assigned to attend to the needs of Sandra and Julie in the master bedroom. Bobbi was assigned to attend to Brenda, Maddie and April in the playpen. 

I was responsible for making sure that there was a constant flow of food and beverages throughout the house. The girls wanted their studs to be well cared for and pampered. It was expected that Mark, Bobbi and I would assist each other with our different tasks as the need presented itself. 

The designated sex areas were the pool and patio, the living room, the dining room, the basement game room and the kitchen. Everyone was going to get a good opportunity to see all the girls in action. The party was going to be a voyeur's delight. 

It was also decided that erotic movies should be playing on the 60 inch plasma television set in the living room. The men were going to be given lots of sexual stimulation. 

It was almost midnight when the girls decided that the plans were complete. When we left Baxter's to go home, all of us were very excited.

Sandra and Julie both stayed home Friday night. We had a nice dinner, spent a little time making love and went to sleep early. All three of us wanted to be well rested for the party. 

Saturday morning my clock radio went off at 5:00 am. I quickly turned it off. Both Julie and Sandra were still sleeping. I didn't want to disturb the sleep of either of them. 

As I got out of bed I looked at my two sleeping beauties and smiled. I was the luckiest man in the world. Two gorgeous women were in love with me.

I let the girls sleep while I ran around the house making sure everything was ready. I spent about a half hour tidying up the playpen. I had Sandra and Julie's permission to spend as much time in there as I needed. I made sure that the bathroom was clean and well stocked with lotions, soap, body powder and clean towels. When I was done with the bathroom, I checked the dressing table. I wanted to be sure there was a nice selection of perfumes and colognes. 

When I was finished in the playpen, I quickly vacuumed the living room and dining room, mopped the kitchen floor and cleaned the patio and pool area. 

At 7:00 I went in and started working on the snack trays for the party. 

At 8:00 I went into the bedroom and kissed each of my girls on the forehead. Both of them stretched and smiled at me as they slowly opened their eyes. 

Sandra sat up, grabbed me and pulled me down to the bed next to her. She kissed me and gently pushed my face to her crotch. "Baby, lick me for a minute. I'm so excited. I want you to get me off before I get out of bed." 

As I went down on Sandra, Julie started to finger her cunt. "Stevie, come do me as soon as you're done with Sandra. I love feeling your tongue in the morning." 

I worked fast. We didn't have much time. I was becoming as skilled at eating pussy as my girls were at sucking cocks. As soon as I got Sandra off I sent her to the shower and turned my attention to Julie.

Living with two beautiful women was a constant adventure. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 37



Note: This story is the thirty-seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

The doorbell rang just after 9:00. It was Brenda, Maddie and Bobby. April and Mark arrived a few minutes later.

Everyone was hungry. At 9:30 Mark, Bobbi and I served breakfast to the girls. They sat on the patio and enjoyed a meal of eggs benedict, orange juice and coffee. 

As soon as the girls were done with breakfast they called the three of us over. 

When the three of us were standing next to the table, Brenda took a sip of coffee and set her cup down. "Cucks we have made a decision. The three of you are going to be our shared slaves for the entire day. All five of us are to be addressed as Mistress by all three of you.

She looked at her husband. "Bobby for the rest of today you not only belong to Maddie and me, you also belong to Sandra, Julie and April. Maddie and I have given them full permission to use you in any way they might choose.

Julie looked at me. "Stevie, Sandra and I made the same arrangement with Brenda, Maddie and April. For the rest of today we're sharing you with them." She giggled. "I'm really hoping you get a chance to play with Bren's big tits today."

Brenda laughed. "Jules I'll make sure he has an excellent opportunity." She winked at me. "Stevie, I do intend to make you pay for the privilege."

I bowed my head. "Mistress Brenda, I am yours to command."

Maddie leered at me. "Remember slave boy, I'm also part of this bargain." 

I politely nodded to Maddie. "Mistress Madeline, I am also yours to command."

Ever since our conversation at Baxter's last fall, Maddie and I have been very good friends. Maddie was very dominant, but she also had a kind heart and I trusted her completely. I knew she would never hurt me.

Maddie grinned at me. "I'm looking forward to playing with you later this morning."

I smiled at her. "Mistress Madeline I look forward to trying to please you."

April grabbed her husband's hand. "Markie honey, you're also involved in this." April looked at all of us. "I'm the only woman Mark has ever been with. This is going to be a very big day for him."

Sandra turned to April. "Is that really true?"

April nodded. Mark was blushing.

Sandra smiled. "April if Mark is very well behaved today, could I reward him when the party is over?"

April shrugged. "Of course, what do you want to do?"

Sandra leered at Mark. "Give him a blow job."

April laughed, "I think my baby will work very hard today if he knows that's going to be his reward."

I glanced at Mark, his face was beet red.

Julie waved both of her hands. "Hey I get to be part of this."

Sandra grinned, "Jules, why don't we give him a Stevie special."

April looked at Julie and Sandra, "What's a Stevie special?"

Julie laughed. "It's Stevies favorite. One of us sits on his face while the other one sucks his cock."

Brenda shook her head. "You guys should write a book." She turned to Maddie. "I think our baby needs a Bobby special."

Maddie nodded in agreement and turned to Julie. "Can we practice on Stevie after the party?"

Julie winked at me. "Yes, but he has to be very obedient today to earn that reward."

April looked around the table. "I want to be part of this to. I get to give Bobby a Stevie special, but I need a partner."

Brenda turned to her husband. "Who do you want as April's partner?"

Everyone stared at him.

Bobby shook his head. "There's no way I'm going to answer that question."

Sandra giggled. "Bren, this is why your baby is our accountant. He's one smart cookie."

Everyone started laughing.

Brenda grabbed her husband and kissed his cheek. "That's one of the ten million reasons that Maddie and I love him so much."

Sandra smiled at April, "Let's take poor Bobby off the hook. As soon as Julie and I are done with Mark; I'll team up with you on Bobby."

Brenda took a sip of coffee. "Maddie and I are going to want to watch when our little slave boy gets his reward."

Julie put her arm around my waist and hugged me. "I believe one of the rules for today is no private sex. We're all going to watch when our boys get their rewards."

Sandra adopted a very businesslike manner. "Girls please remember that the cucks do have quite a bit of work to get done before the party. We have to use our power judiciously. We can enjoy their tongues, but we also have to give them a chance to complete their assigned tasks." 

After breakfast, the girls moved to different parts of the house. Maddie took a nap in the playpen. Sandra, Julie and April laid next to the pool. Brenda sat in the living room and read a book.

Mark, Bobby and I had a nice breakfast at the kitchen table. When we were done, we cleaned up the dishes. As soon as that chore was completed, we turned our attention to finishing the preparations for the party. 

I asked Mark and Bobbi to start setting up the bar on the patio. I showed them where the liquor and beer was stored. I also pointed out the commercial ice cube maker that we had in the back basement. Finally, I told them where they could find several large coolers for ice, soft drinks and beer.

Brenda, Maddie and April brought several changes of clothing. Most of it was sexy lingerie, but they also brought several dresses and skirts. I carried all of their clothing into the playpen and carefully put it away so that everything would be nice and neat when the women wanted it.

Maddie was napping on the bed. I tried to be very quiet, but she woke up while I was working.

She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw me. "Hi Stevie, what good timing." Maddie kicked off her blankets. She was naked.

For a moment I just stared at her. She had a beautiful body. 

Maddie wiggled her finger at me. "Come here slave boy. It's time for me to sample that energetic tongue that Sandra and Julie are always talking about."

I got on my knees between Maddie's legs. She closed her eyes and sighed as I gently kissed the lips of her pussy.

Maddie is a very sensual woman. It didn't take me long to bring her to an orgasm.

When she was done with her climax she reached down and gently pulled me up so I was lying next to her. 

She snuggled up to me. "Thank you Stevie. That was a wonderful way to wake up from a nap."

I softly kissed her forehead. "The pleasure was mine."

Maddie laughed. "Not all of it sweetheart. I guarantee you that I had plenty of pleasure myself."

We lay together for a few moments. Maddie and I were becoming very good friends. 

Finally I excused myself and got up. I had chores to do. As I left the room I smiled, our groups most ruthless dominatrix had a very tender side.

I walked out to the patio to see how Mark and Bobby were doing with the bar. 

April, Julie and Sandra were lying by the pool. All three of them were naked. This didn't surprise me. Julie and Sandra were like little kids; they loved running around without any clothes.

April was sitting with her feet dangling in the pool. Her legs were spread. She was brazenly flashing her shaved cunt.

I looked at her for a moment. She saw me looking at her and smiled. April was as big an exhibitionist as Sandra and Julie. 

April was a slender, small breasted woman. Her body was very similar to Sandra's. In fact, she reminded me of Sandra. This gorgeous woman was a high school English teacher. I laughed to myself. There had to be a large group of frustrated high school boys with crushes on this beautiful sex goddess.

I looked over at Sandra. She was lying in a lounge chair. Mark was on his knees next to her. Mark's face was buried between Sandra's legs. When Sandra realized I was standing there, she winked at me.

I smiled back at her. This morning when I heard the new rule that gave all our mistresses the right to enjoy each of us sexually, I knew right away that Sandra would be taking full advantage of the situation. My baby loved variety.

I looked over at Julie. She was lying in another lounge chair. Bobby was on his knees kissing her feet. This was a pleasure that Julie was demanding with increasing frequency. It was fine with me. As far as I was concerned, any slave that didn't enjoy a little foot worship should hang up his collar and leash.

As I watched Julie, I became even more convinced that she wasn't her usual self. Normally she would be excited and very outgoing in a situation like this one. This morning she seemed reserved and introspective. I was certain there was something going on with her.

I walked back into the living room. Brenda was sitting on the couch in her panties and bra. She was reading a romance novel.

When I walked by her, she looked up. "Hey Stevie, aren't you going to even stop and say hello." 

"I'm sorry Brenda. I wasn't paying attention. I didn't mean to ignore you, I'm a little preoccupied with party preparations right now." 

Brenda set her book down. "Well sweetie, why don't you stop and take a little break." 

Brenda unhooked her brassiere and slipped it off. She grabbed her nipples, slowly rolled them between her finger tips and grinned at me. "I could use just a little attention right now." She patted a spot on the couch next to her. "Baby why don't you come over here and suck on my breasts for a little while." 

I always thought that Brenda was an incredibly sexy woman. Her breasts were absolutely fantastic. The rest of her was pretty hot to.

As soon as I sat down, Brenda grabbed my head and pulled my face into her breasts. This was the first time in my life that I had ever touched tits that were that large.

Brenda picked up a breast and pushed her nipple into my mouth. "Suck on me Stevie. Julie and Sandra told me that this would be your first experience with a large busted woman. They wanted me to make sure that you had a good opportunity to enjoy yourself." 

I closed my eyes and suckled on Brenda's nipple like a baby. After a few minutes I stopped and looked up at Brenda. "Thank you, that was wonderful. Can I return the favor?"

Brenda giggled. "I'd like that very much."

I got on my knees, pulled Brenda's panties off and spent the next several minutes eating her pussy. I have to say that I loved every second of it. 

Brenda came quickly. She is a very passionate woman. When we were done, she kissed me and said. "I would love it if you cleaned me up today when I am done with my lovers." 

I smiled at her. "Brenda, I would be honored." 

As I got up to go to the kitchen I happened to look out at the patio. Bobby was on his knees licking Julie's pussy. I smiled to myself; my sweet Julie was getting into the spirit of the day.

The party was scheduled to begin at 1:00. At 12:30 Sandra gathered everyone in the master bedroom. I noticed that all five of the girls were naked. 

Sandra stood up in front of us. "Everyone remember that this afternoon is supposed to be fun for all eight of us. Cucks we intend to subject you to unmerciful humiliation during this party. We are doing this because we believe that you want us to do it. We are doing it to make you happy. We are doing it because we love you."

She stared at all three of us. "Mark, Bobby and Stevie please do not forget that." 

Sandra smiled at us. It was a very warm smile. "Brenda, Maddie, April, Julie and I have talked about this a lot lately. All of us are madly in love with all three of you. We think you are the most wonderful men in the world. Sweethearts please do not get confused by what you see or hear today. We love you a hundred times more than any of the men who will be fucking us this afternoon. Is that clear?" 

All three of us nodded. 

The five women walked over to us. One by one they kissed each of us on the lips. After they kissed us they each said exactly the same thing, "I love you. I love you more than any man I will meet this afternoon. When the day is over they will go home and I will stay with you. Please never forget this. No matter what I say or do, I will always come home to you. I will always love you." 

The girls obviously spent some time working on this. They must have written the little speech together. We appreciated it. It meant a lot to the three of us. 

Sandra smiled. "Okay now that all of us understand this, lets start the games. Cucks, today we intend to subject you to humiliation and degradation that we hope is beyond anything you can possibly imagine. Sweethearts, it's our hope that this afternoon we will create memories that all eight of us can to masturbate to for the rest of our lives." 

She turned to the other girls. "Maddie, April and Julie Its time." 

April walked up to me. Maddie went to Mark and Julie went to Bobby. 

Brenda took over for Sandra. "Cucks take off your clothing, it's time for you put on your slave uniforms."

Brenda continued her explanation while we undressed. "Cucks the woman who is with you is your designated Mistress for the afternoon. None of you have a Mistress that you are normally attached to. We thought that you might enjoy experiencing the same variety that we'll be experiencing when we start to play with our guests." 

When we were naked Brenda nodded to Maddie, April and Julie. "Mistresses, it's time to put on their cages." 

April walked over to the dressing table and picked up a bottle of lotion. She was very gentle as she rubbed the soothing balm onto my penis and testicles. When she was done, she got my chastity cage from the top of Sandra's dresser and carefully slipped it onto my cock and balls. On both sides of me, I noticed that Julie and Maddie were doing the same thing to Bobby and Mark. 

When our cages were in place, Brenda smiled. "Alright girls, lock them." 

April slipped the padlock for my cage through the clasp and locked it shut. When she was done she handed the key to Sandra. As soon as Sandra had all three keys, she placed them in her jewelry box and locked it. She took the key for the jewelry box and left the room. 

This was more ritual than necessity. There was no possibility that Mark, Bobby or I would ever dream of stealing that key. By hiding the key, the girls were sending us a message. We were now completely under their control. They held the key to our manhood and they would free us when they were good and ready. 

When Sandra was gone Brenda smiled at us. "Very good, now its time for you to get dressed." 

Julie went to her dresser and took out three sets of clothing. Each set was a different color. One set was pink. One set was pale yellow and one set was pale green. She handed the pale green set to Maddie. She gave the pale yellow set to April and kept the pink set. 

Brenda stared at us. "Cucks put your uniforms on." 

April handed me my clothing. 

My "uniform" was a pair of very frilly lace crotch less panties and a cropped tee shirt. 

I put on the panties. They fit very nicely and left my cock cage in full view. This afternoon ten men were going to see us in lace panties with our penises locked in chastity cages. I suddenly realized just how humiliating this party was going to be. I picked up the tee shirt and put it on. It was very tight and very short. It just barely covered my chest. The name, Speedy was spelled out in script lettering across the front. 

I looked at Mark and Bobby. Their uniforms were identical, except they were different colors and Bobby's tee shirt said Quicky and Mark's tee shirt said Tiny. 

When we were dressed Brenda walked over to Julie's dresser and removed a horsewhip from the top drawer. She turned to us. "Cucks you may notice that your name for the afternoon is printed on the front of your tee shirt. Our guests will be instructed to call you by those names. We expect you to respond to them." 

She tapped the tip of the whip against the palm of her hand. "You will be publicly disciplined by your designated Mistress if you fail to respond to your name." She set the whip on the bed and looked at each of us. "I sincerely hope that won't be necessary."

Brenda walked over to Julie's dresser and picked up a large bag. She took three black leather dog collars out of the bag. Each of them had a silver tag attached to the ring on the collar. 

Brenda looked at the tags. She handed the first collar to Julie. "Julie this is for Quicky." She handed the second collar to Maddie. "This is Tiny's." She handed the last collar to April and said, "This is for Speedy." 

Our three Mistresses showed each of us the tags attached to our collars. They were engraved. Mine read, "Speedy I am the property of Sandra and Julie". The inscription made me smile. 

Brenda looked at us. When she was certain that each of us had an opportunity to read our tags she said, "Mistresses will you please place the collars on your cucks." 

April put my dog collar around my neck. As she fastened it she asked, "Speedy is this too tight?" 

I smiled. "No Mistress April it fits very nicely. Thank you for asking." 

April nodded. "Very good." 

As April said this, the doorbell rang. 

We all looked at the clock. It was 3 minutes to 1:00. 

Brenda smiled and said, "I believe that the first of our guests has just arrived. I am going to leave you now. Mistress Sandra and I are in charge of welcoming the men. Cucks you are to stay here with your Mistresses. Please entertain them while you wait. You will be introduced when all of our guests have arrived." 

Brenda walked out of the bedroom. She was still naked. I suddenly realized that Brenda and Sandra intended to be completely nude when they welcomed their guests to our house. This was an incredibly erotic idea. If my tiny little cocklet hadn't been locked up, I would have had a very nice little erection. 

April grabbed me by my collar, yanked me around and pulled my face next to hers. "Alright Speedy, you belong to me this afternoon." 

April was being incredibly, almost viciously dominant. I'd never seen this side of her before. 

She whispered into my ear. "Both Sandra and Julie claim that you have a very energetic little tongue. Since we have some time to kill, I think this is a good moment for you to demonstrate your skill."

April pulled me over to the bed, laid down on her stomach and looked back at me. "Speedy, get down here and lick my asshole." 

I looked around. Maddie was leaning on Julie's makeup table. Mark was on his knees. His face was buried in her ass. Julie and Bobby were on the other side of our king size bed. Bobby was on his back. Julie was comfortably seated on his face. 

I got on my knees behind April. She sighed as I spread her cheeks and pressed my lips against her anus. 

While Mark, Bobby and I were pleasuring our Mistresses, the doorbell began to ring repeatedly. The men were arriving.

The living room was soon filled with the sounds of conversation and laughter. A real party atmosphere was developing on the other side of the bedroom door. 

Our Mistresses stood up. Maddie looked at all of us. "Play time is over, in just a minute It's going to be show time."

All of us were excited. Nervous energy permeated the air. 

Maddie went to the bag where Brenda found our dog collars and pulled out three black leather leashes. She handed a leash to both April and Julie and kept one for herself. Our assigned Mistresses quickly attached the leashes to the D rings on our dog collars. 

Sandra came into the bedroom. She was still naked. I looked at her. I knew my girl well. I could tell that she was very aroused. Her beautiful body seemed to have a radiant glow around it. 

I was suddenly very envious of the men who were going to get to fuck her this afternoon. 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 37



Sandra looked at us. "All of our guests have arrived. It's time for the introductions. 

Sandra was smiling. "I am going to go back into the living room and formally welcome the men. When Maddie hears her cue, she is going to lead Tiny into the living room. Julie and Quicky will follow Maddie. April and Speedy will come in last. Does everyone understand?"

Mark, Bobby and I all politely bowed and said, "Yes Mistress." 

Sandra walked to the bedroom door. She was about to open it when she stopped and turned. "Boys, let's have a good time. We hope that we've created the submissive fantasy of a lifetime for you. Remember we love you and respect you. Were doing this for fun, so relax and enjoy yourselves." 

Sandra opened the bedroom door and left the room.

Maddie turned to us. "Remember the instructions. Tiny and I will go first. Julie will follow with Quicky. April you'll lead Speedy in last. When we get into the living room we'll stop. When we stop, we want the three of you to kneel on the floor next to us."

Maddie grinned at us. "Cuckboys you are about to be subjected to a session of merciless public humiliation. We hope that we've created a wonderful masochistic fantasy for you. We want you to enjoy it." She paused. "Boys, we intentionally invited men who understand our lifestyle. They know what is going to happen. They fully understand that this is just part of a game we play." 

She gave all of us a very warm smile. "Remember what Sandra just told you; relax, let yourselves go and have fun." 

Maddie stopped and listened. "Okay. there's our cue. It's show time. She gave Mark a tug on his leash and led him into the living room. Julie waited for Maddie to take three steps, tugged on Bobby's leash and followed her through the door. April looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. She whispered, "Stevie lets have some fun." She gave my leash a firm tug and led me into the living room.

The party was beginning.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 38



Note: This story is the thirty-eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

I looked around while April was leading me into the living room. Ten men were comfortably seated in arm chairs. This morning Mark, Bobby and I brought in extra chairs so that each of our guests would have a comfortable place to sit. 

The studs were tall and physically fit. They were all handsome men in their late twenties to mid forties. 

I recognized every one of them. 

Big dick Jason was sitting next to his friend Mel. Jason and Mel were both frequent guests in our house. The girls told me that Mel was hung every bit as well as Jason.

Barry, our realtor was seated near the back of the room. I didn't know that he was going to be one of the guests, but when I thought about it he certainly met all of the criteria. 

There were six men that I knew from Baxter's. Dave, Rick, Al, James, Michael and Tony were all regulars at the nightclub. Both Sandra and Julie had both been to the parking lot with all of them. They were always nice and polite to Mark, Bobby and me. They would be pleasant guests. 

I'd never met the tenth man. He was a young African American. His name was Jamal. I'd heard that he was going to be one of the guests. He was an old friend of April's. The girls told me that he was an excellent college basketball player. He was now in the first year of his surgery residence at the University Hospital. When the girls talked about him last Thursday night, they weren't sure if he'd be able to get the afternoon off. He had a soft drink in his hand. I thought it was very likely that he was on call. I also gathered from the girls that in college, he was a notorious stud.

April led me to a spot where we were standing in a line even with Maddie and Julie. We stopped about four feet to the right of Julie and Bobby. April turned and faced the men. I got down on my knees next to her. 

I took a quick look out of the corner of my eye. Bobby was kneeling next to Julie and Mark was kneeling next to Maddie. 

Sandra was addressing the men. "Gentleman, I would like to introduce our husbands to you. We refer to them as our cucks. Cuck is our slang word for cuckold. For those of you who are unfamiliar with that term, it is a middle English word describing a man whose wife is unfaithful to him." 

Sandra laughed. "That is certainly going to be an accurate description of our husbands this afternoon."

The men started to laugh. 

Sandra walked over to me and patted my chastity cage. "You might notice that our cucks are wearing Plastic shields over their cocks and balls this afternoon." Sandra giggled. "Yes they actually do have penises and testicles. They're cute little miniature versions of the real thing. The only problem is that their toys are actually working miniatures. Because we don't want our slaves running around with erections all afternoon, we have to keep them controlled. We don't want to castrate them; that would be cruel, so we lock them up instead.

Sandra flicked her index finger against the side of my cage. "These plastic shields are called chastity cages and they keep the cucks from getting uncontrolled erections. These chastity cages allow our cucks to function as eunuchs while we're entertaining men like you."

I looked around the room. Several men were snickering. Others were shaking their heads.

Sandra continued. "This afternoon our cucks are not going to be allowed any sexual pleasure at all. Their chastity cages even prevent them from masturbating. If they happen to walk by while one of us is sucking your cock, take a moment to think about how much pleasure you're receiving and how little pleasure they're getting. This afternoon they are surrendering their marital rights as our husbands or boyfriends to you."

Sandra patted my head. "Our cucks are our slaves and our pets. We like them very much so we ask you to please be kind and gentle to them. Treat them like you would treat the family dog. Praise them and pat them if they're good. If they're rude or disobedient please do not try to discipline them yourselves. Tell one of us and we will see that the offending cuck is properly punished."

I heard the crack of a whip. Everyone turned. Brenda was holding the horsewhip. She had just hit a book sitting on one of the end tables.

Sandra smiled. "The cucks are here to see to your every need. You will not have to lift a finger this afternoon. If you want something to drink, they will bring it to you. If you are hungry they will bring you food. Your wish will be their command." 

Sandra walked over to Maddie. "Our cucks have names." Sandra pointed to Mark's shirt. "Their names are printed on their tee shirts. You might notice that they're names are indicative of their sexual prowess." She giggled, "Maybe it would be more accurate to say, lack of prowess. Their names might give you a little insight as to why were playing with you this afternoon, rather than with them."

Sandra looked at the men. "Maddie is holding Tiny." Sandra nodded to Mark. "Tiny please bow to our guests."

Mark politely bowed. Maddie patted his head and said, "Good boy."

Some of the men chuckled.

Sandra turned to Bobby. "Julie is holding Quickie; Quickie, please bow."

Bobby followed Mark's lead and bowed. Julie patted his head and said, "Good boy."

Sandra gestured to me. "April is holding Speedy; Speedy, please bow."

I bowed. April patted my head and said, "Good boy."

Sandra smiled at the men. "We wanted all of you to see how well behaved and submissive our cucks are. We invite you to feel free to take full advantage of their willingness to serve and please you. We expect them to treat you like kings this afternoon." 

Sandra walked over and stood next to me. "Speedy actually belongs to Julie and me. He lives in this house with us. If you need anything or can't find something, Speedy will assist you. If you don't see him, ask Quickie or Tiny to fetch him for you." 

Sandra stopped. "By the way, our cucks are very well trained. They have learned to respond quickly to certain key words. All three of them are very familiar with the word fetch. If you want a beer, just say Speedy fetch me a beer." 

Sandra patted my head. "Speedy is an excellent cook. He has stocked the refrigerator with a variety of delicious snacks. During the party, Tiny and Quickie should be circulating with trays of these snacks. If food isn't offered to you during a break, please feel free to tell them to fetch it for you. If you get really hungry, ask Speedy to make you a sandwich. He has a wonderful selection of roast beef, turkey, ham and cheese. He will be more than happy to accommodate you." 

Sandra turned to us. "Cucks, I imagine that our guests might enjoy some refreshments before the sex starts. It's time for you to go to work.

Sandra nodded to Maddie, Julie and April. "Ladies please release the slaves. 

April removed my leash. She left the collar on. Maddie and Julie did the same thing with Bobby and Mark. 

Sandra clapped her hands. "Slaves, attend to your tasks." 

Mark turned to the men. "Who would like something to drink?" 

Jason waved at him. "Tiny you can fetch me a beer." He turned to Mel. "You want one to?" 

Mel smiled. "Yeah, that would be great." 

Jason turned back to Mark. "Tiny make that two beers." 

I was pretty sure that Sandra had set that up with Jason and Mark just to get everyone feeling free to make use of us. After that the drink orders started coming quickly. I helped Mark get the beverages while Bobby started to circulate with a snack tray.

While we were waiting on the men, Sandra started to explain the ground rules for the party. 

"Gentleman it's time to get down to the real purpose of this party." She smiled. "This afternoon all of us," She winked at the men, "except the cucks of course; are going to be doing as much fucking as we possibly can." 

"This is how our little soiree is going to work. I want everyone to look at the small bulletin board on the coffee table. Notice that our five names are in a row across the top of the board. Each of you has a card with your name on it. Currently your cards are arranged under our names. There are two cards under each girl's name. In a moment, the five of us are going to go over and remove the top card that is under our name. After we have picked up the top card, we will take the next card and move it up so that it becomes the top card." 

Sandra took a moment to see if there were any questions. When she was satisfied that everyone understood the system, she continued. "Each of us will go to the man whose name is on our card. We will take him by the hand and lead him to a very comfortable spot where we will enjoy each other until he cums." 

She paused, there still weren't any questions. "When you cum, we will return your card. You should take a break. As soon as you feel rejuvenated, put your card back on the bulletin board. Be sure to place your card under a new woman's name. You may only party with each of us one time this afternoon." Sandra laughed. "If you do all five of us, and decide you want to go around again, we might make an exception to that rule."

April started giggling. "That will be okay, but he has to do all five of us again."

Brenda cracked her whip. "The punishment for failure will be very severe."

The entire room broke up with laughter.

Sandra was shaking her head. "Gentlemen, the point is we are looking for variety this afternoon."

She waited for the room to settle down. When everyone was quiet she continued. "We know that all of you get yourselves checked out on a regular basis. We are confident that you are all healthy and disease free. However if you wish to ejaculate inside of one us today, you must wear a condom. We are making this rule because this afternoon all of us plan to do a lot of fucking. As the day progresses we are going to get very messy if we let you cum inside our pussies without wearing protection. Speedy has a very nice selection of condoms. All of them are magnums." Sandra smiled. "All of you require magnums. It was one of the selection criteria." 

Everyone laughed. 

"Gentlemen please feel free to fuck us bareback. However, if you choose to do that it's your responsibility to pull out before you cum. Violation of this rule will result in your immediate disqualification from further participation in today's party. In other words, you'll get to join the cucks as spectators."

Sandra gestured towards the other women. "The five of us would love to have you cum in our mouths or on our tits. If you do that our cucks will be right there to clean up the mess." She winked at the men. "All of you know us well enough to understand exactly what that means." Sandra pointed at Bobby. "Quickie over there is particularly skilled in this area.

Some of the men started snickering. I looked over at Bobby. His face was beet red.

Sandra smiled at Brenda and Maddie. They both nodded to her. This little humiliation was obviously prearranged.

Sandra turned her attention back to the men. "Ass fucking is up to the discretion of the woman you're with. All five of us enjoy it, but if you want to do it please ask first. By the way, no cumming in our asses either." 

Sandra looked around. "Are there any questions?" She waited a moment; when nobody responded she said, "Okay let's get started." 

Sandra walked over to the bulletin board. "Your names have been placed at random. We did make one exception. Jamal is on call at the hospital. He may be called away at any moment. For that reason we made sure that he was in the first group." 

She smiled at the men. "Gentlemen, all sex today is public. None of us will agree to play with any of you in private. Everyone will be watching everyone. If your name is not in the first wave, I invite your to come out and watch me." She grinned. "I put on a pretty good show." 

She paused. "There will also be a porn movie playing in this room. All of you should also feel free to make use of the recreational facilities in this house. There is a swimming pool and a hot tub on the patio. You will find a billiards table in the basement. If you are going to be out of the immediate area, let one of the cucks know where you will be so we can find you when it's your turn to fuck." 

Sandra stopped and thought for a moment. "Oh yes, if any of you would be into an mmf threesome, please let us know. Several of us would love to do it." 

Sandra leaned over, picked up the top card under her name and moved the next card into the top position. 

She smiled and turned to Tony. "You're my first playmate sweetheart." 

Brenda drew Barry. April drew Dave. Julie drew Mel. Maddie drew Jamal. 

Sandra turned to the men. "We're going to go into our dressing rooms for a few minutes. We want to put on some sexy clothing for you." She winked at them. "We know just how much you guys enjoy undressing us. We'll be right back." 

The girls all disappeared into their respective dressing rooms. The party was about to start in earnest.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 39



Note: This story is the thirty-ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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The girls came right back. They all looked gorgeous. They immediately went to their designated men, took their hands and led them to the spots they'd selected for their first round of play.

I went out to the patio to check on the bar. 

Brenda was out there with Barry. He already had the straps of Brenda's dress untied. The top was pulled down to her waist. Her large breasts were exposed. Barry was sucking on her nipple. 

I smiled to myself. Brenda had great tits. I would have been doing the exact same thing if I had been lucky enough to be Barry.

I kept watching them. Without taking her breast out of his mouth, Barry lifted the hem of Brenda's skirt, slipped his hand into the waist band of her panties and pushed them down to her ankles. Brenda casually kicked them off and brazenly spread her legs. Barry immediately slipped a finger into her cunt. I smiled. It's exciting to watch a man like Barry undress a woman.

I turned and put some more beer into one of the coolers. When I looked back, Barry's pants were around his ankles. Brenda was on her knees. She had his huge cock in her mouth. 

I glanced across the patio. Bobby was watching his wife suck Barry's cock.

I walked back into the house. Julie and Mel were in the living room. Julie was sucking his enormous cock. As I watched she winked at me, pulled his erect penis out of her mouth and slipped it between her breasts. 

Mel went wild. He was obviously a tit man. I laughed to myself; Mel was going to love Brenda. 

I turned and went into the kitchen.

Dave was sitting on the kitchen table. His pants were unzipped. April was sitting in a chair between his legs; she had his cock in her mouth. 

I wanted to make some sandwiches so they would be ready when the first group of men took their break. I felt a little awkward standing at the kitchen counter while April was right behind me giving Dave a blow job. 

I knew that all sex was supposed to be public, but I still felt it was necessary to get April's permission to be there. "Mistress is it all right if I make some sandwiches while you suck your studs cock?" 

April laughed. "Speedy it's just fine. You stay right where you are and make all the sandwiches you want." 

She stood up, unbuckled Dave's belt, opened his trousers and pulled his pants and boxer shorts off. 

Dave lay back on the table. His mammoth erection jutted straight up in the air. Its back was arched like a menacing cobra getting ready to strike. April reached out and grabbed it. It was so big that she was barely able to wrap her fingers around it. Dave shuddered as she squeezed it and bent it back.

April grinned at me. "While you're making your sandwiches feel free to watch while I lick Davy's great big balls." 

Dave closed his eyes while April bent over and kissed and licked his testicles. 

As I watched, I felt my little clittie twitch inside its cage.

I made five sandwiches while April licked Dave's balls and stroked his cock.

When I was cleaning up the counter Dave sat up, slipped off the table and picked April up. He turned her around and bent her over the kitchen counter right next to me. He didn't ask permission or discuss this with her, he just did it. 

Both Sandra and Julie have often told me how much they love fucking assertive men. This was the first time that I ever really witnessed it. 

Dave moved up behind April and pushed his erect cock into her sopping cunt. 

While Dave was fucking her April grabbed my shirt, pulled my face next to hers, and whispered; "Speedy, that's how a real man takes a woman."

I walked back into the living room. Julie was straddling Mel. His huge cock was embedded in her cunt. She was riding him. 

When she heard me enter the room Julie looked at me. Her breathing was labored. She was so aroused that speech was difficult for her. "Stevie Mel's cock is so big. It feels so good inside me." 

Suddenly Julie's body went rigid. She screamed as a violent orgasm erupted inside her. Julie was crazed with lust. Her orgasm didn't slow her at all; instead she kept riding Mel like he was a wild bull at a rodeo.

Suddenly Mel picked Julie up and set her on the chair next to him. He stood up and pointed his erect penis at her mouth. 

Julie realized what was happening and shouted, "Do it baby, cum for me, cum all over my face and lips!" 

Mel stroked his cock. Suddenly a huge spurt of semen shot into Julie's open mouth. Four more spurts followed the first one. Julie grabbed Mel's softening cock, put it into her mouth and sucked on it. It was obvious that she was trying to milk every last drop of semen from his magnificent penis.

I started to leave. Julie stopped me. "Stevie come here." 

I walked over to her. I knew what was coming. Julie stood up. Mel's semen was dripping from her nose and lips. 

She put her arms around me and kissed me. After she kissed me she giggled. "Speedy it's cleanup time." 

I obediently licked all of Mel's cum from her face. It was still warm. When I was done Julie kissed me and patted my head. "You're such a good boy." 

Julie stepped away and turned to Mel. "You remember Stevie don't you?"

Mel nodded. "Of course I do. He's served me several cocktails while Jason and I were waiting for you and Sandra."

He smiled at me. "Jason speaks very highly of you. He considers you a close friend. I've always wanted to get to know you better."

Jason and Mel are both very successful attorneys and good friends. They love taking my girls to dinner. When they return to the house after dinner they always go directly into the playpen and fuck. The only real opportunity I have to talk with Mel is while he's waiting for the girls to finish dressing before they leave for dinner.

I know Jason much better. 

Last winter he became a frequent visitor to our house on Saturday afternoons. On one of those afternoons, I was watching college basketball on television when he came out of the playpen. He was done fucking Sandra but he still had a little time before he had to get home to his wife. He asked if he could join me. I told him that I would enjoy the company.

We quickly became very good friends and a new Saturday routine started. Jason would come over to the house at about eleven in the morning. He and Sandra would sit at the dining room table while I served them a nice lunch. After lunch they would go into the playpen and fuck for hour an hour or two. When they were done, Jason would come out and watch basketball in the living room with me. Sometimes Sandra would join us and sometimes she wouldn't.

When I was serving them lunch, I would be very submissive to Jason and he would be very dominant towards me. After he was done fucking Sandra, our relationship always changed. When we watched basketball together we were equals. 

I smiled at Mel. "Jason always speaks highly of you as well."

Mel nodded to me, but there was a pensive expression on his face. After a moment he said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Certainly."

"Didn't that little show at the beginning bother you? You know what I mean, the leashes and all that stuff?" 

I smiled, "No not at all. It's just part of a game we play. All three of us are very confident that these women love us." 

Mel smiled. "That's obvious; I can tell that by the way they look at you." He shook his head, "But all that humiliation and letting us fuck them in front of you; doesn't that bother you?" 

I shrugged, "Yes and no." I looked at him. "On one level it certainly does bother us. It's supposed to; all three of us are masochists and the girls are all sadists. We love being tormented by them and they love tormenting us. We all get off on it. I can't explain it, but we enjoy living like this." 

I paused. "I will tell you one thing. When our girls are with other men, Bobby, Mark and I all agree that we enjoy it more when their lovers are nice guys." I smiled at Mel. "You're welcome to come to my house and fuck Julie and Sandra anytime you want."  

I stopped myself and laughed. "I guess you'd better be sure you have their invitation first." 

Julie laughed and punched my arm. "It's a damn good thing you added that last part Speedy. You could have been in real trouble." 

All three of us laughed.

I walked out onto the patio. I heard Sandra's voice. "Baby that feels so nice. I love having your great big cock inside me." 

I turned to look. Tony was sitting on a lounge chair. Sandra was straddling him. He had his arms around her. She was slowly rocking back and forth on his cock.

When she saw me, she stared directly into my eyes and smiled. Another man was fucking her and she was enjoying it. She wanted to be sure that I knew that.

I was very aware that I had chores to do. I didn't have time to stand and watch, but I was helpless. I was glued to the ground. I couldn't take my eyes off of Sandra and Tony. 

I became envious as I watched Tony's cock slide in and out of Sandra's heavenly cunt. He had to be feeling unimaginable pleasure. A brief wave of sadness swept through me as I realized that it was a pleasure I would never be allowed to experience.

Like David, Tony was an assertive lover. I watched in awe as he casually picked my goddess up, turned her around and set her on her knees on the patio chair. Without bothering to ask for permission he mounted Sandra from behind and pushed his arching erection into her sopping cunt. 

Sandra had her back to me now. I was hoping that she would turn and look at me, but she didn't. I understood why. She was being pleasured by a real man. At this moment, sissy cuckold wimps were the farthest thing from her mind.

Suddenly Tony pulled his cock out of Sandra's cunt and stood up. 

Sandra quickly realized that Tony was about to cum. She turned around and sat up. Now she could see me. Now she was very aware of my presence. Sandra stared into my eyes while she grabbed Tony's huge cock with both of her hands. She aimed it at her face and started massaging it with long slow deliberate strokes. 

Tony closed his eyes. It only took a few seconds before a stream of semen burst from the head of his penis and hit Sandra's right cheek. She kept pumping Tony's cock. A second stream gushed out and hit the tip of her nose. 

Sandra continued pumping Tony's penis. She was giggling now. Sandra loved making a man cum. Tony gave her two more good spurts. They hit her neck and her chest. 

Sandra kept massaging Tony's cock. More semen oozed from the tip. 

Gradually Tony's penis shriveled up and got soft. When it was completely limp Sandra leaned forward and licked all of the semen off of the head.

Sandra never broke eye contact with me the entire time Tony was ejaculating.

When they were done Sandra handed Tony his "dance card" and smiled at him. "Thank you sweetheart. I enjoyed that."

Tony grinned at her. "So did I." He quickly grabbed his clothes and left for the house. 

Sandra stood up. She had large globs Tony's semen dripping from her face. She wiggled her finger at me. I quickly walked over to her. 

Sandra put her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Baby I love you so much." 

I put my arms around her and hugged her back. "I love you to Sandra." 

She grinned at me. "Would you like to lick Tony's cum off of my face?" 

I laughed. "I thought you would never ask."

I walked back into the house. As I passed the bathroom I noticed that Maddie and Jamal were in there. Maddie was on her knees sucking Jamal's cock. 

Curiosity got the best of me. I stopped and went into the bathroom. "This house is filled with a number of comfortable places to fuck. It was furnished by two notorious sluts. Why are the two of you fucking in the bathroom?" 

Jamal turned to me and started laughing. He looked at my tee shirt. "Speedy?" He paused. "Your real name is Steven; isn't that correct?" 

I nodded. "That's right, but my friends all call me Stevie. Jamal, I'd like it if you called me Stevie." 

He smiled. "Thanks Stevie." 

Maddie took Jamal's cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. "Excuse me but I am on my knees giving you a mother fucking blow job. Would you mind focusing for a moment." 

Jamal and I both started laughing. Jamal reached down to Maddie and picked her up. He put an arm around her. "Madeline, I'm sorry. I did not mean to ignore you. I have wanted to meet Stevie Wagner ever since I got here. He's famous in local investment circles." 

Jamal leaned over and kissed Maddie on her cheek. "Darling I am in no hurry to finish our session. You may very well be the sexiest woman I have ever met. My plan is to drag out my time with you for as long as I possibly can. Maddie you are both gorgeous and kinky. That is absolutely my favorite combination in a woman." 

Maddie looked up at Jamal, "Really?" 

He laughed. It was a kind laugh. "Yes my dear, really." He smiled at her. "In fact, I have an evening off on Wednesday. I get two or three evenings off a month. Maddie I would love to take you to dinner. I would love to get to know you much better." 

Maddie put her arms around Jamal and hugged him. Suddenly she started laughing. She stepped back and looked into Jamal's eyes. "You're not just trying to get into my panties are you?" 

Jamal laughed. "Maddie I've already been in your panties." He smiled at her. "But you might be right. I think that I'd like to get into your panties a whole lot of times." 

Maddie looked up a Jamal. "Honey you know exactly what to say to a girl. If you don't mind, I think I'd like to go back to what I was just doing." 

I smiled. "I'd better leave you two alone." 

Maddie looked at me. "Actually Speedy, you could make this moment perfect for me." 

"Really? Maddie I would do anything I could to make this moment perfect for you. What would you like me to do?" 

"Would you lick my ass while I suck Jamal's cock?" 

Jamal broke out laughing. "I love you guys. You're every bit as perverted as I am. How do I become part of your social group?" 

I smiled at him. "Take Maddie to dinner Wednesday night." I paused. "You could also join us at Baxter's some night. You're obviously not a cuck so I am not sure how we'll fit you in, but you're a good guy, we'll find a way." 

Jamal looked at me. "What's Baxter's." 

"Have Maddie tell you Wednesday night. I have a feeling that you'll love the place." 

Maddie was on her knees. She had Jamal's cock in her hand. "Okay boys, its time to get back to the sex. Speedy, you never answered my question." 

I laughed. "Maddie that's a request that you don't have to repeat." 

I got on my knees, pulled Maddie's panties down and spread the cheeks of her ass. When she felt me push my tongue into her asshole; Maddie sighed and put Jamal's cock back in her mouth.

Licking a woman's ass while she sucks another man's cock is one of those special cuckold fantasies. I started to get very excited. Unfortunately my cock was locked in a chastity cage. My only actual reward was frustration.

After a few minutes I got up. "I think it is time to leave you two alone. 

Maddie turned to me. "Stevie I would love it if you would stay and watch Jamal fuck me." 

I looked at Jamal. He smiled. "Hey Speedy, why not." He laughed. "Sorry, I just had to call you that name one time." 

I smiled. "Jamal, this afternoon that's my name." 

"Well Speedy, I've been an exhibitionist all my life. I'd love it if you stayed and watched us." 

I grinned at him. "Jamal, if I had a cock as big as yours I'd be a mother fucking exhibitionist to." 

Jamal laughed. "Touché!" 

He turned to Maddie. "Are you ready?"

She giggled. "Go for it studman."

Jamal bent Maddie over the bathroom sink, pushed his large black cock into her cunt and started fucking her with long slow strokes. 

They both quickly fell into a nice easy rhythm. After a little while Jamal picked Maddie up, turned her around, set her on the wash basin and started fucking her from the front. 

As I watched Jamal I realized that he was also a very assertive lover. I was beginning to understand what made a stud a stud. It was attitude.

Jamal gradually increased the tempo. He was a large, muscular black man, but he also had the grace and rhythm of Fred Astair. It was easy to understand why he might have been a great college basketball player.

It almost seemed as though Jamal and Maddie were dancing with each other. Jamal started them out with an easy waltz and was now slowly changing to more up tempo rhythms. 

Maddie was a good partner for him. She easily followed his lead. It wasn't long before they were dancing a wildly erotic tango. 

Jamal kept increasing the tempo. He started violently thrusting his cock in and out of Maddie's cunt. They weren't dancing anymore, now they were mating. 

Maddie was panting with lust. She was meeting each of Jamal's violent thrusts with equally powerful movements of her own. Her muscles tightened up as the tension in her body built to an unbearable crescendo of pleasure. She screamed as the tension exploded into a violent orgasm. 

Jamal suddenly pulled his cock out of Maddie's cunt. She continued to cry with joy as Jamal ejaculated spurt after spurt of warm semen onto her breasts and stomach.

Once Maddie started to relax she turned to me and smiled. I knew what she wanted.

She looked at Jamal. "Give us some room for a moment."

Jamal nodded and stepped back. Amazingly he seemed to know what was going to happen.

I stepped into the spot just vacated by Jamal. Maddie put her hands behind my head and gently pulled my face to her breasts. She lovingly guided me with her hands as I obediently licked all of Jamal's semen off of her breasts and stomach.

When Maddie was satisfied that she was clean, she let me up. As I stepped away from her, I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My face glistened with Jamal's fresh cum.

Maddie took my hand. "Thank you Stevie." She smiled at me. "You know you have become a very important person to me."

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You're pretty important to me to." 

Maddie turned to Jamal "This little cuckold is actually one of the strongest men I've ever met." 

Jamal smiled. "Maddie I've already noticed that."

I walked back into the living room. Brenda was on the couch. She was giving James, one of the Baxter's regulars, a blow job.

I turned and looked across the room. Julie was lying back on a chair. She was naked. Al, another Baxter's regular, was masturbating her. He still had his clothes on. 

The five men who were taking a break at the moment were all watching them. 

I smiled to myself. This was exactly the kind of "Use me, make me be a whore" scene that Julie loved. 

I watched her. She was lost in lust. I was pretty sure that she was very close to having an orgasm.

I looked back at Brenda. James was now on top of her. He was just pushing his cock into her cunt. Suddenly Brenda's expression turned to a wicked smile. I looked to my right. Bobby had just come into the room. 

Brenda Looked at James. "Baby let me get on top." 

James pulled his cock out of her cunt and sat down on the couch. Brenda straddled him so that her back was to him and she was facing Bobby. She stared directly into her husbands eyes and slowly lowered herself onto James's enormous erection. Once she had him all the way inside her, Brenda grinned at Bobby and started to rock back and forth on that huge cock.

Brenda started to taunt her husband while this other man was fucking her. "Hey pussyboy, look at me. This feels so good."




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 39



She looked over her shoulder at James. "Baby you're really are a great fuck. You're so much better than my husband." 

She looked back at Bobby and laughed. "You know, I don't even let the little wimp fuck me anymore." She snickered. "His puny dick is nothing more than a toy. It's worthless to a woman. That's why I keep him locked up in that chastity cage." 

I looked around. The six guys who had been watching Julie were now all staring at Brenda as she humiliated her husband. 

I looked at Bobby. His face was beet red. He was mortified.

Brenda turned to her lover. "Take me from behind baby." 

They got up. Brenda got on her knees on the couch. She was presenting her gorgeous ass to her lover. James got behind her and pushed his cock back into her cunt. 

Brenda turned and looked at her husband. "Quickspurt, this is how a man fucks a woman." She laughed. "Oh that's right. You never could fuck me like this. Your little peepee just isn't big enough is it." She shook her head. "Too bad, I'll just have to keep getting studs like James to satisfy me." 

Brenda closed her eyes. She took a full minute and enjoyed the fucking she was getting from James. 

When she opened her eyes again she glared at her husband. "What are you still doing here? Get lost pussyboy. Go serve some drinks or something. I don't need you right now. I have a man to fuck me." 

Bobby slowly turned and walked out to the patio. He was totally shamed. 

I followed him outside. "You know she did that because she thought it would get you off." 

He sighed. "I know." He smiled at me. "I also know that might end up as my strongest and most erotic memory from this party." He shrugged. "Still its a little hard when your going through it." 

I patted him on the back. "I hear you buddy; Believe me I hear you."

Bobby and I walked over to the bar. Maddie was sitting on a chair with Michael. They were both watching something on the other side of the pool. 

I looked over there. Sandra was on her knees sucking Big Dick Jason's cock. 

Maddie grinned at me. "Speedy, you'd better stay and watch your girlfriend. She says she's going to let a Jason fuck her in the ass with that giant weapon of his." 

I nodded to her. "Thanks Maddie, I think I'll find a good seat and take in the show." 

I glanced back at Maddie and Michael. Michael was just taking off Maddie's bikini top.

I walked around the pool. Sandra's attention was focused on Jason's cock. When she heard me approaching them she turned and looked up at me. 

She took Jason's cock out of her mouth. "Stevie look at Jason's huge dick. Isn't it amazing. Just sucking a cock this big gets me hot."

Sandra smiled at me. "I told Jason that he could fuck me in the ass today. Honey I've never taken a cock this big in my ass before.

She sighed. "This is so exciting. I so glad you got out here so you can watch. Find a chair and sit down. You can watch me lick Jason's big balls while we both imagine him pushing this monster into my ass."

I found a chair and sat down. For the next several minutes Sandra focused her attention on sucking and licking Jason's cock and balls.

Finally she took his cock out of her mouth and looked at me. "Stevie it's time." She turned back to Jason. "Are you ready baby?"

Jason nodded. He sat down on a chair and Sandra straddled him. Jason placed the tip of his penis against Sandra's asshole. 

Sandra started to very slowly lower herself onto Jason's cock. "Honey don't move. Let me do this. I have to go slow." She gasped. "Jason your cock is so big." 

Sandra closed her eyes and pushed against the head of Jason's cock. Suddenly she yelped as it popped into her ass. 

She waited for a moment and then she looked at me. "Stevie he's so big. I have to go really slow." 

Sandra started to lower herself onto her lover's cock. I watched with rapt attention as more and more of Jason's giant penis slowly disappeared into Sandra's ass.

She closed her eyes. "Oh yes, it's starting to feel good now." She lowered herself further."

When she had all of Jason's cock inside her she stopped. "Shit that feels so good. You can fuck me now Jason. Start slowly."

Jason put his arms around Sandra's waist and slowly rocked her back and forth on his huge erection. Sandra had a big grin on her face. She was loving this.

Sandra closed her eyes. She was getting very excited. She whispered to Jason. "Faster baby! Do me faster!"

Jason picked up the pace.

Sandra turned and looked at me. She was biting her lower lip. She closed her eyes and screamed at Jason. "Yes! That's right fuck my ass, fuck my ass hard!" 

I watched. My sweet girlfriend was overwhelmed by lust. She had at least two orgasms while Jason fucked her. It was hard to be sure about the exact number; they kind of ran together."

Suddenly Jason picked Sandra up, pulled her off of his cock and held her in his arms while he turned around. He gently set her in his chair, aimed his cock at her breasts and started to ejaculate. 

Spurt after spurt of Jason's semen squirted onto Sandra's tits. 

When he was finally done cumming, Jason turned to me and smiled. "Stevie, I think that this is where you take over." 

I nodded to Jason. "Thanks buddy." I walked over to Sandra, leaned down and licked all of his fresh warm semen off of her tiny breasts."

When I was done she grinned at both of us.

Sandra went back to the bedroom to clean up and change into another outfit. Jason wanted to sit in the hot tub and relax for a while. 

He grinned at me as he got into the hot tub. "Hey Speedy fetch me a beer." 

I bowed my head. "Yes sir, right away sir." 

I cannot exactly explain why. Maybe it's because Jason is my friend and I know he respects me, but I have absolutely no problem when he plays a dominant role with me.

As I went to the bar to get Jason his beer, April came out on the patio with Michael. Michael was in his late twenties. He was very handsome and he was one of the youngest regulars at Baxter's. 

As I was walking past April she stopped me. "Speedy when you're done serving Jason his beer would you come over here and see me." 

I nodded. "Of course Mistress April, I'll be right back." 

As soon as I served Jason his beer I walked over to April and bowed. "How may I serve you mistress." 

"Speedy, I'd like you to find Tiny and bring him to me." 

I started to leave, but April stopped me. "Stevie, I started cuckolding Mark last fall just before I met all of you. I go out on lots of dates and I always tell Mark everything about them when I get home." She smiled. "He loves to hear all the details." 

She sighed. "Stevie I've never brought a man to our house. I've never actually met a man who I would feel comfortable bringing to my house. I worry that one of them might hurt Mark." She looked at me. "Mark's my baby. I really love him and I really protect him." 

April smiled. "Anyway, Mark has never actually seen me with another man. I really want him to have that opportunity today; but so far he's avoided me. I think he's afraid. Michael and I have talked about this and Michael is willing to help. We want to put on a show for my baby. Stevie, he really likes you. I know that you watch Sandra and Julie a lot. Would you sit with Mark while he watches Michael fuck me? If he starts to get nervous or upset maybe you could make him feel better. I really want him to enjoy this." 

I smiled at April. "I would be glad to do it. I'll go find him right now." I looked at Michael. "Can I get you something to drink while you're waiting?" 

He nodded. "Thanks Speedy, I'd love a beer right now." I looked at April. "How about you Mistress?" 

April smiled. "I am a little nervous about this. Do you think you could find me a glass of wine?" 

"Right away mistress." 

I grabbed Michael a beer and poured a glass of wine for April. I brought the drinks to their table and went searching for Mark. 

I found him in the playpen helping Brenda change clothes. 

"Hey Bren can I take Tiny? April wants him." 

Brenda smiled at me. "Sure Speedy." 

As we started to leave Brenda stopped me. "Stevie was Bobby okay with my little domination and humiliation game?" 

I nodded. "Yeah Bren, he was just fine with it. Its always a little tough the first time your wife tells you to screw off and leave while another man is fucking her." 

I shrugged. "But hey, for us submissive cucks it's worth it. Bobby already told me he thought that will probably end up as his favorite memory from this party. You did the right thing." 

"Thanks Stevie. I was really glad that you were there with him. That's the first time I've ever been that mean to him. We've talked about things liked that many times. I know he has fantasies about me treating him like that when I'm with another man."

She sighed. "It just sort of comes out as being kind of cruel." 

"Hey I understand Bren. Don't worry about it, you did the right thing." I grinned at her. "You did a really good job. You got me really excited." 

Brenda laughed. "Thanks Stevie."

On our way to the patio, I filled Mark in on what was going to happen. 

"April wants you to have a chance to see her with another man. Would you like that?" 

Mark looked at me. "Yes Stevie, I really would." He hesitated for a moment. "But I didn't think she'd ever let me do it." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I don't know, I guess I just thought that when she's with other guys she wants to focus on her own pleasure and doesn't want me in the way." 

I looked at him, "Mark that's not the way that it works at all. April loves you. She's always thinking about you. She is even thinking about you when she is sucking another guys cock. Listen, she's tried to set up a special treat for you." 

Mark smiled. "Stevie this whole day has been a special treat for me. I have never had so much fun in my life. I love being Tiny." 

I nodded. "Yeah I kind of like being Speedy to." 

I stopped Mark as we walked onto the patio. "Look at your wife; isn't she beautiful. She's flirting with the guy that's sitting with her. I think she finds him really sexy" 

Mark grinned at me. "You really enjoy being a cuckold don't you Stevie." 

I laughed. "Yes Mark, I certainly do."

April saw us walking across the patio. She tapped Michael on the knee. They got up. Michael stood behind April. He brazenly placed his hands on her breasts.

As we approached their table April smiled at her husband. "Tiny, I'd like you to meet Michael."

April moved so she was standing next to her lover. She unbuttoned Michael's shirt and stared at her husband as she lasciviously rubbed his bare chest.

"Baby Michael really turns me on. I am going to let him fuck me this afternoon. I want you and Speedy to sit on those chairs over there and watch."

She leered at Mark. "Would you like that Tiny? Would you like to watch while your wife gets fucked by a really hot guy?" 

She smiled. "You don't have to answer baby. I know you'd like it. Go sit down. My lover and I are going to put on a really hot show for you." 

We sat down in our chairs. 

Michael untied April's bathing suit top and started to lick her nipple. 

April looked at Mark and sighed. "Tiny, that feels so good. I love it when a man licks my nipple." 

April gently pushed Michael back into his chair. She got down on her knees, unzipped his pants and pulled them off. Michael's cock sprang to attention as soon as it was freed. He was well endowed." 

April leered at her husband. "Look at Michaels dick; it's a lot bigger than yours isn't it Tiny. That's why I go out with other men. Their cocks are bigger and they're much better lovers than you are." 

April rubbed the head of Michael's cock on her nipple and looked up at her lover. "Does this feel good baby? Do you like it when I rub the head of your big hard dick on my tits?" 

Michael nodded. "Yeah, that feels really good."

April turned and smiled at Mark. "Tiny, I am going to put this big cock in my mouth and suck it. I am going to give Michael a blow job. Baby I love giving blow jobs. I give blow jobs to lots and lots of guys. They all tell me I'm really good at it."

We both watched as April sucked Michael's cock. She was right, she was good. She skillfully used her hands and mouth to give Michael maximum pleasure. Michael's eyes were closed. There was a big smile on his face. He was obviously enjoying himself.

I looked at Mark. His attention was totally focused on the scene in front of him.

April looked at her husband. She seemed to be checking to see how he was reacting to her show. She looked at me. I gave her a subtle nod. I wanted her to know that Mark was enjoying himself.

This little reassurance seemed to make April bolder. She leered at Mark. "Tiny sucking a great big cock gets me really horny. I need a good fucking and I need it right now." 

She looked up at Michael. "Are you ready 

Michael slowly nodded.

April stood up. She turned and faced Mark. Michael leaned forward and slowly pulled her bikini bottom down to her ankles. April stepped out of the bathing suit and casually flipped it at her husband with her toes.

Michael reached between April's legs and pushed two fingers into her cunt. She stared at her husband while her lover shamelessly masturbated her in front of him.

April stood for a moment with her eyes closed. She was obviously very aroused. Finally she took a deep breath, pulled herself together and turned around.

April climbed on top of Michael, grabbed his cock, guided it to her cunt and slowly sat down.

Mark and I both watched with total fascination as Michael's cock disappeared into Aprils pussy. 

When she had all of Michael's cock inside her April turned to her husband. "Tiny, Michael's cock is inside me. Another man is fucking me. He's doing it right in front of you. Markie, I love sharing this with you."

April closed her eyes and started to rock back and forth on Michaels cock. After a few moments she said; "Markie, Michael is a great fuck. This feels so good. Thank you so much for letting me party with other men." 

April and Michael started out fucking at a relaxed easy pace. Their pace gradually quickened as their excitement grew. It wasn't long before they were fucking each other with a frantic passion.

April threw her arms around Michaels neck and started kissing him while they fucked. I looked over at Mark. He was biting his lower lip. It's interesting. It may be more difficult to see your wife kissing another man than to see her fucking another man.

Suddenly April broke off her kiss and threw her head back. She started to cry. Her cry's got louder and louder. Suddenly she screamed.

I glanced at Mark. Now he was smiling. He knew exactly what was happening. He was watching his wife have an orgasm while another man was fucking her.

Michael abruptly jumped up and pulled April off of his cock. Obviously he was about to cum and didn't want to risk violating the rules by ejaculating bareback in April's cunt. 

He gently laid April down in the chair, pointed his erect penis at her and pumped semen all over her breasts. 

When he was done, I leaned over to Markie. "It's your turn now, go lick Michael's cum off your wife's tits." 

Mark got up and walked over to April. Michael politely stepped aside and made room for him. 

April looked up at her husband and smiled. "Did you enjoy that sweetheart?"

Mark grinned at her and nodded. 

April reached out, grabbed Mark's hand and pulled him down to her. "You've never tasted another man's cum when it was this fresh, come clean me up."

As her husband licked her lovers warm semen from her breasts, April looked at me and smiled. "Thank you Stevie."

I smiled back at her. "April, it was my pleasure."

The party went on for two more hours. Everyone had a wonderful time.

Just after he finished with Maddie Jamal got called to the hospital, so the girls had to share nine men. That turned out to be plenty. 

At 4:30 the men were worn out. One by one they thanked all of us for a wonderful time and went home to their wives.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 40



Note: This story is the fortieth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

By 5:00 all of the men except Jason were gone. He was sitting in the living room drinking a beer and chatting with us. As I mentioned earlier, Jason and I were becoming close friends.

Jason was just finishing his beer when the doorbell rang. Mark answered it. It was Jamal. He stepped into the living room. We all greeted him.

He looked around. "I guess I missed the rest of the party."

I nodded. "Yes you did, but come in and sit down anyway. Can I get you a beer?"

He smiled. "No thank you, I'm still on call."

I glanced at Maddie. She was quietly staring at the floor."

Sandra shrugged. "Jamal, I'm certain we'll do this again. When we do we'll be sure to invite you."

He nodded to Sandra. "Thank you that would be very nice, but I was here for the most important part of the party."

Everyone stared at him.

He looked at Maddie. "I got to be with Madeline."

She slowly looked up at him.

Jamal smiled at her. "I should be able to get about a two hour break right now. Would you like to get a hamburger with me?"

Maddie grinned. "I would love to." She shook her head. "I've been fucking all afternoon. I'm kind of messy. Do we have time for me to take a shower?"

Jamal laughed. "Absolutely."

Sandra jumped up. "Cucks get Maddie into the bathroom and get her bathed. Brenda why don't you and Julie find her something it wear. Jason it's time for you to go home."

Jason looked at her. "My wife won't be home until 8:00. Can't I stay?"

Sandra looked at me. I gave her a quick nod. 

She turned back to Jason and shrugged. "All right, you can stay; but once we get Maddie on her way the slaves are going to cleanup the house and then it will be their reward time. You have to stay out of everyone's way and there isn't going to be anymore sex for you today."

Jason laughed. "I promise to stay out of the way. I know where the beer is stored and you five girls have already worn me out." 

He looked at me. "Is she always this bossy?"

I shook my head. "Jason do you see that whip over there? I'm not saying a word."

Sandra walked over, kissed me and smiled at everyone. "My baby is a very smart boy."

Jason and Jamal sat in the bathroom and watched while Mark, Bobby and I bathed Maddie.

As soon as we had her dried off, Julie and Brenda appeared with clean underwear, a pair of jeans and a nice top. The clothes belonged to Julie. She and Maddie were the same size.

The seven of us had Maddie dressed and ready for a date in record time. We all escorted her to the front door. 

As she and Jamal were about to leave Maddie looked at us. "Thank you, all of you are the most wonderful friends a person could ever hope to fine." She sighed. "I feel guilty. I'm leaving before we do the Stevie Specials."

Julie laughed. "Don't worry Maddie. All four of us will be more than happy to fill in for you."

Brenda nodded in agreement. "Go have a good time. You and I can give Bobby another Stevie Special when you get home tonight. I'm sure he won't mind."

I glanced at Bobby. He was grinning from ear to ear.

After Maddie was gone, Mark and Bobby straightened up the house while I prepared fettuccini and a salad for dinner. 

Jason opened a bottle of pinot grigio for the women and they sat on the patio and talked while we finished our chores.

Fourteen people really don't make much of a mess when ten of them are constantly fucking. Bobby and Mark had the house restored to order in no time at all.

When the house was clean and the dinner was prepared the three of us reported to the girls.

Sandra stood up. "I think we should do the rewards before dinner. Let's all go into the playpen."

Julie led us into the playpen. As soon as we were all inside, she pointed to the large arm chair. "Jason why don't you sit over there." She giggled. "You know the routine. This isn't the first time you've sat in that chair and watched a show."

As Jason was sitting down, Sandra walked into the room carrying a wash basin, three wash clothes and three towels. She set everything on the table next to the giant bed.

Sandra reached into her pocket and took out the three keys to our chastity cages. She handed Bobby's to Julie, mine to April and kept Mark's.

Sandra walked over to Mark. "Since Maddie is gone, I'll be your Mistress for the remainder of the evening."

Mark smiled. He liked Sandra.

The girls quickly pulled our panties and slave shirts off, removed our chastity cages and gently washed our tiny cocks and testicles. 

When they were done all five of the girls took their own clothes off.

As soon as everyone was naked Julie looked at all of us. She was excited. She loved doing this. "Okay, who gets to go first?"

Sandra grabbed Mark by the hand. "I think April's baby, Mark should go first. After all, he's the reason we decided to do this in the first place."

Julie grabbed his other hand. "All right Markie honey, Sandra and I are going to teach you a new game." 

Mark was speechless. I don't think he believed that anything like this was ever going to happen to him.

The girls led Mark to the bed.

Julie was giggling. "Lie down on your back baby."

As soon as Mark was lying down, Sandra motioned to the rest of us. "Everyone get on the bed with us. Were all going to be part of this."

Jason started to get up. Sandra stopped him. "No honey, you have to stay in the chair. You're a stud. This is the cucks time."

Jason smiled and sat back down. "I understand."

Brenda turned to Jason. "Honey, just relax and enjoy the show. Don't worry, we won't send you home feeling all hot and bothered. I'll give you a nice slow blow job before you leave tonight."

Jason laughed. "Life just keeps getting better and better."

All of us were sitting on the bed in a circle around Mark. April was lying so her head was right next to his.

As soon as we were all settled Sandra looked at Julie. "Jules, do you want the top or the bottom?"

Julie couldn't stop giggling. "I'll take the top."

"Okay, why don't you get on right now. Let's give him a few seconds to enjoy your pussy. He's pretty excited. He's had a lot of stimulation today. He probably won't last very long once I start sucking his cock."

Julie climbed onto Mark's face. Once she was seated she looked down at him. "Can you breathe okay down there?"

He nodded his head yes. 

"Good, just pat my thigh if you need some air."

Julie sighed. She loved sitting on my face and I knew she was enjoying this. She leaned forward. "Honey, you can lick me if you want, but you don't have to. This is for you. I just want you to enjoy my cunt."

Julie turned to Sandra. "I think it's time."

Sandra crawled between Mark's legs. Just as she was about to pick up his cock, April stopped her. "Sandra go very slowly. This is only the fourth blow job he's ever had in his entire life."

Julie looked at her. "Don't you suck his cock?"

"Only on very special occasions. The first time we made love, our wedding night and the first time I came home from a date. Generally this is something I deny him. I usually jack Mark off when we make love. Sometimes I make him do it himself while he licks me. Does Stevie get a lot of blow jobs?"

Sandra nodded. "He gets one almost every night. Some nights he gets one from both of us. We deny him intercourse."

April smiled. "Really, that's interesting; I'll have to think about this."

Sandra turned back to Mark. "Honey relax and enjoy this."

As Sandra was picking up Mark's little penis April leaned over. She whispered to him. "Close your eyes baby. Let yourself go. There's no pressure here. Sandra is very good."

She picked up her husband's hand and held it while Sandra put his cock into her mouth. April might play denial games with Mark, but it was clear to all of us that she loved him very much.

Mark didn't last very long. No one expected that he would. Sandra was right. He'd had a lot of stimulation today. 

Sandra kept his cock in her mouth while Mark ejaculated. When he was done she got up and moved up the bed to Julie. Julie leaned over. Sandra kissed Julie and passed Mark's semen into her mouth.

Julie rolled off of Mark and motioned to Brenda. Brenda came over and kissed Julie. When she had Mark's cum in her mouth she turned and passed it to April. 

April thanked her and swallowed it. It was a nice touch. All four women tasted Mark's semen.

Brenda smiled at April. "It's time for us to do Stevie."

April pulled Mark over to Julie and said, "Will you take care of my baby while I'm doing your baby?"

Julie laughed. "I would love to." 

Julie had much larger breasts than April. She knew just how to take care of Mark. She pulled her to him, nestled his head between her tits and put her arms around him. "You stay right here while your wife takes care of Stevie."

I glanced over at Mark while April and Brenda were pulling me to the center of the bed. His head was nestled between Julie's breasts. He was grinning from ear to ear.

Brenda sat on my face while April sucked my cock. I didn't last very long either. The day had just been a little too exciting.

After I came the girls also shared my semen. This was now apparently part of the ritual.

When we were done April grabbed me. "Come with me Stevie. I get to take care of you while Julie and Sandra do Bobby."

I wasn't about to argue, April was a beautiful woman.

Sandra pulled Bobby to the center of the bed and smiled at Julie. "Jules I get the top this time. "

Julie passed Mark to Brenda. "Take care of this little sweetie while I take care of your boy." She kissed Mark on the cheek. "Bren's breasts are even larger than mine. I'll bet she'll let you snuggle right in there."

Brenda laughed, pulled Mark onto her lap and nestled his head between her breasts. Mark was in heaven.

April put her arms around me. "I'm sorry Stevie. I'm not very big on top, but you can still snuggle up to me"

I smiled at her. "April nothing would make me happier."

Bobby didn't last very long either. When he was done ejaculating, the girls shared his semen. 

I was just about to suggest that it was dinner time when Brenda started giggling.

We all turned and looked at her. She had her fingers wrapped around Mark's penis. "April, your baby has another stiffy." She looked around the room. "How about it girls, shall we go around again."

Julie started giggling again and grabbed Mark. "Come on sweetie. You get to taste Sandra's pussy this time."

All three of us got a second erection and all three of us were treated to another "Stevie Special".

When we were done, the girls sent Mark, Bobby and I into the kitchen to get dinner on the table while they took turns giving Jason his final blow job of the day.

When they were done they came out to the patio. It was a warm summer evening. We all sat together at the table and ate dinner. The sex games were over.

After dinner all of us took turns in the shower. As soon as we were all done showering we jumped into the hot tub. I opened several bottles of champagne. We finished the evening sitting in the hot tub together sipping champagne. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 41



Note: This story is the forty-first installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

It was Sunday. All three of us were worn out from yesterday's big party. We slept in and moved slowly once we did get up. Sandra and I were having a late breakfast by the pool when Julie walked out on the patio. 

Sandra glanced up at her. "Morning Jules. Stevie made me French toast. I'll bet he'll make you some to." 

Julie smiled at both of us. "Thanks, but I have to run. I have a date." 

Sandra took a sip of coffee. "Anyone we know?" 

Julie laughed. "No just a guy I met at school." She paused. "I'm probably going to spend a of couple nights with him. I'll see you guys on Tuesday." She looked at her watch. "I'm late. I have to run." 

Julie did come home on Tuesday. The three of us had a nice dinner and watched a movie. Sandra made a couple of not very subtle attempts to learn a little more about Julie's mystery man. Julie stood by her story that "He was just a guy she knew from school." 

Thursday evening she shocked us. Sandra and I were in the bedroom. We were preparing for the regular Thursday night outing at Baxter's. I had just finished giving Sandra her bath. She was putting on her makeup while I was ironing her blouse. 

Julie came into the bedroom. Sandra smiled at her. "Hey Jules, you'd better hurry and get ready. We're going to have to leave in less than thirty minutes if we're going to get to Baxter's by 7:00." 

Julie shook her head. "I'm not going to Baxter's tonight. I have other plans." 

Sandra raised her eyebrows, "Really?" She paused. "Julie, Who is this guy you're seeing?" 

"Sandra, please I promise I'll tell you all about this." She stopped. " It's just not a good time right now. I'm late. Please forgive me for not going to Baxter's tonight. I feel like I'm letting you guys down." She looked at me. "Stevie, I am sorry. I promise I'll tell you what's going on when I get home tomorrow." She looked at her watch. "I just stopped to tell you I wasn't going with you tonight. I really do have to go." 

She turned. As she walked out the door she said, "I'll be home tomorrow night. I promise I'll explain everything then." 

After she left, Sandra looked at me. "I guess she'll tell us tomorrow night." 

We went to Baxter's. It wasn't the same without Julie. I missed her. I really like it when she comes back from her parking lot party and cuddles with me at the bar.

I spent the entire day Friday doing research at the University Medical School Library. I was trying to learn more about the group from Atlanta. This was the group that was working on the new drug to enhance sexual desire in women. They were starting to look more and more like a very attractive investment opportunity. At yesterday's meeting with the partners we decided that I needed to put together an in depth study of these people and their project. 

I didn't get home until after 6:00. I walked into the bedroom. Sandra was putting on her makeup. She obviously had a date. 

"I didn't know you were going out tonight?" 

"I hadn't planned to. Julie is here. She wants to spend the evening alone with you." Sandra turned to me. "I called Roger and asked him if I could spend the evening with him." She smiled at me. "Baby I was looking forward to spending the night with you, but Julie and I have been talking all afternoon. She needs you tonight. Honey, this is really important to her." 

Sandra got up and slipped on a cropped tee shirt and a denim mini skirt. She looked really hot. I thought to myself that Roger was in for a treat. 

As she was putting her shoes on I asked, "What's going on?" 

Sandra walked over to me and kissed my cheek. "Baby this is something that Julie wants to tell you herself." Sandra paused. "Stevie listen to me carefully. Whatever Julie wants to do tonight is okay with me." She stepped back. "Did you hear me baby? This is very important to me. You have my permission to do whatever Julie wants tonight." 

I smiled. "Sure Sandra. I understand, but what's this all about?" 

Sandra kissed me again. "Honey just talk with Julie." She looked at her watch. "I have to run, Roger is taking me to a movie. I told him I'd be at his place by 7:00." She kissed me again. "Remember what I said, whatever Julie wants is okay with me. I'll be home by 10:00 tomorrow morning." 

As Sandra was leaving I asked. "Where is Julie?" 

As she went out the front door she called over her shoulder, "She is waiting for you out by the pool."

I walked out to the patio. Julie was standing by the pool. She was naked. I smiled, Julie was like a little kid. She would happily spend the entire day without ever getting dressed. She loved being naked. It was easy to understand why. She had a gorgeous body. 

"Hi Julie." 

She turned and smiled when she saw me. "Hi Stevie." 

Julie walked over, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss. 

I smiled when we broke apart. "That was nice." 

She laughed, but the laugh died quickly. Her expression became very serious. "Stevie I want to talk to you tonight. Could we do it over a nice dinner? I would really like that, just you and me." 

"Of course Jules. What would you like? I have some tenderloin steaks. I could grill those and make some au gratin potatoes and a salad. I know that's one of your favorite dinners." 

"That would be wonderful Stevie." 

"Lets go inside. I'll open a bottle of wine. We can drink and talk while I cook." 

We went into the kitchen. Julie sat at the table while I cooked.

We talked while I prepared dinner. It was just casual chat. Julie told me about school and her plans for the fall. I told her a little about my research project. 

She laughed when she heard what they were developing. "Stevie honey, don't ever let Sandra get any of that drug. She'll become a sex monster." 

I laughed, "You don't get any either baby." 

We ate dinner by the pool. It was a beautiful evening. When we finished eating, I cleaned up the dishes and brought out two glasses of cognac. 

Julie smiled when I sat back down at the table. "That was a wonderful dinner Stevie. You're a great cook." 

"Thanks Jules. I love cooking for you." 

There was a moment of awkward silence. Finally Julie leaned forward. "Stevie I don't know how to say this any other way, so I am just going to say it." She paused. She needed a moment to build up her courage. Finally she just blurted it out. "Stevie I've met a guy. I think I have fallen in love with him." 

I felt a small stab of pain in my gut. I knew this was coming, both Sandra and I knew this was coming. I also knew it was the best thing for Julie. Still, I'd grown to love our little threesome. I loved Julie. It hurt me to hear that she loved another man. 

Julie seemed to read my thoughts. Stevie, I am sorry. I love you so much. I don't know what to do. You're the most important man in my life. You're my husband, my lover, my best friend and," She paused for a moment. "You're like a father to me. Stevie, do you understand that? Until I met you I've never had a strong man in my life who looked out for me. My foster fathers were all mean to me. One of them even tried to have sex with me." 

She stopped to think. "Stevie the first night that I met you, I came on to you twice. You turned me down both times. You were the first guy that ever did that. You got to know me and learned to like me because of who I am. I was more than just a good piece of ass to you. Do you have any idea how much that means to me." 

She laughed. "Stevie I really do love you. I will always love you." 

I took Julie's hand. "I'll always love you to Julie. No matter what happens, I'll always be there for you." 

She looked at me. "Really? Even if I get married to another guy?" 

I nodded. "Even if you get married to another guy." 

It was my turn to stop and think. After a moment I said, "The first night I met Brenda we sat in the bar and talked. She said that you loved me because you needed to experience real love. You needed to be loved. You also needed to learn to love without fear of getting hurt. She said it was the same for me. We both needed to learn to love without being afraid. She said that eventually our love would make you strong enough to go out and find your own man. She was right." 

I took a deep breath. This wasn't easy. "Jules it hurts me to lose you, but it's the right thing for you. Baby, I am sad, but I am also really happy." 

Julie looked at me. "Stevie, I have always known that you loved Sandra more than you loved me." 

I shook my head. "Julie, Brenda also told me that. I've thought about it a lot. I don't think its true. You and Sandra are different people. My love for each of you is different." I squeezed her hand." Believe me my love for you is every bit as intense as my love for Sandra." 

I pulled her to me. "Come sit on my lap." 

Julie sat on top of me. I sighed. She was still naked. Having her voluptuous body rubbing against me was getting me aroused. 

Julie giggled. She felt it to. "You have a little stiffy don't you baby." 

"Jules you will never fail to get me hot." 

I changed the subject. "Listen Jules. I am going to be kind of sad about losing you." I turned her face so she was looking at me. "Do you love this guy?" 

She smiled. "Stevie I love him almost as much as I love you." 

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. 

She understood. "Stevie, you mean so much to me. I don't think that any other human being will ever be able to live up to the standard you've set." She paused. "Ricky comes close. Stevie, I want a man all to myself. You've taught me to love. Now I want to do that. I want to love my man. I want to be his woman. I want to love him and be loved back. I can do that with Ricky." 

I put my arms around Julie and hugged her. "Baby I am going to miss you, but I am very happy for you."

Julie suddenly became more serious. "Stevie I want to do something special tonight. This is probably the last time we will ever be together as lovers." 

I looked at Julie and sighed. "I'll miss that." 

She smiled at me. "So will I." She started laughing. "Remember the night the three of us came home from dinner at the Kensington Grill and you licked my asshole for the very first time. I was so excited. That was the hottest thing anyone had ever done to me." 

She kissed me. "Stevie I've let hundreds of different guys fuck me in the past eight years. I didn't even know some of their names." 

Julie stared at me. "You're the most important man in my life. I don't know if this will make sense to you, but please try to understand. I don't think I can bear the thought of going through the rest of my life knowing I let all those other guys fuck me, but I never let you do it." She looked into my eyes. "Stevie I want to feel your penis inside of me tonight. I want you to fuck me. I want that more than anything in the world." 

I looked at Julie. I didn't know what to say. "Julie, I can't. I swore an oath to both you and Sandra that my penis would never feel the inside of a woman's vagina. It's a central part of your domination of me." 

Suddenly I stopped. I remembered Sandra's last statement to me before she left. She was very specific. "Whatever Julie wants you to do tonight is okay with me." 

I smiled at Julie. "You've already talked to Sandra about this haven't you?" 

Julie grinned at me. "Of course I have. I know you. I know that you would never violate your oath without our expressed permission." She smiled. "Well baby you have that permission." Julie stood up and took me by the hand. "Stevie we're going into the playpen. Tonight you're going to be my stud."

Julie led me into the playpen. Her room choice was very deliberate. Tonight I wasn't going to be her cuckold slave. Tonight I was going to be her lover. 

Julie pushed me onto the bed and lay down next to me. She took my hand and placed it between her legs. "Feel my pussy baby. Feel how wet I am. Tonight I'm yours. Tonight I belong to you. You can do anything you want to me. I'm your fuck toy, your plaything." 

I smiled. I'd heard Julie say those words to a number of men. It was her favorite opening line for sex. 

I started to rub her cunt. I knew exactly what to do. I've watched Julie party with enough stud lovers to know how she wanted me to act. I pushed first one, then two and finally three fingers into her cunt. I wasn't gentle. She didn't want me to be gentle. 

While I was fingering her with my left hand, I caressed her breast with my right hand and gently fondled her nipple. 

Julie was already getting excited. "That's right baby touch me, explore me. Tonight my body is your playground.

For a little while, Julie and I just played with each other. We spent a lot of time giggling and laughing. We weren't just lovers. We were also very close friends. We enjoyed being together. 

Suddenly she pulled me on top of her. "I want you Stevie. I want to feel you inside of me. Please fuck me baby, please fuck me right now." 

I positioned myself between Julie's legs. I was very nervous. I'd never been able to successfully fuck a woman. I looked at her pussy. I felt like a virgin. I guess I really was one.

I pushed my tiny penis into Julie's cunt. I was surprised at how warm and wet she felt. I didn't move. I was terrified that I was going to ejaculate immediately. I tried to gain some composure. 

Amazingly, I didn't cum. My confidence grew. Slowly, very slowly I started to push my penis in and out of Julie. I closed my eyes. It felt wonderful. My pride soared. I was actually fucking a woman. 

Julie wrapped her legs around me. We started moving in rhythm. It was magnificent. I thought to myself, "So this is what it's like." 

We picked up our pace. We lost track of time. Suddenly I felt that tingle of pleasure begin to build in my loins. I wanted to laugh out loud as I started to ejaculate into Julie's cunt. 

When I was done cumming, we cuddled together quietly. After a few minutes Julie slipped her hand to my crotch and gently played with my penis. We both felt it begin to stir.

She went down on me. I've felt Julie's lips on my cock many times, but always as my final reward. Now her blow job was just a means to help me get another erection. When I was nice and hard, she slipped my erect cock back into her cunt and I fucked her again. 

I fucked Julie three times that night. As we fell asleep she called me her stud lover.

The next morning I helped her pack up some of her things and load her car. She was going to move in with Ricky. 

"Stevie, it's going to take a me a while to get everything out of the house." 

I laughed. "Jules, you can keep things in this house for your entire life. This house will always be a home for you." 

"Do you want your car back?' 

I laughed. "Of course not, that car is yours. Everything I've given you is yours." I got serious. "I also plan to keep giving you a weekly allowance and I intend to keep paying your college tuition." I stopped. "As long as it's okay with Ricky." 

Julie threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Thank you Stevie, thank you for everything. I love you so much." 

"I love you to Jules." 

She got into her car and drove off. I waved as she disappeared around the corner."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 42



Note: This story is the forty-second installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Sandra got home about a half an hour after Julie left.

As soon as she walked in the door she glanced around the house and asked, "Is she gone?" 

I nodded, "Yes she is."

Sandra walked over to me and gave me a hug. "Do you feel sad baby?"

"Of course I do." I sighed. "I'll miss her, but this is a good thing." 

Sandra hugged me tightly. "I feel the same way." She kissed me. "You still have me baby and now I have you all to myself."

I smiled. "I love you Sandra." 

She kissed me again. "Baby I love you to. I never believed that I could ever love anyone as much as I love you." She stopped and laughed. "Okay enough sweet stuff, I'm starving. Make me some breakfast and tell me everything. I want to hear all of the details about last night." She giggled, If you tell me about your night I'll tell you about mine."

I fixed Sandra a sausage and mushroom omelet and toasted some English muffins.

While Sandra ate, I told her everything that happened last night.

When I was done telling her about my evening with Julie, Sandra grinned at me. "Well stud lover let me make sure that you understand this fact very clearly. Last night was your only night of stardom. You're now back to being a submissive cuckold sissy." 

Sandra walked over to me and rubbed my crotch. "Baby, don't get any ideas about your little clittie ever getting into my pussy. She started laughing. "Speedy, I am pretty sure that Roger gave me a much better fucking last night than Julie got from that pathetic little worm you call a cock."

Sandra kissed me. "Sorry baby, I just can't have my little pussy slave getting the idea that he might be the equal of one of my stud lovers." She laughed. "It just wouldn't be right." 

Sandra walked into the bedroom. As she disappeared she said, "Speedy, clean up the kitchen. When you're done, come into the bathroom. You can give me a bath. Roger was a total animal last night. I am absolutely covered with his dried semen." 

While I was cleaning the kitchen, I thought about the way Sandra just reacted when she heard about my night with Julie. I thought she would be happy for us, instead she became as dominant and demeaning as I'd ever seen her. I suspected that Sandra was feeling a little jealous of Julie and didn't know how to cope with her feelings.

We were trying to maintain a difficult relationship. We loved each other very much; but the most significant and most intimate expression of love between two people, intercourse, was something I was deliberately denied. Of course by denying me this expression of love, Sandra was also denying it for herself.

Now Julie had been allowed this expression of love, but it was still denied for Sandra. 

Sandra was a very bright woman. She would eventually figure this out, and we would talk about it. Until that happened I had a strong suspicion that she was going to give her sadistic side free rein.

I quickly finished up in the kitchen and joined Sandra in the bedroom. When I walked in she was lying on the bed naked. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor.

"Draw me a bath and hang up my clothes." 

I did as I was told. When the tub was full I went into the bedroom.

"Ms. Monroe your bath is ready."

She looked at me and smiled, "Very good Sissyboy."

I shuddered. Sissyboy was the name Sandra used for me when she was feeling particularly vicious.

Sandra got into the tub. She closed her eyes as I started bathing her. She loved having me wash her body. When I was done, Sandra stood up so I could rinse her off under the shower. As soon as she was rinsed off, she stepped out of the tub and I covered her with a large bath towel. 

While I was drying her off she turned to me. "Sissyboy, my lover Roger has to host a dinner party next Monday evening. It is very important to him. The president of the University and several members of the University Board of Trustees will be there with their wives. He needs help. I volunteered your assistance. You are going to prepare and serve this dinner for Roger."

I looked at Sandra. "Baby, I am not sure that I want to do that."

Sandra wrapped the bath towel around her body. "Sissyboy, I don't remember anyone asking if you wanted to do it." She walked into the bedroom and pointed at the bed. "Sissyboy sit down." 

I sat down. Sandra sat down next to me and took my hand. "Baby, you are the love of my life. You are my best friend and my soul mate; but you are also my slave and I am your Mistress. These are roles that were mutually agreed upon by both of us. You once swore an oath to submit to me. This doesn't mean you submit to me when you feel like it, it means that you submit to me at all times and at my pleasure." 

Sandra sighed. "I know that at times this is difficult for both of us." She squeezed my hand. "Baby part of being a slave is that sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do. Part of the power that you have surrendered to me as your Mistress is that you will allow me to make you do things that you might otherwise choose not to do."

"Stevie, next Monday afternoon you are going to accompany me to Roger Franklin's apartment. You will act as a servant for both me and my lover. You will follow our instructions to the letter. If you fail to do that, Roger and I will take you into his bedroom, close the door and I will severely punish you while Roger watches." Sandra looked directly into my eyes. "Stevie if I have to punish you, I promise you that I will make you cry." 

"During the dinner you will treat me as though I am Roger's ladylove." She paused. "Understand this very clearly, on Monday evening I will be Roger's ladylove. I will belong to him. I will fawn over him, hug him, caress him and laugh at all of his jokes. You will have to watch helplessly as I brazenly adore this other man. Everyone at the dinner is going to assume that I am deeply in love with Roger."

Sandra grabbed my knee. "After the party is over, you will clean Roger's apartment while I make love to him on his living room couch. I intend to suck his cock and let him fuck me in front of you. While Roger is taking his pleasure with me, you will be doing menial chores for him. You will be serving as my lover's house slave." 

When we are bored with our little game of humiliating you, I intend to rudely dismiss you and send you home. I will stay with my lover and spend the rest of the night fulfilling his sexual desires. On Tuesday morning I will return to you." She smiled at me. "I will always return to you in the morning. When I get home, you will make me breakfast and I will love you and I will adore you." 

Sandra kissed me. "I know that the afternoon with Bob was very difficult for you." She looked at me. "I also am reasonably sure that you frequently fantasize about that afternoon. You do don't you Stevie?" 

I nodded at Sandra and smiled. "Yes I do." I shook my head. "The parts that were the hardest for me when they were occurring are the most erotic for me now. I get excited every time I think about the spanking you gave me." 

Sandra kissed me. "So do I." She took a deep breath. "I would love to give you another spanking."

Sandra stared at me. She was smiling. After a moment she started to rub my crotch. "Think how erotic it will be to spend a night as a slave to Roger and me." She whispered into my ear. "You will be doing it in front of some very important people. Baby I am getting wet just thinking about it." 

Sandra pushed me off of the bed. "Get on your knees Sissyboy. You're going to lick my asshole. I want you to show me that you love the idea of being a slave for my lover and me." 

We were both incredibly aroused. Sandra threw her towel on the floor and rolled onto her stomach. I buried my face between the cheeks of her rear and eagerly kissed and licked her ass.

As I was kissing her, Sandra said. "Stevie I'm feeling very dominant right now. You are going to spend the rest of the day serving me."

She pushed me away and sat up. "I am really hoping that you make a mistake this afternoon. I would enjoy the opportunity to give you a very hard spanking."

Sandra spent the remainder of the afternoon sitting on the patio naked. She kept assigning me little menial chores to do while she read an erotic novel and drank iced tea.

When it suited her, she would call me over and make me massage her feet while she masturbated herself.

Near the end of the afternoon Sandra noticed that I had neglected to put fresh ice cubes in her tea. 

"Sissyboy, look at this. You have allowed my iced tea to get warm. This is inexcusable." She took a quick breath. She was already getting excited. "You must be punished."

Sandra was of course just creating an excuse to spank me. If I had diligently placed fresh ice cubes in her drink every fifteen minutes for the past two hours, she would have found another reason to punish me.

Sandra stood, grabbed me by my ear and dragged me into the house. We went into the playpen. It was the scene of my previous punishment. Sandra sat down on the overstuffed arm chair. 

"Sissyboy, fetch the hairbrush."

I did as I was told. As I handed Sandra the hairbrush, I started begging. "Please Mistress. I am sorry I neglected your drink. I promise it will never happen again. I beg you to please show me mercy, do not punish me."

Sandra smiled. This was of course our old code. I was asking her to punish me and do it severely.

"I am sorry Sissyboy, but you won't learn from your mistakes if I allow them to go unpunished." Sandra took a deep breath. She was obviously very aroused. "Pull your panties down." 

I obediently pulled my panties down to my knees. Sandra smiled when she saw my erect penis.

"Come lie across my lap Sissyboy." Sandra was eagerly tapping the back of the hairbrush in the palm of her hand.

I moved very slowly. Every nerve in my body was tingling with a combination of fear and excitement.

Sandra gasped as I lay across her naked lap.

She raised her arm. 

I closed my eyes and flexed every muscle in my body as I waited for the hair brush to strike.

I winced when Sandra started to spank me. She was putting all of her strength behind each stroke of the brush. It was obvious that she was trying to make me cry. I bit my lower lip and held out for as long as I could. It took fourteen very hard blows before the first tears started to run down my cheeks. Sandra gave me four more hard swats. I was whimpering when she finally stopped.

Sandra pushed me off of her lap.

"Kneel at my feet Sissyboy."

I groveled at Sandra's feet like a whimpering puppy. 

She spread her legs and fingered her glistening cunt. She was wildly excited. She held up her right foot; "Kiss it."

I took Sandra's foot and submissively kissed and licked her toes.

"Have you learned your lesson Sissyboy?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Would you like to demonstrate that to me?"

"Yes please Mistress." 

Sandra stood up and leaned on the arm of her chair. I crawled behind her and reverently spread the cheeks of her ass. Sandra sighed as she felt my tongue penetrate her tiny hole.

Sandra masturbated herself while I licked her asshole. Her first orgasm came almost immediately.

A soon as she'd recovered enough to move. She walked over to the bed and lay on her back. Sandra spread her legs, snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot between her thighs. "Come here Sissyboy, I want more pleasure."

The events of the day had left Sandra with an insatiable appetite for sex.

I knelt between her legs and started licking her cunt. She had two more orgasms before she was finally satisfied.

After her second orgasm Sandra took several minutes to fully enjoy the pleasant afterglow that follows a climax. Usually, this would have been a time when Sandra and I cuddled; but not this afternoon. This afternoon Sandra made me kneel at her feet while she relaxed.

Finally Sandra sat up and patted my head. "Speedy, you were a very good boy this afternoon. It's time for your reward." 

I lay back on the bed. I assumed Sandra was about to suck my cock. I was wrong.

Sandra looked at me and smiled. She knew I was expecting a blow job. Instead of going down on me, she pulled me up by my hair and pushed me off the bed. "Speedy, get back on the floor where you belong." She laughed. "Stud lovers like Roger get blow jobs. Sissy cuckold wimps like you are occasionally allowed to masturbate."

Sandra was continuing her crusade to make sure I still remembered my place.

She looked at the clock on her dressing table. "You have exactly one minute to cum. If you fail, I will lock your little dicklet in your chastity cage for the next twenty-four hours. At this time tomorrow, I will give you another opportunity to cum. If you fail, I will lock you up again."

Sandra looked at the clock. "Speedy, your time has started."

I fully understood that Sandra was serious. I immediately started to masturbate. Fortunately I'm a masochist. Sandra's sadistic behavior had me very excited. I came immediately.

Sandra started giggling. "Very good Speedy. If there is one thing you excel at, it's cumming quickly." She snickered. "I'll bet you just drove Julie wild last night."

I looked up at Sandra. She immediately looked away. She couldn't make eye contact with me. This confirmed my earlier suspicions. Sandra was having trouble coping with the fact that Julie got to fuck me and she didn't. As I knelt in front of her I realized that the intense session of domination and punishment that we were just finishing was Sandra's way of expressing the fact that she was hurt by last nights events.

I recognized that this didn't make any sense. Her reaction was actually rather hypocritical. After all she did spend the night fucking Roger. I also did have her expressed prior consent to have intercourse with Julie.

I smiled as I reminded myself that Sandra was a human being. Human behavior is rarely rational. The fact was, Sandra's feelings were hurt and I needed to be understanding.

When I was done ejaculating, Sandra picked up my cummy fingers and held them to my lips. "Lick them clean like a good little slave Sissyboy."

I did as I was told. I licked up all of my cum. This was the first time since we'd met that Sandra did not share my semen with me.

We both got dressed. I prepared a nice dinner of grilled Tuna and rice. We spent the rest of the evening sitting by the pool drinking wine and talking. It was a pleasant time, but we were both guarded with each other. We avoided topics of substance.

That night I lay awake in bed thinking about the events of the day.

I knew that Sandra and I were eventually going to have to address the issue of intercourse, but I could not imagine how we were going to do it.

I sighed. It would be wonderful if we could just fuck and be done with it. That would be a nice simple solution. Unfortunately I understood that this was a complicated problem and a simple solution was not going to be the answer.

Sandra Monroe is a very complex person. You may remember that earlier in this story she mentioned that she was estranged from her parents.

Shortly after she graduated from high school Sandra discovered that she was pregnant. She is a very bright and very independent woman. When she heard this news, she immediately grasped the effect it would have on her life. She understood that she wasn't ready to be a mother. She had an abortion.

The problem was, her parents were devout Catholics. When they learned what she did, her father threw her out of the house.

Sandra is very stubborn. Rather than try to make amends with her father she set out on her own. She already had scholarships for college. She found part time jobs and worked her way through school. She was very successful. She graduated magna cum laude and became a member of Phi Beta Kappa.

After she graduated from college, Sandra not only got accepted to law school, she earned scholarships and grants to help her pay her tuition.

This incredible strength and ability to overcome adversity was of course one of the primary reasons I was so attracted to Sandra.

Unfortunately everything has its price. Sandra coped with the estrangement from her parents by burying the hurt she felt so deeply inside her that it never saw the light of day. This was how my baby dealt with emotional pain. She avoided it, she tried to hide it away in places deep inside her where she hoped it could never touch her.

Sandra was obviously dealing with her jealousy about my night with Julie in the same way. She was burying it deep inside her.

The problem with this solution is that nothing ever stays buried forever. Some things even boil right back to the surface immediately.

My night with Julie was a good example of this. Sandra came right home from Roger's and started making me pay. It was an unconscious response on her part. She rationalized her behavior by calling it part of our sex game, but she was still making me pay.

This afternoon she had been much more sadistic and demeaning to me than she would have been under normal circumstances. 

Don't get me wrong. Sandra still loved me. When I had intercourse with Julie I did it with Sandra's full blessing. She knew that. She understood that Julie and I were ending our dominant submissive relationship. She fully grasped why it was now permissible for us to have intercourse.

Sandra also understood that we were not ending our dominant submissive relationship. She was very aware that I'd swore an oath to her. She also knew that it was an oath that she demanded I swear to her. Sandra was much too stubborn to ever admit that she wanted to retract that demand. No matter how much she might want to, Sandra could not ask me to rescind my oath. Never the less, she was still hurt by the simple fact that Julie got to have intercourse with me and she and did not.

Life was so complicated.

As I lay in bed, I started to consider my own role in this situation.

The fact was, altering the status quo terrified me. Living in a serious relationship with a woman who openly sleeps with other men is at best difficult. 

Domination, humiliation and erotic pain were the forces that held our dangerously unstable bond together.

The embarrassment, frustration and envy I felt when Sandra so easily shared an intimacy with other men that she steadfastly denied me was the central core of our relationship.

When you are a masochistic, submissive cuckold you either eagerly accept the entire package or you live in a constant state of jealousy and discontent. For a masochistic, submissive cuckold there is no such thing as partial commitment.

As I lay in the dark next to my goddess I realized that I was afraid that if I started to have intercourse with Sandra I might begin to view myself as a sexual equal to her lovers. The danger with this was that when she was with another man I might start to view it as a rejection of me.

In our current situation we both understood that I was different than Sandra's lovers. They were allowed to enjoy a physical act that I was denied, but Sandra's spiritual self; her heart and soul were always reserved for me.

I was worried that if Sandra and I started to have intercourse the line dividing her physical self and her spiritual self might become muddied.

As I started to fall asleep, I thought about Sandra's estrangement from her family. This was a much deeper problem, but I knew that it had to be there festering inside her. I was certain that eventually it would also boil to the surface.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 43



Note: This story is the forty-third installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Life was much quieter without Julie living in the house. It was really too quiet. Julie added a lot of energy to our lives. Both Sandra and I missed her. 

Sunday afternoon Sandra entertained Big Dick Jason while I played golf.

When I got home from golf I took a shower. As I was getting dressed I heard Sandra saying good bye to Jason. I didn't realize he was still here. They must have been in the playpen. 

I shook my head. Jason and Sandra must have spent at least three hours fucking. As I thought about it I suspected that Sandra intentionally dragged the afternoon session out so that Jason would still be here when I got home. I was certain she wanted to send me a message. She wanted me to know just how long a real stud lover was capable of performing.

Sandra walked into the bedroom. "Jason was an absolute animal this afternoon. He was insatiable. He wore me out. He came five times." She stared at me. "Hey Studman, did you do that when you were fucking Julie the other night?" She laughed. "Not even in your dreams."

I sighed. It was clear that I was not yet out of the doghouse.

"Well I'm glad you're home. I need a bath and I'm starving. After you bathe me, you can make me some supper."

Sandra carried on about Jason's sexual prowess the entire time I was bathing her. She gave me a blow by blow description of their afternoon activities. By the time she was out of the tub Sandra had established Jason as a super stud.

As soon as I was done drying Sandra off, she walked into the bedroom. "Fetch your cage Sissyboy. Slaves really shouldn't be allowed to walk around the house with free swinging dicks. They might get confused and start believing they're studs."

Sandra smiled when she was done locking my cage in place. "That's much better."

She walked out to the patio. I followed her. She sat down on a lounge chair. "Speedy fetch my novel."

I quickly found Sandra's book. As I handed it to her she grinned at me. "Sissyboy, there is nothing better than being pampered by your wimp slave after a long hot afternoon with a man." Sandra sighed with contentment. "I'm ready for a glass of wine and some dinner now. I think I'd like a small steak and a nice salad. I hope we have some tomatoes for the salad."

I nodded. "Yes Mistress, I believe we do."

Sandra picked up her book and started reading. After a moment she looked up at me. "Sissyboy you're dismissed. Go attend to your duties."

I started the grill and seasoned two small tenderloin steaks. As soon as those tasks were done I brought Sandra a chilled glass of chardonnay. 

As I was setting it down next to her she lowered her book. "Speedy, I'll have my dinner on the patio this evening."

I bowed politely. "Yes Mistress."

While I was preparing dinner I wondered just how long Sandra would continue punishing me. I knew my sweetheart very well. She was both stubborn and strong willed. I suspected she could keep this up for several weeks. I thought about trying to discuss this with Sandra, but I was fairly certain that she wasn't yet ready to do that. I decided my best course of action was to continue to weather her wrath.

I smiled, for a masochistic, submissive cuckold; Sandra's treatment was actually pretty exciting. The truth was, I enjoyed being her slave.

I served Sandra her dinner. When she was done eating I cleared the table, ate my own dinner in the kitchen and washed the dishes.

When I was done with my chores I joined Sandra on the patio. She put me through another intense session of domination, including another spanking. 

After she finished spanking me Sandra made me give her oral pleasure for over an hour. When she was finally satisfied, she took my cage off and allowed me to kneel at her feet and masturbate. When I was done, Sandra again made me lick my fingers clean by myself.

That night I tried to cuddle with Sandra when it was time to go to sleep. She pushed me away and rolled over so her back was facing me. As she closed her eyes she said, "Slaveboy be thankful I let you share my bed." 

That night as I fell asleep, I felt bad. My only consolation was that I understood why Sandra was treating me so badly. She was hurt and she was hurt because she loved me. 

Monday was a very busy day for me. I got up early. I spent several hours on the internet doing more research on the group in Atlanta. At 10:00 I went to the grocery store and purchased the ingredients I needed to prepare the food for Roger's dinner party. I also stopped and bought the appropriate wines to accompany the meal. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. 

When I got home, I carried the groceries and wine from the garage into the kitchen. As I was putting everything away I noticed that Sandra was out on the patio. She was naked. 

I went into the bedroom, took off my clothes and slipped into my swimming trunks. Swimming trunks weren't really an accurate name for my bathing suit. Swimming trunks suggest something worn by a man. My swim suit was actually the bottom half of a girls bikini. It was yellow with pink and blue flowers all over it. It was a gift from Sandra. 

I walked out onto the patio. Sandra saw me and smiled. "Hi Speedy, I saw you carrying in groceries. Do you have everything you need for Roger's party tonight?"

I nodded. "Yes, I had to go to three stores, but I found everything I am going to need." 

"Speedy, I'm so excited about this evening. I'm really looking forward to showing you off to everyone. I want Roger and his guests to see just how well trained and submissive you are." She smiled. "I wish I could tell everyone the truth about you. It would be so hot if all of Roger's guests knew that you really are my slave."

She sighed. "But obviously I can't tell them that. In fact, we will have to be very careful to make sure that none of Roger's guests ever suspect the true nature of our relationship. It is absolutely essential that all of his guests believe that you're nothing more than a hired caterer."

Sandra shrugged. "I'll just have to be satisfied with treating you like a common servant." She grinned at me. "Speedy, these are wealthy people; they will be expecting me to treat you with a certain amount of arrogance and disdain." She winked at me. "Believe me Speedy. I am going to truly enjoy treating you that way. I fully intend to be curt and condescending to you throughout the entire evening. I want you to be constantly aware that you are nothing more than a peon serving his superiors."

I quietly raised an issue that was worrying me. "Sandra, you might want to be very careful about using my full name this evening. My success with Bentine Pharmaceutical is very well known among wealthy investors in this city."

Sandra stared at me. "Yes, I suppose that you're correct. I'll have to remember that you actually do have some skills not normally associated with a lowly slave."

I sighed. Sandra was pushing me as hard as she could.

She thought about this, after a moment she smiled. "We'll introduce you as Stefan. Yes, that will do very nicely. We'll tell everyone that you're a new caterer in the city."

Sandra lay back on her chair and spread her legs. Her cunt was already wet. There was no doubt that she was excited about the dinner party. 

She started to play with her pussy. "Speedy, I am going to go out of my way to dote on Roger tonight. I am going to worship my lover all evening long. I am going to idolize and adore him. You are going to have to watch while I act like I'm Roger's special pet." She stared at me. "After tonight you are going to understand exactly how I treat a real man and how a real man treats me." 

Sandra was obviously using this dinner party as a tool for putting me in my place.

I was hanging my head. I really didn't know how to respond to her assault. 

Sandra didn't let up. She spread her legs further apart and rubbed her clit. "Speedy I want you to look at my pussy. I know just how much you love it. Later this evening after all of the guests are gone, my man is going to get to fuck this beautiful pussy while you watch. Think about that Sissyboy. Think about watching Roger while he pushes his big hard dick in and out of my cunt." She laughed. "He's going to be fucking me while you're cleaning his house." Sandra snickered at me. "That's quite a fall for a big stud like you isn't it."

Sandra rolled onto her stomach. "Studman come over here and get on your knees. We have a few minutes before we have to go. Let's find out exactly what kind of a man you really are."

I did as I was told. There wasn't any reason to challenge Sandra. I'd already made the decision to weather her anger. I knew she would eventually get over this. Time heals all wounds. I spread the cheeks of her ass and obediently kissed and licked her asshole.

The truth was, I didn't want to challenge Sandra. I was very aroused when I pushed my tongue into her ass. 

This was actually an ironic situation. Sandra was a sadist and I was a masochist. Her expression of anger was in fact creating an incredibly exciting adventure for both of us. Her efforts to punish me for fucking Julie were actually helping us push the limits of our dominant submissive relationship.

She sensed my excitement. "Oh yes baby, you're just as excited about this as I am. Sissyboy, we are going to have a wonderful evening. We're going to remember this night for the rest of our lives." 

Sandra sat up and hugged me. I smiled. This was the first genuine expression of warmth she'd given me in two days.

Sandra kissed me. "Go down on me Stevie. Make me cum."

I slipped down to my knees, closed my eyes and buried my face between Sandra's legs. I made love to her cunt. I did it with my tongue. This was the proper way for a submissive sissyboy to make love to his mistress. It was a demonstration to Sandra that I still knew my place. 

Her first orgasm came quickly.

Sandra took a moment to recover from her orgasm. As soon as she regained her composure, she stood up. "Speedy, it's time to get ready to go."

I noted that I wasn't given the luxury of an orgasm. I understood, I was a slave. Sandra believed that a little sexual edginess made me much more obedient. I was quite certain that I would not be allowed to cum until Sandra returned home tomorrow. 

We went into the bedroom. 

Sandra handed me two garment bags. "These are our outfits for the party." She grabbed a pair of jeans and a tee shirt for herself. "Stevie, put on jeans right now. We have some work to do when we get there. We can clean up and change at Roger's right before the party." 

When we were ready to go Sandra stopped. "Stevie pull you pants down, I'll be right back." Sandra went to her dresser. She returned with my cock cage. "Speedy, I want you to wear this tonight." 

I bowed my head. "Of course Mistress, I understand. I'm going to be in the presence of your lover tonight." 

Sandra smiled at me. I was enthusiastically playing my role. I was now quite certain that this was the best course of action if I wanted to quickly get Sandra through this period of hurt and anger.

Sandra put my cage on my penis and balls and locked it. As she placed the key in her purse she looked at me. "Stevie this is going to be so much fun." 

This was the moment when Sandra would normally have put her arms around me and told me that she loved me more than any other man in the world. This time she didn't do it. The omission made my stomach churn. I liked it when she reassured me that she loved me before she went out to meet another man. I understood why she didn't do it. She was still too angry and hurt to give me that reassurance. 

Instead Sandra just picked up her purse and said, "Let's go."

I loaded the groceries into my car. We each drove our own cars to Roger's apartment. We needed two cars. Sandra was going to be spending the night with Roger. I was going to be sent home when I was no longer needed.

I followed Sandra. She looked incredibly sexy behind the wheel of her red Thunderbird convertible. 

Sandra had a key to Roger's apartment. He was going to be at the law school until at least 5:30. She unlocked his front door. I unloaded the groceries and carried them up to Roger's apartment while Sandra called Roger on the telephone and told him we were here. 

When I was done with the groceries, Sandra called me into the living room. "Speedy the first thing I want you to do is strip Roger's bed and wash his sheets." She giggled. "I want you to make the bed really nice for Roger and me tonight." 

I stripped the bed and put Roger's sheets into the washer. When I returned Sandra was in his bedroom. "Sissyboy Roger will be wearing this shirt tonight. It's a little wrinkled, iron it for him. He has an ironing board and iron in the closet. " 

Sandra went into the living room, sat down on the couch and started reading a magazine while I ironed her lover's shirt. 

When I was done I joined her in the living room. She was stretched out on Roger's couch reading. She looked up at me. "Sissyboy the vacuum cleaner is in the hall closet. I think you had better touch up the carpet in the living room and dining room." 

I did as I was told. As I was putting the vacuum cleaner away Sandra smiled. "Stevie, there are some more magazines in Roger's bedroom would you fetch them for me." 

When I returned with the magazines Sandra looked up at me. "The bathroom needs to be cleaned." As I left to start this new chore Sandra called after me. "Don't forget to wash the floor and put out clean towels." 

While I was cleaning the bathroom I heard the dryer bell go off. Roger's sheets were done. I took them into Roger's bedroom and carefully made the bed that Sandra and her lover would be using after they dismissed me for the night. 

When I returned, Sandra looked at her watch. "Sissyboy, I think that it's time for you to start making the dinner and setting the table." 

I went into the kitchen. I was preparing a four course meal. We would start with a corn chowder. A Caesar salad was the second course. The main course was chicken Dijon with boiled new potatoes and fresh asparagus. For dessert I was serving a chocolate torte that I had actually made last night. 

The appetizer was a variety of crackers and cheeses. It was a simple appetizer, but it would do. 

Once I had everything cooking, I went into the dining room and prepared the table. I brought a nice white table cloth and cloth napkins from our house. I was afraid that Roger wouldn't have these items. It turned out that I was right." 

At 5:30 Roger walked in the door. Sandra jumped up and greeted him with a passionate kiss. When they were done she took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen. 

"Roger I would like you to meet Stefan." She nodded to me. "Remember Speedy, that's what we'll be calling you tonight." She turned to her lover. "Roger, this is Stevie." 

He smiled at me. "Stevie, Sandra has tried to explain the relationship the two of you have. I am not sure that I will ever understand it." He smiled. "I will say that even though I don't understand it, I am very happy about it. It allows me to go on seeing Sandra." He paused. "Seriously Stevie, I am very grateful for what you are doing for me tonight. I would have been lost without you. Please let me know what I owe you for the things you had to buy." 

I smiled. "Don't worry about it, I'm glad to help out." 

Roger nodded. "I understand from Sandra that part of the deal is that after the party is over, she and I are going to put on a little show for you." He shrugged. "I'll do my best to make it a memorable one." He stopped. "Stefan, I guess I had better start calling you that, how can I help you? I know that Sandra has told me that you're our slave for the night." He smiled at me. "I think that is kind of hot, but this is a very important dinner for me. I want to assist you in any way that I can." 

I smiled. "It would help if you would set up the bar and put the wine out. By the way, what will I be serving for cocktails?" 

Roger shook his head and laughed. "This is strictly a Manhattan crowd." 

"Well that makes it easy; lay out the whiskey and sweet vermouth and I'll take it from there." 

We all went to work. 

At 6:15 I jumped in the shower. When I was done Roger and Sandra showered together. I dressed quickly. The outfit that Sandra selected for me consisted of a pair of black dress slacks and a lacey white dress shirt with big puffy sleeves. It was a man's shirt, but it was more like something a Las Vegas entertainer would wear. 

I was just putting on my underwear when Roger stepped out of the bathroom. He smirked when he saw my pink lace panties but his attention immediately shifted when he noticed my chastity cage. 

"Stefan what is that?" 

Sandra came out of the bathroom behind him and put her arms around his waist. She started giggling. "It's a male chastity cage. I use it to control Stevie's ability to have orgasms. When he's locked up he can't even masturbate." 

Roger shook his head. "I thought I was kinky, but you two leave me in the dust." 

All three of us laughed. 

I finished getting dressed, went into the kitchen and attended to the dinner while Sandra and Roger got dressed. 

At 7:00 the doorbell rang. The first dinner guests were arriving.

This was the first time I ever catered a formal dinner party. I was busy. The time passed quickly. 

While I was serving the drinks and appetizers I noticed that Sandra was living up to her promise. She was doting on Roger. She couldn't keep her hands off of him. She listened intently to every word he said and laughed at all of his jokes. She appeared to adore him. Sandra gave everyone at the party the impression that Roger Franklin was her man and she was deeply in love with him.

Pangs of jealousy were tearing me apart as I scurried around the apartment waiting on Roger, Sandra and their guests. 

Watching Sandra and Roger was incredibly painful, but it was also very exciting. As I worked I realized that I was in the middle of the ultimate masochist cuckold fantasy. I focused my attention and did my job. 

Sandra was the hostess. She gave me my instructions. "Stefan clear the soup bowls. Stefan we need more wine. Stefan we would like more coffee." She was curt and condescending. She was domineering and dictatorial. Sandra treated me like a servant. The evening just kept getting more and more exciting.

My dinner was an enormous success. Everyone loved the food. The dessert and coffee were the crowning glory. The women all loved the chocolate torte. 

The last guests left at 10:00. It was a week night. Everyone wanted to get home. 

Sandra and Roger stood at the door saying good bye to their guests while I cleaned the kitchen. As I was working I had an opportunity to look across the living room at Sandra. She was holding on to Roger's arm while she talked with the departing guests. I marveled at her grace and beauty. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 44



Note: This story is the forty-fourth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

I cleaned the kitchen while everyone was having dessert and coffee. I was finishing the last few dishes when everyone started leaving. I was wiping off the kitchen counters as the last guest said goodbye.

Sandra and Roger were holding hands when they walked back into the living room. Sandra kissed her lover. "Sit down on the couch baby. I'll handle this." As soon as Roger was seated Sandra turned to me. "Sissyboy you did a very good job. The dinner was well prepared and your service was quite adequate." 

Roger started to say, "Stevie I want to thank....." 

Sandra cut him off. "Honey, he's just a slave. Don't bother with him, he's beneath you. I'll deal with him. It's my job as your lady to take care of the servants." 

Roger was smart. He immediately understood what was happening. We were playing now. He knew he didn't fully understand the game and he was wise enough to stay out of it and let Sandra take care of me. 

Sandra smiled. "Sissyboy why don't you make yourself useful and dust the living room while I entertain my lover." 

Sandra sat on Roger's lap. "Sweetheart, you were so masterful tonight." She rubbed his chest. "Powerful men like you get me really excited." She kissed Roger's cheek and whispered in his ear. "I want you baby. I want you to make love to me right now."

Sandra stood up, took off her dress and tossed it to me. "Speedy, take this into the master's bedroom and hang it in the closet. When you're done, come back and finish your chores." 

I took Sandra's dress into the bedroom and put it away. 

When I returned Sandra was standing in front of Roger in her lingerie. She looked at me. "Speedy turn on Roger's stereo. Play the CD that's already in there. My man likes it when I dance for him."

I turned on the music. Sandra started doing a slow strip tease for Roger. This was the first time I ever got to see her dance. She was very good.

Jason tells me that she loves to do dance for him. I've never dared to discuss this with her. I've always assumed it was a treat reserved exclusively for her stud lovers.

Sandra removed her brassiere and tossed it in my direction. 

I watched her. Sandra was standing in front of Roger staring into his eyes while she rolled her nipples between her fingers and seductively swayed her hips to the easy rhythm of the music.

Roger was lying back on the couch enjoying his private show.

Sandra turned around and bent over at the waist. She took a step back. She was dancing between Roger's legs. Her gorgeous ass was inches from his face. She stared directly into my eyes while she slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles.

I took a deep breath. This was the most erotic scene I'd ever witnessed.

Roger reached out, grabbed Sandra and pulled her onto his lap. "Come here Princess."

I knew that Princess was Roger's pet name for Sandra.

He wrapped his left arm around Sandra and held her on his lap while he started fondling her nipples with his right hand.

Sandra giggled. "That tickles." She started wrestling with Roger. She was trying to get free from his grasp. "Let me go."

Roger laughed. "No, I've got you and I won't let you go. You're my little princess and you know exactly what that means." Roger forced Sandra's legs apart and massaged her cunt. She gasped and closed her eyes. She wasn't giggling anymore. Roger was being very aggressive with Sandra. I would never have dared to be that aggressive with her. 

Sandra laid her head against her man's chest and sighed. "Yes, I am your little princess and we both know exactly what that means."

Roger kept fondling Sandra. It was obvious that she was getting very excited. She turned her head and looked up at him. "Baby I want to be your little princess right now. I want to feel your big cock in my mouth. I want to give you a blow job." 

Roger smiled, lifted Sandra off of his lap and stood up. Sandra sat down on the couch in front of her lover. She put her arms around Roger's thighs and hugged his crotch. 

She glanced over at me. "Speedy I love the way an erect cock feels inside a man's trousers." 

She started giggling and unzipped Roger's pants. "Let's see what happens when we release this monster."

Sandra took Roger's cock out. It was huge. I had no idea that he was that big. Roger's penis was almost as large as Big Dick Jason's. 

Sandra grabbed Roger's erection with both hands. He took a deep breath as she bent it back and licked the underside of the shaft. As she was doing this she gazed up at Roger. There was a look of adoration in her eyes. 

Sandra continued to stare at her lover while she gently rubbed the little spot under the head of his penis against her lips. I watched carefully, I was fairly certain that Sandra was using the tip of her tongue to tease the sensitive underside of Roger's cock.

I was overwhelmed with envy. I could only imagine the wonderful sensation of pleasure that Roger had to be feeling at this moment.

Sandra turned to me. She was still holding Roger's penis. "Speedy, look at this cock and dream. Roger is a real man with a real man's penis. He doesn't have a little clittie like you." She kissed the tip of his cock. "Roger calls me his princess." She giggled. "He calls me that because I'm his little blow job princess. Now I'm going to show you why he calls me that."

Sandra put Roger's cock into her mouth. He gasped as she started sucking him.

Roger looked down at Sandra. There was a huge grin on his face. She wasn't teasing him anymore. She was giving him what she like to call a sloppy, two handed blowjob.

Roger looked at me. "Speedy, this is why I call Sandra my blow job princess." He shook his head and laughed. "Your girlfriend certainly knows how to suck a cock."

Sandra took Roger's cock out of her mouth. "Baby, Stevie thinks he's a stud."

Roger stared at me and snickered. 

My face turned red. I nervously looked at the floor. I realized that I was once again being punished for fucking Julie.

Sandra smiled when she saw how embarrassed I was.

She looked at Roger. "I want you to show Stevie how a real man takes a woman." 

Roger nodded his head and laughed. "All right Speedy, watch carefully; the lesson is beginning. 

Roger kicked his shoes off. Sandra quickly pulled his pants and boxer shorts off. As soon as his cock was freed, it stuck straight out in front of him. 

I stared at it. I couldn't stop myself. A large cock standing at attention is an amazing sight.

Sandra was unbuttoning Roger's shirt when she noticed me staring at his cock. 

She started laughing. "It's a pretty awesome sight isn't it Speedy."

As soon as he was naked Sandra snapped her fingers. "Speedy, pick up Master Roger's clothes and hang them in the closet."

Roger started laughing when he saw me actually picking up his clothes. "Sandra honey, I'm beginning to see that there are some definite advantages to having a slave. I think you might have to start bringing him along every time you come to visit me.

Sandra giggled. "That can be easily arranged."

I finished gathering up all of Roger's clothes, carried them into his bedroom and put them in his closet.

When I came back into the living room Roger was sitting on the couch. Sandra was on his lap facing him. She was straddling his hips. Rogers erect cock was pressed against her flat stomach. They were kissing.

They kissed for several minutes. They completely ignored me. The two of them were wrapped up in their own pleasure.

Finally Sandra broke off the kiss and turned to me. "Oh, you're back. I almost forgot about you."

Sandra gazed into my eyes as she lifted herself up. She reached down and positioned Roger's erection directly under the lips of her pussy and slowly lowered herself onto it.

I watched as it disappeared into her cunt.

When his cock was all the way inside Sandra, Roger put his arms around her and slowly started to rock both of them back and forth.

Sandra laid her head on Roger's shoulder. They moved in a relaxed easy rhythm. They were obviously very familiar with each other as lovers. They both seemed to know that this was just a gentle prelude to the rowdy, untamed fucking that was coming.

As Sandra and Roger rocked back and forth, the tempo of their movement started to speed up. Their lust was growing.

Suddenly Roger picked Sandra up and rolled her onto the couch. She was on her knees. He got behind her. When Roger tried to mount Sandra she playfully leaned forward, trapped his cock between her feet and started to masturbate him. Sandra was giggling. She was having fun. She obviously enjoyed teasing Roger. 

Roger had other ideas. He wanted Sandra's pussy. At this moment, he wasn't interested in games. He forcefully pulled Sandra's feet apart, grabbed her by the waist and pushed his cock into her cunt.

Sandra looked at me and snickered. "Sissyboy, you would never have the balls to do that."

Roger fucked Sandra with long slow strokes. Her eyes were closed, she was panting. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of Sandra's cunt and flipped her over onto her back. 

Sandra once again grabbed Roger's cock between her feet. This was apparently a game that they played whenever they made love. I watched with envy as Sandra giggled while she teased her lover.

Roger once again pulled Sandra's feet apart so that he could continue fucking her. He wanted to satisfy his lust. He wasn't about to be deterred by her silly games. 

Sandra gasped when her powerful lover pinned her to the couch and plunged his cock back into her cunt. She bit her lower lip. She wasn't trying to torment me anymore. She was too excited to bother with me. 

Roger relentlessly drove his cock in and out of Sandra's cunt. She closed her eyes, wrapped her legs around Roger's back and lunged her hips forward to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

As I watched, I was overwhelmed with envy. Roger was an amazing lover. He was fucking Sandra with Herculean strength. This man was indeed a stud. It was very easy to understand why Sandra kept seeing him.

Sandra arched her back and started screaming. I smiled, my sweetheart was always very vocal when she had an orgasm. Roger ignored her cries of joy and kept pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. 

Gradually Sandra's orgasm subsided and she started to relax, but Roger wasn't about to let her rest. Suddenly, he stopped fucking Sandra and pulled his cock out or her cunt. 

Sandra sat up. She knew what was about to happen. So did I. Sandra loved to tell me about the way Roger liked to cum. She was generally giggling when she described it to me. She also enjoyed it.

Sandra grabbed Roger's cock and started stroking it with both hands. Roger grunted. Sandra squealed with delight as a large spurt of warm semen shot from the head of his penis and at hit the tip of her nose. 

As her lover continued to ejaculate on her face, Sandra looked over at me. She was giggling.

When Roger was done cumming Sandra wiggled her finger at me. "Come here Sissyboy. It's time for you to make yourself useful again. Roger left a nice little treat for you." 

Sandra lay back on the couch. Roger stood up and stepped away to give me room. I walked over and knelt down next to Sandra and obediently licked all of Roger's fresh semen off of her face.

Roger shook his head. "I don't fucking believe it." 

Sandra grinned at her lover and laughed. "Believe it baby. My little sissyboy will do anything I tell him to do. That includes licking up your cum."

When her face was clean Sandra pushed me away, stood up and put her arm around Roger's waist. 

She looked at me. "Speedy, we're done with you. Finish any chores you might have around here and go home. Roger and I are going to retire to his bedroom. We have a lot more fucking to do." 

She kissed Roger on the cheek. "Baby I am going to give you a night you will never forget." 

Sandra turned to go to the bedroom. 

Roger stopped her. "Sandra you can't leave him like that. He has to be incredibly horny after watching us. Aren't you going to at least jack him off?" 

Sandra laughed. "Hell no. I am going to let the little wimp suffer." 

Roger looked back at me and shrugged. "Well at least he can jack off when he gets home." 

Sandra snickered. "No he can't. I have the key for his cock cage in my purse. He's going to suffer all night long." 

Roger started to laugh. "Baby you are evil. I think I need to take you into the bedroom and teach you a lesson." 

Sandra kissed Roger. "Honey I am so ready for that. I want you to do your worst." She started to giggle. "You can punish me and force me to be your slut." 

Roger opened the bedroom door. "Sandra my dear, you are about to become my play toy." 

Just before she went into the bedroom, Sandra turned. When she saw that I was still standing in the living room she said, "What are you still doing here wimp. We're done with you. My lover and I are going into the bedroom now. He's going to spend the rest of the night fucking me. I don't need you anymore Sissyboy. Get the fuck out of here." 

I turned and walked out of Roger's apartment. As I closed the door I heard Sandra and her lover laughing. 

When I got to my car I sat for a moment before I put the keys in the ignition. I had to try to calm down. That was one of the most exciting things I'd ever done in my entire life. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 45



Note: This story is the forty-fifth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Tuesday morning I got up very early. This was the first time that I'd ever had to sleep while I was wearing my cock cage. It was a little hard to get used to it. 

I made myself some breakfast and did a little house cleaning. At 7:00 I sat down in the office and started to do some research for work. 

It was just after 8:00 when I heard Sandra's key in the lock. I got up and went into the living room to greet her. 

She was standing just inside the front door. I smiled at her. "Good morning." 

She was quiet. It seemed like she was studying me. Finally she said, "Stevie do you still love me?" 

I laughed, walked over to her, took her in my arms and hugged her. "Of course I do silly." 

She pressed her face against my cheek. "Really?" 

I nodded, "Really." I paused for a moment. "Now tell me, what's this all about?" 

"Last night, after Roger was done fucking me, I couldn't go to sleep. I was awake all night."

Sandra hugged me. "Stevie I'm so sorry. I've been just hateful to you lately." She stepped back. "Sweetheart last night I realized that I've been jealous and angry ever since Julie got to fuck you." She shook her head. "I don't know why, It doesn't make any sense. You had my permission to do it." She looked at me. "Stevie I fuck lots of guys and you never get jealous."

I smiled at her. "Sandra, it's okay. I knew this was bothering you. I understand."

"You do?'

I laughed. "Yes I do."

"Stevie your so wonderful and I've been so mean to you lately. Last night I was sure that you hated me." 

She started to cry. "Stevie I love you so much. I am sorry for everything. I sorry I made you cater Roger's party. I'm sorry I told you to get the fuck out last night. I'm sorry I made you go home wearing your chastity cage. I am sorry that I didn't give you a blow job before you left. I am sorry I didn't just come home with you."

She buried her face in her hands. "Yesterday before we left I didn't even bother tell you how much I love you. Stevie I always tell you that before I go out with another guy."

Sandra started to sob. I held her in my arms. When she was done crying I took out my handkerchief and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

I stepped back so that we could look at each other. "Sandra, I love you. I will always love you." I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face so that I could look into her eyes. "Sandra my love for you is unconditional. I don't care what you do to me. I don't care what happens now or in the future. I will always love you. There is nothing in the world that can change that. Please do not ever forget that. No matter what happens I will love you forever. Sweetheart, there is nothing that you could ever do that would make me hate you." 

Sandra put her arms around my waist. "Hold me Stevie, please just hold me for a little while." 

I put my arms around her again and held on to her. We stood like that for a very long time. We didn't say anything to each other. We didn't have to. 

Finally I whispered into Sandra's ear. "Sweetheart would you like some breakfast? I'll bet your hungry." 

She nodded. "Yes I am, but first I have to ask you something." 

I looked at her. "Okay?" 

"Stevie, would you like to fuck me? You can fuck me right now." She paused. "My pussy is probably pretty loose. Roger is really big. He really stretches me out when he fucks me. I might not be able to feel you...." 

Sandra stopped herself in mid sentence. She turned around and buried her face in her hands again. "I'm sorry Stevie. I don't know why I have to say stupid things like that. Baby I didn't mean to insult you." 

I put my hands on her shoulders and laughed. "Its okay. I am not insulted. Come on lets go fix you some breakfast. We can talk about this while I cook." 

Sandra turned around and faced me. Stevie last night while I was lying awake in bed, I promised myself that as soon as I got home this morning I was going to let you fuck me." 

I kissed her on her forehead and laughed. "And last night while I was lying in bed I promised myself that as soon as you got home this morning I was going to make you some breakfast. Let's take care of my promise first. We can discuss your promise while you're eating.

I made Sandra two slices of French toast. If you have been following this story you have probably figured out that this is her favorite breakfast. 

I set her breakfast out on the kitchen table and poured a cup of coffee for each of us. I sat at the table with her while she ate. 

I laughed as I watched her devour her French toast. "You and Roger obviously worked up an appetite after I left last night." 

Sandra stopped and looked at me. She had a nervous expression on her face. 

I took a sip of coffee. "Its okay sweetheart. "We can talk about this. I am your cuckold. I like the fact that you sleep with other men. Baby it's okay for you to tell me that Roger's huge cock stretched your pussy so much last night that if I tried to fuck you with my pathetic little clittie you probably wouldn't even know I was doing it." I laughed. "Sandra I love it when you tease me about things like that." 

Sandra sat quietly and listened to me. 

"Sandra I had fun last night. It was exciting when you told me to get the fuck out of Roger's apartment." I stopped. "If you remember, we both discussed how the evening would go well before we started the game." 

I took another sip of coffee. "Sandra we are playing a very emotional game. It's a game we both enjoy. I know that you love being dominant. The anticipation of the evening had you wildly aroused all day yesterday." I smiled at Sandra. "How many orgasms did you have during the past twenty-four hours?" 

She laughed. "I don't really know, a lot." 

"How many did you have with Roger last night. I saw one. I know you had more." I was smiling as I waited for her answer. 

She smiled back. "At least five more after you left." 

"You had fun didn't you?" 

"Yes," 

"I suspect that when your sexual excitement starts to subside, it becomes easier to start worrying; especially in the middle of the night. Yesterday was a very exciting day. You were on an emotional high all day long. When the evening finally ended, you had an emotional low and started to worry." I looked at her. "Does that make sense?" 

She nodded. "It does Stevie." She shook her head. "But I've been horrible to you for the past three days."

I smiled. "Yes you have."

"Stevie I'm sorry. I got so jealous when Julie got to fuck you and I didn't." She shook her head. "Even at the time I knew it didn't make any sense, but I couldn't help it. I just felt really bad. "

Sandra looked at me. "Stevie I want to feel you inside me just as much as Julie did."

Suddenly she got very quiet. After a moment she said, "Last night I also started to feel really bad that Roger gets to do things to me that you don't get to do." 

Sandra stopped to think for a moment. "When I started to understand that I felt bad because I was jealous of Julie, I realized that I must make you jealous all the time. Stevie, I love you. I don't want to make you miserable."

I reached out and grabbed Sandra's hand. "Let's start with this. Sandra Monroe I promise that I'll fuck you anytime you ask me."

Sandra started to giggle. "There's a lot of men willing to make that promise to me."

I laughed. "I know, but I think you need to hear it from me."

She nodded. "Thank you, you're right." Sandra thought for a moment. "I think you need to hear the same promise."

"It would be nice."

Sandra stared into my eyes. "Stevie Wagner, I promise to let you fuck me anytime you ask me."

I smiled at Sandra. "Thank you, that means a lot to me."

Sandra looked at me. "Stevie, why don't we just go do it?'

"Sandra, listen to me. "Last night I did feel bad when I watched you make love to Roger. I was both jealous and envious." 

I shrugged. Yes, sometimes it does hurt me that you give other men something that you deny me." I smiled. "That's also the heart of our dominant submissive relationship. That envy, that longing to have what you so freely give to other men is part of the pain that I enjoy in our relationship. I also think that you enjoy inflicting that pain. I think that we have to be very careful about what we do regarding intercourse. We maybe giving up something that we both really enjoy." 

I paused to think. "I also used to be Julie's cuckold slave, but that ended last Friday night. I think for Julie and I, having intercourse was the symbolic end to that relationship." 

I stopped. I was getting way too philosophical. "Sandra, I enjoyed last night. It was memorable. It was maybe the most sexually exciting night of my life. I want to continue being your submissive cuckold."

I stared into Sandra's eyes. "I want you to hold me to my vow of chastity while you continue to freely enjoy intercourse with as many men as you want." 

I took a deep breath. "I want you to torment me with that knowledge. I want you to enjoy making me as envious and jealous as you possibly can. Sandra, you are a sadist and I'm a masochist. We were born to be together." I laughed. "The meanest thing you could ever do to me is stop being mean to me."

I smiled at Sandra. "I am certain that someday the two of us will decide to have intercourse. When we do I will absolutely love it. Until that day, I choose to remain your sissy cuckold slave." 

Sandra got up, walked over and sat on my lap. "Are you sure?" 

I kissed her. "Yes, I am absolutely sure." I put my arms around Sandra. "When you were angry with me during the last three days, I was sad that we didn't get to cuddle at night, I missed your blow jobs when we were done playing and I felt bad when we both ate dinner alone."

Sandra held my hand. "I'm sorry Stevie. I feel bad that I did that."

"I know and we've talked about it now. It's behind us." I kissed Sandra's neck. "Your anger also made you do some very cruel things to me. I really enjoyed some of them."

Sandra raised her eyebrows. "Indeed, which ones?"

I laughed. "I guess you'll just have to experiment a little if you want to find out."

Sandra started giggling. "I have a very wicked side. I am capable of being much meaner to you." 

I took a deep breath. "Now that is something to look forward to." 

Sandra lifted my tee shirt, leaned over and viciously bit my nipple.

I winced. 

She grinned at me. "Did that hurt?" 

"Yes, a lot." 

"Good. You've made me feel much better. I want to play for awhile now." She stood up. "Slave, draw me a bath. My body is covered with my lover's dried semen." 

I stood up. "Sandra I would appreciate it if you would take off my cock cage." 

She shook her head. "Too bad sissyboy. I like having you locked up. It might be a really long time before I decide to free your pathetic little clittie." 

That was the beginning of a day of incredible domination, humiliation and degradation. 

We both had a wonderful time.

It was very late on Tuesday afternoon before Sandra and I finally got tired of playing our dominant submissive sex games. 

We were lying on the bed. Sandra had spent most of the previous hour riding my face. Both of us had lost track of the number of orgasms she'd experienced during the course of the day. It was almost like she was an insatiable nymph. 

I of course, had not been allowed any orgasms. My penis was still locked in its cage. 

Sandra got up from the bed. "Speedy, it's time to free your clittie ." 

She went into the bathroom and got a small basin of water, a bar of scented soap and a washcloth. She set those items down on the night table next to the bed and went into the living room to get the key for my chastity cage from her purse. 

When Sandra returned she sat down on the bed next to me. 

She smiled as she opened the padlock on my cage. "Stevie the past 24 hours have been incredibly exciting for me. Did you enjoy yourself?" 

I laughed. "Sandra, I had a wonderful time. " I paused. "I hope were not quite done yet." 

Sandra giggled as she removed the cage from my penis and balls. "Really? I feel very content and well satisfied. What did you have in mind?" 

I smiled at her. "I know this beautiful lady who gives wonderful blow jobs." 

Sandra picked up the wash cloth, dipped it in the basin of warm water, rubbed a little soap on it and washed my cock and balls. My tiny penis immediately sprang to attention. 

She giggled. "Look at this cute little thing of yours. It's so tiny. It reminds me of those miniature trees they raise in Japan. It looks like a real tree. It even works like a real tree." She took my penis in her fingers an wiggled it. "But its just a teenie weenie little thing." 

I sat up and poked Sandra's tummy. "I thought you were done being mean to me today." 

She poked me back and climbed on top of me. "Speedy I am never going to be done being mean to you." 

Sandra sat up so that she was straddling my hips. She grabbed my nipples with her fingers and twisted them. While she was doing this she lowered herself down until the tip of my penis was just barely touching the lips of her vagina. 

"Want to fuck me Speedy? All I have to do is sit down just a little bit more and your tiny cock will be inside my cunt. Would you like that baby? Would you like to fuck me just like the big man did last night?" She laughed. "You're not a big man are you? Your just a little sissyboy." She shook her head. "Too bad for you baby. My pussy has a permanent sign on it that says, for big men only. I guess we'll just have to find another way for you to cum." 

Sandra rolled off of me. She got up and went into the kitchen. She came back with a kitchen timer. "Lets play a game." She was still giggling. Sandra was having fun. "What is it that Brenda calls Bobby? Oh yes, I remember. She calls him Quickspurt." Sandra looked at me. "That kind of fits you to doesn't it Speedy." Sandra set the dial on the timer. "Okay Quickspurt, here are the rules. If you can keep from cumming for three minutes I'll suck your little pee pee for you. If you can't, well I guess my mouth also gets reserved for big men only." 

Sandra started the timer, picked up my cocklet and slowly started stroking it." 

I focused my attention. I thought about work, I tried naming all 32 NFL football teams. I was looking for anything that would keep my attention diverted from what Sandra was doing to my penis. 

One minute passed. Sandra took a firmer grip on my cock. 

I bit my lip and closed my eyes. 

Two minutes passed. 

Sandra started to massage my balls while she stroked me. 

Another 30 seconds passed. Sandra started to whisper, "Come on baby, you can do this. Focus sweetheart, control yourself." 

I held my breath and counted the seconds. 

The timer went off. Sandra carefully let go of my penis and smiled. It was clear that she really didn't want me to cum any more than I did. 

Sandra laid down next to me and kissed my ear. "You could never have done that 6 months ago. Stevie, you're getting so much better. I want you to get your composure back. I want to give you a really long blow job." She stopped. "That is, unless you want to fuck me." She giggled, "Rules were made to be broken" 

I pulled her on top of me, grabbed her nipples between my fingers and gave them a hard twist. 

"Ow, that fucking hurts." 

I laughed. "Do you think I don't know that?" 

Sandra started laughing. "You little wimp, I'm going to get you for that." 

She started tickling me. For the next several minutes we rolled around on the bed giggling while we tickled and pinched each other. Finally we collapsed in a ball of intertwined arms and legs. For a few moments we just laid on the bed and enjoyed the feel of each others naked bodies. 

Finally Sandra got up and pushed me over on the bed. "Baby I am going to kneel along side of you while I suck your cock. I want you to be able to play with my body while I give you your blow job." 

Sandra grabbed my erect penis with her fingers, leaned over and started to kiss it and lick it. Her ass and pussy were right next to my head. I reached over and started to play with her beautiful ass. This was the very first time that I had ever been allowed to freely fondle Sandra's body. I enjoyed it every bit as much as I enjoyed the blow job I was getting. 

I only lasted a few minutes. When my orgasm started Sandra kept my penis in her mouth. When I was done ejaculating she turned around and kissed me. As she kissed me she passed my cum into my mouth. "Swallow it for me baby." 

I happily did as I was told. 

We cuddled together on the bed for a long time. Finally we both realized we were hungry. I got up and made us some dinner. After dinner we turned on the television and sat on the couch together like an old married couple.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 46



Note: This story is the forty-sixth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Wednesday morning Sandra and I were eating breakfast by the pool. The telephone rang. I looked at my watch. It was 9:15. 

Sandra picked up the phone. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi Jules. How are you." 

Sandra listened for a minute. "Slow down baby. You're way to excited." 

Suddenly Sandra screamed. She took the telephone away from her ear. "Ricky asked Julie to marry him last night." 

I looked at Sandra. "Well did she say yes?" 

Sandra made a face at me. "Don't be silly, of course she said yes." 

Sandra put the telephone back to her ear. "Yes we would love to have you come over. We're dying to meet Ricky. Come right away; we'll put the coffee on." 

Sandra hung up the telephone and grinned at me. "Isn't this wonderful? Julie is getting married." She jumped up. "Stevie they're on their way over here; quick we have to pick up the house." 

I smiled at Sandra. "Baby, Julie used to live with us. She knows how our house looks." 

Sandra looked at me like I was an idiot. "Yes but Ricky doesn't. Hurry we want to make a good impression." 

I laughed as I picked up the breakfast dishes and brought them into the house.

It was just after 10:00 when the doorbell rang. Sandra and I both got up. 

Julie burst in as soon as Sandra opened the door. She hugged Sandra and they both jumped up and down screaming. They were excited. After a moment they settled down. Ricky was right behind Julie. He was about my size. He looked like he might be a little older than me, but not very much. He was nicely dressed in a pair of tan slacks and a golf shirt. 

Julie gently took his arm and led him into our house. "Stevie and Sandra I would like you to meet my fiancée Dr. Richard Norman. Ricky these are my best friends Stevie and Sandra." 

I stepped forward and extended my hand. "Hello Ricky, It's a pleasure to meet you."

He took my hand. "Stevie it is also a pleasure to meet you." He smiled. "Julie talks about you all the time. Your name is highly regarded in our house." 

I looked at him. "I hope that's not a problem for you." 

He shook his head. "No not at all. In fact I really appreciate everything you've done for her. Stevie If you hadn't pushed Julie to go to college we never would have met."

I smiled at Ricky. I liked this man. He was nice. Nice is a personality trait that is highly underrated as far as I am concerned. Smart, handsome, beautiful and witty are all very good but if someone is nice they're special. There simply aren't enough nice people in the world. 

Sandra took Ricky's arm. "Come in, let's sit in the living room." She was being a hostess. It was a skill she learned from Roger. 

Julie sat down on one end of the couch. When Ricky moved to sit next to her, Julie stopped him. "Excuse me, who gave you permission to sit on the couch?" 

Ricky looked around. He was obviously embarrassed. 

"Ricky, remember what I told you. We don't have any secrets in this house. These are friends who understand. It is perfectly okay to reveal our real relationship here." She smiled at him. "Now where is your proper place." 

Ricky bowed his head. "At your feet Mistress." 

"Very good Ricky, now get down on the floor." 

Sandra laughed and clapped her hands when she saw Ricky kneeling at Julie's feet. "Julie honey this is wonderful. You have a little slaveboy and it appears that you are doing a marvelous job of training him." 

Julie winked at Sandra and kicked off her shoes. She was wearing nylon stockings. "Footboy massage my feet." 

Ricky reverently picked up Julie's right foot and obediently began to massage her toes.

Sandra turned to me. "Sissyboy get some coffee for Mistress Julie and me." 

I bowed to Sandra. "Yes Mistress, right away." 

Sandra was socially very adept. That little command was intended to put Ricky at ease. Sandra was letting him know that in this house it was perfectly okay to be a submissive male. 

I went to the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee. I knew that both Sandra and Julie drank their coffee black so there was no need for cream and sugar. I put the two cups onto a silver tray and brought it into the living room. 

I served Julie and Sandra their coffee. When I was done I set the tray down and stood in front of Sandra waiting for instructions. I was deliberately being very submissive. 

Sandra nodded to me. "Sissyboy you may kneel at my feet." 

I did as I was told. Ricky and I were both now kneeling at our Mistresses feet. Sandra was wonderful. She just orchestrated a very nice demonstration of our dominant submissive lifestyle for Ricky.

Julie took a sip of coffee. "The wedding is going to be held on Saturday evening July 21. We don't have much money so we're getting married at Ricky's house." 

I waved my hand. "Julie, Sandra and I are your family. It's traditional that the brides family pays for the wedding, I think it's only proper that Sandra and I take care of your wedding expenses." 

Julie leaned forward on the couch. "Would you really do that Stevie?" 

I smiled. "Of course I would." 

Ricky looked at me. "Can you afford that Stevie?" 

I nodded. "Without any difficulty at all." 

Julie was getting excited. "Stevie, we wanted to have the wedding at St. James Congregational Church and the reception at the Calvert Hotel." 

"Is that where you'd like to have it?' 

Julie smiled. "Oh yes." 

"Are they available for that day?" 

"Yes they are." Julie paused. "Well they were two hours ago." 

"Go call right now." 

Julie looked at me. "Are you sure Stevie?" 

Sandra answered. "Yes he's sure Jules, come on lets go call the church." 

The girls grabbed the telephone book and started looking up numbers. They were both giggling while they fought over the pages. 

I turned to Ricky. "Hey Ricky, lets go out and sit by the pool." 

We went outside and sat down.

Ricky shook his head. "This is really nice Stevie. Are you sure you can afford this? It's going to be expensive." 

I smiled. "Don't worry, It's not going to be a problem." 

"In that case, I want to say thank you; this is going to mean a lot to Julie." 

"I know, that's why I want to do it. She hasn't had too many breaks in her life. She deserves to have a few good things happen to her." 

Ricky nodded. 

We didn't need to say anything else. We sat quietly for a few minutes. This made me like Ricky even more. There are people who are afraid of silence. Myself, I believe that if you don't have anything to say, there is nothing wrong with sitting quietly. Ricky seemed to understand that concept. 

After a little while, Ricky said, "Julie tells me that Sandra sleeps with other men." 

I smiled. This was a very direct question, but I didn't see any reason to be guarded with Ricky. "Yes, that's right." 

"Does it bother you?" 

"No actually it gets me excited." 

He nodded. He seemed to understand. After a moment he said, "Julie says you're Sandra's cuckold." 

I smiled. I loved Ricky's forthright approach. "Yes, that would be a true statement."

"I teach English Literature. I'm very familiar with the term." He looked at me. "It doesn't bother you when Sandra goes out with other men."

I shook my head. "No it doesn't. In fact, it's a central part of our dominant submissive relationship."

He thought for a moment. "That makes sense." 

He leaned forward. "Julie's slept with a lot of different men. I get excited when she tells me about them."

I smiled at Ricky. "Do you want to be Julie's cuckold?" 

He took a deep breath. "Yes, I think I do." 

"Have you told her?"

He shook his head. "No, it's not exactly easy to tell your fiancée that you wouldn't mind if she has sex with other men."

I nodded. "Yes, I understand that very well." 

We were both quiet. After a minute I said, "Would you like a suggestion?'

"Yes, very much."

"Tell her that it would be all right with you if she called Ray."

He smiled. "I know who Ray is." 

I shrugged. "Let her go out on a date. That would be a good place to start." 

"Stevie, would you ask her for me. I am very nervous about bringing this up. I've never been very smooth around women and this is very scary for me."

"All right. Everything is set. We have the church and the hotel." 

Ricky and I both turned. It was Sandra. Julie was right behind her. 

They sat down with us. 

Julie looked at me. "Stevie, Sandra is going to be my maid of honor. Will you escort me down the aisle and give me away?" 

I smiled. "Jules I would be honored." 

Sandra grinned. "Okay, We have a wedding. The date is Saturday July 21 at St. James Congregational Church. The reception is going to be held at the Calvert Hotel. Jules can I help you send out the invitations?" 

"Sandra, I would love that." 

For the next hour we chatted about the wedding plans. 

Finally Julie got up. "Ricky honey, we have to meet the minister at 2:30. We'd better be going." 

We all walked to the front door. As we were saying goodbye I said. "Jules, Ricky and I were talking a little earlier. He'd like it if you called Ray." 

Julie turned and stared at her fiancée. There was a long silence. Finally she asked, "Is that true baby?" 

Ricky timidly answered, "Yes." 

Julie slowly nodded her head. After a minute she smiled. "Well I might just have to do that." 

Julie looked at Sandra and me. "This appears to have turned into a very interesting visit." 

Sandra put her arms around Ricky. "Footboy, you are going to make a wonderful cuckold husband."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 47



Note: This story is the forty-seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

On Thursday evening Sandra and I Went to Baxter's for our usual weekly dinner with Brenda, Maddie, April, Bobbi and Mark. We both knew that it would never be the same without Julie, but sometimes you just have to accept change and move on. 

As we were getting dressed to go Sandra went to her dresser, took out my cock cage and brought it over to me. "I've decided that whenever you're in the presence of one of my lovers, your little toy wee wee should be properly caged." 

I bowed my head. "I understand Mistress." 

Sandra slipped the cage onto my cock and balls and locked it into place. "That's much better. Baxter's is filled with men. It's not a place where a little sissy wimp like you should be allowed to walk around with a free swinging dick." 

At Baxter's we had a nice dinner with our friends. All of the women agreed that it was appropriate that my clittie was locked up. While we were eating dinner they decided that from now on Bobby, Mark and I must always be properly caged when we're at Baxter's. 

After dinner Bobby, Mark and I retired to the bar while the girls picked their men for the evening. 

Sandra picked a man standing at the bar not too far from the three of us. He appeared to be in his early 50's. 

Of course to Sandra that's a big attraction, she loves older men. This gentleman, however, presented an additional attraction. He was huge. He must have been at least 6'6" tall and 300 lbs.. He wasn't fat. His 300 pounds were rock solid muscle. I smiled to myself. There was no way that my baby could resist this guy. 

It only took Sandra a few seconds to catch his eye and she had him sitting next to her at the table within minutes. 

I watched Sandra flirt. She really is quite amazing when she turns on her charm. 

It wasn't long before they moved to the dance floor. Sandra's gentleman was more than a foot taller than she was. When he wrapped his long powerful arms around Sandra and held her close, she pressed her face against his massive chest and closed her eyes. Sandra was obviously enjoying the sensation of being enveloped by his huge muscular body.

I watched with longing as they slowly swayed to the easy rhythm of the romantic ballad that was playing in the background.

They danced like this for several minutes. Finally Sandra stood on her tip toes and pulled him down to her so she could whisper into his ear. After listening for a moment her gentleman smiled and nodded to her. It was obvious that Sandra just invited him to go out to the parking lot and fuck.

Sandra took him by the hand and led him into the bar. 

They walked right up to me. Sandra was smiling. "Brad, this is my pussy husband Stevie. Stevie this is Brad. I need the keys to your car sissyboy. I am going to take Brad out to the parking lot and give him a blow job and then he's going to fuck me with his great big cock." 

As she said this Brad shook his head, gave out a low whistle and exclaimed, "Holy fuckin shit." 

Sandra turned to her new lover and laughed. "Don't worry baby, I party with lots of guys. The wimp here is used to it. He doesn't mind at all." She turned to me, "Isn't that right sissyboy." 

I bowed my head and nodded. "You may do whatever pleases you Sandra." 

Sandra laughed, "That's fucking right sweetheart." She turned and kissed Brad on the lips. "Right now, it pleases me to suck this big guy's dick." Sandra took Brad's hand. "Come on baby, let's go party." 

Sandra was gone for over an hour. Apparently, her gentleman was good. 

It was after 11:00 by the time they came back in the bar door. Once they were inside, Sandra stopped and kissed Brad. "Baby that was a lot of fun; I would love to see you again." 

Brad smiled at her, "How about tomorrow evening? I am not leaving to go home until Saturday afternoon. We could spend the whole night playing in my hotel room." 

Sandra grinned at him. "You have a date. What time should I be there?" 

"How about 7:00? We can have room service bring us dinner." 

Sandra laughed. "I hope they'll also bring us breakfast." 

Brad kissed Sandra one more time and left. 

As soon as he was gone, she came over to the bar and sat down next to me. 

I ordered her a diet coke. We drank and chatted with the others for a little while. Finally we decided it was time to go home. We were both tired. 

On the way home Sandra told me all about Brad. He was an insurance salesman. He was in town for a big conference put on by his company. He used to play professional football. When she told me his last name, I remembered him. He was a famous defensive end. 

Sandra shrugged when I told her that. She really didn't care. He had a big cock and he knew how to use it. That was all that mattered to her. 

When we got home, I undressed Sandra and gave her a quick bath. She took off my cock cage. We were both very tired. Neither of us felt like playing. Sandra gave me a quick hand job just to relieve any tension I might have been feeling. When she was done, I pulled the covers up over both of us. We snuggled up together and slept like babies.

At 5:00 Friday afternoon I made a nice snack for Sandra. I didn't want her to starve while she was waiting for her dinner with Brad. When she was done eating I helped her get ready for her date. 

At 6:30 Sandra finished applying the last touches to her makeup and stood up. "Well I guess I am ready." She looked at me. "Only one last detail to take care of before we leave." She winked at me. "You know what that is don't you sissyboy?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

"You know where I keep it, fetch it for me." 

I went to Sandra's dresser and retrieved my cock cage. As I handed it to Sandra she said, "Sissyboy, I really do think its better for you to be locked up while I am out on a date." She patted my head. "Baby while I am enjoying Brad's big cock tonight, I don't want to have to worry about whether or not you're controlling your urges while you're sitting at home." She laughed. "This way I know that all of your thoughts will be focused on imagining what Brad and I are doing in his hotel room." 

Sandra slipped the chastity device onto my little penis and locked it into place. She smiled at me as she dropped the key into her purse. 

"There, all set; pull your panties and your slacks back up and let's go." 

I was of course, chauffeuring Sandra to the hotel for her date. 

Sandra was obviously excited by the prospects of her evening with Brad. She raved about her lover during the entire trip downtown. By the time we pulled up to the front door of the hotel I was convinced that Brad was the sex king of the western world. 

When I stopped the car, Sandra leaned over and kissed me. "Goodnight sweetheart. I'll call you when its time to come and get me in the morning." 

"As she got out of the car I said, "I love you Sandra." 

She stopped, looked at me and smiled. "I'm sorry Stevie. I'm kind of excited." She stared into my eyes. "I love you to baby."

Sandra threw me a kiss, closed the car door and hurried into the hotel.

I stopped on my way home and did some shopping. It was almost 9:00 by the time I got back to the house. I hadn't had any supper, so I made myself a sandwich and a bowl of soup.

I turned on the television and watched the end of a baseball game while I ate my dinner. After I finished eating I cleaned up my dishes and sat down to watch the 10:00 news. 

The David Letterman Show was just starting when the telephone rang. I got up and answered it.

"Hello?" 

"Could I speak to Sandra Monroe please." It was a woman's voice.

"May I ask who's calling?" 

"This is her cousin Mary Anne. Is this Steven?"

"Yes." 

"Hello Steven. We met at your housewarming party last January. Steven I am sorry for calling so late. I need to talk to Sandra." 

I remembered her. Mary Anne and her husband Dale were a couple of real sticks. "Mary Anne, I'm sorry but Sandra's out for the evening." 

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Finally Mary Anne spoke. "It's almost 11:00 on Friday night and you're at home and Sandra is out?" 

I wasn't getting to like this woman any better. "Yes Mary Anne, Sandra is out with a friend." 

"Oh I know Sandra very well. Steven, I am sure that it's a very good friend." She paused. "I'll never understand people like you." 

I wanted to end this conversation. "Mary Anne what do you want?" 

"My mother called me. Her brother, Sandra's father, just went into the hospital. My mother asked me to try to contact Sandra." 

"Mary Anne, I can call Sandra on her cell phone. What's your telephone number? I'll have Sandra call you immediately." 

"Yes, that would be fine, she can call me. I'm at home with my husband." Mary Anne paused. "That's where every decent woman belongs at this time of night." She gave me her telephone number. "We will be up for at least another hour." 

"Thank you Mary Anne. I'll have Sandra call you right away." 

I hung up the telephone and dialed Sandra's cell phone. It rang five times before she answered it. She was obviously preoccupied." 

"Hello." Sandra was panting. I was pretty sure I knew what she was doing. 

"Sandra this is Stevie." 

"Hi honey. Hey this is really hot. I've never thought of talking to you on the telephone while I am with another guy. Baby I am fucking Brad right now. I am on top of him. Sweetheart his cock is so big; I can feel it way up in my tummy."

"Sandra listen to me. I didn't call to play around. Your cousin Mary Anne called. Your dad went into the hospital. You need to call Mary Anne right away." 

"My daddy's in the hospital? What happened?" 

"I don't know, you have to call Mary Anne. She didn't give me any details. I don't think she likes me very much." 

Sandra laughed. "That doesn't surprise me, Mary Anne doesn't like me very much either." 

"Sandra call Mary Anne and call me right back." 

"Okay, Thanks Stevie." She hung up. 

I turned on my computer. Sandra was probably going to want to go to Milwaukee. That's where her parents live. I started looking for early morning departures. I found a flight that left at 7:00 and got into Milwaukee at 8:05. I booked her a first class seat with an open ended return. 

When I finished with the airline ticket I went to the Hertz web site and rented a car for Sandra. I got her a small SUV. I thought it would be better than a flashy convertible. 

I was just printing her rental confirmation sheet when the telephone rang. It was Sandra. "Stevie, my daddy had a heart attack. He's in the hospital. They're going to do a by pass surgery tomorrow." 

"I'll come down and get you." 

"Okay, I'll just finish Brad off with a quick blow job. As soon as I am done I'll get dressed. By the time you get here, I'll be downstairs waiting for you. 

I pulled up in front of the hotel. Sandra was standing on the front steps talking to the doorman. As soon as she saw me, she ran down to the sidewalk. 

I parked by the curb. Sandra opened up the car door and jumped in. 

"Stevie this is awful. "I don't want my Daddy to die." 

I tried to reassure her. "Sandra he's in the hospital. I'm sure they're taking very good care of him. By pass surgery is a common procedure now. Your father is probably going to be just fine." 

She looked at me. "Are you sure Stevie?' 

I shook my head. "No baby I am not sure, but I think that's the most likely prognosis."

"I want to go see him." 

"I thought you would. I've already bought you a first class ticket on the 7:00 am flight to Milwaukee tomorrow morning." 

Sandra looked at me. "Stevie you're wonderful."

I smiled. "Anything for my baby."

Sandra snuggled up to me. We made the rest of the drive home in silence.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 48



Note: This story is the forty-eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

We were up early the next morning. Sandra didn't want to take any chances on missing her flight. We left for the airport at 4:30 am. 

Sandra was excited as we drove to the airport. "Stevie I haven't seen my mom and dad in seven years. I can't wait." 

She stopped for a moment. "I hope my daddy's okay." She looked at me. "Stevie he's a very simple man. There are only a few things that are important to him." 

She paused for a moment. "He's a devout Catholic. That's why he was so hurt when I had an abortion." 

She smiled. "He's studied his family genealogy. He can trace his ancestors back to the first colonists who came to Maryland with Lord Baltimore. They arrived in 1634. When I was growing up he always told me that the first Monroe's came here to escape religious persecution in England. He's very proud of that." 

She thought a little bit more. Stevie he's a cabinet maker. He's also very proud of the fact that his kitchen cabinets are in the finest homes in Milwaukee." 

I looked at her. "He sounds like a wonderful man Sandra." 

Sandra looked at me. "He is Stevie. I just wish..." She hesitated for a moment. "I just wish he would like me again." She shook her head. "Stevie I want to see him so badly." 

We pulled up in front of the airport. I got out of the car with Sandra. I took her overnight bag out of the backseat and handed it to her. She hugged me. "Thanks baby, I'll call you this afternoon and let you know what's happening." 

"Sandra your ticket has an open ended return. All you have to do is call the airlines and book a seat when you want to come home. If you want you can call me and I'll do that for you." I paused to think. "Oh I also rented a car for you. Go to the Hertz counter. It's in your name. Use your credit card. Don't buy the extra insurance, we have plenty." 

"Thanks Stevie. I love you." Sandra kissed me. 

"I love you to Sandra." 

She picked up her bag and walked into the airport.

When I got back home it was still only 5:30 in the morning. I didn't feel like going back to bed so I did some house work. 

At 12:00 I put on my bikini bottom and went out and laid by the pool. I feel asleep in the sun. 

I woke up just after 2:00. It took me a moment to realize that the telephone was ringing. 

I picked it up. 

It was Sandra. She was crying. "Stevie, my mom and I just had an awful argument." 

"Where are you now sweetheart?" 

"I am in my car. I'm driving downtown. My daddy had his surgery at 7:00 this morning. He's going to be okay. My mom won't let me see him. She says that they're afraid I'll upset him. Stevie my mom called me some terrible names. I want to come home." 

"Do you want me to call the airlines and get your return flight for you?" 

"Oh yes please, I would like that very much." 

"Sandra have you eaten any lunch?" 

"No honey, I haven't had time." 

"Listen, it's going to take me a few minutes to make all the arrangements. Find a cafe and get yourself a sandwich okay? I'll call you as soon as I've found you a seat on a flight home." 

"Okay Stevie." Sandra paused. "Stevie, thank you; I don't know what I would do without you." 

"Sweetheart, I don't know what I'd do without you either." 

"Stevie I love you." 

"I love you to babe, now go get yourself some lunch." 

She hung up. 

I logged onto the airlines web site. There was a flight home at 5:00 pm. There were two seats left in first class. I reserved one of them for Sandra. 

I called her back. 

She picked up her telephone on the first ring. "Hello?" 

"Hi Sandra. You're on the 5:00 pm flight. Did you get some lunch?" 

"I'm having a hamburger right now." 

"Good, finish eating and go to the airport." 

"I have to return the car Stevie." 

"Just go back to the Hertz lot. They have a van that will take you to the airport." 

"Okay Stevie." 

"Sandra I'll keep my cell phone on. If you have any problems call me. You should be at home and in our house by seven o'clock tonight." 

"Thanks Stevie. I love you. I'll see you soon." 

"I love you to. I'll be at the airport waiting for you. Call me when your plane lands." 

"Okay bye Stevie." 

After Sandra hung up, I thought about our conversation. It dawned on me that Sandra has been on her own since she was 18. Until she met me she was just scraping by financially. I smiled as I realized that this was very likely the first time that Sandra has ever flown on an airplane. It was certainly the first time that she ever had to do it on her own. The little things like how to return a rental car were completely foreign to her. 

I made a mental note to myself that as soon as her life settled down, we were going to take some nice vacations. It was time for Sandra and I to see the world.

Sandra's plane was due in just after 6:00 pm. The flight was on time.

Sandra stepped out onto the flight arrival pickup area just after 6:20. I pulled the Lincoln up next to her and got out. 

As soon as Sandra saw me she ran over, set down her bag and threw her arms around my neck. She was crying. "Stevie it was so awful. My mother got angry the moment she saw me." 

I took out my handkerchief and dried the tears off of her cheeks. "Come on baby, let's get into the car and go home." 

I opened the passenger door for Sandra. She got in. I picked up her bag, opened the trunk and threw it in. 

As soon as I got in on the drivers side, Sandra slid over and cuddled up next to me. 

We drove home in silence. I think that Sandra just needed to feel the security of my presence for a little while. 

When we got home we sat on the couch. Sandra told me about the confrontation with her mother. "Stevie, my mother was hateful to me. Mary Anne, her husband Dale and my aunt Julia were all there. They ganged up on me. It was awful." Sandra started crying. "Stevie my mother called me a whore."

I held Sandra in my arms and rocked her back and forth while she cried. 

Finally her tears slowed down. She looked up at me. "Stevie I was really hoping that my mom and dad would forgive me." She started to cry again. "Now she hates me more than ever." She looked at me. "Stevie I want my family to love me. I feel awful." 

I tried to soothe her. I told her over and over again that she had me. I kept telling her that I loved her and that she would always have me. I knew that it wasn't much consolation. I understood, I wanted my family back to, but I did finally get her to smile a little bit. 

Sandra kissed me and laughed. "Stevie would you make me some dinner? I'm really hungry and I would love a glass of wine." 

I smiled. It was good to hear her laugh. I stood up, took her hand and led her into the kitchen. I opened a bottle of merlot and prepared two steaks for the grill. 

Sandra sat on the patio and sipped wine while I cooked the steaks. 

After dinner we sat by the pool and talked quietly. It was midnight before we finally went to bed. 

When we got into bed we took turns making oral love to each other. As soon as both of us had an orgasm we cuddled up together and fell asleep.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 49



Note: This story is the forty-ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

The confrontation with her mother had a profound effect on Sandra. She became depressed. 

Big Dick Jason called on Sunday morning and asked if he could come over in the afternoon. Sandra politely turned him down. 

I called Jason back a little later and explained that Sandra's father was sick and she was very worried about him. Jason's a good guy, he understood. 

On Monday Sandra and Julie went shopping for bridal gowns. This seemed to cheer her up a little bit, but after dinner she became very somber again.

Tuesday Morning I had to go into the office for my regular meeting with the partners. When I got home Sandra was just hanging up the telephone. 

She walked over and kissed me. "Hi baby, how was your meeting?" 

"It was fine. All the hot projects are on hold right now. We spent the time discussing new possibilities." I paused. "Who was on the telephone?" 

"It was Roger. He has an important dinner on Friday night. He asked me if I would go with him." 

I was looking through the morning mail while we talked. I absently said, "I assume you're going." 

Sandra shook her head. "Stevie I don't want to go. I didn't know what to say to him. I said I wasn't sure. I made something up. I told him that you had an important dinner at work coming up and I was worried that it might be Friday night. I told him I had to make sure that you didn't need me with you that night. I promised Roger I'd call him back." Sandra took a deep breath. "Stevie I don't feel much like going out with other guys right now. I just want to be with you." 

I turned to Sandra. "Baby Roger is a very good friend. Be honest with him. He'll understand. Tell him about the problem with your mom and dad. He likes you a lot. I'm certain that he will be very supportive." I paused. "Sandra I think that you should go out with him Friday night. If this is an important meeting for him he needs you. You're his friend, you need to support him. If you don't want to spend the night and have sex, just tell him that. If Roger knows about the emotional confrontation that you just had with your mother he'll understand." 

Sandra looked at me. "Stevie you do understand me very well. I was feeling guilty about letting Roger down." She stopped. "Do you really think that I should tell him everything?" 

I shrugged. "What do you think? You know him better than I do." 

Sandra thought for a moment. "I think you're right. Roger is my friend. I should rely on him and he should be able to rely on me. I call him and talk to him." 

Sandra hugged me. "Stevie you always know just what to do."

Sandra called Roger back. They talked for almost an hour. I spent the time cleaning the basement. When Sandra was done she came down to see me. 

"You were right Stevie, Roger was very understanding. He listened to me for a long time. He was very sympathetic. Stevie he's a good friend. I am going to go to the dinner with him Friday night. He told me that if I want to go home right after the dinner rather than spend the night with him, He'd understand." 

Sandra kissed me. "Stevie Wagner you are really quite a remarkable man. You have wonderful insight into other people." 

The rest of the week was very quiet. 

Thursday we went to dinner at Baxters. After dinner Sandra sat next to me in the bar with Bobby and Mark. 

Several men approached us and tried to get Sandra to party with them. She had quite a reputation at Baxters. 

She gave each guy the same response. She put her arm around me and said, "No thank you, tonight I'm staying with my man." 

We left Baxters early. When we got home we went to bed and made love in our usual way.

Sandra and I spent most of the day Friday reading and relaxing by the pool. Every time I looked at Sandra I couldn't help noticing how beautiful and sexy she was. I was deeply in love with her.

The dinner party was scheduled to start at 7:30. Sandra told Roger that she would be at his apartment by 7:00. At 5:00 we went into the house so that we could start getting her ready for her evening out.

I gave Sandra a bath and dried her off. While she was getting dressed, I went into the kitchen and made her a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich. I knew that the dinners at these parties often ended up being served quite late. I didn't want my baby to starve." 

I brought Sandra's sandwich into the bedroom. She was just finished dressing. She looked beautiful but her outfit was a drastically different look for her. Usually she picked very sexy and revealing clothing. Tonight her outfit was very conservative.

Sandra sat down at her dressing table and ate her sandwich while she put on her makeup. 

"Stevie, these things usually end at about 10:30 or 11:00. I should be home no later than 11:30." 

"Would you like me to drive you tonight?" 

"No I'll take my car. That way you can go to sleep if you want." 

I laughed. "Sandra I guarantee you that I will be up waiting for you when you get home." 

She looked at me and smiled. "You're a sweet guy." 

Sandra looked at her watch. "Stevie it's time for me to go." 

I smiled at her. "You're going out with a lover. Don't we have one more detail to take care of?" 

Sandra looked at me. "Do you mean your cage?" 

"Yes aren't you worried that I'll be overcome by my urges while you're gone?" 

Sandra walked over to me and hugged me. "Baby ever since the confrontation with my mother, I don't really feel like partying with other guys. This isn't a date tonight. I am helping out a friend who needs me. Honey, the only cock I am going to suck tonight is yours." She kissed me. "When I get home, I guarantee you that I am going to do just that. Sweetheart, with that as a promise, I am pretty sure that you'll be able to control yourself until I come back to you." 

I walked Sandra out to her car and kissed her good bye. She got into her car and drove off. I watched as she disappeared around the corner.

I went back into the house. I was concerned about Sandra. It was obvious that she wasn't herself. 

The confrontation with her mother was tearing her apart. It was easy for me to understand why. Sandra, Julie and I had several long talks about our family backgrounds when we first got together. I knew that the strained relationship between Sandra and her parents was a major issue for her. She told both Julie and I that she desperately missed her mom and dad. One of her deepest wishes has always been to try to regain their good favor and rebuild a positive relationship with them. 

I think that when she went to Milwaukee, Sandra hoped that this family emergency might be the opening that would allow her to rebuild a new bond with her mother and father. The confrontation with her mother crushed those hopes and left her disheartened and demoralized. 

I went into the kitchen. I was hungry. I made myself some dinner. While I cooked, I continued to consider this problem. 

My first concern was Sandra's emotional state. She was depressed, but I understood that Sandra was a strong person. Her mood would pass with time. 

She also seemed to have lost interest in seeing other men. I shrugged to myself. That would most likely also pass with time. If it doesn't, that's her choice. I smiled to myself. At the beginning of our relationship I had to learn to accept Sandra's infidelity, now it was possible that I was going to have to learn to live without it. 

I thought some more. My real concern was Sandra's long term well being. This conflict exposed a deep heartache in Sandra. I couldn't fix things with her family, but I could offer her the security and companionship that comes with being a part of a family. 

As I sat down to eat my dinner, the answer suddenly became apparent to me. Sandra and I needed to get married. 

I immediately got excited. Sandra and I had planned to get married a long time ago. When we formed our threesome with Julie, we tabled that plan. Now Julie was getting married. There was nothing to stop us from doing the same thing. 

I was overjoyed as I ate my dinner. I was very happy that Sandra wasn't going to stay with Roger tonight. I couldn't wait until she got home so that I could propose to her. 

I finished my dinner and looked at the clock. It was only 8:15. I needed something to keep me busy so the time would pass quickly. I decided to wash and wax the kitchen floor. 

I got busy. Nothing passes time for me like hard work. I did a good job. It was almost 2 hours before I was done. 

As I was putting away my mop and pail, the telephone rang. 

I picked it up. "Hello?" 

"Stevie, this is Sandra. Baby I have the most wonderful news." 

I could hear a party going on in the background. 

"Stevie, Roger was named Dean of the University Law School this evening. Isn't that wonderful? I am so happy for him." 

"Sandra it sounds like there is a party going on there." 

"Oh there is sweetheart. Roger called a group of his friends. We're at his apartment. Everyone is drinking champagne. I'm already a little tipsy."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. I could hear somone talking to Sandra.

"Hey Stevie, Roger told me to thank you. That dinner you put on for him was actually the final interview. He says the University President and the Regents were very impressed that night."

"Tell him he's welcome. Sandra how soon are you coming home?" 

"Oh honey I'm sorry. I'm going to stay with Roger tonight. This is a really special night for him." She paused. "Stevie a little later on I am going to try to make it even more special for him." She started to giggle. "Baby tonight I am going to get to fuck the new Dean of The University Law School." 

Suddenly I heard lots of cheering in the background. 

"Stevie, Roger's going to make a speech. I have to go sweetheart. I'll see you in the morning." 

Sandra broke the connection. 

I sat down on the couch. Sandra seemed to be happy for the first time since the confrontation with her mother. This made me happy. The problem was, she was going to spend the night with Roger. This made me sad. I really wanted to see her tonight. I was so excited about proposing to her. I smiled to myself and shrugged. That's the disappointment that comes with being a cuckold. 

I took a shower and got into bed. I was tired. Even though I was disappointed, I still managed to fall asleep immediately.

I was up by 7:00 on Saturday morning. I couldn't wait for Sandra to get home. I was so excited about proposing to her. I just knew this was going to make her very happy. 

I made myself some breakfast and read the newspaper. I kept looking at the clock. Time was crawling along at a sluggish pace. I quickly realized that I had to get busy. 

I started by dusting and vacuuming the living room. That helped. I looked at the clock. It was now almost 9:00. Sandra could be home at any time. 

I went into the bathroom and scrubbed the bathtub and shower. When I was done, it was after 10:00. This was the usual time that Sandra would return from a night with Roger. I started to listen for her key in the door. 

I changed the sheets on the bed. That took about 15 minutes. There was still no sign of Sandra. 

I went into the kitchen and started to clean out the refrigerator. This was a good job. It kept me occupied, but I could still listen for Sandra. 

At 11:05 I heard her key in the door. 

I ran into the living room. Sandra came in the front door and stood still. There was a sad look on her face. 

"Hi sweetheart, what's wrong?" 

"Stevie, I have something I have to say to you." 

"Sandra I have something I want to say to you to. Let me go first. I think it'll make you very happy." 

Sandra shook her head. "No Stevie I have to say this right away." 

"Okay baby. What's wrong? Did something bad happen?" 

"Stevie please just listen to me for a minute." 

"All right, you have my full attention." 

"Stevie, Roger proposed to me this morning. He wants me to marry him." 

"Oh baby, now I understand why you're so sad. What did you say to him? It must have made you feel awful when you turned him down." 

I moved towards her. I tried to take Sandra in my arms and give her a hug. 

She put her hands out and stopped me. "Stevie listen to me. I didn't turn him down. I accepted his proposal. I'm going to marry Roger." 

I stopped and stared at Sandra. It felt like a dagger just got shoved into my chest. 

"I don't understand. I thought you loved me." 

"Stevie I do love you. I love you more than anyone in the entire world." 

"Then how can you marry Roger?" 

"Stevie Roger is going to be the Dean of the University Law School. If I marry him I become instantly respectable. My mom and dad will have to accept me." Sandra started to cry. "Stevie I want my daddy back." 

"Sandra we'll go to your parents. I'll talk to them. We can make them understand that we're respectable." 

"No Stevie we can't. They wouldn't even agree to see you. They think I'm a prostitute and they think you're my pimp." 

"How?" 

"Mary Anne told them. She saw our big house, our fancy cars, the expensive clothes and my jewelry. You don't appear to have to go to work. Mary Anne and I grew up together. She knows how much I like sex. She jumped to the conclusion that prostitution is the only way we could be financing a life style like this." Sandra buried here face in her hands. "Stevie, my daddy thinks I'm a whore." 

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say.

For a moment we both silently stared at each other. Finally I swallowed hard and said. "Sandra, look me in the eyes and tell me that you love Roger more than you love me." 

"Stevie I don't love Roger. I love you. Please understand that. I am going to have to learn to love him. Baby, I have to do this. It's my only choice. I want my family back."

She started to plead with me. "Please Stevie don't make this any harder than it already is." She stopped. Her voice got very quiet. "Roger is waiting for me in the car. I have to get some clean clothes. I am going to move in with him today." 

I sat in the living room while Sandra packed a bag. I was too stunned to say or do anything. 

She came out of the bedroom carrying a suitcase. "Stevie I'll come over on Tuesday while you're at work and get the rest of my things. I'll leave my car in the garage. I am already drafting the legal documents that return Julie's part of the house to you. I'll just add my name to those documents." She paused to think. "I'll tear up my credit cards. If you need me to sign any financial papers go through Julie. Roger doesn't want me to see you anymore." 

I looked up at her. "Sandra, please keep the car. It was a gift from me." 

"I don't know if Roger will let me keep it. I'll see. I would like to if I can. It would be nice if I could have one thing that came from you." 

As Sandra opened the door to leave, she turned and looked at me. "Stevie, I love you. I wish that it didn't have to be this way." 

I nodded. "I love you to Sandra."

She walked out the door. 

When she was gone I buried my face in my hands and started to cry. I cried all afternoon and deep into the night.

To be continued...



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 50



Note: This story is the fiftieth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

I was up early on Sunday morning. I felt pretty bad and just moped around the house. 

At 9:00 the doorbell rang. I opened the front door. It was Julie. 

"Stevie, Sandra called me last night and told me what happened. You must feel awful." 

I laughed. "You know Jules, it's kind of funny. Three weeks ago I had two wives; now I don't have any." 

Julie hugged me. "Oh baby, I am so sorry. I feel like I've deserted you when you really need me." She paused. "Would you like to live with Ricky and me? I could have two cuckolds. It would be just like it was when I lived with you and Sandra, only there would be two guys rather than two girls." She giggled. "You could lick my ass while Ricky kisses my feet." 

I smiled. It was the first time I'd smiled since I saw Sandra yesterday. "Thank you Jules, that's a pretty attractive offer." I winked at her. "You have a very kissable ass." 

She giggled some more. "I'm glad because I really like having it kissed." 

I shook my head. "No Jules, your offer is very kind but you're about to have something that you've wanted all your life. You have a man who's crazy about you. You're about to become a married woman. I don't want to interfere with that. I want you to marry Ricky." I stopped. "I still get to escort you down the aisle and give you away don't I?" 

Julie smiled. "Of course you do, I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else do that." She paused. "Will you be able to handle seeing Roger and Sandra together at the wedding?" 

I thought for a moment. "That's a good point Julie. It will be tough." I thought some more and shrugged. "I'll just have to get through it; nothing is going to make me miss your wedding." I laughed. "After all I am paying for it." I paused. "I don't think I should be seated at the head table with them during the reception. Having to make conversation with Roger and Sandra will be too awkward for all three of us. Put me at a table with Brenda and Bobby." 

Julie smiled. "That's a good idea." 

"Hey Jules, did you go out with Ray?" 

"Yes I did. It was wonderful. It felt so good to have a big cock in my pussy again." She smiled. "When I got home I made Ricky kneel on the floor and kiss and lick my feet while I described every detail to him. Stevie he got so excited that he actually came while he was kissing my toes." 

"Congratulations Sweetheart, I think you have a cuckold husband." 

She smiled. "I'm taking him to Baxter's on Thursday night. He's going to get his creamy kiss initiation." She stopped and frowned. "I wish that you and Sandra were still together so that you could be there to be part of it." She looked at me. "Why don't you come anyway, you could be Maddie's cuck." 

"I sighed, maybe someday in the future; I am just not ready for that right now. You guys keep enjoying Baxter's. I need a little time to put my life back together." 

I looked at Julie and started to cry. "Jules I just hurt really bad right now." 

Julie sat down next to me and put her arms around me. I cried for a long time while she held me. 

When I finally stopped crying, Julie kissed me. 

I smiled at her. "Thank you, I needed to do that." 

She held my hand. "Stevie are you going to be all right?"

"I nodded. "I may be a little wimp, but as you have so often pointed out, I'm one tough little wimp. I'll get through this."

Julie smiled. "Yes you will." She looked at the clock. "Baby I have to go. I'll come back to see you tomorrow." 

I patted her hand. "Julie, you're a good friend, thanks for giving me a shoulder to cry on."

Just after Julie left, Big Dick Jason called. He was worried about how Sandra was doing. I told him what happened. We talked for a long time. Jason was very supportive. He was becoming a very close friend. 

Brenda, Maddie, April, Mark and Bobby all took turns calling me during the afternoon. I suspect that Brenda orchestrated this. She had it set up so that I was talking to someone at least once an hour. 

When you're hurting it's nice to have friends.

Sunday night was lonely and depressing. The house was now too big and filled with too many memories. I had to get out of there. 

The first thing I did Monday morning was call Leon, my apartment building manager. 

"Good morning Leon. I need an apartment and I need it quick. What have you got available for me?" 

"Hi Stevie, what's up? I thought you and Sandra loved your big house."

"Leon we split up."

There was a pause, finally he said, "I'm sorry Stevie. I have one apartment that's vacant and ready to rent right now. It's in your old building." 

"It's not my old apartment is it?" 

"No that apartment is occupied. This one is a little larger. It's a two bedroom." 

"Great Leon, how soon can I move in?' 

"Like I said, it's ready to go. We were just going to start trying to rent it. You can move in this afternoon if you want." 

"This afternoon might be a little quick, but I'll probably move in over the next two or three days. Which apartment is it?" 

"Number 22" 

"Leave the keys in the building office, I'll try to stop by and pick them up this afternoon." 

My next task was to call Barry and put the house up for sale. My life had just taken a major change. During the middle of the night I decided that I needed to recognize that fact and take the necessary action to adapt to the changes. I might not be happy about what had just happened between Sandra and me, but I was wise enough to know that I couldn't change the situation. I had to move on or wallow in depression; moving on seemed to be a much better choice. 

Monday afternoon I went to the Lincoln dealership and sold the Town Car. My Ford Escape would serve my personal needs very well. On my way home I stopped off at the apartment building. I picked up the keys for my new apartment and went in a looked at it. It would do just fine. 

I got lots of telephone calls in the afternoon. Julie wanted to come over again. I knew that she was busy with the wedding and probably didn't have the time. I told her I was tired and wanted to take a nap. 

The last thing I did Monday afternoon was call a mover. They were available Wednesday afternoon. That fit my schedule very nicely. 

On Tuesday I went into work. I had my regular meeting with the partners. During the meeting, I told them that Sandra and I had split up and that I wanted to start coming into the office every day again. They agreed that it would be healthy for me to spend time around other people. 

When I got home on Tuesday afternoon I saw that Sandra had come over to get the rest of her things. 

She left me a note. 

Dear Stevie, 

I have everything that was mine. I left the jewelry. Roger decided that I could keep the car, but he won't let me have any jewelry that you bought for me. 

I felt very sad as I packed up my things. We had such a good time in this house. 

I called my brother Allen and told him about Roger and our marriage plans. My mother called me last night. It wasn't a very warm conversation, but we didn't yell at each other. I guess that's a positive step. 

I will never understand why I have to sacrifice the only man I will ever love in order to get my family back. It doesn't seem right. 

Stevie, I will always love you. 

Sandra 

I set the note back on the table, sat down and cried.

I moved into my new apartment on Wednesday afternoon. 

Thursday Brenda called me. "Hi Stevie, how are you doing? We're all so worried about you." 

"I'm doing okay Bren. How are you and Bobby doing?" 

"Oh were great. Maddie is making Bobby's life a complete hell. He loves every minute of it." 

I laughed. "Julie suggested that I call Maddie and ask her if I could be her cuck. I think I'm afraid of her." 

"I think that you should be afraid; Maddie takes being dominant to a whole new level." 

"Is Maddie still seeing Jamal?" 

"Oh yes, he's become her steady cock. They really like each other. They're constantly joking about which of them is kinkier. Jamal is going with us to Baxter's tonight. We promised him that he could join us in the bar after his parking lot party is over. He and Maddie agreed that they will always pair up with different people at Baxter's. They both love lots of variety." 

"Bren, Julie told me that she's bringing Ricky tonight." 

"Yes and all of us are excited about it. We get to have another creamy kiss initiation ceremony. We can't wait." She paused. "Stevie, why don't you join us tonight; we would love to see you." 

"Thanks Bren, but I am still a little too shaky to start doing that. I'm sure I eventually will join you, but I need some more time to heal before that happens." 

"I heard that you put the house up for sale. That must have made you feel awful" 

"Not really, it's just a house; losing Sandra is what makes me feel bad." 

"I understand. Hey I hear you're sitting with us at the wedding reception. That will be fun. We're all looking forward to seeing you." 

"I'm looking forward to seeing you guys to." 

"Stevie I have to go. If there is anything we can do for you just let us know okay?" 

"Brenda thanks for the call. I'll see you at the wedding." 

For the next several weeks I immersed myself in work and golf. Every morning I got up and went to work. After work I went to the golf course. I played golf until it got too dark to see. When I was done playing golf I went home and went to bed. 

It was a physically demanding schedule that kept me exhausted. It worked. I had very little time to feel sorry for myself.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 51



Note: This story is the fifty-first installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

It was Saturday July 21st, Julie's wedding day. Julie was lucky, she was blessed with a warm and sunny summer day.

Julie wanted a formal wedding and Ricky and I wanted her to have everything she ever dreamed about. This wedding was going to be one time in Julie's life when she got the very best. 

Ricky, his brother Jack and I all had to wear tuxedos. I picked mine up on Friday afternoon. 

Saturday I got to the church at 4:00. The wedding ceremony was scheduled to begin at 5:00. Sandra and Julie were in one of the Sunday school rooms getting ready. I noticed Roger was sitting by himself in the corner of the church sanctuary. I very carefully avoided him. 

I found Ricky. He introduced me to his brother Jack. He was just like Ricky. I liked him a lot. The three of us went outside, stood on the front steps of the church and talked. 

While we were chatting, Brenda, Bobby, Maddie, April and Mark all arrived. The women went straight back to the Sunday school room to find Sandra and Julie. The guys stood on the steps with Ricky, Jack and me. 

Mark and Bobby were the ushers. They didn't have a lot to do. There were only 20 guests. Julie and Ricky didn't have many relatives. 

At 4:55 Brenda came to get me. She took me back to the Sunday school room. Julie was in there. She was gorgeous. She was wearing a beautiful white lace wedding dress. 

Julie had actually worried about the fact that she wasn't supposed to wear white because she wasn't a virgin. I told her that if all brides actually followed that rule, they would only sell three white wedding dresses a year. I assured her that it would be perfectly okay with everyone at the wedding if she wore a white dress. 

At 5:00 pm sharp Julie and I stood at the back of the church. The organist started to play. I offered Julie my arm. As she took it she said, "I love you Stevie." I smiled at her and said, "I love you to Julie and you are an absolutely beautiful bride." 

She beamed at me as we started down the aisle. 

Everyone stood as we entered the church sanctuary. Sandra, Ricky and Jack were all waiting at the altar. As I escorted Julie down the aisle I looked at Sandra. She turned away as soon as our eyes met. 

When we reached the altar I gave Julie to Ricky and sat down next to Brenda. 

The wedding ceremony was my favorite kind, short and sweet. When it was over we all cheered while Ricky lifted Julie's veil and gave her a long passionate kiss. 

I know that many of you are probably disappointed that Julie's wedding was so very normal. I think it's important to understand that even dominant hot wives dream of weddings with beautiful white dresses, grooms in tuxedos, flowers and organ music. 

Everything has its place. There are times for outrageous sex and there are times for dreams and formal weddings. On Saturday evening July 21st it was time for Julie Gordon to realize the dream that she's had ever since she was a young girl. She got married in a church. She wore a beautiful white dress and all of her closest friends were there to cheer for her.

The wedding reception was held in the ballroom of the Calvert Hotel. We didn't need that much space but Julie wanted to hold the reception there so we did. 

Julie told me that when she was a teenager and things got really bad at home, she would take the bus downtown and go into the Calvert Hotel and walk around. She would pretend that she was a princess and the Calvert Hotel was her palace. It was like a fairy tale for her. 

Once I heard that story I would have gotten her the entire hotel if she'd asked for it. On her wedding night, Julie Gordon was going to be a princess and the Calvert Hotel was going to become her palace. 

The reception started at 6:30. We had an open bar and the liquor flowed freely. Everyone had a dinner choice of filet mignon or grilled salmon. The food was excellent. 

Julie and Ricky were seated at a small round table with Sandra, Roger and Ricky's older brother Jack. I was seated at a big round table with Brenda, Bobbi, Maddie, Jamal, April and Mark. 

After we finished dinner a DJ came out and started to play dance music. 

The Baxter's group was making full use of the open bar. The girls were getting pretty loose. Brenda and Maddie kept clinking their glasses so that Julie and Ricky would have to stand up and kiss. At one point when they were kissing Brenda jumped up and yelled, "Ricky show us how you really kiss her." 

Ricky dropped to his knees, picked up Julie's right foot, pulled her shoe off and kissed her toes. The whole party erupted into happy pandemonium. Everyone was cheering. 

Maddie jumped up and started to yell, "Show us some other places you kiss......" 

I grabbed Maddie and pulled her down into her chair. "Shhh, not everyone here is into our lifestyle" 

Maddie laughed. "Sorry Stevie, I kind of got carried away." 

I leaned over and kissed her. "Maddie I really like you when you get carried away. 

Maddie grabbed me and gave me a long French kiss. When she was done she grinned at me. "Baby I would love to get carried away with you." She paused and looked into my eyes. "Stevie I would love to teach you the meaning of the word respect." 

I laughed. "Maybe someday Maddie but not quite yet." 

She giggled. "I was kind of hoping we could slip off to the coat room together and have our first lesson tonight." She grabbed Jamal. "I guess I'll just have to satisfy my lust by sucking his big hard cock instead." 

Everyone at the table laughed. Suddenly Brenda stood up. "Excuse me, I have to go to the ladies room." 

I looked at the head table. Sandra was gone. I turned. She was also making her way to the ladies room. 

Brenda and Sandra were gone for about five minutes. When Brenda returned she sat down and looked at me. "Stevie in about two minutes I would like you to get up and go to the men's room. I'll meet you by the door." 

I nodded. After two minutes I got up and made my way to the rest room. Brenda joined me a minute later. 

"Stevie this is a letter from Sandra. Please take it into the men's room, go into a stall, sit down and read it. You'll understand why we're being so secretive when you read the letter." 

I went into the lavatory and sat down in one of the stalls. I opened Sandra's letter and started to read it. 

"Dear Stevie, 

I know that you have been trying to catch my eye all evening. I have been deliberately avoiding you. 

Roger has become insanely jealous of you. I have called out your name four times while he was fucking me. I suppose that he can also sense the depth of my love for you. He is watching me like a hawk. He has forbidden me to even look at you tonight. 

I think that I am also avoiding your gaze because I feel so guilty about what I have done to you. If it is any consolation, I am probably more miserable than you are. Every night after Roger goes to sleep I lie in bed and cry. Baby I miss you so much.

We went to see my mother and father last weekend. We arrived Saturday afternoon and left early Sunday morning. All four of us were very nervous. I never really had a chance to talk with my mom or my dad, but we didn't fight. I guess that's a start.

I saw that the house is for sale. When I get really sad I drive over, park in front of it and dream. Julie told me that you moved back into your old apartment building. I understand. The house must be a very difficult place for you. I drive by your apartment building a lot. I guess I am just hoping that I might catch a glimpse of you. 

Roger is going to announce our wedding date tonight. I tried to talk him out of doing it here in front of you. He wouldn't listen to me. I think he wants to try to make you miserable. I'm sorry sweetheart. 

Stevie I miss you so much. You will always be the love of my life. I wish that I didn't have to give you up. Baby please believe me, I desperately wish that I could find another way to get my family back. I just can't think of one. 

I imagine that you hate me now anyway. I don't blame you. I hate myself to. 

Stevie please remember that I will always love you. I will always love you more than any other person in the entire world. 

Sandra

I folded up Sandra's note and put it into my tuxedo pocket. I did not want to lose it. This note was going to be something that I would cherish for the rest of my life. 

I took out a pen, tore a blank page from the back of my pocket calendar and started to write. 

Dear Sandra 

I once told you that my love for you is unconditional. I still mean that. Sandra I could never hate you. I will love you no matter what happens. Baby I will always love you. 

Whenever you start to feel bad please remember that as long as I am alive, there is one person in this world who loves you. 

I miss you to. 

I am glad you were able to visit your mother and father. In the time since you left me I have thought about this a lot. If I was in your place and was suddenly presented with the opportunity to get my parents back, I might very well do exactly what you did. My mom and dad are both dead so it could never happen, still it helps me to understand the dilemma you are facing. 

Sandra I truly do love you. I once said to you in one of our kinky little ceremonies that your pleasure was all that mattered. 

I meant what I said then and I still mean it now. Knowing that you are repairing your relationship with your father and mother makes the pain that I am going through much easier.

Sandra please do not feel guilty about what you did to me. I have spent many hours thinking about this. If I could magically be transported back to that night we met at the party at Ty Cummings house, I would do exactly the same thing again. I would even do it with the full knowledge that I could only have you for ten months.

Sandra you gave me the best ten months of my life. I will be eternally grateful for the time we spent together.

This fall I plan to leave the country. I have never been to Europe. I would like to see London, Paris and Rome. I plan to be gone for several years.

If I am gone I believe it will make it easier for you to make the transition to loving Roger. Sandra I want you to be happy. If you are going to marry Roger, you must learn to love him and it is absolutely essential that you forget about me. 

Love,

Stevie 

I folded the note up into a small square and went back into the wedding reception. 

Everyone was having a good time. I found Brenda. She was talking with Maddie and April. I sat down next to her and slipped the note into her hand. 

She walked over to a spot near the bar, leaned against the wall and stared at Sandra. It wasn't long before she caught her eye. Neither of them made any sign of recognition. After a moment Sandra leaned over and whispered into Roger's ear. He nodded and she got up and walked to the lady's room. Roger glanced over at me. He was making sure that Sandra wasn't sneaking off to meet with me. 

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Brenda was also making her way to the ladies room. 

Brenda returned about five minutes later. She handed me a paper napkin. "Just set it on the table and read it." 

I opened the napkin and placed it on the table in front of me. In big letters it said, 

"Thank you so much, 

Love Sandra."

A few minutes later there was a commotion at the head table. Sandra, Julie, Ricky and Roger seemed to be arguing. 

Suddenly Roger stood up. "Everyone could I please have your attention." 

The DJ stopped the music. The room gradually grew quiet. 

"Most of you know that Sandra Monroe and I recently became engaged to be married. This evening I am proud to announce that we have set a date and a place for the wedding. The date is Saturday September 8th. The place is St. Jerome's Catholic Church on 25th Avenue. I would like all of you to know that on that day, in that church; Sandra Monroe will become my wife." 

There was some polite applause. Roger nodded to everyone and sat down. 

Brenda looked at me. "He's a real shit. He did that just to spite you." 

I smiled. "Give him a break. I think he's also having a hard time with all of this." I smiled. "I can't blame him for being in love with Sandra. I think she's pretty easy to love." 

Maddie laughed. "Stevie you're much too nice a guy. " 

I looked at Maddie. "I consider that the highest compliment that one person can give to another person. Maddie when I die I hope my tombstone reads, "He was a nice guy." 

She shook her head. "Stevie I think that's why everyone likes you so much." 

I smiled at her. 

The evening grew late. People started going home. My heart ached as I watched Sandra leave with Roger. 

I walked over and sat with Julie and Ricky. "Did you guys have a good time?" 

Julie was beaming. "Stevie it was every bit as wonderful as all of the weddings I ever imagined as a child." 

Ricky looked at me. "Stevie thank you very much for doing this; it meant a lot to Julie and me." 

"Hey I loved doing it. If you haven't noticed I am madly in love with your wife." 

Ricky smiled at me. "That makes two of us." 

I looked at both of them. "I am going to head home now. Julie you were a beautiful bride." 

"Thanks Stevie. I'll call you this week." 

"I would like that Jules, I always love talking to you." 

On my way out I ran into Brenda and the gang. 

"Stevie its only 11:00, were going to Baxter's for a nightcap. Want to join us?" 

I laughed and looked at the girls. "Don't try to fool me. You three are going over there looking for a late night fuck." 

April laughed. "You caught us Stevie." She grabbed my hand and took a more serious tone. "Stevie, its time for you to start rejoining the world. Why don't you come with us. You love sitting in the bar with Bobby and Mark." She gave me a wicked smile. "I'll take you into the ladies room and let you lick my ass." 

I grinned at the three women. "I am getting some wonderful invitations tonight. All of you are really good friends." 

I smiled at April. "Thank you for being concerned. I promise I'll join you in the very near future, but please excuse me tonight." 

April, Maddie and Brenda all kissed me. We said good night and went our separate ways. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 52



Note: This story is the fifty-second installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

I threw myself back into my daily regimen of work, golf and sleep. The time past quickly; I was slowly starting to heal. 

In the middle of August Julie called me. "Hey Stevie, I talked to Sandra. I got the scoop on her wedding. Want to hear it?" 

I laughed. "Sure Jules, what's the plan?" 

Julie stopped. "Oh Stevie, I am sorry. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this. Is this going to make you feel bad?" 

"No it's okay. I am pretty much resigned to the fact that Sandra's going to marry Roger." I paused. "Okay what's the scoop?" 

"Stevie they're going to have a tiny church wedding without any reception at all. Roger figured out that if they started inviting guests he'd have to invite the entire law school faculty and most of the University administration." Julie started laughing. "When the cheap bastard started to figure out how much this might cost he panicked." 

"No reception at all Julie?" 

"Not really, what they are going to do is wait until a month after the wedding and have an afternoon tea at the University." 

"I'll bet Sandra's disappointed." 

"Stevie, she's already so unhappy that I don't think that this makes much difference to her. The only thing she thinks about is getting her mom and dad to accept her again." 

"Are you and Ricky invited to the church wedding?" 

"Yes, but were just about the only guests. Sandra's mom and dad and her brother and his wife will be there. Roger's parents will be there. His brother is going to be his best man. I'm going to be Sandra's maid of honor." 

"I still can't believe there isn't going to be a reception." 

"Well there is going to be something Roger is trying to pass off as a reception." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Roger is planning to take all of us out to dinner at a restaurant." Julie laughed. "Knowing him it will probably be an all you can eat buffet." 

I laughed. It was easy for me to enjoy jokes about Roger. 

"How's your life going Jules?" 

"Stevie, I am so happy. Ricky is a wonderful husband." She paused. "How are you doing?" 

"I'm good Jules. I am working hard and playing lots of golf. If you see Bobby and Mark tell them that I'm down to a scratch handicap." 

"What does that mean Stevie?" 

"I started laughing. "Jules it means that when I play someone for money I had better play my best golf or I'm going to lose." 

She laughed. "That doesn't sound so good." 

"Don't worry, it also means I am playing really good golf right now." 

"Hey Stevie, Ricky has been taking golf lessons. Would you take him out to play sometime?" 

"I would love to Jules. I really like Ricky." 

"So do I. Hey Stevie I have to go. Take care of yourself okay. I love you." 

"I love you to Jules."

The summer was ending. On Labor Day Brenda, Bobby and Maddie had everyone over for a picnic. 

The following Saturday was September 8th. It was a day I was dreading. It was Sandra's wedding day. 

The week passed very slowly. When Saturday morning finally arrived, I got up before dawn and went to the golf course. I played 36 holes. It took me almost ten hours. By 4:00 pm I was exhausted. 

That was my plan. I wanted to wear myself out. I believed that it was the only way I was going to get through the day. 

It was just after 4:30 when I left the golf course. I stopped at a liquor store on my way home and bought a bottle of Johnny Walker Black. I planned to go home and get good and drunk. 

On my way home I realized that it was almost exactly a year since that wonderful night when I went to the party at Ty Cumming's town house. I will always remember the first time I saw Sandra. She was talking with a group of people on the other side of a crowded room. She was beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide when Sandra caught me staring at her, and I nearly went into shock when she walked up behind me and introduced herself.

That was the beginning of the most wonderful ten months of my life. Sandra, Julie and I had a magnificent time together. 

I looked at my watch. It was 5:00 pm; Sandra's wedding would just be starting. In my mind I could see her standing at the back of the church waiting for the organist to start playing the wedding march. I was certain she was a gorgeous bride. She would be beaming with happiness because her father was there waiting to escort her down the church aisle. 

I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building and got out of my SUV. I grabbed my bottle of scotch and my golf bag from the back and went into the building. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I failed to notice the red Thunderbird convertible that was parked on the other side of the lot. 

When I got to my apartment, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was dark. I'd left so early to go to the golf course that I'd neglected to open the curtains. I set my golf bag in the corner, put the scotch on the kitchen table and walked into the living room. 

As I was opening the living room drapes I thought I heard a voice. It was very quiet. I stopped and listened. I heard it again. "Stevie", someone was very quietly calling my name. 

I turned around and carefully searched the apartment with my eyes. I quickly found the source of the voice. 

Sandra was huddled on the floor in the far corner of my dining room. She was crying.

I walked over, picked Sandra up and hugged her. 

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be getting married right now. Where's your wedding dress?" 

Sandra pressed her face against my shoulder. "I don't want to marry Roger. Stevie I want to marry you." She was sniffling as she talked. 

I took Sandra's hand and led her to the couch. We sat down next to each other. I put my arm around her shoulder and she snuggled up to me. 

I took out my handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Tell me what happened." 

"I just couldn't do it. Stevie I don't love Roger, I love you." 

"What about your parents?" 

"I called them this morning and told them I was leaving Roger. They got mad at me and we argued." 

She shook her head. "Stevie if I have to choose between my family and you, I'm going to choose you. You make me so happy. I was sad the whole time I was with Roger. Stevie I just want to be with you." She sighed. "Maybe together you and I can find some way to make my parents accept us." 

She turned and looked at me. "Stevie do you hate me?" 

I smiled at her. "No Sandra, I don't hate you. You always made it clear that you left me for Roger because you thought you had no other choice. I may not have liked the decision you made, but I always understood why you made it." I sighed. "I also just happen to be madly in love with you. Sandra, I've told you before and I'll say it again now, I could never hate you." 

"Will you take me back?" 

I started laughing out loud. "Of course I will. Sandra, this is my dream come true. The only thing I want in this world is to be with you." 

Sandra threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Sweetheart thank you, I am so happy. I've missed you so very much." 

"So tell me what happened with the wedding." 

"I left Roger as soon as I got up this morning. Stevie I laid awake all last night. I knew that if I married Roger, I'd be miserable for the rest of my life. Stevie I was spending all of my time dreaming about you." 

She started crying again. I picked up my handkerchief and dried her tears. 

"Anyway, I got up really early this morning and wrote a long note to Roger while he was still asleep." She looked at me. "Stevie I was afraid of him. He has a mean temper. The other night he got so mad that he almost hit me." She paused to gather her thoughts. "In the note I told him that I didn't love him and I didn't want to marry him. I said I was sorry for leading him on, but I wasn't going to make a mistake that would ruin my life. I told him that he should cancel the wedding. I wasn't going to marry him, and I wouldn't be at the church at 5:00. I taped the note to the bathroom mirror and slipped out of the house. That was at 7:00 this morning." 

"So what did you do?" 

I started driving around. I tried to call you." she stopped. "Where were you today? I tried to call you every 15 minutes this morning." 

I smiled at her. "I was playing golf." 

She looked at me for a moment. Suddenly she balled her hand into a fist and punched me on my arm. "You son of a bitch! I needed you today in the worst way and you were playing golf?" 

I laughed. "Well I was under the impression that you were going to be spending the day marrying another man." 

She thought for a moment. "I suppose that is right." 

I smiled. "All right, tell me what happened next."

"After the first time I tried calling you I called my parents. My dad answered. I told him that I didn't love Roger and I couldn't marry him. I told him that I was only marrying Roger so they would like me again. He asked me if I was going back to you. I told him that I wanted to. I told him that I was hoping you would take me back. He asked me why I wanted to go back to a pimp. I told him that you weren't a pimp; I told him that you were a stock broker. He said he didn't believe me. He told me he was very disappointed in me. Stevie, he hung up on me." 

Sandra started to cry. "Baby my daddy still thinks I'm a whore." 

I hugged her. "Listen, you at least got to tell him that I'm a stock broker. Maybe we can find some way to get him to believe us." 

Sandra looked at me. "Do you really think we can?" 

"I don't know, but I promise you that we're going to try." 

She kissed me. "Stevie I am so glad that we're together again." 

I looked into her eyes. "So am I Sandra."

"So how did you get here?" 

I kept trying to call you, but you weren't home. I didn't want to go any where else. I just wanted to see you. I decided to drive over here and wait for you." 

"How did you get in?" 

"Leon your apartment manager let me in." 

"Leon let you in?" 

"Yes, last fall not long after Julie and I moved in with you, I was walking by the rental office. I saw Leon in there all by himself. I was feeling kind of horny and I didn't have anything better to do so I went in and gave him a blow job. When we were done he made me promise not to tell you. He was terrified that you were going to fire him. He really likes you Stevie." 

"He likes me, but he was still willing to accept a blowjob from you." 

Sandra laughed. "Give him a break baby. I came onto him pretty hard. He's a middle aged married man. I doubt he gets many blowjobs from young blondes." She paused. "Anyway ever since then he's done anything I asked him to do." 

I smiled. "I'll bet he has." I paused for a moment. "Have you talked to Roger at all today?" 

"No I am afraid to." 

"You are going to have to call him. I'll be right next to you. It'll be okay." I looked at her. "You haven't eaten today have you?" 

Sandra shook her head. "No I was too upset to think about food." 

"I'll bet you're starving." 

She smiled at me. "Will you make me something to eat?' 

"I would love to." 

I haven't even had breakfast yet. Would you make me some French toast? I have really missed waking up in the morning and having you make French toast for me." 

"Sandra my dear, at this moment nothing would make me happier than making French toast for you." I stood up and took her hand. "Come into the kitchen with me. We can talk while I cook." 

I was just taking the eggs out of the refrigerator when we heard an awful banging on the apartment door.

"Sandra, open the door. I know you're in there. I saw your car in the parking lot." 

It was Roger. He sounded very angry. 

Sandra looked at me. "Stevie don't let him in. He'll hurt us." 

I smiled at Sandra, "No he won't. Don't worry I won't let him hurt you." I looked at her. "Sandra we're going to have to face him some time. We might as well get it over with right now." 

I walked over to the door and opened it. Roger stormed in. "Get out of my way you little shit." 

He brushed by me. "Come on bitch, you're leaving with me right now." 

"Leave her alone!" It was my most commanding voice. 

Roger turned to me. "What are you going to do about it?" He paused, "Sissyboy." 

I looked at Sandra. "Pick up the telephone. Get ready to dial 911." 

I turned back to Roger. "You probably are capable of beating me up, but I doubt you can do it before Sandra calls the police." I smiled at him. "When the police come I am going to be sure that the newspapers hear about it. Domestic disputes involving the new dean of the University law school make excellent front page news." 

Roger stared at me. "You wouldn't dare?" 

I smiled at him. "Try me." 

He thought for a moment. "Okay, you stopped me, but Sandra can still leave with me if she wants to." 

I nodded. "Absolutely, I've never stopped Sandra from doing anything she wants to do." 

I turned to her. "Sandra, do you want to leave with Roger?" 

She walked over to me and put her arm around my waist. "Roger I told you in my note that I'm sorry I led you on. I never should have agreed to marry you. I love Stevie. I'm going to stay with him." 

Roger glared at her. "Listen to me bitch. I'm going to make you pay for this. I am going to sue you for breach of promise and I guarantee you that your chances of graduating from the law school are now nonexistent." 

I stared at Roger. "I'm sure that you are a formidable lawyer and I am certain that you now wield substantial power at the law school, but I think you should consider how I'm going to respond before you decide to carry out your threats." 

He looked at me, "What now wimp?" 

"I'll start by calling Jason Mathews. He's my attorney." 

Roger raised his eyebrows. "How do you have an attorney of the caliber of Jason Mathews?" 

"He happens to be a close friend of both Sandra and me." 

He laughed. "Do you have any idea how much an attorney like Jason Mathews costs?" 

"Yes I do, and it doesn't matter to me. My accountant just told me that my current net worth is just slightly over 17 million dollars and I guarantee you that I am willing to spend every penny of it on this battle." I paused. "Roger I may be a little shit, but I am very good at making money." 

He sneered at me. "I don't care. You'll waste a fortune. You don't have a legal leg to stand on." 

"Really, is that a fact? I may not be a fancy legal expert like you, but I do know something about the sexual harassment laws in this state. Help me out Dr. Franklin. I think they clearly address the issue of people in positions of power, such as college professors, seducing people in subordinate positions, such as students." 

Roger's face started to turn pale. 

"Now we might not win the legal battle, but we will certainly create enough of a stink to insure that it gets into the newspapers. How do you think the University will feel when they discover their new law school dean is in the middle of a sordid sexual harassment suit?" 

Roger was starting to sweat. 

"By the time the newspapers get done with you, your reputation will be so smeared that the only job you'll be able to get in this town is working as a personal care assistant for a 500 lb. invalid who can't wipe his own ass." 

It was now my turn to glare at Roger. "You are not going to file any legal action against either Sandra, myself or anyone connected with us in anyway. You are also not going to interfere with Sandra's law school education. If you do we are going to counter with our own legal action. Do you understand this?' 

Roger was silent. 

I raised my voice. "Do you understand this?" 

Roger stared at me for a moment. Finally he nodded. "Yes." 

I smiled. "Good, now you are going to apologize to Sandra for calling her a bitch." 

Roger looked at me. There was pure venom in his eyes. 

I turned to Sandra. "Baby hand me the telephone." I looked back at Roger. "You have one chance. It is offered now. It will never be offered again. You can apologize and leave. If you do not do it in the next minute, I am going to call Jason Mathews and bring the hounds of hell down on you." I paused. "Roger understand this, I am hoping that you refuse. Right now ruining you would give me a tremendous amount of personal satisfaction." 

I started looking at my watch. 

"You're bluffing." 

"You have 45 seconds left." 

Roger looked like he was going to explode. 

"You have 30 seconds left." 

Roger bit his lip. "Sandra I am sorry I called you a bitch." 

Sandra looked at him. "Roger I once looked up to you, but living with you for two months taught me that you are a mean and cruel man." She smiled. "Get the fuck out of our house." 

Roger turned to leave. As he was walking out I said, "Roger, I maybe a submissive little sissy, but I am one tough submissive little sissy. Nobody hurts my woman. Don't forget to close the door behind you when you leave." 

After Roger left Sandra turned to me. "Stevie is Big Dick Jason really our attorney?" 

I laughed. "Yes sweetheart, he most certainly is and he's also a very good friend." 

We went back into the kitchen and I finished cooking our breakfast. It was actually now almost 7:30 in the evening, but Sandra still wanted breakfast so we were having breakfast. 

We sat at the table and ate. While we were eating I thought back to that awful morning when Sandra told me she was leaving me for Roger. 

"Sandra do you remember the morning you came home and told me that you were going to marry Roger?" 

Sandra looked at me like a hurt puppy. "Baby I will never forgive myself for doing that to you. I don't know what was going through my head. Please forgive me." 

I put up my hand. "You're already forgiven. That's water over the damn. No sweetheart, I'm wondering if you remember that I also had something I wanted to say to you?" 

Sandra shook her head. "I am sorry baby, I really don't. I was so focused on myself at that time that I don't actually remember anything you said." 

I smiled. "It's okay." 

Sandra reached over and held my hand. "Stevie please tell me. I am listening now." 

"I'm going to. I just have to build up my courage again." I took a deep breath. "Sandra will you marry me?" 

Sandra set her fork down and stared at me, "Stevie do you really mean that?" 

"Yes, of course I do." 

"Even after the awful way I treated you?" 

"I told you, you're already forgiven." 

Sandra jumped up, ran around the table, grabbed me and started yelling, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

Suddenly she paused and looked at me. Her voice got very quiet. "Stevie for the past month I was so miserable that I couldn't sleep at night. After Roger would go to sleep I would lie in bed and cry. The only way I could stop crying was to try to imagine how wonderful it would be if I was marrying you rather than Roger." 

She sighed, "I'd feel good for a little while, then I'd remember that I not only wasn't marrying you, I'd probably never even get to see you again." She shook her head. "The tears would come right back." 

Sandra stared into my eyes. "Steven Wagner marrying you would make me the happiest woman in the world." She kissed me and immediately started crying. 

I pulled Sandra on to my lap, held her in my arms and let her cry. When she was done crying I took out my handkerchief, dried her tears and whispered to her, "Would you like a big wedding in a church like the one Julie had?" 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 52



She looked at me with big eyes and said, "Yes please, I would like that very much."

Sandra laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I gently stroked her hair. We sat like that for a long time. 

Sandra finally sat up. "Stevie when can we get married?"

I grinned at her, "Whenever you want. Tomorrow you should call Julie and start making plans." 

Sandra smiled. "I can't wait to tell her."

While we were cleaning up the dishes the telephone rang. I answered it. It was Julie. 

"Hi Jules." 

"Hi Stevie is Sandra with you?" 

"She was here waiting for me when I got back from the golf course."

"Is she okay?"

"Yes Julie, she's just fine. She's safe and she's happy." 

"That's a relief. Are you guys working things out?" 

"Julie we're back together again." 

I heard Julie scream and yell, "Hey Ricky, they really are back together again''. I waited until she calmed down. 

"You can call everyone and give them the news." 

"I will. Hey Stevie have you talked to Roger yet?" 

"Oh yes, he was here about an hour ago. We had a nasty confrontation in my living room." 

"Is he going to make trouble for you?" 

"Let's just say we reached a nice agreement with him. If he doesn't bother us, we won't bother him." 

Sandra laughed when she heard me say that.

I held the phone and looked at Sandra. "Do you want to talk Julie?"

She shook her head. "Tell her I'll call her in the morning."

I nodded and put the phone back to my ear. "Listen Jules were having a quiet reunion tonight." 

"I understand, I'll let you go so you can be with Sandra." 

"Thanks Jules, I thought you'd understand. Sandra will call you in the morning. She can tell you everything." 

"Good night Stevie, Hey I am really glad that the two of you are back together again." 

"Good night Jules. Thank you, were really happy to." 

After I hung up the telephone we finished cleaning the kitchen. When we were done we went into the living room. I sat on the couch. Sandra sat on my lap, put her arms around my neck and hugged me. 

While she was hugging me she asked, "Stevie would you fuck me tonight?" 

I looked at her. 

"You once promised me that you'd fuck me anytime I asked you. Well Stevie I am asking. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes I'm sure. Stevie when I was lying awake at night crying, one of the things that I cried about was that I never got to feel you inside of me." she paused. "I know that we put it off because of our sex game, but I don't care anymore. Stevie you could be killed in a car accident tomorrow. I don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering what it feels like to be fucked by the man I love." 

Sandra stood up and took my hand. "Come on baby, we're going into the bedroom." 

Sandra sat on the edge of the bed. "Stevie tonight you're my stud and I'm going to be your fuck toy. You can do anything you want to me."

She patted a spot next to her on the bed. "Baby sit down right here beside me."

As soon as I sat down Sandra picked up my hand and held it between both of her hands. "Stevie when I was lying awake in Roger's bed I would get so sad when I remembered that I let other men do things to me that I never let you do to me. That is never again going to be true. After tonight I want to know that you've enjoyed me in every way we can possibly imagine."

Sandra undressed me. She did it slowly and lovingly. When I was naked she fluffed up the pillows at the head of the bed. "Stevie, I want you to lie back and enjoy yourself.

I could tell that this was very important to Sandra. It was also apparent that she had this well planned. I decided to just go with the flow. I pushed myself back on the bed so my head was resting on the pillows and did my best to relax.

Sandra smiled. "That's right baby, I want you to get nice and comfortable so you can have a good time."

Sandra walked over to the CD player on my dresser. She quickly flipped through several CD's, selected one and put it into the player. 

A rhythm and blues song started playing. 

She looked at me. "When I'm with a special lover, I always like to begin by doing a slow strip tease for him.

Sandra started moving to the easy rhythm of the music. As I watched her, I remembered how envious I was the night I saw her dance for Roger. Now she was dancing for me. 

I loved my role as a submissive masochistic cuckold. I savored the pain I felt when Sandra cruelly denied me the pleasures she freely gave other men. Deep inside me I understood that I was born to be Sandra's slave. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to return to that role; but as I watched Sandra dance I realized that tonight was going to be an experience I would remember forever.

Sandra methodically removed her jeans, tee shirt and panties. 

As soon as she was naked, she climbed on top of me and straddled my hips. She picked up my hands and placed one on each of her breasts. "I want you to play with my nipples while I feel you entering me for the very first time. I know you're going to cum quickly. Don't worry sweetheart, it will be okay. I know exactly how to get you hard again. You're going to fuck me several times tonight. Each time you'll be able to last longer."

Sandra leered at me. "After Julie's wedding I stopped letting Roger fuck me. Stevie I haven't had any cock in over a month. I am so ready for you."

We both held our breath as Sandra lowered herself onto my tiny erection. When I was all the way inside her we looked at each other. 

Sandra grinned at me. "Stevie I spent the last month dreaming about this moment. I didn't believe that it would ever really happen, but now it has. I don't think that I could ever be happier than I am right now."

She giggled. "Let's make you cum." 

Sandra slowly started to rock back and forth on my cock. 

I tried all of the tricks that Julie and Sandra taught me to delay my ejaculation, but none them worked. I was just too excited. I came immediately.

Sandra closed her eyes and smiled when she realized I was cumming inside her. 

When I was done ejaculating Sandra leaned forward and kissed me. My tiny penis immediately slipped out of her cunt. I suspected that this was a miscalculation on her part. She was used to big cocked lovers who were capable of staying inside her when she leaned forward.

It was obvious that she didn't care. After she kissed me she smiled and said, "Stevie a wonderful dream just came true." She giggled. "And now I want to make it come true again and again and again."

I laughed. "I don't know if I have three more agains in me."

Sandra gave me a quick kiss. "Wanna bet?"

I slowly shook my head. "No way, that would be a bet I'd want to lose."

Sandra reached down to my crotch and started massaging my flaccid penis. "Time to get back to work studman."

I sat up, rolled Sandra on to her back and positioned myself between her legs. 

When she realized I was getting ready to lick her pussy she protested. "No Stevie, not tonight. Tonight I'm going to do all the work and your going to get all the pleasure."

I shook my head. "No Sandra when you turn a submissive cuckold into a stud you get the universal lover."

She started laughing. "Are you telling me that you're the renaissance stud?"

I nodded. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Okay Leonardo, but turn around. I want to play with your cute little dick while you lick my pussy."

I turned around. Sandra immediately started massaging my crotch.

I leaned forward and kissed her pussy. 

Sandra moaned with pleasure. "Stevie you cannot imagine how much I've missed this."

I laughed. "Oh yes I can, I've been completely celibate since you left."

"Well then, I guess we'd better get to work."

We fucked for almost three hours. I did manage to get four erections and cum four times that night. We lost track of the number of orgasms that Sandra had. After the first hour order completely broke down. Sandra sat on my face and I licked her asshole. She sucked my cock and licked my balls. She even tried to lick my ass. I stopped her. I eventually wanted her to go back to being a dominant hot wife. We had to keep something sacred." 

We finally exhausted ourselves. We were both spent and worn out, but we weren't yet ready to sleep. 

We got up. I found a tee shirt and a pair of panties for both of us. As soon as we had clothes on we went out to the living room and sat on the couch. I opened a bottle of red wine and made us a snack of cheese and crackers. We talked for the rest of the night. It was after 4:00 am by the time we finally went to bed. 

We were together again. Both of us were very happy. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 53



Note: This story is the fifty-third installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Sunday morning we got up at 10:00. It wasn't enough sleep for either of us, but we were both so excited about being together again that neither of us wanted to waste time sleeping. 

I made breakfast for us and we sat at the table eating and talking. 

"Stevie Is the house sold?" 

"I haven't seen any offers; so no it can't be."

"Could we move back there?" 

"I would love that. I'll call Barry this morning and take it off the market." 

Sandra looked at me. She was thinking about something. 

"What's on your mind sweetheart?" 

"Stevie it's a big house." She paused, "You remember when we first bought the house we liked it because it had two big fancy bedrooms?" 

"Sure, one was going to be for us and one was going to be for Julie. When Julie started sleeping with us we decided we didn't need two separate bedrooms. That's why we turned one into the playpen." 

Sandra gave me a sly little smile. "Baby it seems like a waste of a very nice bedroom doesn't it?" 

I looked at Sandra. "I think I understand what you're thinking." 

"Could they? It would be so much fun." 

"We have to see if they want to." 

"Julie will want to; I'm sure of it." 

Of course Sandra was asking if Julie and Ricky could come and live with us in the house at 1211 Oak Grove Drive. 

"Why don't you call Julie and Ricky and invite them to come over. I'm sure she's at home waiting to hear from you." 

"I'll call her right now." 

Sandra called Julie while I washed the breakfast dishes. 

As I was finishing the dishes Sandra came into the kitchen. 

"Put a fresh pot of coffee on and go get dressed. They're on their way over." 

I made the coffee and went into the bedroom. Sandra was sitting on the bed. She had a gloomy look on her face. 

"What's the matter baby?" 

"Stevie almost all of my clothes are at Roger's. I only packed a little bag yesterday morning. All I have is some clean underwear and my family photo album." 

"Is there anything in his apartment that you can't live without?" 

"Not really. The only jewelry I care about are the pieces you gave me and Roger wouldn't let me take those." She looked at me. "Did you sell them?" 

I smiled, "No sweetheart, I didn't. They're in my dresser drawer. I guess I was hoping that you would still get them some day." 

She smiled at me. "You're so wonderful." She thought for a minute." There's nothing at Roger's that I absolutely have to have, but Stevie, I don't have any clothes." 

I laughed. "I guess you'll just have to run around the house naked." 

She jumped up and pushed me. "Oh you would just love that." 

I leered at her. "Yes I would." I smiled. "Still we probably should find you something to wear. Why don't you and Julie take my credit card and go on a shopping spree this afternoon. Julie can buy three or four new outfits and you can buy a whole new wardrobe." 

"Can we afford that?' 

"Yes, the stock market was very good to us this past summer. Sandra we keep getting wealthier and wealthier." 

"Really?" 

"Yes the number I threw at Roger yesterday was a minimal estimate of our assets. I seem to have a real touch for finding lucrative investments and Bobby is an outstanding accountant. I make the money and he helps us hang on to it." I smiled. "I've also been investing money for Brenda and Bobby. Now they're also wealthy." 

"Sandra laughed. "This is like a little fairy tale." 

Just then the door bell rang.

Sandra opened the door. Julie rushed in, threw her arms around Sandra and hugged her. "I am so glad that you guys are back together." 

Ricky walked up to me and patted my shoulder. "I'm really happy for you Stevie. I know how much you missed Sandra." 

"Thanks Ricky. Hey everybody come in, let's sit at the dining room table. I'll get some coffee." 

While everyone sat down I went into the kitchen and got the coffee pot and four cups. 

As I poured the coffee for everyone, Julie said, "Okay tell me everything." 

Sandra smiled. "Lets wait just a bit. Stevie and I have several things to talk to you guys about. Jules I am hoping that you and I will get to spend the afternoon shopping. We can do a lot of gossiping then." 

Julie looked at Sandra with a puzzled expression. "Shopping? I don't understand." 

Sandra leaned forward. "I don't have any clothes to wear. They're all at Roger's and I am not going back there. Stevie is giving us his credit card and sending us to the mall. I get to buy a whole new wardrobe and he says you can buy 4 or 5 new outfits for yourself." 

I thought to myself that I was pretty sure I said 3 or 4 but that's Sandra. Actually it was just fine with me. Both of us loved Julie so much that we would give her anything. 

Julie clapped her hands together. "A shopping trip where we get to buy lots of clothes; how could I possibly pass that up." She turned to Ricky. "What will you do this afternoon sweetheart? I don't want to leave you alone on Sunday afternoon." 

I stepped in. "How about if Ricky and I spend the afternoon at the golf course?" 

Julie looked at her husband. "Would you like that baby?' 

Ricky nodded. "Yes I'd like that very much." He turned to me. "Are you sure you want to take me with you? I am just learning. I am pretty bad." 

I laughed. "Yes I would love your company. We will just go out and knock the ball around a little bit, no pressure. It will be fun." 

Sandra said, "Okay then that's settled. You guys are going to the golf course and Julie and I will go shopping." 

She turned to me. "I think it's time for you to present our proposition" 

I nodded and turned to Ricky and Julie. "None of us have much family. Julie and I don't have any family. Ricky you have one brother who lives in another state and we all know about Sandra's problems with her family." I paused to let that thought sink in. "When Jules lived with us, the three of us thought of ourselves as a family." 

Julie nodded. "It was really nice. I miss it." She turned to Ricky. "Baby don't get me wrong, I really love living with you, but I also loved living with Sandra and Stevie." 

"Well Julie how would the two of you feel about doing both?' 

Julie looked at me. "I don't understand Stevie." 

"We're moving back into the house tomorrow. We want the two of you to come and live with us. We'll remodel the playpen and turn it back into a bedroom for you." 

Julie jumped up and screamed "Yes!" Suddenly she caught herself and looked at Ricky. "Baby what do you think?" 

Ricky shook his head. "It sounds really interesting, but I'm not sure." He turned to me. "Stevie, a professor at a community college doesn't make much money. That's a really expensive house. I don't think Julie and I can afford our share." 

I took a moment to think about how I was going to respond. This was going to be touchy. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Ricky's feelings. 

I looked at Ricky. "I'm very good at making money. Julie tells me that you excel at teaching young people to write. Would you be willing to let each of us do our jobs and take pride in what we do? 

Ricky looked at me. "I am not sure I understand you." 

"I've made a fortune in the last two years. You don't need to pay any money. You can live in the house for free. Ricky I don't want to injure your pride so I am trying to be careful about how I say this." 

I paused. "I have enough money for all of us. We can all live together and be rich. I'll pay everyone's expenses. I kind of envision it as a four person commune. We all have jobs. Your job is to educate college students. Julie's job is to graduate from college. Sandra's job is to finish law school. My job is to do stock market research." 

I shrugged. "It just so happens that my job is incredibly lucrative, but it's not as good for the world as yours is. I don't educate anyone. I just make rich people richer. If you let me support everyone financially it will give me a feeling of pride that I don't get from my job. I envy the satisfaction that you must get from seeing people like Julie blossom into scholars. It would really please me to know that in a small way I am helping you help college kids learn to write." 

Ricky smiled at me. "You put that very nicely Stevie." He paused. "We might have to work at this a little bit, but I think it would be a lot of fun to try." 

Julie and Sandra both screamed, "Yes!" and jumped up and hugged each other. 

Ricky looked at me and laughed. "I guess that pretty much sums it all up right there. When can we start moving in?" 

Sandra looked at Ricky. "There is one more detail that you might want to consider."

Ricky looked at her. "What's that?" 

"In this household you and Stevie will be our slaves. The two of you will do all of the housework and cooking. Julie and I will be your Mistresses." 

Ricky looked at Sandra and Julie and bowed his head. "Mistresses, how may I serve you?" 

Both of them started laughing. Julie threw her arms around Ricky. "Baby, I love you so much."

Julie sat down again. "I have a request to make." She looked at Sandra. "Do you remember Dallas Long?" 

"Yes, isn't he that over the road trucker you knew from the cafe?" 

"That's right. He called me yesterday. He'll be in town tomorrow night." 

Sandra smiled. "Wasn't he the guy who was so kinky?' 

Julie smiled back. "Yes that's him. He's really fun to party with." 

Sandra asked. "Are you going to see him?" 

"You bet your sweet ass I am. He is almost as big as big dick Jason." 

"Julie honey, you're going to have fun tomorrow night." 

"I am, but I want Ricky to have a good time to." 

Sandra looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" 

Julie smiled at Ricky. "My baby loves hearing about all the wild things that you and I have done. His favorite story is the big orgy at the house at the beginning of the summer. It's not all the fucking that gets Ricky hot, it's what we did with the cucks at the beginning of the party." 

She looked at her husband and pointed at the floor next to her chair. "Footboy, kneel." 

Ricky got up and dropped to his knees at Julie's feet. Julie lifted her right foot, kicked her shoe off and pushed her toes into Ricky's face. "Footboy, kiss me while I talk with Mistress Sandra." 

Julie looked at us. "He absolutely loves the part where we lead the cucks into the living room on their leashes. He really regrets missing that." 

She leaned forward and patted Ricky on the head while he kissed her foot. "My little baby is such an obedient slave. I'd like to reward him." She smiled. "I told Dallas all about this fantasy. He went wild. He wants to act it out. He said he would love to fuck me in front of Ricky and we can play all the kinky games we want while he's doing it." 

Sandra looked at Julie. "So how does this relate to us?" 

"Sandra, you know very well that humiliation is so much more fun when there's an audience." 

Sandra nodded. "This does sound like it will be fun." She looked at Ricky. "Footboy, is this what you want?" 

Ricky grinned at Sandra. "Yes Mistress Sandra I would like it very much." 

Sandra smiled at Julie. "We have a lot of planning to do this afternoon."

Ricky and I had a wonderful time at the golf course. Ricky wasn't very good, but neither of us really cared. It was just fun to be outside hitting a golf ball with a friend. We got back to my apartment about 5:30. The girls were already home when we got there. 

They were in the bedroom trying on clothes. The girls were excited about their new outfits. Ricky and I were subjected to a mandatory thirty minute fashion show. We both enjoyed it, although we mostly enjoyed watching the girls run around in their underwear between changes. Ricky and I later agreed that both of us are destined to become lecherous old men. 

The four of us had a nice dinner together. After dinner Sandra told Julie that she was exhausted. Julie picked up the hint, grabbed her husband and headed for home. 

Sandra and I really were tired. The previous 24 hours had been emotionally very taxing. We decided to go to bed early. 

As we were getting into bed Sandra looked at me. "Stevie, how much of our old life do you want to go back to?" 

"I don't understand what you're asking me." 

"Do you still want me to dominate you? She looked at the floor. "Stevie I am just really happy that you took me back. Baby you can have me any way you want me. Over the last month I started to realize just what a special man you are. If you want I'll try to be faithful to you. I'll even be your submissive wife. Just tell me what you want; I'll do anything to be with you." 

I smiled at Sandra. "I want you to be who you are. I am in love with Sandra Monroe. I want you to be Sandra Monroe." I paused and looked at her. "Does the thought of dominating me still get you excited?" 

Sandra blushed. "Yes, very much. I really like it a lot." 

"Well I really like it when you are dominant. I guess your first question gets a big yes." I took a deep breath. "Do you really think that you can remain faithful to me?" 

Sandra stared at me. After a moment she said, "I'm willing to try really hard if you want me to." 

"Do you want to remain faithful to me?" 

Sandra thought for a moment. "Stevie I am afraid to answer that question." 

I was confused about what she was telling me. I decided to try to help her a little bit. "What if I tell you that I like it when you cuckold me? What if I were to ask you to cuckold me?" 

"Would you really do that? After the way I treated you?" 

Suddenly I understood what was bothering Sandra. "Sweetheart, do you feel like you have to give up partying with other men as a punishment because you left me for Roger?" 

Sandra stared at the floor. "Sort of, I mean yes, I guess so." 

I took her in my arms. "I want to go back to our old life. You don't need to be punished. I understand why you did what you did." 

She looked at me. "Stevie somehow I have to make amends to you for what I did." 

"You feel guilty right?" 

Sandra started to cry. "I feel so guilty. I was so stupid to leave you for Roger." 

"What if you just make it up to me by loving me for the rest of your life?" I smiled at her. "That's all I need from you." 

"You already have that." 

"I know. So I guess your debt is paid isn't it?" 

Sandra started to talk. I stopped her. "When you're ready I want you to start partying with other guys again. Sandra I like being a cuckold." 

Sandra kissed me. "Stevie I love you so much. I promise you that I will love you for the rest of my life." She grinned at me. "Want to go to Baxter's on Thursday?" 

I hugged Sandra. "I can't imagine anything that would be more fun." 

Sandra whispered into my ear. "Stevie will you fuck me again. I'll start denying it to you soon, but I really want to feel you inside me again tonight." 

I kissed Sandra hard on the lips. As I kissed her I slipped my hand between her legs. She was already wet. Sandra moaned as I started to massage her pussy. 

We fucked and sucked and licked each other for over an hour. When we were done we lay in the bed and quietly cuddled each other. 

After a few moments, Sandra rolled on to her side and sat up. "Tomorrow night when Dallas is here do you just want to be an observer or do you want to be a cuck slave like Ricky?" She winked at me. "Julie and I have a very hot scene planned for him. We're going to be really nasty." 

I thought for a moment. "This is his first time doing this. I think that it will be easier for him if he has a companion in pain and humiliation. I'll be a cuck slave." I kissed Sandra's cheek. "I am already looking forward to it."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 54



Note: This story is the fifty-fourth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Monday morning I called Barry and took the house off of the market.

When I moved out and put the house up for sale, I left almost all of the furniture behind. That made it much easier for us to move back in. 

Sandra and I each packed up a bag of clothes. We were at the house by 11:00. Julie and Ricky arrived just before noon. 

The fall quarter for both the law school and at the community college didn't start until next Monday so we still had a little time to make the transition back to living in the house. 

As soon as he walked in, Ricky walked up to me. "Congratulations Stevie, I understand that you're getting married next month." 

I laughed. "Thank you Ricky, but it appears that you know more about this than I do." 

I turned to Sandra.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry baby, I'm so focused on trying to repair our relationship that I'm forgetting to tell you some really important things." She walked over and hugged me. "I guess I am afraid to even believe that we're actually getting married." 

I grinned at her. "It's okay, keep talking with Julie. Call Brenda and tell her. They'll get you excited and they'll help you with the planning. Just remember to tell me when I am supposed to show up at the church." 

Sandra stared at me. "Stevie are you really going to marry me?: 

I laughed. "Yes Sandra I am." 

I looked at Julie. "You're friend over here is having some real problems with coping with the guilt she feels about leaving me. Talk some sense into her would you?" 

Julie walked over and grabbed Sandra's hand. "Come on baby were going to see Brenda. She'll get you straightened out." 

As they were leaving Julie turned to us. There was a big smile on her face. Julie loved Ricky and me so much that it was very hard for her to be ruthlessly dominant with us.

Still she was trying to put together a hot scene for her baby, so she did her best. "Slaves get this house cleaned up." She paused. "Dallas likes steak. He has a good appetite. I expect that he will be served a large porterhouse. Sandra and I will have filet mignon. We will be eating in the dining room. You will provide a full formal dinner. My lover will be here at 6:30. I expect that everything will be perfect. Mistakes will not be tolerated. Sandra and I will be back by 5:00. Stevie you will be responsible for bathing both of us. Ricky you will be giving each of us pedicures. We will be expecting special attention from both of you tonight." 

She stopped, pulled down her shorts and bent over. "Boys come over here and give me a goodbye kiss." 

Ricky dropped to his knees behind Julie, spread the cheeks of her ass and kissed her asshole. When he was done she stood up and turned to Ricky. "Very good, now go kiss Sandra good by." 

Ricky and Sandra both looked at me. I smiled and nodded my approval. Sandra pulled her shorts down and bent over. Ricky again got on his knees. He was much more tentative when he kissed Sandra's ass. 

Sandra giggled. "Come on Footboy, you can do better than that. I want to feel a little tongue back there." 

We all laughed as we watched Ricky lick Sandra's asshole. 

When he was done Julie looked at me. "Sissyboy, why are you still standing?" " 

I turned to Ricky. He smiled and nodded in approval. I got on my knees and kissed Julie's ass. When I was done I went over and kissed Sandra's ass." 

Julie is very smart. That one little interchange did more to relax and define the relationship between the four of us than anything else we might have done. 

She was also right about taking Sandra to see Brenda. Brenda was the wise experienced woman of our group. She would know just what to say to Sandra and Sandra would listen to her.

Sandra and Julie returned home at 4:30. They immediately put us to work . It wasn't as though we'd wasted the afternoon. The house was clean and we'd put together an outstanding steak dinner. The girls both simply wanted personal slaves. 

Julie looked at us. "Slaves strip, we want you naked when you serve us." 

Ricky and I took our clothes off. When we were done we began attending to our mistresses. 

I started by filling the bathtub and bathing Julie. This was of course something I'd done many times before and we both enjoyed it very much. 

While I was giving Julie her bath I looked out into our bedroom. Sandra was sitting on our bed. She was naked. Ricky was on his knees kissing and licking her feet. They appeared to be having a lot of fun. It made me smile. 

As soon as I finished bathing Julie, I dried her off. After she went into the bedroom I drew a fresh bath for Sandra. 

While I was bathing Sandra I glanced at Ricky and Julie. He was on his knees holding her panties for her so she could step into them. I smiled to myself, life in our house was going to be a lot of fun. 

When I finished bathing Sandra she stepped out of the tub. As soon as she was dry we went into the bedroom. Julie was sitting on the bed. Ricky was on his knees giving her a pedicure. 

Ricky finished Julie's pedicure while I helped Sandra put on her lingerie. 

When Ricky was done caring for Julies feet she stood up. Sandra took her place on the edge of the bed. Ricky started her pedicure while I attended to Julie as she finished dressing in a micro skirt and sheer blouse. 

When Julie was dressed she patted my head. "Sissyboy go attend to the dinner preparations. Footboy can finish in here. 

She sat down at her old dressing table and started to apply her makeup while Ricky finished attending to Sandra's feet. 

I went out onto the patio and set three places at the table. Sandra, Julie and Julie's lover Dallas would be the only ones allowed to dine at the table this evening. 

When the table was properly set I went into the kitchen and started making Caesar salads. I made five. Ricky and I might not be allowed to eat at the table but we would still get a very nice dinner. We'd just have to eat at the slaves table in the kitchen.

As I was seasoning the steaks, Sandra came into the kitchen. She put her arms around my waist and hugged me. "Are you having fun baby?" 

I turned and looked at her. "Sandra in the last 48 hours you've come home to me, Julie and Ricky have moved in with us and we're about to spend the evening playing a wonderful sex game." I smiled at her. "My life couldn't get any better." 

She held on to me. "I am so glad." She paused. "Is it okay that Ricky touches me?" 

I smiled. "Yes In fact, I think you should make him eat your pussy and ass tonight." 

She giggled, "Oh I like that plan." She stopped. "Are you sure your okay with that?" 

"Yes I'm sure. I think that the four of us should be very open with each other." 

Sandra smiled at me. "Baby I think that our life is about to become really fun." She kissed me and whispered into my ear. "It's time for you to get dressed." 

Sandra took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. Ricky was sitting on the bed. Julie was putting a cock cage on him. 

"Hey Ricky, when did you get your cage?" 

Julie looked up at me. "It was a wedding present from Maddie." 

"Now why isn't that a surprise." 

Sandra grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed. "Sit down little man. It's time to lock up your clittie." 

Sandra slipped my cage into place and locked it. She put the key into her old dresser and pulled out my pale yellow cropped tee shirt and crotchless panties from the big summer orgy. 

"Here you are Speedy. We want you in full uniform tonight." 

I looked over at Ricky. He had a similar outfit, but his color was a very light violet. 

We both put on our uniforms. When we were done, Sandra went back to her dresser and pulled out my dog collar and leash. 

At the same time Julie reached into her travel bag and pulled out a similar dog collar and leash. 

She turned to me. "This was also a wedding gift from Maddie." She giggled. "Would you like to see the other gift she gave us?" 

I rolled my eyes. "I can't wait." 

Sandra pinched me. " I already know what it is. I would be very careful with the sarcasm Mr. Sissyboy." 

Julie pulled a riding crop out of her bag. It made a loud crack as she hit the headboard of the bed with it. 

Sandra started laughing. "That looks like it would be a lot more fun than a hair brush." She leered at me. "Don't you agree Mr. Sissyboy?" She laughed some more. "I'll bet I could really turn your ass cheeks red with that little toy." 

I shook my head. "Life just keeps getting better and better." 

Sandra kissed me. At the same time she reached under my tee shirt, grabbed my nipple and gave it a vicious twist. "I hope that your still not being sarcastic. Sarcasm will be dealt with quickly and without mercy. Do you understand Speedy?" 

I laughed. "Very clearly Mistress De Sade." 

Sandra raised her eyebrows and turned to Julie. "Jules I think that was more sarcasm don't you?' 

Julie nodded. "I do believe that was a most defiant act of sarcasm. Sandra it would appear to me that you have a slave who is testing your authority." She tossed Sandra the riding crop. "I think that Speedy is asking for a little correction." 

Sandra set the riding crop on the bed and put my dog collar around my neck. She attached the leash to the collar, picked up the riding crop and gave the leash a firm tug. "Come Sissyboy." 

I stood up. 

Sandra snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. "Sissyboy get on your knees!"

I got on all fours. Sandra gave the leash another tug. "Sissyboy heel." 

Sandra was treating me like I was a pet dog.

She led me over to a large overstuffed chair. She pulled me up and shoved me over the arm of the chair so that my feet were on the floor and my face was in the seat of the chair. My ass was now in a most vulnerable position. 

Sandra slowly walked around the chair. As she walked she lightly tapped the palm of her hand with the tip of the whip. "Sissyboy you will remain in this position until I'm done with you. If you attempt to get up or change your position in anyway it will simply increase the number of strokes that you will receive from the riding crop." 

Both Julie and Ricky were watching. Julie pointed the to the floor next to her. "Footboy kneel down and kiss my feet while we watch Speedy receive his punishment." 

As soon as Ricky was on his knees, Sandra stopped walking and stared at me. She was breathing very quickly. She was obviously excited. "Sissyboy you are being punished for taking a sarcastic tone with your Mistress. I gave you repeated warnings. You failed to heed them. You must be disciplined." 

Sandra pulled my panties down to my knees and raised the riding crop. 

I closed my eyes and waited.

Whack! Sandra hit my ass hard. I winced. It hurt. Whack! she hit me again. 

"Ow! that hurts." 

Julie laughed. "It's supposed to Speedy. You're being punished." 

Whack! Sandra hit me again. This time after she hit me she asked, "Sissyboy do you promise to never again take a sarcastic tone with your Mistress?" 

I remained silent. 

Whack! Whack! Sandra hit me twice more. 

On the second stroke Sandra hit me very hard. I grunted. The leather loop on the end of the riding crop inflicts excruciating pain when it strikes. 

Whack! Whack! Sandra hit me two more times. Tears were running down my cheeks. I bit my lower lip. "Please Mistress don't hit me any more." 

"Sissyboy swear that you will never again take a sarcastic tone with your Mistress."

"I swear Mistress."

"You swear what Sissyboy?"

I swear that I will never again take a Sarcastic tone with my Mistress."

Sandra smiled. "Very good Sissyboy." She tugged on my leash. "You may stand."

I stood.

"Pull up your panties."

I did as I was told.

"Sissyboy get on your knees." When I was my knees Sandra tugged on my leash. "Sissyboy heel." 

Sandra led me out onto the patio and sat down on a chair and stared into my eyes. "Was it okay to do that Stevie. I didn't hurt you too badly did I?" 

I smiled. "Baby it was wonderful." I laughed, "You understand that I did try to goad you into doing it." I shrugged. "Of course it hurt." I winked at her. "I think it's supposed to." 

There was a look of relief on Sandra's face. "I know, that's why I was so rough." She took a deep breath. "Stevie that got me as hot as I've ever been. I'm really wet. I want you to eat my pussy right now."

She lifted her skirt, pulled her panties off and spread her legs. 

Sandra tugged on the leash and pulled my face to her cunt. She was right, she was soaking wet. Sandra was as aroused as I've ever seen her. I placed my mouth on her clit and started sucking and licking it. There wasn't any need to waste time warming her up. She was ready for some serious stimulation. It only took a minute. Her orgasm was volcanic. 

After she recovered, Sandra stood up and motioned for me to sit in the patio chair. As soon as I was seated she got on my lap and put her arms around me. "Baby I must really be a perv." 

I laughed. "Sandra it's lucky we found each other then, because I'm just as big a perv as you are." 

She laughed and kissed me on the lips.

Dallas long arrived promptly at 6:30. He parked the tractor for his semi truck in our driveway and walked up to the front door. 

Julie opened the door for him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Hi Dallas, it's really good to see you again." 

Dallas kissed Julie. "Baby I always look forward to visiting you. You're one of my favorite people." 

Julie took him by the hand. "Come in." 

Dallas was a slender black man in his mid thirties. His arms were covered with tattoos. He had a wonderful smile and seemed to constantly be on the verge of laughing. I immediately liked him. 

Dallas smiled at Sandra. "Hi Sandra you get prettier every time I see you." 

Sandra blushed. 

He looked at Ricky and me. As soon as he noticed our outfits he started laughing. "Shit you guys really are kinky." He turned to Julie. "Baby which of these guys is your husband?" 

Julie went over to Ricky. "This is my baby." She kissed her husband. "I love him so much." 

Dallas grinned at him. "Ricky it's a pleasure to meet you." He got a wry little smile on his face. "You'd better take good care of my girlfriend here. She and I have been close friends for a very long time."

He extended his hand. "Seriously Ricky, congratulations; you married a wonderful woman." 

Ricky shook Dallas's hand. "Thank you Dallas. It's a pleasure to meet you. Julie says wonderful things about you." 

Dallas laughed. "She just likes my big black dick." 

Ricky grinned. "That certainly is true, but she also says that you're a lot of fun to be around." He paused. "My first impression of you certainly reinforces that opinion." 

Dallas nodded. "Thanks Ricky, it's kind of you to say that. I am looking forward to getting to know you." 

He turned to me. "Sandra does this dog belong to you?" 

Sandra laughed. "Yes Dallas that's my dog. I love my dog every bit as much as Julie loves her dog." 

Dallas laughed and extended his hand to me. "Dallas Long, pleased to meet you."

I shook his hand. "Stevie Wagner and I am also pleased to meet you." 

I paused. "Dallas you've been driving all day long. Julie told me you're a Budweiser man. I have a case on ice. Can we get you a cold beer in a frosted mug." 

Dallas smiled, "Stevie I like you already. You understand a man's basic needs. I would love a cold beer and if you really do have a frosted mug that would even be better." 

As he was answering me Dallas noticed our cock cages. "Shit what in hells name are those?" 

Julie laughed. "Those are male chastity devices. Sandra and I believe that it would be improper to have our slaves running around the house with free swinging dicks." 

Dallas shook his head. "Hell and damn, remind me to never get on the bad side of you two." 

Julie turned to Ricky. "Footboy I believe that you were going to get my man a beer. Sandra and I will also have cocktails. Bring us each a martini. We'll have our cocktails on the patio. 

As Ricky was getting the drinks Julie and Sandra took Dallas out to the patio. 

When they were seated Julie explained the plans for the evening. "Dallas honey, I really appreciate what you're doing. You can see that we love playing some domination games with our boys. They're not our equals this evening; they're our slaves. They'll be addressing you as Sir Dallas or Master Long. Ricky's name for the evening is written on his tee shirt. He's Footboy. You should feel free to address him with that name. Stevie's name is Speedy. It is also written on his tee shirt. He also answers to Sissyboy. You should feel free to address him by either name. Don't worry about insulting them or hurting their feelings. They are both very excited about playing this game." 

Dallas nodded. "Julie I'll follow your lead on this until I start to figure out the rules of the game." He smiled. "It sounds like we're going to have a one hell of a fun night."

All four of us laughed and said, "Oh yes!"

Dallas, Julie and Sandra sat out on the patio and drank and talked while Ricky waited on them. I missed much of the early conversation because I was in the kitchen cooking. 

Footboy served them an appetizer of nacho chips, guacamole and queso. Dallas loved it. I was hoping that he would. 

As soon as Dallas finished his third beer Ricky brought our Mistresses and their guest to the table and served the soup course. It was a seafood bisque that I thought turned our very nicely. Again Dallas was happy. 

I came out to the patio to grill the steaks while Ricky was serving the salads. This was the first time that I actually had an opportunity to listen to the conversation. 

My initial impression of Dallas was correct. He was a friendly man with an engaging personality. It was very easy to see why Julie liked him so much. As I listened to their conversation I realized that Dallas had a wonderful supply of very funny stories about the adventures he's had driving a semi truck across the United States. 

I made a mental note to myself that the next time Dallas Long came to town we were taking him to the Kensington Grill for dinner. That way, Ricky and I could be equals. I wanted to be able to sit at the table and hear his stories. 

Dallas loved his porterhouse steak. After dinner I served coffee, cognac and a crème Brule. By the time they finished their dessert it was starting to get dark. 

Sandra took her cloth napkin off her lap, set it on the table and smiled at Julie and Dallas. "I think it's time for the games to begin." 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 55



Note: This story is the fifty-fifth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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Julie and Dallas went into the living room and sat down on the couch. 

Sandra brought Ricky into our bedroom. 

I went into the kitchen and started cleaning up the dinner dishes. Fortunately my position in the kitchen allowed me to see what was happening in the living room. 

Julie and Dallas started kissing on the living room couch. While they were kissing Sandra brought Ricky into the living room. Sandra was leading him on his leash. She was making him crawl on all fours. 

Sandra led Ricky to Julie's feet and quietly said, "Footboy, sit."

Ricky obediently took his place on his knees in front of his wife and her lover.

Julie broke off her kiss with Dallas and smiled at him. "Hey baby look at what we have here. It's my pussy wimp husband." 

She looked at Ricky. "Footboy I am sitting here kissing my lover. Why don't you come over here and make love to my feet while my stud gets me nice and hot." 

Sandra handed Ricky's leash to Julie and sat down on the chair across from Julie and Dallas.

Julie tugged on Ricky's leash and pulled his face to her feet. At the same time she snuggled up to Dallas. "Baby why don't you play with my titties while the little wimp kisses my toes." 

Dallas grinned as he slipped his hand inside Julie's blouse. "I love this game."

Julie leaned back and closed her eyes while Dallas fondled her breasts and Ricky kissed and licked her toes.

It was obvious that both Julie and Dallas were getting excited. 

Julie gasped when she felt Dallas move his hand to the inside of her thigh. 

Ricky stopped kissing Julie's feet and looked up. His attention was totally focused on Mr. Long's hand as he watched him pull his wife's panties aside and push a large black finger into her glistening cunt. 

Julie's breathing was getting noticeably quicker. Dallas's cock was making a large tent in his trousers. 

Julie tossed Ricky's leash towards Sandra. "Take the wimp." 

Sandra leaned forward, picked up the leash and pulled Ricky away from Julie's feet." 

Ricky obediently kneeled at Sandra's feet and watched while Dallas pushed a second finger into Julie's cunt.

Julie opened her eyes and gazed at her submissive husband. For a moment there was a look of pure adoration in her expression. Julie loved Ricky. That was an obvious truth. 

Ricky noticed his wife's glance and winked at her. 

Julie grinned, but her grin quickly turned to a smirk. Ricky and Julie loved each other, but tonight they were expressing their love by playing a game. It was a game that excited both of them and Julie knew the rules well. She was a very skilled player.

Julie stared at Ricky and gave him an order using a voice that dripped with unmitigated disdain. "Footboy, make yourself useful; undress me for my lover." 

Sandra gave Ricky some slack so that he could stand and obey Julie's command. 

Ricky quickly slipped Julie's unbuttoned blouse off of her shoulders. 

Dallas grinned at him. "Thanks Footboy, I just love your wife's great big titties." 

Julie stood up. Dallas kneaded her breasts with his massive fingers while Ricky unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. 

Julie stepped out of her skirt and sneered at her husband, "Make yourself useful wimp; pick my skirt up and lay it on the couch." 

Dallas caressed Julie's body while Ricky folded her skirt and laid it across the arm of the couch. When Ricky was done he returned his attention to his wife and her lover and silently waited for Julie's next direction. 

Julie stared at Ricky. "I'm still wearing my panties wimp." 

Ricky obediently kneeled in front of his wife and ardently pulled her panties down to her ankles. 

Julie stepped out of her panties, caught them on her toe and callously laughed as she flipped them into Ricky's face. 

While Ricky was neatly placing his wife's panties on top of her folded skirt, Julie took Dallas's hand and lifted him up from his seat on the couch. As soon as he was standing, her lover wrapped his powerful arms around her naked body and gave Julie a long passionate kiss. 

After a moment Julie broke off the kiss, turned to her waiting husband and crudely said, "Footboy, lick my ass while my lover kisses me."

Dallas pulled Julie's face back to his and started a long passionate kiss while Ricky kneeled behind his wife and obediently licked her asshole. 

After several minutes of this ritual Julie turned to Sandra, "Take the wimp away. I want to be able to focus all of my attention on my man." 

Sandra tugged on Ricky's leash and pulled him back to her chair. When he was kneeling next to her; Sandra lovingly patted his head and quietly whispered, "Footboy sit." 

Ricky kneeled on the floor next to Sandra and watched his wife as she focused her complete attention on making love to another man. 

I was now done cleaning the kitchen. I got down on my knees in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room and knocked on the door frame. "Mistress Sandra, I've completed my duties in the kitchen." 

Sandra nodded to me. "Very good sissyboy. She thought for a moment and smiled. "Speedy, crawl into the bedroom and fetch Mistress Julie's riding crop. You may carry it in your mouth." 

It took me several minutes to complete this task. Crawling is not a quick way to move around the house.

When I returned Julie was on her knees in front of Dallas. She was caressing the large tent in his trousers.

I crawled up to Sandra with the riding crop in my mouth. She placed her hand on it and in a firm tone of voice said, "Sissyboy give." 

She took the riding crop from me, patted my head and in a much gentler voice said, "Good boy." 

After praising me she pointed to the floor on the opposite side of her from Ricky and said, "Sit." 

Julie glanced at Sandra and smiled when she saw the riding crop.

She turned to Ricky. "Footboy, Dallas has a magnificent cock. I really would like to take it out and look at it. Be a good husband and ask him for his permission. Ask him if it would be okay if your wife takes his big hard cock out of his pants so that she can play with it." 

Ricky was speechless. I don't think he was exactly sure what he was supposed to say. It didn't really matter. He wasn't allowed any time for hesitation. 

Whap! Sandra hit Ricky across his panty covered ass." 

Ricky started to mumble. 

Whap! Sandra hit him again. This time she also gave him a verbal prompt. "Say Sir Dallas would you please allow my wife to unzip your pants and take out your magnificent cock." 

Ricky looked at Dallas. There was a tremor in his voice as he spoke. "Sir Dallas would you please allow my wife to unzip your pants and take out your cock." 

Whap! Sandra smiled as the crop struck Ricky again. "You forgot to say magnificent. Try once more Footboy." 

Ricky was nearly in tears as he said, "Sir Dallas would you please allow my wife to unzip your pants and take out your magnificent cock." 

Sandra patted his head. "Very good Footboy." 

Dallas smiled at Ricky. "Yes Footboy, please tell your wife that she has my permission to unzip my pants and take my cock out." 

Ricky was about to speak when Julie nodded to Sandra.

Whap! Sandra hit Ricky with the riding crop again. The girls were being merciless. It was obvious that the two of them had orchestrated this part of the game in advance. "Beg her Footboy. Beg your wife to take her lovers cock out of his jeans." 

"Please Mistress Julie, take Sir Dallas's magnificent cock out of his jeans. I beg you to do this." 

Julie smiled at Ricky. "As you wish Footboy." She slowly unzipped Dallas's jeans, reached inside and pulled out his erect penis. As soon as it was freed from the confines of his pants, Dallas's cock jumped to attention. It really was magnificent. 

Julie stared at Ricky while she stroked her lover's arching erection. "Footboy this is a man sized cock. It's not a little wee wee like yours. This is a cock that can truly satisfy a woman's lust."

Julie looked up at Dallas. "Sit down baby. I want you to be comfortable." 

Dallas sat on the couch while Julie kneeled on the floor next to him. All of her attention was now focused on his huge black cock. 

She started to stroke it. She was being slow and gentle. It was almost like she was a child playing with her favorite doll. Julie loved big cocks. 

As she stroked her lover she started to smile and turned to Ricky. "Husband, would you be so kind as to ask Sir Dallas if he would allow your wife to suck his cock." 

This time Ricky had a better understanding of what he was supposed to do. His response was quick. He obviously wanted to avoid the sting of the riding crop. 

"Sir Dallas would it be okay with you if my wife sucks your cock?" 

Dallas smiled and pretended to think for a moment. Finally he grinned, "Yeah, okay; tell your wife your to go ahead. She has my full permission to suck my big black dick." 

Ricky looked at Julie. "Mistress your lover has given you permission to suck his cock." 

Whap! Sandra struck with the riding crop. "I didn't hear you beg Footboy." 

Ricky rubbed his sore backside. "Mistress Julie would you please suck you lover's cock. I beg you to do it." 

Julie looked at Ricky. "Thank you Footboy. I can't tell you how much it pleases me that you're so understanding about my personal needs." 

Dallas moaned as Julie put his cock into her mouth and started giving him a blow job.

Ricky was fascinated by the scene in front of him. As I watched him I reminded myself that this was his very first opportunity to see his wife with another man.

I glanced at Sandra. She was now being very gentle with Ricky. As she softly caressed his cheek she leaned over and whispered, "Your wife gives a very good blow job doesn't she?" 

Ricky nodded his head in agreement. After a moment he turned and looked up at Sandra. "He has an awfully big cock and she can take all of it into her mouth. How does she do that?" 

Sandra smiled at his question. "Julie really is very talented. She knows how to open her throat and swallow his cock.?" 

"She doesn't have to do that with me." 

Everyone in the room started to laugh. "Sandra grinned at him. "No baby she doesn't." 

Dallas looked at us. There was a huge smile on his face. "How am I going to enjoy this blowjob if I have a mother fucking comedian in the room?" 

Julie stood up, turned around and looked at us. She was laughing. 

She took a deep breath and tried to be stern. "All right guys enough fun. This is supposed to be serious sex." 

She sat down on Dallas's lap. She was straddling his hips. His erect cock was sticking out from between her legs. It almost looked like Julie had a penis of her own. She looked down and started laughing again. "Hey Ricky how would you like it if I had a big black dick." 

Everyone broke up. The seriousness of the moment seemed to be lost. The problem was that we all really liked each other and it was hard not to have fun. 

Dallas got us back on track. He looked at Ricky. "Don't you let Julie fool you Footboy. That's my big dick and I know a really good place to put it. I am going to slide it right into your wife's wet pussy. Watch me little boy. I am about to give your wife a proper fucking." 

Julie lifted herself up and guided Dallas's erect penis into her cunt. She grimaced as his cock entered her. Dallas was big. He was obviously stretching her.

As soon as she had all of Dallas's cock inside her, Julie relaxed. She sat perfectly still for a moment. There was a huge smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying the pleasant sensation she got from having that monster inside her. 

She looked at Ricky and sighed. "Baby this feel so good. Thank you for being such a good husband. It's so wonderful to be able to feel a great big cock inside me." 

Julie kept her eyes focused on her husband as she started to rock back and forth on Dallas's erection. 

She took a deep breath. "Baby watch me. I'm fucking another man."

She started to move faster. "Ricky honey, I love fucking big cocks." 

Julie reached down and started rubbing her clit. "I hope you're enjoying this sweetheart because I intend to let lots and lots of men fuck me." Her voice was quaking as she spoke.

She increased the pace even more. Julie threw her head back and yelled, "This is wonderful!" 

Her entire body started shaking. Suddenly Julie screamed as an orgasm erupted inside her.

Julie and Dallas both stopped moving while Julie enjoyed her climax. 

As soon as she recovered from her orgasm, Julie climbed off of Dallas and lay back on the couch. 

Dallas got on top of Julie and straddled her waist. Julie squeezed her breasts together and smiled at her lover. Dallas pushed his stiff cock in between them and started to fuck Julie's tits. 

Once he got into a nice easy rhythm he looked over at Ricky. "Footboy your wife knows me really well. She remembers how much I like a little tittie fucking." He winked at Ricky. "This is really fun, you should try it." 

He smirked and his expression changed to a mock frown. "Oh too bad for you. I'll bet your little dickie is too small to do this." 

Sandra leaned over and whispered to Ricky. "Don't feel too bad baby. I can't do it either. My breasts are too small."

Ricky looked up at Sandra. "It does look like it's fun."

Sandra laughed and then she leaned over and kissed the top of Ricky's head. "Yes baby, it does."

Julie didn't hear any of this interchange. She was now so focused on Dallas and his cock that she was oblivious to everything else in the room.

Julie sat up and grabbed Dallas's cock, "Come on baby let's see this big snake of yours shoot its stuff. Its time for you to put on a show for these two little pussyboys." She put his erection in her mouth and started to suck on it.

Dallas closed his eyes. He was trying to concentrate.

Julie wrapped her hands around his big cock and started pumping it while she continued to suck on the mammoth head.

Suddenly Dallas arched his back and grunted. He grabbed hold of his cock, pulled it out of Julie's mouth and aimed it at her lips and nose. He closed eyes and vigorously pumped his stiff penis with both hands

Sandra, Ricky and I all watched in awe as Dallas started to shoot long spurts of milky cum all over Julie's face. 

After several seconds the spurts of cum slowed to dribbles. Dallas rolled off of Julie and lay back on the couch.

Julie leaned forward, picked up Dallas's cock and gently milked the last drops of semen from him.

Julie turned and smiled at Ricky. Large globs of Dallas's cum were dripping from her nose and lips.

Sandra tugged on Ricky's leash. "Footboy go to your wife and lick her lovers cum off of her face." 

Dallas watched in amazement as Ricky crawled over to Julie and licked up his semen. 

"Shit you guys are the kinkiest people I've ever met." He smiled. "I love all four of you." 

When Ricky was done cleaning Julie's face. She stood up, took Dallas's hand and pulled him up from the couch. "Come on baby it's time for you and me to party in private." 

The three of us watched as Julie and Dallas walked to the playpen. When they got to the door Julie stopped and looked at her husband. "Ricky you get me back in the morning, but for the next several hours I belong to Dallas. Tonight I'm going to be his fuck toy." She turned to her lover and kissed him. "Baby you and I are about to have some serious fun." 

They turned to go into the bedroom. They were about to close the door when I stopped them. "Hey Dallas, what do you want for breakfast in the morning?" 

He smiled at me. "Thanks Stevie but I am going to be up and out of here by 5:00 am. I want to pick up my trailer and be across the city before rush hour starts. I'll be long gone by the time you guys get up." 

I shook my head. "Hey buddy I get up early. Nobody leaves this house in the morning without a good meal. Now what's your favorite breakfast?" 

Julie laughed. "I know exactly what it is. I served it to him for years in the cafe. It's eggs over easy, sausage links, hash browns and toast." 

I smiled. "I have everything we need. Buddy show our girl a good time. I'll have breakfast for you in the morning before you go." 

Dallas smiled. "Thanks Stevie that would be nice. I'll see you in the morning." 

Julie grabbed her lovers hand. "Come on stud man, it's party time." She pulled Dallas into the playpen and closed the door behind them. 

Ricky stood staring at the door. This was the first time he saw his wife take another man into a bedroom for a night of sex.

Sandra grabbed him. "Come on sweetie, you and Stevie get to party with me tonight." 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 56



Note: This story is the fifty-sixth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Sandra took both of us by the hand, "Come with me boys." 

She led us into the bedroom. Once we were inside she kissed both of us on the cheek and whispered, "It's time to undress me." 

Ricky stood perfectly still. He seemed a little nervous about what was happening. 

Sandra picked up his hand and placed it on her breast. "Baby I want you to take my top off. It's okay, Julie knows. She wants you to do this."

Ricky nervously unbuttoned Sandra's blouse, slipped it off her shoulders and handed it to me. 

While I was hanging her blouse in the closet, Sandra put Ricky's hand on her naked breast. "Stevie and Julie know each other very intimately. Now it's our turn to get to know each other."

Sandra stared into Ricky's eyes and gently guided his fingers to her nipple. 

Ricky looked at me. I nodded to him. "It's okay."

He smiled and very tentatively started rolling Sandra's nipple in his fingertips.

Sandra gave me a subtle nod. I walked behind her, unzipped her skirt and pushed it to the floor. 

Sandra whispered to Ricky. "Pull my panties down."

During the time that Sandra and I were separated Ricky and I had become very close friends. We spent a lot of time talking and I knew that he was very nervous around women.

I tried to reassure him. "Ricky, Sandra loves Julie. Julie loves you. Because of that, Sandra loves you."

Ricky game me a puzzled look.

Sandra hugged him. "Baby it's true, you can trust me. I won't ever do anything to hurt you unless it's part of our game and I know you want me to do it." She paused. "And even then I won't ever really hurt you."

She kissed his cheek. "Ricky I want to love you and I want you to love me."

"Are you sure Julie won't be mad?"

Sandra shook her head. "No honey, in fact she really wants this to happen. Tomorrow night after Dallas is gone, all four of us are going to play together. Sweetie it's okay you have Julie's full permission to play with me tonight."

Ricky took a deep breath and pulled her panties down.

Sandra kicked them off. While I picked them up she kissed Ricky and said, "Honey, go sit on the bed." 

As soon as Ricky was sitting down Sandra walked over to me and put her arms around my neck. "Baby are you okay with this? Julie and I talked about it while we were at Brenda's and I guess we just assumed you'd be fine with it."

I smiled. "You assumed correctly." 

Sandra took a deep breath. "Good, both Julie and I really want this to happen."

I nodded. "So do I."

Sandra kissed me. "Stevie, I love you so much."

"I know."

Sandra poked me in the stomach. "Be careful Speedy, arrogance carries the same punishment as sarcasm.'

Ricky laughed. "I'll go get the riding crop."

Sandra and I both started laughing.

I looked at Ricky. "I thought you were on my side."

He grinned. "I guess you can call me the Benedict Arnold of the bedroom."

Sandra shook her head and patted my butt. "Go sit next to your silly friend."

As I was sitting down she started to giggle. "Remind Benedict Arnold over there that the riding crop actually belongs to his wife and was meant to be used on him."

Ricky winked at Sandra. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

Sandra stared at Ricky. After a moment she shook her head. "Ricky honey, it's really easy to understand why Julie loves you so much."

Ricky blushed.

Sandra noticed it and smiled. "Baby, you're every bit as endearing as Stevie." 

Sandra started laughing. "You two goofballs need to sit quietly for a moment or we won't ever get to the part where we have sex." 

Sandra went to her dresser and got the keys for our chastity cages. As she was walking back to us I notice Ricky stealing covert glances at her naked body.

I leaned over and whispered to him. "She's really pretty isn't she."

Ricky nodded. "Yes, she really is."

Now it was Sandra's turn to blush. She wiggled between us and sat down. "You guys are getting me really horny."

She reached over and gently unlocked and removed Ricky's cock cage. As soon as she set it down she picked up his tiny penis. Ricky had an erection. 

Sandra softly stroked his cock and said, "Tonight while your wife is entertaining her lover you're going to play with Stevie and me. Julie wants you to do this" Sandra smiled at Ricky. "Your wife loves you. She's worried that you're going to be sad tonight." She leaned over and kissed the tip of Ricky's cock. "It is my job to make sure you stay happy." 

Sandra turned her attention to me. She quickly unlocked my cage, removed it and set it next to Ricky's. 

She picked up my tiny cock and gave it a firm squeeze. She knew I liked that. "I am a very lucky girl, I get to have my two favorite men tonight." She kissed me and stood up. "Come on studmen were getting into the shower. The two of you are going to give me a bath." 

The shower was fun. Ricky and I took turns washing Sandra. Both Sandra and I made sure that he got the job of washing Sandra's pussy and ass. We were both trying to show Ricky that it was perfectly okay for him to freely explore her body. 

When we were done showering Ricky and I both dried Sandra with large soft bath towels. As we did this, I smiled to myself. Pampering Sandra was one of the true joys of my life. 

When she was dry Sandra took both of us by the hand and led us to the bed. 

She kissed Ricky on the cheek and said, "Sweetie lie down on your back." 

As soon as Ricky was lying on the bed Sandra got on her knees between his legs. "Stevie I want you to lick my ass and my cunt while I suck Ricky's cock." 

Sandra was being very directive. I think that this was a relief for both Ricky and me. This was the first time that I had ever been in bed with another man. To the best of my knowledge this was also true for Ricky. I think both of us were a little nervous about how this was going to work. I knew that Sandra had a lot of experience with making love to two men at the same time. I was more than willing to trust this experience and let her take the lead. 

I got behind Sandra and spread the cheeks of her ass. As I was pushing my tongue into her asshole I heard her tell Ricky, "Relax baby. It's okay if you cum quickly. We're going to play for a long time. All three of us are going to have several orgasms." 

I licked Sandra's ass and fondled her pussy while she gave Ricky a blow job. 

Ricky did cum quickly. When he was done ejaculating Sandra turned, pulled me to her and kissed me. As she kissed me she pushed Ricky's cum into my mouth. 

When she was done she smiled. "I want the two of you to get to know the taste of each other's semen." As I swallowed Ricky's cum Sandra kissed my forehead. "Now its your turn baby." She turned to Ricky. "I want you to make love to my feet while I suck Stevie's cock." 

Basically Ricky and I traded places. Sandra gave me a wonderful blowjob while Ricky kissed and licked her toes. When I came Sandra kissed Ricky and passed my semen to him. 

The evening settled into a wonderful routine. We were three very creative people. We tried a marvelous variety of positions. In all of them Sandra had a tiny cock in her mouth while one of us was licking her pussy, her ass or her toes. Once we settled into a routine, Sandra was able to let go and enjoy orgasm after orgasm. 

After two hours of intense play we finally exhausted ourselves. Feeling fully satisfied, Sandra sandwiched herself between Ricky and me so that we could go to sleep. 

As we quietly lay together in the bed Sandra sighed. "I can't think of anything that could ever make me happier than lying between the two of you."

I was born with an excellent internal alarm clock. I woke up promptly at 4:30 am. Sandra and Ricky were sound asleep. I quietly slipped out of bed, put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and went to the kitchen. 

As I was frying hash browns and sausages I heard the door to the playpen open. It was Dallas.

He stopped and grinned at me. "Stevie you are astounding. Getting up at 4:30 in the morning and making breakfast for me goes way beyond good hospitality." 

I poured Dallas a cup of coffee and motioned for him to sit at the dining room table. "Did you and Julie have fun last night?" 

Dallas sighed. "It was wonderful. That girl is an absolutely outstanding fuck." 

As I set his breakfast in front of him I smiled at Dallas. "Isn't life great?" 

He laughed. "It sure seems that way in this household." 

I nodded. "Yes, I think the four of us have found a very nice routine." 

Dallas finished his breakfast and stood up. "Well Stevie it's time for me to hit the road. Thank you for your hospitality." He extended his hand. "I am glad that I got to meet you. You're a nice person." 

I shook Dallas's hand. "Thank you for visiting us. I think your a pretty nice person to. Every time you come to this city you're welcome to stay here. We'll always have a hot dinner, a comfortable bed and beautiful woman waiting for you." 

Dallas laughed. "That's an offer I'll never pass up." 

I walked Dallas out to his truck and watched him get in and drive away. 

After he disappeared around the corner I went back into the house and quietly entered the playpen. Julie was asleep on the bed. She was naked and her hair was a mess. She looked like she'd just finished a night of wild uninhibited sex. 

I gently kissed her cheek and woke her up. As her eyes opened she looked up at me and smiled. "Hi Stevie." 

I smiled back at her. "Come with me baby. I'm going to clean you up and put you to bed." 

She rubbed her eyes and nodded. "Okay." She was too sleepy to disagree with anything. 

I got her into a nice warm shower and washed her. Her pussy was stretched and raw and she was covered with Dallas's dried semen.

When she was nice and clean I helped her step out of the shower and dried her off. After she was warm and dry I kissed her and took her hand. "Come with me sweetheart." 

I led her into the bedroom, set her on the bed next to Ricky and kissed her forehead. "Good night Baby, sweet dreams." 

Julie lay back on the bed and looked up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes. "Thank you Stevie, I love you." 

I smiled at her. "I love you too Julie." 

Julie curled up next to her husband and immediately feel asleep. 

For a moment I stood in the bedroom and watched Sandra, Ricky and Julie sleep. They were contentedly cuddled together in a big ball of arms and legs. As I looked at them I thought to myself. We don't need a second bedroom, we just have to buy a bigger bed.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 57



Note: This story is the fifty-seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.


I stayed up after Dallas left. I like the solitude and quiet of the early morning. I sat on the patio, drank coffee and thought about the different things that had to be done to get our lives back in order. 

It was only three days ago that Sandra came back to me. It was just two days ago that Julie and Ricky decided to live with us. It was just yesterday that we moved back into the house on Oak Grove Drive. 

The visit from Dallas was a lot of fun, but it came at a time when we were very busy. I decided that it was time to get organized. We needed to make a list of things that had to get done. 

I was getting a second cup of coffee and a legal pad and pen when I heard Ricky behind me. 

"Morning Stevie." 

"Hi Ricky want to help me, I am making a list of things to do so that we can get our lives in order." 

"Sure, let me get a cup of coffee." 

Ricky got his coffee and joined me on the patio. It was a warm September morning. The sun was just making its way up into the eastern sky. It was a pleasant time to be sitting outside. 

Once Ricky was seated I started making the list. "I think our first priority is to arrange for movers to go to both of our old apartments and get our furniture and belongings" 

Ricky nodded. "I agree." He turned and looked at me. "What should we do about the sleeping arrangements here?" 

I smiled. "I think sleeping together is very pleasant. Can we all live in one bedroom?" 

Ricky laughed. "I sure would like to try. I loved waking up between Julie and Sandra this morning." 

I grinned. "Who wouldn't?" I paused. "I think we'd better discuss this with the girls." 

I thought for a moment. "We need to get another Lincoln, especially now that there are four of us. We're going to need a big car that all of us can ride in comfortably." 

I looked at Ricky. "We also need to do something about that old Chevrolet you drive. How many miles does it have on it anyway?" 

Ricky shook his head. "167,000, it's been a very good car." 

"I think has been is the correct description." 

"I know Stevie, but I can't afford a new car." 

"Yes you can." 

"No you're not going to do that. You're doing too much already." 

"Ricky, we're a family. We all have our roles remember. You teach young people to write, I'll make loads of money for us." 

Ricky laughed. "Okay you win. You can buy me a new car." He smiled at me. "Don't laugh Stevie, I've never owned a new car. This will be a brand new experience for me." 

"What would you like? You're about to buy your first one." 

"I love your car. Could I have one of those?" 

"My Escape? Sure, it even makes sense. We can get all our cars serviced at the same place." 

I thought for a moment. "Will you take care of the cars today? I'll call the Lincoln Dealership and the Ford Dealership. They know me. I'll tell them you're representing me. I'll give you several signed blank checks. You can select both cars and make the down payments today." 

I looked at Ricky. "When you buy the Lincoln, buy the top of the line. Price is not a factor. We'll want a luxurious car when we drive our wives to meet their dates." 

"Stevie do you trust me to do this?" 

"Of course I do." I thought for a moment. "Ricky, we have to tighten up our financial operation. All four of us have to go to the bank together. It'll have to be tomorrow. We need to set up a joint checking account and get credit cards for everyone." 

"Stevie, I don't have...." 

I cut Ricky off. "I'll supply the funding for the bank account and the credit cards. The last time that Sandra, Julie and I started living together we had to have a financial meeting to get everything organized. We need to do that again. I suggest we do it tonight." 

I looked at my friend. "Ricky we decided to live as a family. I really want to do this. Up until I met Julie and Sandra I never really had a family, neither did Julie. The four of us are going to be a family and we're going to share equally in our assets. Ricky get used to it, you're rich now." 

I paused. "Ricky I want to set things up so that you are going to have your own supply of money. I do not want a situation where you feel like you have to come crawling to me every time you want something." 

Ricky smiled. "It's going to take a little time for me to get used to this. I come from a background where everyone makes it on their own." 

"I understand, so do I; but we have a unique situation that gives us some freedom. I really am excited about the fact that in a very small way, I'll be helping you to teach college students." 

"Well like I said, it'll take me some time to get used to it, but I will try." Ricky looked at me. "I'll take care of the car purchases today." He grinned. "I really am very excited about the idea of owning a new car." 

"Good, I have to go to work soon. When the girls get up will you tell them that they're responsible for finding a mover and getting us out of our old apartments?" 

"Yes, I'll take care of that." 

"Also will you discuss the bedroom situation. My vote is to have all of us live in one bedroom and sleep in one bed. If we decide to do that they should talk about what to do with the playpen. Should we keep it like it is or do something else with it. As far as I am concerned the choice is theirs, the playpen is their sex room."

I went into work. It was Tuesday. I had my regular meeting with the partners. The meeting went well and I was able to get home by 4:00. 

When I drove up to the house there was a moving van in the driveway. Four men were carrying furniture and clothing through the front door.

I parked and went inside. Sandra and Julie were directing traffic. 

When Sandra saw me she smiled. "Hi Stevie." 

I walked over an kissed her. "How is everything going?" 

"Great, we're almost done. Both apartments are empty. I have a cleaning service working in each of our places right now. The movers have rearranged the furniture for us here. We're almost back to normal in this house." 

"What are we doing about the bedroom situation?" 

Sandra smiled. "If it's okay with you, we're all going to sleep in the master bedroom. We think our king size bed is big enough." Sandra looked at me. "Baby I love sleeping with Julie and Ricky." 

I hugged her. "I do to. What are you planning to do with the playpen?" 

"Were not going to do anything right now. It was really nice to have a sex room last night. You said you want me to start cuckolding you again. When I start it will be nice for Julie and I to have our own room." Sandra grabbed my nipple through my shirt and twisted it. "I did consider turning it into a dungeon. I think it might be fun to have a room devoted to punishment." 

I kissed Sandra. "There's a room in the basement that's next to my golf club building room. I think it might work very nicely for that. We could make it sound proof. We could play some very fun games there." 

Sandra looked into my eyes. "Fun for who?" 

I laughed. "Both of us baby, both of us." 

Sandra raised her eyebrows. "Oh really?" She started to giggle. "The three of us might have to have serious discussion about this a little later on tonight." 

"The three of us?" 

"Yes, you and I and Julie's riding crop." 

"Is that a promise?" 

Sandra laughed. "No baby, that's a threat." 

I hugged Sandra. She hugged me back.

After a moment she stopped and looked at me. "Sweetheart I hope you don't mind, but when Julie and I woke up this morning we both made love to Ricky. I sucked his cock while Jules sat on his face." 

I laughed. "Baby I may be a little envious, but I don't mind at all. I'm hoping that we'll be a very intimate foursome." I looked around. "Where is Ricky?" 

"He's still out buying cars. He was a little nervous. He's never bought a new car before. He had to buy two of them today." 

"Should we call him and see if he needs our help?" 

"Baby we can't. He doesn't own a cell phone." 

Another item just went on my to do list. We had to get Ricky a cell phone. 

Just then the front door opened and Ricky walked in. 

Julie ran to her husband and hugged him. It was fun to watch her. Julie really loved Ricky. 

Both Sandra and I walked over to them. 

I smiled. "How did the car buying go?" 

"Great Stevie. I got a wonderful deal on a used Plymouth Voyageur minivan. It only has 139,000 miles on it. It seemed to me that it was a much wiser purchase than buying a new Lincoln." 

I looked at Julie. "Where did you find this guy, in the Sunday comics?" 

Julie hugged Ricky. She was being protective. "What's wrong with a used minivan?" 

I laughed. "Nothing I guess. You and Sandra will be the ones using it in the parking lot at Baxter's." 

A look of horror came over Julie's face. She turned to her husband. "Ricky what did you do?" 

He laughed. "I bought a very nice black Lincoln Town Car. It's brand new and the top of the line. The back seat is huge and luxurious. I am sure that you and your lovers will find it more than adequate." 

Julie kissed Ricky. "Oh baby, I can't wait to try it out." 

Sandra looked at Ricky. "Will we have the car in time to drive it to Baxter's this coming Thursday?" 

Ricky nodded. "I'm going to pick it up Thursday morning." He turned to me. "Stevie I'm going to need a cashiers check for $76,381.00. I paid $1,000.00 down. I think I got a good deal. The sticker price was $86,540.00. They knocked off almost ten grand." 

"Ricky you made a very good deal. From now on, you're in charge of all car buying for the family." I smiled at him. "Did you buy a car for yourself?" 

He nodded. "I have a navy blue Escape coming tomorrow. It has leather seats, a moon roof and a wonderful music system." He grinned at me. "They sold it to me for $26,300. That was $2,000 below list price." 

I shook Ricky's hand. "Good job buddy." 

He looked at me. "Thank you Stevie. I really am excited about this." 

Sandra and Julie kept the movers busy until nearly 6:00. When they were done we all showered together, got dressed and went out to dinner. 

We discussed our new life as a family over dinner. I took the opportunity to lay out my plans for how we were going to operate financially. The girls grasped the plan immediately. It was basically the same plan that Sandra, Julie and I used the first time we lived together. 

The truth was that after 3 months of chaos, Julie, Sandra and I had returned to the life we were leading last spring. The only difference was that we'd added Ricky. As I got to know him I began to realize that Ricky was going to be a wonderful addition to the family. 

As you get older you realize that all of life is an exciting adventure. Each moment, even the trying ones that test our strength of character, are experiences that should be savored and enjoyed. There are however some periods of life that are clearly outstanding moments of pleasure and happiness. These are times that are cherished and fondly remembered as we grow older. That night it appeared to me that the four of us were just beginning one of these periods of life.

The four of us had dinner at the Kensington Grill. It was a celebration. We were celebrating the beginning of our new life together. 

We had two rounds of martini's before dinner, an outstanding bottle of merlot with our dinner and two large cognacs each after dinner. 

As we drove home, all four of us were feeling very relaxed. 

We were in my Escape. I was driving. Sandra was cuddled up next to me. Julie and Ricky were cuddled up together in the back seat. 

"Hey Stevie you remember the night we met?" It was Julie speaking from the back seat. 

I smiled at the memory. "How could I ever forget Jules. It was a magnificent night." 

"Remember that fancy champagne you had?" She laughed, "That was really good stuff." 

"You mean the Dom Perignon? It should have been really good, it cost a $135.00 a bottle." 

Ricky choked. "No fucking shit?' 

We all looked at him in shock. Ricky was an English Professor. He rarely used profanity. 

Sandra grabbed my crotch and squeezed really hard. "Hey lover boy, how come you've never bought any wine for me that was that fancy." 

I looked at her. "Do you want some?" 

She playfully poked me in my ribs. "Fucking right I do." 

No one was shocked by Sandra's use of profanity. She swore like a sailor. 

She squeezed my crotch again. "Lets get some right now." She leered at me. "If you get me drunk you might just get lucky tonight." 

Julie laughed. "When did a guy have to get you drunk to get lucky. Sandra when a guy takes you home it's a race to see which comes off first, the top of the booze bottle or your panties." 

Sandra giggled. "Okay Miss Morality, that shows how much you know. I almost never wear panties on a date." 

Everyone started laughing. In the midst of this silliness I switched my turn indicator on, slowed down and pulled into the parking lot of our local liquor store. It was just before 9:00 pm. They were still open." 

Sandra looked at me. "Hey baby what's going on?' 

"I'm going in to get two bottles of Dom Perignon." I gave Sandra a sly look. "I'm kind of hoping I might get lucky tonight." 

Julie and Sandra cheered. All four of us got out of the car and went into the store. I went to the imported champagne section and picked out two bottles of Dom Perignon. They were $143.00 each. 

Ricky Shook his head. "Stevie isn't this a little waste of money." 

I laughed. "No Ricky, this is a colossal waste of money." I smiled at him. "We'll talk about this night for years to come. Sometimes it's fun to be a little wild." 

Ricky chuckled. "I can see that life with the three of you is going to be very interesting." 

I walked up to the counter and handed the clerk the two bottles of champagne and my credit card. 

Sandra walked up next to me and looked at the clerk, "Put a pack of Marlboro Lights on there to." 

I smiled to myself, It was going to be a very wild night. Julie and Sandra only smoke when they drink to excess. Both of them have that remarkable ability to smoke 10 cigarettes a month. There are people like that. They just aren't susceptible to nicotine addiction. 

On the other hand, I started smoking when I was 15 and quit when I was 21. Kicking the habit was a major struggle for me. I'm certain that If I ever smoked another cigarette, I'd immediately be back to a pack a day. Nicotine addiction is a substantial issue for me. 

I signed the credit card slip, grabbed the champagne and cigarettes and said, "Lets go home. It appears that we have some serious partying to do." 

When we got home I put both bottles of champagne into buckets of ice and tossed the cigarettes to Sandra. 

The champagne wasn't very cold. When I opened the first bottle the cork shot across the room and a geyser of champagne exploded from the bottle.

Everyone started laughing. While I held the bottle, Ricky grabbed four glasses and tried to catch as much of the champagne as possible. It took some effort, but we finally managed to get a full glass of wine for everyone. 

As soon as we each had a glass I made a toast. "To our new family." The four of us clinked our glasses, cheered and drank some champagne.

As we were drinking I looked over at Sandra. There was a tear running down her cheek. 

I put my arm around her. "What's the matter baby?"

She smiled at all of us. "I was just thinking about how close I came to throwing all of this away."

Julie kissed her cheek. "But you didn't honey. You're here and were together."

Sandra put her arm around my waist. "I know and I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

The first bottle went quickly. Sandra and I sat on the couch and, sipped our champagne. She smoked cigarettes. We both broke into giggles and poked each other every time one of us tried to say something.

Julie took most of her clothes off and ran around the living room in her panties smoking cigarettes and drinking champagne. Ricky sat on a chair and watched her. There was a silly smile on his face.

We were all getting very spiffed. The evening was quickly spiraling out of control.

Julie walked over to Ricky and rubbed her toes on his crotch. "Hey little wimp, want to play footsie with me?" 

Ricky gasped. If you haven't already figured it out, he has a major foot fetish.

Julie pulled his shirttail out of his pants, reached under his shirt and grabbed his nipple. As she twisted it she stared into his eyes. "Take your clothes off limp dick. It's time to pay homage to your Mistresses feet." 

Julie pushed Ricky to the floor. She took her panties off, shoved them into his mouth and stood naked over her him while he undressed. As soon as he was naked he groveled submissively at her feet. 

I leaned over and whispered into Sandra's ear. "It appears that Ricky is getting lucky."

Sandra reached over, grabbed my chin and held it so she could look directly into my eyes. It was a very dominant gesture. "Why don't you show me that room in the basement that we talked about this afternoon."

A shiver of excitement rippled through me. Sandra was offering to explore one of my darkest fantasies with me. At the same time I got very nervous. Playing sadomasochistic games with a partner who had virtually no inhibitions seemed risky.

As I thought about this I relaxed. I knew Sandra. I trusted her completely. It wouldn't matter how much champagne she consumed, I was confident that she would never actually hurt me.

I took a deep breath and smiled at her. "That room might be kind of chilly tonight, but the recreation room would be an excellent place for us to play."

Sandra stood up and motioned for me to follow her. We went into the bedroom. Sandra stopped next to the bed and whispered in a very sultry voice. "Undress me Sissyboy." 

I was suddenly overwhelmed with an uncontrollable desire to submit to Sandra.

Sandra smiled as I reverently removed her clothing. She sensed my acquiescence.

As I was carefully hanging her dress in the closet, Sandra looked at me with an arrogant sneer. "Sissyboy fetch me my black mesh nylon stockings and a pair of black lace panties."

A tingle of excitement rippled through me. This was an outfit that was exclusively reserved for her studs. The only time I ever got to see Sandra in this lingerie was when I was dressing her for a date.

I was so electrified that my stomach felt like it was doing somersaults as I dug through Sandra's lingerie drawer looking for her nylons and panties.

Sandra was sitting on the edge of the bed when I found them. She already had Julie's riding crop. She was nervously tapping the tip in the palm of her hand. Sandra was just as excited as I was.

I carried Sandra's lingerie to the bed like it was the royal mantle of a great king or queen.

When I got to the bed Sandra gave me a regal nod.

I bowed and kneeled at her feet.

Sandra extended each of her feet so that I could slip the stockings onto her and roll them up her legs. When I was done she stood and I held her panties for her so that she could step into them. 

When she was dressed she tapped me with the tip of the riding crop. "Strip sissyboy. I want you naked." 

Sandra sat down while I removed my clothes. When I was naked I stood in front of her and patiently waited for my next instruction.

"Fetch your cock cage from my dresser slave boy. I want you locked up tonight." 

I retrieved my cock cage and sat on the bed. Sandra slipped the chastity device onto my cock and balls, put the padlock into it and snapped it closed. 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 57



She flashed me an arrogant smile as she strutted over to her dresser and put the key that confined my manhood into her jewelry box. 

After closing her jewelry box she turned to me. "Fetch your collar and leash."

I found my collar and leash, brought them to Sandra and kneeled down at her feet.

Sandra leaned over, put the collar around my neck and attached my leash to the collar. When she was done she picked up the riding crop from the bed and gave me a light swat on the butt. 

"Crawl sissyboy." 

Sandra led me back into the living room.

Julie was sitting in a large arm chair. Ricky was kneeling on the floor in front of her. They were both naked. Julie's legs were spread. Ricky was kissing and licking her feet while she smoked a cigarette. 

Julie was taunting her husband. "That's right footboy make love to my feet. Show me that you know how to properly worship your goddess." 

Ricky was reverently kissing each of Julie's toes. 

Julie took a long drag on her cigarette and exhaled the smoke in the direction of her submissive husband. She noticed that the ash on her cigarette was getting long. She looked at Ricky and snapped her fingers. "Ash tray slave." 

Ricky picked up the ash tray that was next to him, got up on his knees and held it for Julie while she flicked the ashes off of the tip of her cigarette. When she was done she lay back in the chair an closed her eyes. "Slave, you may put the ash tray down and continue worshipping me." 

Sandra led me across the living room. When we got to the door to the basement she stopped.

She gave me a quick swat with the riding crop. "Sissyboy, stand up."

I immediately complied. The riding crop was an excellent motivator.

We walked down the stairs. When we got to the bottom Sandra flicked me with the whip. "Sissyboy sit." 

I immediately dropped to my knees.

This portion of our basement was a finished recreation room. It had a full wet bar, two pin ball machines and a pool table. The room was beautifully paneled with aged cedar. The floor was fully carpeted and there was a gas fireplace on the wall opposite the bar.

September evenings on the great plains of North America are chilly. This evening was no exception. Sandra walked over and flipped the switch on the gas fire place. It immediately roared to life and began sending a gentle wave of warm air wafting across the room.

Last winter Sandra frequently used this room to entertain lovers. She had a good understanding of the amenities offered by the room and how they worked.

Sandra snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot in front of the fireplace.

I started to stand.

Sandra cracked her whip against the wall. "No one gave you permission to stand slaveboy."

I quickly dropped back to my hands and knees and crawled to the fireplace. When I reached Sandra's feet I stopped and looked up.

Sandra stood over me with her hands on her hips. "Sissyboy I was very disappointed by your behavior last night." 

I looked at her. I was puzzled. I tried to remember something that I might have done wrong. 

"You had the audacity to speak to Julie and her lover as they were going into the playpen to fuck." 

I remembered what she was talking about. I'd asked Dallas if he wanted breakfast in the morning. I smiled to myself. Sandra wasn't really mad at me, she just wanted an excuse to punish me. If it wasn't this she would have found something else. 

She shook her head. "How dare you address one of our lovers without our permission. One would almost think that you considered yourself to be Dallas's equal." 

I bowed my head. "I am sorry Mistress. I don't know what I was thinking of. I should have asked permission before I spoke to Master Long." 

Sandra raised her eyebrows. "Sorry?" She shook her head. "Oh Sissyboy, a simple apology is inadequate. You humiliated both Julie and me with your insolence. You must be punished and the punishment must be severe." 

I knew this was coming. Both of us were already getting excited as we anticipated my punishment. 

I was impressed with Sandra's creativity. Just coming downstairs and whipping me is no where near as much fun as creating a punishment fantasy.

"Sissyboy I have considered this all day today and I have decided that your punishment must be something that you will not easily forget." 

Sandra stared at me. "I have decided that you will be denied all forms of sexual contact and sexual release for a period of 48 days."

Her statement shocked me. I didn't expect this. I looked at Sandra, I was puzzled. 

She slowly nodded. "That's correct sissyboy. It is a severe punishment. I believe that this is the only way I can be certain you will learn from this mistake and remember your place in the future."

Sandra started walking around me in a slow circle. "Your cock cage will stay on for the entire 48 days. That way I can be certain that you won't be led astray by temptation.

Sandra started tapping the tip of the whip in the palm of her hand. "Sissyboy I do not intend to suffer because of your insolence. Tomorrow I plan to start cuckolding you again. You can assume that I will have a lover every night during your period of abstinence."

I was mortified. This wasn't a sex game. This was madness. 

I looked at Sandra. "Please Mistress, I beg you not to do this." I stopped. I realized that by our old rules I was telling Sandra that I was enjoying this insanity. 

"No please Mistress. I want... " I stopped myself again. I really didn't know what to say. I just knew that I did not want this to happen." 

Sandra smiled at me. "Cat got your tongue sissyboy?" She paused. "Yes, I am quite certain that you don't like this." She shrugged. "Well it's you own fault. You brought this on yourself with your insolence." 

I bowed my head. "Please Mistress. I implore you, do not do this." 

Sandra grabbed my hair and pulled my face up. "Would you prefer another form of punishment Sissyboy?" 

Suddenly I understood. Sandra was offering me a choice that was so repugnant to me that she knew I couldn't possibly bear it. 

"Please Mistress, I beg you; allow me to do my penance in any other way." 

Sandra took a deep breath. She was excited. She picked up the riding crop and smiled. "Well Sissyboy there might just be another way." 

She grabbed my leash and gave me a rough yank. "Crawl sissyboy." 

She led me over to the pinball machine. "Standup Sissyboy." 

I did as I was told.

Sandra gently bent me over the front of the pinball game. She took my leash off, wrapped it around my shoulders and the machine and tied it in an overhand knot. I was now loosely tied down. Sandra's knot wasn't very tight. I could have easily broken free, but there was no way I was going to do that. The leash was there for show. It was part of the fantasy.

My naked rear end was exposed and vulnerable. Sandra now had me in a perfect position to use Julie's riding crop. 

Sandra brought two cigarettes and a pack of matches with her when we came down the stairs. She set one of the cigarettes on the bar and lit the other one. She took a long drag from her cigarette and exhaled the smoke. 

"Sissyboy here is your other option. You may beg me to strike you with the riding crop. Every blow that you beg for and receive will reduce your period of penance by four days." 

So this was it then. I was to receive 12 strokes from the riding crop.

I smiled to myself. Sandra was wonderfully innovative. She managed to create a scenario in which I was going to have to beg her to hit me with the riding crop. I loved it.

I turned my head so I could see Sandra. "Mistress I beg you to allow me do my penance at your hand. I choose the riding crop." 

Sandra grinned. "Very well sissyboy. You may ask for your first stroke whenever you're ready." 

I took a hard swallow. "I'm ready Mistress Sandra, please hit me with your whip." 

Sandra took a long drag on her cigarette and exhaled. Her movements were slow and deliberate. She was savoring this. She set her cigarette in the ashtray and cocked her arm. The blow came quickly. It hurt. I bit my lower lip. That was just the first of twelve blows. I realized that this was going to be a trial of strength and endurance for me. 

"Well Sissyboy, your period of penance is now down to 44 days. Shall we continue?" 

"I slowly nodded. "Yes Mistress Sandra, please strike me again." 

Sandra picked up her cigarette, took a long drag and exhaled. The cigarette was precariously perched on her lip as she pulled the crop back and delivered the next blow. Whap! It hurt. 

Sandra smiled. "Your time is down to 40 days." She ran her fingernails down my back. "Are we done?" 

"No Mistress. I beg you for another stroke." 

Sandra nodded. She raised the crop and hit me again. She didn't hit me as hard this time. I smiled to myself. Sandra loved me. I could trust her. She was enjoying this. She was obviously very excited, but she would never injure me. 

We continued this for what seemed to be an eternity. Sandra would deliver her blow. After she struck me she would watch as I winced in pain. Each stroke seemed to inflame her passion. 

After the ninth blow Sandra pulled a bar stool over and sat down. She was obviously aroused. She unconsciously spread her legs and rubbed her wet cunt with the handle of the riding crop. 

After a moment she asked, "Sissyboy are we done."

When she heard me ask for another stroke she took a deep breath. "As you wish sissyboy." She raised her arm and struck me again. She gasped when she saw me wince from the sting of the tenth blow. 

Again Sandra asked. "Are we done sissyboy?" You're down to only eight days of penance. Certainly you can easily endure eight nights of abstinence." 

I was lying on the pinball machine with my eyes closed. This was becoming a challenge for me. I took a deep breath. I knew that I could do this. I turned my head towards Sandra and opened my eyes. "Mistress I beg you, please strike me again." 

Sandra's chest heaved. She paused for a moment, lit her second cigarette, took a long drag and slowly exhaled the smoke. "Very well sissyboy." 

Sandra pulled the riding crop back. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it come forward. I braced myself. She hit me hard this time. I uttered a low cry in response to the pain. Sandra took a deep breath when she heard me. My cry obviously excited her. Sandra took a long drag on her cigarette and sat down on the stool again. She started to massage her cunt. 

After a moment she got up and whispered into my ear. "You have one more stroke coming Sissyboy, this is your last one. I'm going to make it very special for you." 

Sandra rubbed the leather loop at the tip of the riding crop in her pussy. After a moment she pulled it out of her cunt and showed it to me. It glistened with the moisture from her sex. "Stevie you've been a very good boy tonight. Here's a little treat for you." She rubbed the tip of the crop against my lips. "Kiss the end of my whip. Can you taste my pussy?" Sandra took a deep breath. "Beg me baby. Beg me to hit you one more time." 

I looked at Sandra and whispered, "Hit me one more time Mistress. I beg you to do it. I want you to do it. Hit me hard." 

Sandra licked my ear. "Baby I'm so hot." She ran her fingers over my cock cage. "You know that you belong to me. You're my plaything. You like that don't you. You like being my slave don't you Stevie." 

I took a very deep breath. "Yes Sandra, I love being your slave. I believe that I was born to be your slave." 

Sandra whispered. "That means that I must have been born to be your Mistress."

Sandra closed her eyes and pulled the riding crop back. The blow hit me hard. I screamed. This one hurt. Sandra gasped when she heard my cry. 

It took me a moment to recover. We were done. I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad. 

Sandra put the crop down and kissed my cheek. "Baby were done, let's go upstairs. You were wonderful. You're so very strong." 

Sandra untied my leash and pulled it off of me. She very gently lifted me up, took my hand and led me back upstairs. When we got back into the living room Julie and Ricky were nowhere to be seen.

Sandra took me into the playpen and laid me face down on the bed. 

She left the room. A few minutes later she returned with a basin of water, a bar of soap, a wash cloth and a tube of medicinal salve. 

Sandra lovingly washed my bottom with soap and water. After washing me, she dried me with the towel and rubbed the salve over my bruised ass cheeks. When she was done she rolled me over and unlocked my cock cage. After she removed it, she gently washed my cock and balls and softly kissed me on my forehead. 

While she was kissing me I looked up at her and grinned. "That was fun." 

Sandra sat up and stared at me. After a moment she yelled, "You shit. I was worried that I went too far. Why didn't you say something? I thought I hurt you." 

I laughed. "I was having too much fun." 

Sandra grinned at me. "Okay sissyboy, now I'm going to have some fun." She climbed on top of me and sat down on my face. She was soaking wet. For the next hour she rode my face like I was a bucking bronco. I don't know how many orgasms she had, they were too numerous to count. 

Sandra finished our game by lying next to me and giving me a gentle blow job. I came in her mouth. When I was done ejaculating she stared into my eyes and swallowed my semen.

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. Sandra always kisses me and passes my cum into my mouth when I'm done ejaculating.

Sandra giggled. "I don't want to share your cum any more. I want it all to myself."

I put my arms around Sandra and hugged her. She put her arms around me and hugged me back. 

I really don't know how long we stayed like that. It didn't matter. We were in love, time was irrelevant.

When we finally got up, Sandra took my hand and led me into our bedroom. Ricky and Julie were sound asleep. Sandra cuddled up next to Ricky. I cuddled up next to her and pulled the blankets up over us. 

We fell asleep quickly. We were at home. We were with our family. We were with people who we loved and who loved us. Life was very good.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 58



Note: This story is the fifty-eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Wednesday was a quiet day for all four of us. We were all a little tired and hung over from our excesses of the previous night. 

We'd worked very hard over the past two days, but now our efforts were paying off. Our chores were nearly complete. All four of us were moved back into the house and our lives were in good order. We still had a couple of easy tasks to take care of this morning, but when they were done we knew that we could spend the rest of the day relaxing. 

At 9:00 am Ricky and I went to the Ford Dealership and picked up his new car. He was beaming when he got into it and drove away. He reminded me of a little kid with a new toy. 

When we got home we picked up the girls. We went to the bank and set up five checking accounts. We had one account for household business and each of us had our own personal account. I arranged for the bank to automatically deposit $2,000.00 each month into each of our personal accounts. We also applied for credit cards for each of us. 

When were got home we spent the rest of the day reading on the patio. After dinner we watched a movie together and went to bed early. 

Wednesday night was the first time that the four of us made love together. Ricky and I took turns licking Julie and Sandra and they took turns sucking each of our cocks. It was a wonderful way to finish a beautiful, relaxing day. 

On Thursday I went into work and met with the partners. Julie, Sandra and Ricky went to the Lincoln Dealership and picked up our new Town Car. 

I got home just after 5:00 pm. Julie was just getting out of the hot tub. Sandra was lying on our porch swing.

Ricky was in the dining room vacuuming the carpet. I walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He smiled at me and switched off the vacuum cleaner. 

"Hi Stevie, we got the Lincoln. That is a fun car to drive." 

"I'm glad you like it, you can drive to Baxters tonight if you want to." 

"Thank you, I'd like that," He looked at his watch. "It looks like it's time for us to start getting the girls ready." 

I nodded in agreement. "If you start running a bath for Julie, I'll call Sandra. You can bathe the girls while I make a quick snack so that they won't starve before we have dinner." 

Ricky nodded and walked towards the bedroom. Julie was standing in the bedroom door. 

Ricky smiled at his wife. "Hey baby it's time to start getting you dressed for your evening at Baxters. We want you to look beautiful for all those handsome studs there." 

Julie kissed Ricky's cheek. Baby, I am looking forward to having a nice long fuck tonight." Julie walked over to her makeup table and leaned against it. She pulled her bathing suit bottom down and smiled at her husband. "Before you start my bath why don't you get down on your knees and give me a long passionate kiss. It'll help get me in the proper mood for the evening." 

As I was leaving the living room Ricky was kneeling down behind his wife.

I walked out onto the patio. Sandra waved when saw me walking over to her. 

"Hi baby, how was your meeting with the partners today?" 

"It was very productive. There are two projects that are developing into potentially good opportunities. We're starting to outline an investment strategy for both companies." I smiled. "Hey, enough business talk. It's time for you to come into the house so Ricky and I can bathe you and get you dressed. We're due at Baxters in less than two hours." 

Sandra sighed. "Stevie why don't we let Julie and Ricky go to Baxters tonight by themselves." 

She stood up and pulled her shorts down to her ankles. "We could play some very entertaining games together at home tonight." She kicked her shorts off, pulled her panties down and leered at me. "Wouldn't you like to spend the evening kissing my sweet little pussy?"

I laughed. "You know me baby. I could spend the next month kissing that pussy." I paused. "Sandra, we haven't seen Brenda, Bobby, Maddie, April or Mark since we got back together. I know they're dying to see us. I think that we have to go." 

Sandra shook her head. "Stevie I'm still not sure that I am ready to be with another guy."

I put my arms around her and hugged her. "You don't have to go out to the parking lot. We can just have dinner with our friends. After dinner, if you decide that you just want to sit with Ricky, Bobby, Mark and me in the bar that will be okay." 

I kissed her. "Sandra, I want you to understand that you don't have to stop playing with other men out of guilt. If you see a guy at Baxter's tonight who you find attractive, you should feel free to party with him." 

Sandra pressed her face against my chest. "Stevie I am so confused about everything. Whats wrong with me?" She stopped. "Why do I get so excited when I hit you with the riding crop? I love you more than anyone in the world. Why do I want to hurt you?" 

I laughed. "Why do I like it when you hurt me. Why do I get excited when you put a dog collar and leash on me and humiliate me in front of a man who's about to fuck you?" I shook my head. "Honey I don't understand any of this. What I do know is that we compliment each other. We both get excited when you whip me. We both love it when you humilate me in front of your lovers. Sandra I am your ying and you're my yang. We love each other and accept each other for what we are." 

I thought for a moment. "Sandra you didn't hurt me the other night. You could have, but you didn't. I would trust you with my life. 

Sandra hugged me. "Stevie, you always make me feel better." She looked up at me. "I would love to go to dinner at Baxters. It will be fun to see the gang." She paused. "I won't guarantee that I'll party with another guy tonight, but if I do decide to do it, are you sure that it will be okay with you?" 

I whispered into her ear. "I am not only okay with it, I would love it. It gets me very excited when I think about you giving another man a blow job." 

Sandra grabbed my nipple through my shirt and gave it a vicious twist. "Stevie we both really are a couple of pervs." 

I laughed. "Sandra my dear, I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Come on baby, let's go inside and get you cleaned up and dressed." I took Sandra's hand. We walked into the house together. 

When we walked into the bedroom the bathroom door was open. Julie was stepping out of the bathtub. As soon as she was out, Ricky wrapped a towel around her and patted her dry. 

When Julie was dry, Ricky called to me. "Stevie I'll start another tub while you get Sandra undressed. Julie's going to put on her makeup. You can make the girls a snack while I give Sandra her bath."

While I was undressing her, Sandra started giggling. "Hey Jules, what's better than having one slave in the house."

Julie laughed. "That's an easy question." She jumped up from her chair and ran over to Sandra.

They high fived each other and said in unison, "Having two slaves in the house."

I shook my head and patted Sandra's butt. "Go enjoy your bath. I'll make a snack for you and Jules." 

Sandra kissed me and went into the bathroom. She and Julie were both still giggling when I left to go into the kitchen. 

I made a snack of sliced apples and cheese sticks and set up four plates. I left two of them in the kitchen for Ricky and me. We weren't allowed to eat while we were serving our Mistresses. I brought the other two plates into the bedroom. 

Julie was at her makeup table. I set a plate down next to her. "Here's a small snack for you Mistress Julie." 

She smiled. "Thank you sissyboy, that's very thoughtful." 

I set Sandra's plate on her makeup table. I looked into the bathroom. She was just stepping out of the tub. Ricky was wrapping a big towel around her. She smiled at me when she saw me looking at her. I smiled back at her. 

She walked into the bedroom. "Sissyboy get me my new black miniskirt and white blouse." She thought for a moment. "I also want my red garter belt and nylons. I won't be wearing a brassiere tonight." 

I smiled to myself, Sandra was asking me to lay out a very seductive outfit. She was clearly going to be ready in case she does find a handsome man she would enjoy partying with tonight. 

I laid out Sandra's clothing while she ate her snack and applied her makeup. When I was done, I went to my dresser and took out a leather box. I brought it over to Sandra and opened it. 

Sandra looked in the box and smiled at me. It was her jewelry. She took the box and bit her lower lip. "Thank you Stevie. Considering what I did to you, it means a lot to me that you kept these things. "She looked away from me. "I wouldn't have blamed you if you'd sold them." 

I shook my head. "Sandra I would never sell this jewelry." 

Sandra looked at me. "Really?" 

"Really." 

She dug through the box and picked out two pieces. "I forgot all about these." She studied them for a moment. "Do you realize that Julie and I never wore these?" She paused. "I really don't know why?" She held up the two ankle bracelets that we'd purchased almost a year ago. I remembered that the charm on each anklet bore the inscription, "BJ Queen." 

I looked at Sandra. "Why don't the two of you wear them tonight." 

Sandra stared at the jewelry. "Stevie I don't know." 

I smiled. "They would look very sexy on you." 

Julie grinned. "Ricky get mine from Sandra. I would love to wear it tonight. It'll make a wonderful conversation starter with some hot guy." 

Sandra handed Ricky one of the ankle bracelets. He knelt down next to his wife, put it around her ankle and fastened the clasp. Julie held her leg up. It really did look sexy. 

Sandra smiled. "Okay I agree that does look very hot." She handed the other ankle bracelet to me. I knelt down and placed it around her ankle. As I fastened it Sandra said, "Stevie you just might end up spending sometime alone in the bar tonight." 

I kissed Sandra's feet. "Sweetheart, I certainly hope I do. " I winked at her. "I think a long slow fuck might be just what you need right now." 

Sandra looked at me. "You're evil." 

I laughed. "No just perverted."

Ricky and I finished dressing the girls. 

When we were done Julie smiled at us. "Its time for the two of you to get dressed." 

She looked at Sandra. "I want Ricky to wear a bra tonight." She laughed. "You and I aren't wearing one, someone should." 

Sandra laughed. "I agree. I think that this evening our boy's outfits should accentuate their feminine sides. " She thought for a moment. "We bought Stevie a lot of cute outfits last winter. Why don't you take a look in his dresser. I'm sure you can find something frilly and feminine for our two little coquettes to wear tonight." 

Julie went to my lingerie drawer. She pulled out two matching panty and bra sets. One set was pink. She handed that set to Sandra. The other set was bright red she kept that set for Ricky. 

She kept looking through the drawer. She found a red garter belt and a pink garter belt. "This is what I need." She opened my stocking drawer and found a pair of pink nylons and a pair of red nylons." She giggled. "Sandra I think we have the basics for a very cute outfit for each of our boys." 

Sandra stood up and went into my section of the closet. She dug through the clothes and selected two pairs of slacks and two golf shirts. The slacks were ivory and baby blue. Both pairs of slacks were obviously tailored for women. They both had elastic waist bands and zipped on the side. The golf shirts were pink and pale yellow. They each had a small flower embroidered on them. Ricky and I were going to look very feminine tonight. 

Sandra laughed as she laid the clothes out on the bed. "If our boys are wearing these outfits tonight, we aren't going to have to worry about some hussy mistaking them for studs." 

Julie started laughing. "I can't wait until the gang at Baxter's get a look at our little cuties." 

Ricky and I looked at each other. This was going to be a very humiliating evening. We both smiled, we couldn't wait. 

Sandra walked over to her dresser. She opened a drawer and took out my cock cage. 

Julie saw what she was doing and turned to Ricky. "Footboy, fetch your cage from my dresser." 

Sandra turned to me. "Get your clothes off Speedy. It's time to lock you up." She laughed. "We can't have you walking around Baxter's with a free swinging dick." 

Sandra slipped my cage onto my cock and balls and snapped the lock shut. Julie was doing the same thing to Ricky. 

Sandra handed me my lingerie. "It's time to get dressed sissyboy." 

I quickly slipped on the panties, bra and garter belt. I had to sit down so I could put on the nylons. I'd just shaved my legs this morning before I went to work so they were nice and smooth. The nylons rolled on easily. I stood up and clipped the tops of my hose to my garter belt. When I was done I turned and faced Sandra. 

"My aren't you cute." She giggled. "Sissyboy pink is a wonderful color for you." She picked up the ivory slacks and handed them to me. "These should look very nice on you." 

I put them on and looked in the mirror. I shook my head. I would never be wearing these slacks to work. 

Sandra handed me the pink golf shirt. "Sissyboy this shirt will look cute with those slacks." 

I put the shirt on and turned back to the mirror. As I looked at my reflection I wished that the slacks had belt loops. A belt would really help make the outfit a little less feminine. Unfortunately the slacks didn't have belt loops. I was fairly certain that Sandra had selected them for exactly that reason. 

Sandra laughed as I looked at myself. "Sissyboy you really are cute tonight." 

She looked over at Ricky. He was just tucking his pale yellow golf shirt into his light blue slacks. "Jules our husbands are a pair of real cuties tonight. " She laughed. "One of these evenings we should dress them up as girls. We could make them wear lipstick, eye shadow, skirts, everything." 

Julie laughed. "That would be fun Sandra. I'll bet they'd both look very sexy in a miniskirt." 

Sandra looked at the clock and stood up. "Everyone get your shoes on. It's time to be going." 

Ricky and I each put on a pair of thin soled Italian tassel loafers. They were technically men's shoes, but you would have had a hard time convincing me of that fact. Our slacks just barely reached the top of our loafers. You could easily see out nylon stockings. Tonight no one would be mistaking Ricky and I for a couple of studs. 

Sandra and Julie each put on a pair of spike heeled pumps. They looked really hot in their short skirts, sexy shoes and ankle bracelets. 

As we walked out to the car I tossed Ricky the keys for the Lincoln. "You driving tonight okay buddy?' 

He caught the car keys and grinned. "I'd love to."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 59



Note: This story is the fifty-ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

It was just after 7:00 when we arrived at Baxter's. Everyone was glad to see us. 

As we drove by the front entrance, Jerry the doorman stopped us and leaned into the car. "Hey Sandra and Stevie, welcome back! It's nice to see the two of you together and at Baxter's again." 

Sandra leaned forward and grabbed Jerry's hand. Thanks, you're a sweetheart. It's nice to be back." 

We drove into the back parking lot. Ricky pulled the Lincoln up next to the back fence and parked. He obviously knew the routine at Baxter's. 

The four of us got out of the Lincoln and walked to the bar entrance. Phil the security guard looked up as we approached his shack. He smiled when he recognized us. "Hey Sandra and Stevie, this place hasn't been the same without you; welcome back." 

Sandra leaned over and kissed Phil on the cheek. "Thanks baby, it's nice to be back." 

Phil smiled. "I assume I'll be seeing the two of you a little later this evening." 

Julie laughed. "You'll be seeing me for sure Phil. I'm in the mood to play." 

Phil grinned at Julie. "I have never seen the two of you when you weren't in the mood to play." 

As we walked in the door Phil tapped my shoulder. "Hey Stevie, nice socks." 

I looked at him and laughed. "Life isn't always easy for a sissy cuckold wimp like me." 

Phil grinned. "Those two ladies you guys are hooked up with are awfully sexy. I might be willing to trade places with you." 

Sandra grabbed me and smiled at Phil. "Sorry sweetheart, Stevie is the only sissy cuckold wimp for me." 

We all laughed and went inside. 

As we walked into the bar Mike the bartender looked up. "Well look at what the cat dragged in. Hi Stevie, boy have we missed you. Welcome back buddy." 

I walked over and shook his hand. "How have you been Mike? I've missed you to." 

He smiled at me. "I'm doing okay. You know how it its. Sometimes life is good, sometimes life is not so good. It's the way of the world." 

I smiled back at him. "Believe me I understand that very very well." I leaned over the bar. "Mike I'll be back to talk to you a little later. Right now we have to meet the rest of the group in the dining room." 

Mike nodded. "I'll catch you a little later buddy." 

We walked into the dining room. Everyone was there. When they noticed us coming in they stood up and cheered. 

Brenda walked over and hugged me. "Stevie I am so glad that the two of you are back together again." 

I hugged her back. "Thanks Brenda, you can't imagine how happy I am." 

We all sat down. Dinner was wonderful. We ate drank and talked. As we were finishing our desserts, I noticed that it was almost 9:00. The bar was filling up with strong handsome men. I looked over at Brenda and April. They were both checking out the studs in the bar. 

After a moment Brenda looked at Bobby. "Baby I think that the moment has come for all cucks to make themselves scarce." She smiled. "Its party time for the wives."

Bobby, Mark, Ricky and I got up and moved to a section of open stools not too far from the bar door. Jamal was with us for dinner. He and Maddie were a constant pair these days. He also got up from the table, but he didn't join us at our end of the bar. Instead he joined the group of studs that were drinking and talking at the other end of the bar. 

All four of us watched our wives. Later when the girls were out in the parking lot, there would be time for more conversation. Right now all of us wanted to enjoy watching our girls as they selected and seduced their playmates for the evening. 

It didn't take long. April was the first of the group to get her man. He was tall and had dark hair. He appeared to be in his mid 30's. He walked over to the table and whispered into her ear. She smiled at him and motioned for him to sit down. 

Brenda found a guy next. He seemed to be in his late 40's. As soon as he sat down the two of them started laughing and talking like two newlyweds on their honeymoon. 

Our old chairs at the table filled fast. Julie found a guy, so did Maddie. Soon the girls were all up dancing with their playmates for the evening. 

Sandra now found herself alone at the table. She smiled at me, got up and walked into the bar. She kissed me on the cheek. "I guess I get to sit with my baby for the whole night tonight." 

I pulled up a bar stool and as Sandra sat down, I turned to Mike. "I think we need one diet coke a little earlier than usual." 

Mike laughed and looked at Sandra. "Welcome to the cuck stools my dear. Chatting with these four guys is always the high point of my week. I can well understand why you want to join us." He laughed some more. "Hot sex in the back seat of a car is way overrated." 

We all laughed. Sandra hugged me. "Mike some things in this world are better than sex." 

We all looked at her. Bobby stood up. "Someone dial 911, Sandra needs to go to the hospital." 

As we laughed Julie and her stud for the evening walked up to Ricky. She gave her husband a kiss on the cheek and said, "Give me the keys for the Lincoln baby. It's time to break in the backseat." 

Ricky tossed her the keys and smiled. "Have a good time." 

Julie's lover put his arm around her. As they walked to the back door Julie kissed this strange man and said, "Come on big guy lets go party." 

Sandra looked at us. "This must be the hardest part of the evening for you guys." 

We all laughed. Bobby shook his head. "No Sandra this might actually be the hottest part of the evening for us." 

Sandra leaned over and kissed his cheek. "How were all of us lucky enough to find each other." 

Over the next five minutes Brenda, April, Maddie and their studs for the evening all walked by us on their way to the parking lot. April and Brenda both made it a point to acknowledge their husbands as they left the bar. Maddie smiled at all of us as she walked by. Jamal came a few minutes later. He had a tall, attractive, middle aged brunette on his arm. She appeared to be a professional woman. She was wearing a wedding ring on her left hand. We smiled. We all knew Jamal very well. She was in for a very good time and she probably deserved it. 

Bobby, Mark, Ricky and I all new that we were on our own for the next hour. We relaxed. Mike brought us a second round of diet cokes. We started to talk football. Sandra fell right into the conversation. She loves the NFL.

While we were talking the bar door opened and Big Dick Jason walked in. 

I looked up and nodded to him. He walked right over to me. "Hi Stevie, It's nice to see you." He turned to Sandra. "Its about time you came to your senses and got back to the guy who really loves you." 

Sandra was amazed. She ignored Jason's comment and looked at me. "When did the two of you become such good friends?" 

I smiled. "When you left me, Jason was one of my biggest supporters. For the first two weeks that you were gone he called me everyday just to make sure that I was okay." I laughed. "When I told Roger that Jason Mathews was my attorney I wasn't just blowing smoke." 

Sandra looked at Jason. "Really? You took care of my baby when I was being so awful to him?" 

Jason smiled at Sandra. "Your boy and I have become very close friends. He even takes me out to the golf course once a week just so he can take my money." 

I laughed. "I offered to give you more strokes." 

He grinned at me. "Fuck you." 

We both laughed. 

Sandra stared at Jason. "I guess I should be thanking you. I feel awful about what I did to Stevie. It's nice to hear that so many people were there to support him." Sandra shook her head. "I really don't know what to say." 

I leaned over to Sandra and whispered into her ear. "Why don't you ask him if he'd like to dance." 

Sandra looked at me. "Are you sure your okay with that?" 

I laughed. "I am not only okay with it, I'd be disappointed if you didn't ask him to dance." 

Sandra looked up at Jason. "Would you dance with me Jason?" 

He smiled. "Sandra I would love to dance with you." 

Jason extended his hand. Sandra took it. He led her to the dance floor. I watched as they started to dance. Jason was much taller than Sandra. As they danced Jason pulled Sandra closer to him. She pressed her head into his chest and closed her eyes. 

They danced like this for several minutes. I watched as Jason slid his hand to Sandra's ass. She didn't stop him. Instead she put her hands around his neck and danced even closer to him. After a moment Sandra stood on her tiptoes and whispered into Jason's ear. He nodded. Sandra took his hand and led him over to me. 

Sandra walked up and kissed my cheek. "Stevie you told me that if I found a hot guy that I wanted to party with tonight it would be okay with you." 

I nodded. "Yes, I did say that." 

Sandra stared at me. "Would it be okay with you if I partied with Jason?" 

I smiled. "Sandra it would make me very happy if you partied with Jason." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Baby I am very sure." 

Sandra smiled. "Thank you sweetheart." 

She grabbed Jason's hand. "Come on big guy, we're about to have some serious sex." 

As Sandra led Jason to the bar door he looked back at me. I smiled at him and winked.

Gradually the girls returned from the parking lot. One by one they came through the back door, kissed their lovers for the evening goodbye and joined us at the bar. As they sat down we ordered each of them a diet coke. 

Jamal came in with his partner for the evening. She had a starry look in her eyes. We all smiled. We knew that our friend had shown her a very good time. Jamal kissed her goodnight. She left and Jamal pulled up a bar stool next to Maddie. 

I smiled as I watched them greet each other. It was obvious that they were falling in love. I thought that it was ironic that the one woman in the group who truly wanted a submissive cuckold to dominate was going to end up married to a bull. 

Brenda looked at me. "Stevie the group needs to get together to celebrate the fact that you and Sandra are back together." 

I laughed. "Bren I'll celebrate that anytime." 

She smiled at me. "The four of you have the biggest house. Stevie I am trying to get the rest of us invited over for dinner." 

Julie, Ricky and I all started laughing. 

I said, "Brenda you don't ever need an invitation to our house. All you ever have to do is show up at supper time." 

She laughed. "I know that Sissyboy. I am trying to set up a social occasion." 

I raised my eyebrows. I wasn't ready to get serious just yet. "Sissyboy? At this part of the evening at Baxter's I think that I should be addressed as Mr. Sissyboy." 

Brenda stood up and walked over to me. She grabbed my nipple, gave it a vicious twist and laughed. "Stevie you will always just be Sissyboy when you're around me." 

I grinned at her. "Be careful, if you keep sweet talking me like that I'm liable to get down on my knees and start licking your asshole right here." 

Brenda giggled. "Promises promises." 

We all started laughing. As we were laughing the bar door opened and Sandra and Jason walked in. Sandra had a very contented look in her eyes. 

She walked straight to me, put her arms around my neck and gave me a long passionate kiss. When she was done she stepped back and smiled. "Hi baby." 

I kissed her cheek and pulled up a bar stool. She sat down next to me. I turned to Mike. "We need another diet coke buddy." 

Mike smiled. "Coming right up Stevie." 

Jason turned to me. "Stevie I know the rules of this group, no studs at the bar after the parties. I'll take off now." 

I stood up, found another bar stool and put it on the other side of Sandra. "Jason you're my friend. If you can't have a diet coke with this group, then we'll sit somewhere else and have a diet coke together." 

Brenda nodded. "Jason please join us." 

Jason thanked her and sat down. 

Brenda turned to Sandra. "We want to have a little party to celebrate the fact that you and Stevie are back together. We want to hold it at your house, it's the biggest and nicest house. April and I will of course volunteer the assistance of our slaves to help get your house ready for the party." 

Sandra clapped her hands. "What a wonderful idea. Let's do it Saturday. Come over early. Stevie will make us breakfast. The weather is still warm. We can make it an all day party. We'll sit by the pool while the slaves clean the house and make dinner." Sandra looked around. "Can everyone make it on Saturday?" 

Every one nodded. Jason looked at us. "Does this invitation include me?" 

I smiled at him. "Yes it most certainly does." 

He looked at Sandra. "Where do I fit in here. Do I have to clean and cook with the slaves?' 

Brenda laughed. "Jason, I think that Julie, Sandra, April, Maddie and I can think of a much better way for you to spend your time on Saturday afternoon." 

Maddie hugged Jamal. "You guys can have Jason. If my baby can get away from the hospital on Saturday, I intend to spend the entire afternoon partying with him in your basement gameroom. 

Jamal laughed. "Now that is what you would call an incentive." He stopped for a minute. "Sandra I have two very close friends that I would like to introduce to this group. I met them both in medical school. Jack is doing his residency in internal medicine. Brandy dropped out of medical school. She works as an escort now. They're both very nice people and I would like you guys to get to know them." 

I smiled at Jamal. "Your friends are our friends." 

Sandra looked at Jamal. "We'd love to meet them. Please tell them to come early. They can join us for breakfast and spend the day relaxing by the pool." 

It was late. Everyone was tired. We all said our goodbyes. As we left everyone was talking about Saturday. We were all looking forward to a party. 

Ricky wanted to drive home and I was more than willing to let him. Sandra and I got into the backseat and snuggled up together. 

As we pulled out of the parking lot Sandra said, "It was really lucky that Jason showed up tonight." 

I laughed. "Luck had nothing to do with it. I called him and asked him to be there." 

Sandra looked at me. Suddenly she yelled, "You shit!" and hit me hard on my arm. 

I winked at her. "Baby I just thought you needed a little push to help you get back to being your old self." 

Sandra put her arms around me and kissed me. "Stevie Wagner you are the most wonderful man in the whole world." 

I smiled. "Can I have that in writing?" 

Sandra giggled. "Hell no."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 60



Note: This story is the sixtieth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

September in the north central part of the United States is a beautiful month. The daily high temperature is usually right around 80 degrees Fahrenheit. It's a dry time of the year. We get very little rain during September so the days are not only warm, they're also sunny. It's a wonderful month to be outside. 

Saturday was a classic September day. The high temperature was projected to be 84 degrees. The sun was shining and the air was still. It was going to be a great day to party by the pool. 

Our guests started arriving at 10:00. When they got into the house everyone quickly changed to bathing suits or shorts. This day was going to be more of a social occasion. We all knew that with this group there was going to be sex play and domination going on, but it wasn't the focus of the day. Today we were going to be a group of friends having a good time. 

Bobby, Ricky, Mark and I were still slaves. We would be doing all of the work and acting as servants for everyone else, but we were wearing normal clothing and our chastity cages were put away. 

Just after 10:00 am, Jamal arrived with Maddie and his two friends. Ricky greeted them at the front door and brought them out to the patio. 

Jamal walked up to me and extended his hand. "Stevie thank you for having us over today. Both Jack and I have the day off. Being able to enjoy a beautiful day like this one sitting by your swimming pool is a rare treat for us. Believe me, we really appreciate being here. 

I shook Jamal's hand. "Jamal, I am happy that you can be here and I understand very well how little free time you actually get. I want you to make yourself comfortable in our house. If there is anything that we can do to make your day off more enjoyable, please ask." 

I turned to his friends. "How do you do, I'm Stevie." 

Jamal shook his head, "I'm sorry. Stevie this is Jack and Brandy. Jack is an internal medicine resident at the University Hospital. Brandy used to be...." 

Brandy interrupted. "I'm a professional escort. I trust you know what that means." 

I smiled at Brandy. "Yes I know exactly what that means." I paused for a moment. I sensed that Brandy was a little defensive about her profession. "Brandy you're with the right people today. As you get to know us you'll find out that everyone here lives an unconventional life style. I hope that no one in this group will judge you based on a preconception about what you do." 

Brandy looked at me. "What do you mean?" 

I smiled at her. "This is a pretty deep conversation for an introduction." 

She laughed. "Hi Stevie I'm Brandy. Now what do you mean?" 

"People make many assumptions about women in your profession." 

Brandy nodded. "Yes I understand. We're drug addicts, we were sexually abused as children, we're imprisoned in this profession by pimps." 

"Yes those are the assumptions that I am thinking of." I paused to consider what I was going to say next. "What I am trying to say is that all of that may or may not be true. It doesn't matter. We still have to judge you as an individual and we can only do that by getting to know you. Brandy I'm a submissive cuckold wimp. I live as my fiancée's slave. My fiancée dominates me and openly sleeps with other men. There are many people in our society that are waiting in line to judge Sandra and me. My only request to those people is please get to know us as individuals before you judge us." I smiled at her. "What I am trying to explain to you is that in this household it is my most fervent desire that you will be offered that same courtesy." 

Brandy looked at Jamal. "I can see why you wanted me to meet these people." She turned back to me. "Stevie I am sorry if I came off as having a chip on my shoulder. It's just that most people do judge me as soon as they learn what I do for a living. I like what I do. I could have stayed in medical school. I chose to become a full time escort. I don't have a pimp, I don't do drugs and I wasn't sexually abused. I enjoy sex and I have a job where I get paid to have sex." 

She stared at me. 

I smiled at her. "Do you have any strong feelings about eating breakfast?" 

Brandy laughed. "It's my favorite meal of the day." 

I offered her my arm. "Please allow me to escort you to the dining room table." 

Brandy grinned at me. "Stevie you may be a cuckold wimp but you seem to be one very wise cuckold wimp." 

I nodded to her. "Thank you, that's a very nice compliment. Brandy, welcome to our house."

Ricky and I had a very nice breakfast prepared. We served scrambled eggs, grilled sausages, whole fresh strawberries, fresh baked caramel rolls, orange juice, milk and coffee. 

On this morning all of us; Mistresses, studs and slaves, sat together while we ate. As I said earlier, today we were a group of good friends getting together to have fun. 

After breakfast the girls and Jason, Jack and Jamal went out to the pool. 

Ricky, Bobby, Mark and I cleaned up the kitchen and set up a small bar on the patio with soft drinks, coffee, iced tea, beer and wine. 

Maddie and Jamal found lounge chairs and relaxed in the sun. 

April dangled her feet in the pool and read a mystery novel.

Julie put on her new pink bikini. She spent most of her time walking around trying to tease Ricky. Julie might sleep with other men, but she loved her husband and he was always the focus of her attention.

Brenda went into the living room and stripped to her panties and bra. 

Brandy looked at her and asked, "Where's you bathing suit?" 

Brenda laughed. "With this crowd why would you bother. Brandy every one of these girls is going to be running around naked within the next hour."

Sandra was of course the one who loosened up the party. She sat down in front of Big dick Jason, brazenly slipped the crotch of her bikini to one side and flashed her pussy at him.

Brandy looked out the patio doors and saw what Sandra was doing. She turned back to Brenda and laughed. "You seem to know this crowd very well." She shrugged. "I might as well join in the fun." She started stripping her clothes off.

I was standing in the kitchen door when Brandy took her clothes off. It was easy to see why she was a successful escort. She was a gorgeous red head with a large bust and a full round ass.

I walked across the living room and stepped out onto the patio. 

When April saw what Sandra was doing she set her book down and immediately took her bathing suit off. The party was loosening up very quickly.

I think I may have mentioned in the past that Big Dick Jason is not a shy man. He is every bit as much an exhibitionist as Sandra. I'm not being critical. I suspect that if I had a twelve inch cock, I might also be an exhibitionist.

Jason looked at Sandra's exposed cunt and unzipped his shorts. He pulled his huge penis out and started stroking it.

Sandra grinned at him, pulled her bathing suit bottom off, spread her legs and posed for him while he slowly masturbated.

Brenda was watching all of this from the living room. 

She turned to Brandy and smiled. "I guess its time to move things to the next level."

Brenda took off the rest of her clothes and stepped out onto the patio. She walked right up to Jamal's friend Jack and got down on her knees between his legs. Without saying a word she pulled his swimming trunks off and started giving him a blow job. 

Jack smiled at everyone. "This is certainly a friendly group of people."

Sandra got up, took her bathing suit top off and walked over to Jason. She got on her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts off. 

Jason winked at Sandra. "What's on your mind sweetheart?" 

Sandra leered at him and grabbed his cock. "I want to lick this great big dick." 

I smiled as I stood next to the bar and watched Sandra give Jason a blow job. She was slowly becoming her old self again.

Maddie moved over to Jamal's lounge chair. She unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them off and licked her lips. "I'm going to show these girls how to give a proper blow job." 

Jamal laughed. "Maddie honey I am all yours." 

Maddie kissed the head of Jamal's cock for a few seconds and then she lifted it up and started to lick his balls.

April looked at the situation and shook her head. "Hey this isn't fair. There aren't enough cocks to go around. Who came up with the guest list anyway?" 

Brandy was standing right behind April. "It seems to me that there's still four unattached men walking around here." 

Julie laughed. "Sorry Brandy, those are our cucks. They don't get to play." She giggled. "You might say they're our eunuchs." 

Brandy looked at the four of us for a moment. "You mean to say that these four guys are not going to be allowed to have any sex this afternoon?" 

April nodded. "If you want your pussy or your ass licked, feel free to grab one of them, but no one will be touching their cocks and they are not allowed to cum." 

Brandy looked at us again. "I love this, this is really hot." 

She turned back to April. "If that's a serious offer I am going to take advantage of it. I spend every afternoon and night of the week giving blow jobs. I'd love to have my pussy get a little oral attention for a change." She thought for a moment. "You said they also lick your asses?" 

Sandra took Jason's cock out of her mouth. "My boy, the one over there." Sandra pointed at me. "He absolutely loves licking assholes. Help yourself. He answers to Sissyboy or Speedy. He's very well trained and has an energetic tongue. He'll give you a lot of pleasure." She paused." Actually they're all very well trained. Try all four if you like." 

Brandy leered at us. "I think I'm going to have a wonderful time this afternoon."

Sandra looked at me. "Sissyboy take Mistress Brandy into the playpen and show her a good time." 

She turned to Brandy. "If he fails to please you let me know. I'll give him a little taste of the riding crop and let him try again." 

I walked over to Brandy. "Mistress may I escort you to our playpen?" 

Brandy smiled at me. "Thank you sissyboy, I think that would be very nice." 

When we got into the playpen Brandy sat down on the edge of the bed. "Stevie I spend everyday fulfilling other people's sexual fantasies. I enjoy my work, but this is my day off." 

I kneeled at her feet. "Mistress let me try to fulfill your fantasies today." 

Brandy took a deep breath. "Stevie I would love it if you would do that." She rolled over onto her stomach and sighed. "I love having my ass kissed and licked. It's something that doesn't happen for me very often in my professional life. Most of my gentleman want to play with my tits and get their cocks sucked." Brandy closed her eyes. "Stevie please lick my asshole."

I lay on the bed behind Brandy and spread the cheeks of her ass apart. She sighed as she felt my lips touch her puckered little anus. 

At first I just kissed her. My kisses were soft and gentle. 

When I felt Brandy start to relax I parted my lips and let the tip of my tongue explore the entrance to her dark tunnel.

Brandy shivered when she felt my tongue probing her. 

"Stevie, that feels so nice. Push your tongue into me, I want to feel it deep inside my ass." 

When she felt me pushing my tongue deeper into her asshole Brandy reached between her legs and started massaging her clit.

The time for relaxation and tender stimulation was over. Brandy was ready for some hot and dirty sex.

I started fucking her ass with my tongue while she rubbed her clit.

The tension built quickly. She screamed when she had her first orgasm.

After she regained her composure, Brandy took a moment to relax and then she sat up. "Stevie lie on your back. I want to ride your face."

When we were in position, Brandy sat down and planted her ass directly on my mouth and nose. 

Once we were settled she said, "Stevie pat my hip if you're having trouble breathing. I don't want to suffocate you."

I nodded and started licking her asshole. 

Brandy giggled with pleasure and started rubbing her clit again.

I almost did suffocate when she had her second orgasm. She lost control when the waves of pleasure started and pressed her ass into my face. I tried pushing her off of me, but I could not. She was positioned too securely. Fortunately, just when I thought I was going to black out her orgasm started to subside and she rolled off of my face.

For a moment we lay perfectly still. Brandy was enjoying the pleasant afterglow of her orgasm and I was gasping in an effort to get some oxygen back into my lungs.

When we were both fully recovered, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "Stevie, eat my pussy. I want you to make me cum one more time." 

I buried my face in Brandy's cunt. She was sopping wet. I found her clit and started sucking on it. I knew that at this point there was no need to be gentle. Brandy's lust was in full flame. She wanted me to make her cum. 

It didn't take long before she began panting. I felt her muscles tighten and the tension begin to build in her loins. Her eyes were closed. She started to moan. Her moans turned into cries and suddenly her cries turned into an ear shattering scream. 

Brandy's body started to violently shake as the waves of orgasm rolled through her. I sat up and watched. It took several seconds before the convulsions finally started to subside. Gradually she relaxed. 

She lay still for several minutes. Eventually she sat up and grinned at me. "Stevie that was wonderful." 

I smiled at Brandy. "I am glad you enjoyed yourself."

Brandy and I walked back out to the patio. I found her a lounge chair. When she was seated I asked, "Mistress is there anything I can get for you?" 

Brandy flashed me a contented smile. "Sissyboy I would love a glass of ice tea." 

I went over to the bar and got Brandy's iced tea. I put it on a try and brought it to her. As I was walking over I looked at the scene on the patio. 

Jack was sitting on the edge of the hot tub dangling his feet in the water. April was in the tub. She was sucking his cock.

Jamal was lying on a chaise lounge near the pool. Julie was on top of him. They were fucking.

I looked across the patio. Jason was sitting on a patio chair. Brenda was giving him a blow job.

I looked over by the patio door. Sandra was sitting by herself. She was naked, she looked gorgeous. 

When she saw me looking at her she smiled at me.

I walked over to her. "Are you having a good time sweetheart?" 

She laughed. "Apparently not as good a time as you. You were in the house with Brandy for over an hour." 

I shrugged. "You told me to make sure she enjoyed herself." 

"Did she?" 

"I think so, she screamed pretty loud during her last orgasm." 

I leaned over and kissed Sandra. "How have you been doing out here?" 

She smiled at me and sighed. "Really good, Jason fucked me. I let him cum inside of me." She spread the lips of her cunt apart. "A lot of his semen ran down my thighs when I walked over here to sit down, but I think there's still quite a bit left in there. Can you see it?' 

I got down on my knees and looked. "I'm not sure. Why don't I see if I can taste him." 

Sandra closed her eyes. She sighed as I started eating her cunt. "Stevie I just love it when you lick another man's cum out of my pussy." 

I pushed my tongue deep into Sandra's cunt and found a large deposit of Jason's semen. When he fucked Sandra it had been his first orgasm of the day. The quantity of cum he left inside her reflected that fact. I licked as much of it out of her as I possibly could.

My effort quickly rekindled Sandra's passion. As she started to get aroused, I turned my attention to her clitoris. Her excitement grew rapidly. It didn't take me long bring her to an orgasm. 

When she finally relaxed she grinned at me. "Stevie I can't wait until we get married. You're going to be a wonderful husband."

When everyone else's sexual appetites were satisfied, The girls turned their attention to us. They finished the afternoon by giving Bobby, Mark, Ricky and me what they called a community blow job. I think Brenda came up with the idea. 

The six women, Brandy even joined in this time, arranged their chairs in a circle. They each took a turn sucking one of us for thirty seconds. Jack kept track of the time on his watch. After the time was up we had to move on to the next woman. 

It quickly turned into a contest. Everyone wanted to see which of us would cum first and who would be "The last cuck standing." Jason, Jack and Jamal organized a betting pool. Bobby became the favorite. The contest started. It was fun. Our women are all very good at sucking cocks. 

Mark was the first to cum. He only lasted for three girls. In all fairness to Mark, he didn't have much of a chance. From what I've heard about the way April treats him, he has very little experience with blow jobs. 

Of all of our Mistresses, April seems to get the most pleasure out of "the torture of orgasm denial." Mark is given very few opportunities to cum.

Maddie was the one who made him cum. A new contest developed. Which girl could make the most cucks cum. This was great for us. We were now the recipients of some very serious cock sucking. 

Ricky came next. It wasn't really fair, Julie was the one who made him ejaculate. She knew exactly how to do it. After she made Ricky cum she realized what she'd done and felt bad. Ricky didn't care. He loved Julie so much that as far as he was concerned she could never do anything wrong. He just sat down at her feet, put his arm around one of her legs and hugged her for the rest of the contest. 

It ended up as a head to head match between Bobby and me. It really wasn't much of a battle. I don't want to be accused of bragging, but I was inadvertently trained for this contest. You might remember that all of last winter I lived with Julie and Sandra. We made love nearly every night and our love making included my getting blow jobs from both of them. You may also remember that we spent a lot of time working on my ability to focus my attention so that I could keep from ejaculating until I was ready. 

I was trained by experts. Bobby didn't have a chance. He lasted for three women. Brandy made him cum. 

There were immediate protests that she should be disqualified because she was a professional. A very good natured argument started. We all turned to Big Dick Jason. 

He made the final ruling. He was an attorney. Somehow it made sense to us that he should be the impartial arbiter. 

He decided in favor of Brandy. When he "handed down" his decision he spoke in a deep authoritative voice. "If NBA players are allowed to participate in the Olympics than it only follows that a professional like Brandy should be eligible to participate in this contest." 

Brandy grinned at Jason. "That deserves a small reward." 

She got up, walked over to our impartial judge and kneeled down next to him. She pulled Jason's shorts down and winked at him. His huge cock sprang to attention as soon as it was freed. Brandy kissed the head, put it into her mouth and started sucking it.


Pandemonium erupted. Maddie and Julie argued that there was collusion between the Jason and Brandy. 

Sandra, Brenda and April called for a new game. 

Brandy and Jason ignored everything, they were busy. 

I grabbed Ricky, Bobby and Mark. We ran to the bar, pulled out a bottle of vodka and a bottle of vermouth and started making Martini's. 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 60



Ricky and I made the drinks. Mark and Bobby shuttled them to Jamal, Jack and the girls. The strong cocktails seemed to settle everyone down. 

Jamal and Jack started taking bets on how long it would take Brandy to make Jason cum. 

Jason laughed. "I've been fucking and getting sucked all afternoon. I can go a very long time right now." 

Brandy took his cock out of her mouth and flashed a very confident smile at us. "Two minutes; start the clock." 

Jason shook his head. "No way." 

Jack looked at his watch and said, "Go". 

I walked over to the bar and whispered to Ricky, "Keep the booze flowing. I am going to start the steaks. We need to get these people fed." 

I put the steaks on the grill. 

There was chaos behind me. Everyone had a favorite. There was clapping, cheering and chorus of advice. 

I heard Jack call, "20 seconds left." Then I heard him say "15 seconds." 

Suddenly I heard Jason yell, "Oh shit." 

I turned. Brandy still had his cock in her mouth, but Jason had the unmistakable look of a man who was in the process of ejaculating. 

Brandy closed her eyes and started to milk Jason's erection with her right hand. After a moment Jason pulled his cock out of her mouth. There was a large deposit of fresh semen on Brandy's tongue and lips. 

Brenda turned to Bobby. "Pussyboy go clean her up." 

Brandy smiled at Bobby, stood up, walked over to him and gave him a long passionate kiss. When they broke apart, Jason's cum was running out of Bobby's mouth. Everyone cheered.

I called Ricky and Mark over. "You guys get the table set, put the salads out and call everyone into the dining room. I'll finish cooking the steaks." I called to Bobby, "Hey Bob, keep the booze flowing." 

He wiped Jason's cum off of his lips and nodded. "I'll get right on it Stevie." 

The dinner was a great success. The food was well received and we went through three bottles of red wine. 

After dinner we all sat by the pool, drank coffee, looked at the stars and talked quietly. The party broke up at 8:00 pm. Everyone was tired. It was time to go home.

Later that evening I was down in my golf club room working on a set of irons I was building for Ricky. I heard a knock on the door. I turned, it was Sandra. 

I smiled at her. "Come on in sweetheart." 

She walked in and sat down. "Stevie, would you mind if I just sit with you and watch you work.?" 

"No I wouldn't mind at all, in fact It would make me very happy. I always love it when you come down here." 

We sat quietly for a few minutes. I was focused on cutting each of the club shafts to the proper length and flex. 

Sandra suddenly said, "I don't like Brandy. I don't want her to come to our house anymore." 

I stopped, set down the shaft I was measuring and looked at her. "What makes you say that?' 

"She's a prostitute." 

I thought about what Sandra just said for a moment and then I smiled at her. "There are a lot of people in this world that would be very quick to pass judgement on you and me because of our lifestyle." 

"Are you saying that were the same as she is?' 

"I don't know. I'm just saying that there are lots of people that would condemn us just because they don't approve of the life we lead." 

"We choose not to associate with those people." 

"How about your mother and father?" 

Sandra looked at me. "Stevie, thats not fair." 

"Why? Aren't your parents refusing to associate with you and me because of their perception of how we live?" 

Sandra thought about this for a long time. I picked up the golf shaft again. 

As I was measuring it she said, "I guess you're right, I'll try to look at Brandy as a person." 

I set the golf shaft down again. "How about your mother and father?" I paused. "Particularly your mother." 

Sandra gave me a puzzled look. "I don't understand." 

"Eight years ago they judged and rejected you because you made a moral decision that they disagreed with. You're angry with them because of that aren't you?" 

Sandra nodded. "Yes, I'm very angry with them." 

"In many ways you've worked hard to be a good daughter since then haven't you?" 

"Yes, and nothing I do seems to matter." 

"I understand. You went to college on your own and graduated with honors. You got accepted to law school and you're on the Dean's list." 

Sandra nodded. "Yes, and they still won't accept me." 

"Your very angry with them about that aren't you?" 

Sandra shrugged. "Stevie, I really am. No matter how hard I try they won't look at the good things I've done." 

I stared at Sandra for a moment. "Sometimes Brandy must get awfully angry."

Sandra looked up at me and sighed.

"You told me that when you and Roger went to Milwaukee to visit your parents it was a very difficult weekend filled with tension and bitterness.

Sandra nodded. "It really was. I think everyone was relieved when Roger and I got up and left before church on Sunday morning."

"Do you think it was possible that your parents sensed your anger?"

Sandra looked at me for a very long time. Finally she said, "Stevie what should I do?" 

I smiled. "Some day we're going to find a way to open a dialogue with your mother and father. When that happens you have to be ready to forgive them for condeming you for all these years." I paused. "I think that might make it much easier for them to forgive you." 

"Stevie I'm confused." 

"Sandra did your mother and father love you before you had your abortion?" 

She smiled at me. "Yes very much, I am sure of that." 

"Do you think it's possible that your mother and father feel guilty about how they've treated their daughter for the last eight years?" 

Sandra just stared at me so I continued. "Sometimes I think that we try to justify behavior that makes us feel guilty by becoming even more dogmatic about our justification for that behavior." 

Sandra shook her head. "You mean that when my parents start to feel guilty about how they've treated me, they deal with that guilt by becoming more angry with me for having my abortion in the first place." 

I smiled. "I'm just a stock analyst, but I think that's a strong possibilty." 

Sandra stared at me. "Its going to be hard to forgive them." 

I smiled. "It must be hard for Brandy to forgive all the people who judge her just because of her profession." 

Sandra thought for a minute. "If we're ever able to open up a dialogue with my mom and dad, I'll remember Brandy." Sandra smiled. "I think I understand now." 

She thought for another minute. "Stevie, I think I'd like to invite Brandy to come to our house again." 

"I think that would be a very nice thing to do." 

Sandra sat quietly. After a moment she said, "Stevie You must have been very angry with me when I left you. Forgiving me must have been very difficult for you."

"I didn't have any other choice."

"What do you mean?"

"Sandra do you know the saying, Don't bite off your nose to spite your face?"

"Sure, it means don't destroy something that's important to you because you're angry." Suddenly she looked up at me and grinned.

I smiled at her. "Sandra I love you. The only thing I want in this world is to be with you. Being angry with you wouldn't have given me what I wanted. Forgiving you got me what I wanted."

Sandra sighed. "Stevie I love you so much."

"I know, that's why it really wasn't very difficult for me to forgive you."

I started working on my golf clubs again. Sandra silently watched me. When I was done working I straightened up my bench, stood up and held Sandra's hand. "Let's go upstairs."

As we walked through the basement, Sandra turned to me. "Stevie do you think that we'll ever be able to open up a dialogue with my mother and father?" 

I kissed her cheek. "Sandra I guarantee you that we are going to try."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 61



Note: This story is the sixty-first installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

Serendipity.

The Merriam Webster Online Dictionary defines the word as: the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for; also: an instance of this. 

In the past year serendipity has visited me on numerous occasions. 

Just slightly over a year ago I went to a party at Ty Cummings townhouse and serendipity brought me Sandra Monroe. 

Three weeks later serendipity brought me Bentine Pharmaceutical and I became a millionaire. That night serendipity brought me Julie Gordon and I was blessed with two wonderful women. 

This past spring serendipity brought us Dr. Richard Norman, who you are more familiar with as Ricky. The four of us were able to become a family. 

Last weekend, serendipity brought us Brandy. Brandy taught Sandra to forgive.

This week serendipity is going to bring us Father Tom.

The magical combination of a prostitute and a Catholic Priest ended up having miraculous impact on our lives.

Sandra and I have been the beneficiaries of good fortune on numerous occasions during the past year. On Tuesday September 18th we may have had our finest stroke of luck. 

I was at work preparing for my weekly meeting with the partners when Avery Patterson called and asked me to come to his office. 

I walked down the hall. His door was open. Avery was talking with an older gentleman wearing a dark suit and a clerical collar. He appeared to be a priest. 

Avery stood up when he saw me. "Stevie please come in."

He turned to the man in the clerical collar. "Father Tom this is the wonder boy that you wanted to meet." 

Father Tom stood up and Avery introduced us. "Father Thomas Delaney, this is Steven Wagner." 

Father Delaney extended his hand. "I'm honored to meet you Mr. Wagner, Please call me Father Tom." 

I shook Father Tom's hand. "Please call me Stevie." 

Avery motioned for us to sit down. "Stevie, Father Tom and I went to college together. We became good friends at that time and have maintained a close friendship ever since. I'll let him explain everything else." 

Father Tom smiled at me. "Stevie for years my calling in the church has been to work with homeless families on Chicago's west side. You may have heard of Barbarossa Commons. That notorious housing project is at the center of the neighborhood where I have my mission. 

We have many needy families. Two years ago now a wealthy widow in one of Chicago's more affluent parishes passed away and left my mission $200,000." It was a generous gift. 

The money came to us without any stipulations regarding its use. This allowed me to use half of it to fund our programs for homeless children and give the other half to Avery. I asked him to invest it wisely. Many children needed this money.

Avery took our money and held it until he found what he thought was a good investment. The investment opportunity that he finally selected for us was Bentine Pharmaceutical. He purchased 10,000 shares of Bentine stock for us during the initial issue and held it until the day that it received FDA approval." 

He smiled at me. "I gather that you are very familiar with this part of my story." 

I nodded. "Yes, I am very familiar with that part of the story." 

"I gather that you are the man who is responsible for our good fortune." 

I started to answer but Avery jumped in. "Father Tom, Stevie is always way too modest about this. He discovered Bentine and mapped out the investment strategy that we used. He is the man behind your financial success." 

Father Tom looked at me. "Stevie, in my case it wasn't my financial success. It was a financial success for hundreds of poor families in one of Chicago's worst neighborhoods. Your efforts on our behalf have allowed us to feed and clothe another thousand children during this past year." 

I smiled at Father Tom. "Thank you, It means a lot to me to hear that. Sometimes it bothers me that all that I do with my life is make money for myself and other wealthy people." 

Father Tom laughed. "It's nice to meet a stock broker with a sense of moral responsibility." He laughed some more and turned to Avery. "Of course my buddy Avery over here has always been conscious of his responsibility to his community. He's a big contributor to my mission." He paused. "Stevie I just wanted to have a chance to meet you and let you know how much good your little Bentine Pharmaceutical discovery has done. I am forever in your debt. If there is ever anything that I can do for you, please ask." 

I thought for a moment. I knew that I wasn't really supposed to ask Father Tom for a favor, but I suddenly realized that this was our opportunity to reach Sandra's father. 

I took a deep breath and spoke. "Father Tom there is something you could do for me." 

"What might that be?" 

"Would you be willing to tell a priest in Milwaukee and two of his parishioners what you just told me?" 

Avery stepped in. "Stevie, Father Tom is a very busy man." 

Father Tom put his hand up and stopped Avery. "No this must be very important to this boy. Let's hear a little more." 

"It would help us clear up a major misunderstanding between my fiancée and her father. I would be very willing to make a significant donation to your mission in Chicago." 

He turned to Avery. "See it's already getting more interesting." 

"Father Tom if you would be willing to do this I would make a $200,000 donation to your programs. Avery knows a little about my financial situation. He can verify the fact that the sum is easily within my financial capabilities." 

Father Tom looked at Avery. Avery nodded to him. Father Tom looked back at me. "It's a very attractive offer Stevie, but I don't have the time. I have to be back in Chicago tomorrow evening. I'm taking the morning Greyhound Bus." He smiled. "Priests who work in missions for the poor don't get to travel lavishly." 

I smiled. "Father Tom you could travel lavishly tomorrow. I'm willing to buy you a first class airline ticket to Milwaukee. I'll have a limousine pick you up at the airport and take you to meet with the parish priest and his parishioners. I'll have that limousine wait and take you back to the airport where you will have a first class seat on an airplane to Chicago. When you arrive in Chicago I'll have another limousine meet you at the airport and take you to your home." 

Father Tom stared at me. "This must be very important to you Stevie?" 

"It is." 

Father Tom looked at Avery. "I think that this boy and I should speak in private." 

Avery looked at me. "Stevie why don't you take Father Tom to your office." 

I got up. "Father Tom will you please come with me."

Father Tom followed me to my office. When we were both seated he said, "All right Stevie, tell me what this is all about."

"Father Tom, when Sandra was eighteen." I stopped. "Sandra is my girl friend. We live together now and plan to get married in two weeks." He nodded. I continued. "When Sandra was eighteen she had an abortion." 

Father Tom shook his head. "Stevie you understand the Church's position on that."

"Yes, very well. That's the heart of our problem. Sandra's father is a devout Catholic. He threw Sandra out of the house when it happened. " 

Father Tom sighed. "I see." 

I continued. "Until recently Sandra has not had any communication with her mother or her father and it weighs heavily on her. This past summer her father had a heart attack. When Sandra went to visit him, her mother stopped her. She accused Sandra of being a prostitute and me of being her pimp." 

"What would cause her mother come to that conclusion?" 

"Before Sandra met me she was pretty wild. She developed a bad reputation." 

"Was there ever any truth to her parents suspicions?' 

"Are you asking if Sandra was ever a prostitute?" 

Father Tom nodded. "If I'm going to plead your case for you, I need to know the facts." 

I smiled. "No Sandra has never been a prostitute. Father Tom, she graduated from the University with honors. She got accepted to law school and has completed her first two years with a 3.75 grade point average. She has done all of this without any parental support. She earned scholarships and worked at menial jobs. She has never been a prostitute." 

Father Tom smiled. "You're very proud of her aren't you Stevie." 

"Yes Father Tom, I am." I paused. "I also love her very much. Sandra desperately wants be accepted by her parents. She even left me for another man last summer because she thought his professional position would convince her parents to accept her." 

"Really, What happened?" 

"Her parents allowed her to visit them, but she realized that she didn't love this man so she broke off her engagement and came back to me." 

"Because you have asked for my help in this matter, I assume that her parents rejected her again when she returned to you. Is that true?" 

"Yes." 

"Why do they dislike you so much Stevie?" 

"Father Tom my investments have made me a very wealthy man. Sandra and I do not live a lavish life style, but we live well. The nature of my job makes it difficult for many people to understand what I do. I frequently work from home. 

Sandra has a cousin who lives here. When she came to visit us, she saw our house and cars and Sandra's clothing and jewelry. She noticed that I didn't appear to have to go to work and she knew about Sandra's wild past. She put two and two together and unfortunately got 5. She drew a false conclusion from her observations and reported this false conclusion to Sandra's parents." 

Father Tom nodded his head in understanding. "You need me to give Sandra's parents a creditable explanation for how you acquired your wealth.

I smiled. "Father Tom that is exactly what I am asking you to do. I am not asking you to provide character references or speak on our behalf. I just want Sandra's parents to understand how I earn my income." 

"If I do this you say that you will make a $200,000 donation to my mission?" 

"Yes, I will give you more if I need to." 

Father Tom laughed. "No Stevie that amount is generous enough." He smiled at me. "I've never flown first class." 

I looked at Father Tom. "Does that mean that you'll do this?" 

"Yes Stevie, I'll do this." 

"Thank you very much Father Tom." 

He laughed. "Stevie your $200,000 donation is more than enough thanks." He stopped to think. "Stevie we might need something to get the parish priest and Sandra's parents to agree to meet me tomorrow." 

I smiled. "Would it help if I offered to make a $50,000 donation to the their church?"

He nodded. "I do believe that will get their attention." He paused. "Can you get me the name of the church?" 

"Yes, but I have to make a telephone call. Why don't you want to go back and continue your visit with Avery while I make the necessary arrangements?" 

"Thank you Stevie, I'll do that." 

"How much longer will you be here?" 

"Avery and I are planning to go out for a long lunch after his meeting with you. I'll come back here after lunch. I should be around at least until 3:00 pm." 

I smiled. I'll have everything ready by 3:00." 

"Stevie, get me the parish priests name and telephone number before your meeting with Avery. I should try to set up our meeting as quickly as possible." 

"I'll call Sandra right now."

Father Tom went back to Avery's office. I sat down at my desk and looked at my watch. It was just after 9:15. Sandra should be at the law school. She told me that her first class was at 10:00. I called her cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Sandra.

"Hi Stevie is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine. Listen sweetheart I am starting a campaign to reopen the lines of communication with your parents."

"Really, What's your plan Stevie?"

"Its pretty basic right now. I am just going to send a $50,000 donation to their church. It will be in our two names."

Sandra was quiet for a moment. "Stevie that's a really good idea. It just might work."

"Well let's not get our hopes up, but it is worth a try. Listen Sandra, I need the name of your mom and dad's church."

"Oh sure. It's St. Stephens Catholic Church on North 17th Street. Its not in Milwaukee. It's in the suburb of Lakeview. Lakeview is just north of Milwaukee."

"That's what I needed to know from you. I can find everything else I need on my own. Sandra I'm going to have a busy afternoon. I probably won't be home until supper time."

"All right baby. Thanks for letting me know." She laughed. "Jules, Ricky and I will make supper tonight."

I laughed. "Now this is something to look forward to."

"Hey that's not fair, we can cook." Sandra paused. "Stevie your not being sarcastic again are you?"

I laughed some more. "What's going to happen if I am."

"I think we might have to have another session with the riding crop when you get home."

"Is that a promise."

"No sissyboy, that's a threat and I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

"Sandra, now we both have something to look forward to at the end of the day. Listen baby, I have to go. I'll see you at suppertime."

"By Stevie, I love you."

"I love you to sweetheart."

I hung the telephone up and went out to see Jeanne the receptionist.

She smiled when she saw me. "Hi Stevie, did you come out here to keep me company?"

"Sorry Jeanne, I came out to ask a favor."

"Sure honey what can I do for you?"

"Would you set up some travel arrangements for me?"

"I'd be glad to, where are you going?"

I smiled. "Jeanne they're not for me. They're for Father Tom, the priest who's visiting with Avery right now."

Jeanne nodded. "Okay where is he going and what's his full name."

I explained the arrangements that I wanted. Jeanne listened carefully and made some notes.

When I was done with my explanation she smiled. "This is easy enough, just leave it to me Stevie. I'll get this trip set up right away."

"Thanks Jeanne, I appreciate this."

"No problem Stevie."

When I turned to walk down to Avery's office Jeanne was already reaching for her computer mouse.

Avery's office door was open. When he saw me he said, "Come in."

As I walked in Avery laughed. "I understand that Father Tom is going to Milwaukee on your behalf tomorrow."

I smiled. "Yes, Jeanne is making the travel arrangements right now."

Father Tom grinned at us. "I can't wait to sit in that first class seat."

Avery looked at his watch. "Stevie its almost 10:00. Let's go down to the conference room. It's time for our meeting."

He looked at Father Tom. "Can you make yourself comfortable here for the next 1/2 hour?"

Father Tom smiled, "Easily." He turned to me. "Stevie do you have some information for me?

"Yes, It's St. Stephens Catholic Church on North 17th Street in Lakeview, Wisconsin. Lakeview is a suburb of Milwaukee."

"What are Sandra's parent's names?"

"Edward and Patricia Monroe."

"I have your okay to offer the $50,000 donation to the church, correct?"

I nodded. "Yes you do." I stopped to think. "Why don't I give you a check before you go today. You can give it to them at the beginning of the meeting."

"That's a good idea Stevie." Father Tom looked at Avery. "Can I sit at your desk and make a couple of long distance telephone calls?"

Avery smiled. "Please help yourself."

When we left for the conference room, Father Tom was getting seated behind Avery's desk.

The meeting was brief and very businesslike. Avery wanted to get back to visiting with his friend and I wanted to find out if Father Tom was able to set up a meeting.

When we got back to Avery's office, Father Tom was sitting on Avery's leather couch reading the Wall Street Journal.

He looked up at us as we walked into the room. "This is always a fun newspaper to read."

He set the paper down and looked at me. "Stevie the priest at St. Stephens is Father William Henry. I called Father Henry and briefly explained who I was and told him about your donation to the church. He was very excited. They're in the midst of a major fund raising program. They want to remodel the church. He told me that he knew Edward and Patricia Monroe very well. He was curious about why I wanted to meet them. I told him that I would explain that at our meeting."

Father Tom crossed his legs and leaned back. "Father Henry agreed to call them. I told him that I would call him back in ten minutes. When I called back, he told me that he had been able to talk with both of the Monroes. They were also curious about what was going on, but they'd heard of me and my work in Chicago. They were excited about the chance to meet me. They were also excited by the opportunity to get a large donation for their church."

Father Tom gave me a big smile. "Stevie I'm scheduled to meet them at St. Stephens Church at 11:00 am tomorrow morning."

I smiled back. "Thank you Father Tom. I don't know what I can ever do to repay this favor."

"Stevie the $200,000 donation for my mission will be more than adequate."

Avery stood up. "Thomas, I do believe it is time for us to go to lunch. I know of an excellent restaurant not too far from here that has an outstanding variety of imported beers on tap."

Father Tom stood up. "Avery I'm in the mood to sample several of them."

As they were walking out the door Father Tom turned to me. "Stevie, I trust that I'll see you when we get back later this afternoon."

"I'll be here Father Tom and I'll have everything ready for you."

I spent the next several hours organizing two projects that I was working on.

Jeanne had completed all of Father Tom's travel arrangements. Everything was neatly organized. His tickets and his itinerary were in a nice portfolio. Jeanne was very good at her job.

Avery and Father Tom returned about 3:00. They were both in excellent spirits.

Father Tom walked into my office. "Stevie my boy, is everything ready?"

I smiled at Father Tom. It was hard not to, he was a very appealing person. "Yes everything is ready." I handed him Jeanne's portfolio. "This contains your itinerary and tickets for tomorrow. It also contains a personal check from me made out to St. Stephens Catholic Church."

Father Tom opened the itinerary and looked at it. "This should do very nicely Stevie." He smiled. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow. It will be fun to travel in luxury."

"Father Tom, I understand that you're staying with the monks at The Angels of St. Michaels Academy tonight."

"Yes Stevie, they have a dormitory there."

"Father Tom I took the liberty of getting you a suite at the Calvert Hotel. It's our cities oldest and most luxurious hotel. I would really like it if you stayed there tonight as my guest."

Father Tom looked at me. "You don't need to do that Stevie. You've already been more than generous with me."

"I would like to do it Father Tom."

He smiled at me. "Thank you, it would be a real treat for me. I would love to stay there."

"Good they have an excellent restaurant. I hope that you will choose to dine there and also put that on my bill." 

Father Tom shook his head. "I'm planning on dining with another priest tonight. He's an old friend from the seminary."

"Please invite him to dine with you at the Calvert." I paused. "Father Tom, I will never be able to completely repay you for what you are doing for Sandra and me. Please allow me to provide a nice luxurious evening for you and your friend." I smiled at him. "The Calvert is reported to have the finest wine cellar in the city. It is my hope that you and your friend will share a very nice bottle with your dinner."




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 61



Father Tom smiled at me. "Thank you Stevie, Father Louis lives a very austere life. This will be a wonderful treat for both of us."

"Good, by the way if you look at your itinerary, a limousine will also be taking you from the hotel to the airport in the morning."

"Thanks Stevie, this is certainly going to be a memorable 24 hours for this old priest."

He extended his hand. "Stevie thank you for your hospitality. I will call you tomorrow night when I get home and tell you about the meeting. Now if you will excuse me I am going to go say goodbye to Avery and go downtown and check into this fancy hotel you're providing for me."

I laughed. "Thank you Father Tom, I hope you have a wonderful evening."

"I will Stevie."

Father Tom turned and walked out of my office.

As soon as he was gone, I cleared my desk and left for the day. As I was driving home I decided to not saying anything about Father Tom to Sandra. I still wasn't sure that this plan was going to work and I didn't want to raise false hopes. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 62



Note: This story is the sixty-second installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Tuesday evening was pleasant and relaxing. Everyone was tired. We'd all had full days. The four of us went to bed early, made quiet love for an hour and went to sleep cuddled together.

Wednesday morning Father Tom called me from the airport. I'd given him my cell phone number.

"Stevie the hotel was magnificent, thank you very much. Father Louis and I had a wonderful dinner last night. Stevie you gave two old priests an evening that we'll remember for a long time."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Father Tom."

"Stevie, I'll call you from the Milwaukee airport after the meeting today. I am sure you'll be very excited to hear how things went. According to the itinerary that you gave me, you should be hearing from me around 1:00 pm." 

"Thanks Father Tom. You're right, I am very excited to hear how things turn out."

"I'll call you as soon as I know anything. I have to go now Stevie, they're loading my airplane."

He hung up. 

I tried to keep busy, but It was difficult. I kept looking at the clock. At 11:00 I thought to myself that the meeting should just be starting. 

At noon I guessed that the meeting was over or would soon be ending. I couldn't help wondering how things had turned out. 

As the time approached 1:00 pm I was so nervous that I couldn't bear to stay seated. I got up and started to pace the room. I watched the clock. 1:00 pm came and there was no telephone call. I continued to wait. Five minutes passed, then ten more minutes passed. I was just starting to worry that something had gone wrong when my cell phone rang. 

I picked it up. "Hello?" 

"Hello Stevie. This is Father Tom. I am in the limousine on my way to the airport. We're hurrying. The meeting ran a little longer than I'd planned. Sandra's parents wanted to hear about my work in Chicago." 

"Father Tom how did they react to your message." 

"Stevie they were quite impressed by your ability to invest money. They were also impressed by the endorsement that your boss Avery gave to you." He paused. "Stevie, the Monroes should be at home by now. They would like you to call them. This is their telephone number. Do you have a pencil and paper?"

"Yes Father Tom I do, please go ahead. I'm ready."

Father Tom gave me the Monroe's telephone number. I wrote it down.

When he was done reading me the telephone number Father Tom said, "I am going to let you go so that you can call them now. Good luck Stevie, I'll pray for you."

"Thank you Father Tom." I was going to hang up but I suddenly stopped. "Father Tom wait." 

"Yes Stevie what is it?" 

"I am going to give your $200,000 to Avery. I have another possible investment opportunity that's developing. I suggest you let Avery hang on to your money for a little while." 

Father Tom laughed. "Thank you Stevie, I trust your judgment. Tell Avery to invest my money when you decide that the time is right. Goodbye now Stevie, good luck with the Monroes."

"Goodbye Father Tom."

I smiled as I hung up the telephone. Good things happen to all of us, but Sandra and I have maybe been luckier than most people. Serendipity has visited us many times in this past year. The sudden appearance of Father Tom was the latest instance.

I sat down at my desk, took a deep breath and dialed the Monroes.'

On the second ring a woman answered. "Hello?" 

"Hello Mrs. Monroe, this is Steven Wagner."

"Just a moment Steven." I could hear Mrs. Monroe yell, "Ed pick up the telephone, It's Steven Wagner."

She came back. "Steven, my husband is going to pick up the extension phone so that we can both be part of this conversation." 

"That's a good idea Mrs. Monroe." 

"Hello", It was a man's voice. 

"Mr. Monroe this is Steven Wagner." 

"Hello Mr. Wagner, you certainly know how to get someone's attention." 

"Sir, I consider this to be a very important discussion." 

"So do we Mr. Wagner." He paused. "Mr. Wagner let me begin by thanking you for your very generous donation to our church." 

"Mr. Monroe, I would give your church every penny I have if you will just agree to talk to Sandra for 5 minutes today." 

Ed Monroe laughed. "From what Father Tom told us, that's a very considerable sum of money." 

"It would be worth every penny to me." 

"Steven. "He paused. "May I call you Steven?" 

"Most people call me Stevie, Stevie would be my preference." 

"Very well Stevie, please call me Ed." 

"Thank you Ed." 

"Stevie, I was going to tell you that I don't think an additional donation will be necessary. We miss our daughter very much. That last man that she almost married gave us an excuse to see her again." 

"You mean Roger?" 

"Yes, Roger. Stevie we got together with Sandra, but we never really addressed the problems we've had. We just sort of pretended that they didn't happen. It wasn't a very healthy reunion." 

Mrs. Monroe interrupted. "Stevie why didn't Sandra marry Roger?" 

"Mrs. Monroe I will....." 

"Please call me Pat." 

"Thank you Pat. I would encourage you to ask your daughter that question. My answer is that she didn't love Roger. She was marrying Roger because she thought she'd earn instant respectability with you if she married a man of his stature." 

Ed said, "That's what we thought Stevie. When they came to visit us they didn't really act like two people that were about to get married. It seemed to us that they were barely able to tolerate each other." 

"Stevie we were actually relieved when she decided not to marry that man." It was Mrs. Monroe. She paused for a moment. "Stevie we seem to have misjudged you. My niece apparently gave us some very inaccurate information. I am rather embarrassed that we even considered believing it. I guess that for along time now we've been willing to believe the worst about Sandra." 

"Mrs. Monroe your daughter is a wonderful woman. She graduated from college with honors and paid her own way the entire time. That is a very difficult thing for anyone to do. She's now in her third year of law school and has a 3.75 grade point average. You should be very proud of her." 

Ed Monroe said, "Stevie Pat and I are both ashamed because we made her do that on her own. We're both just a little bit afraid to talk to her. I think that's why we avoided all conversation about the past when she was here with Roger." 

"Ed and Pat, your daughter loves you both so much. If you agree to talk to her, I think that there will be a lot of forgiving going on." 

Pat asked me; "Stevie, Sandra left you for Roger. Why did you take her back?' 

"Pat I love your daughter." I paused. "We're getting married a week from Saturday." 

There was silence on the other end of the line. After a moment Ed said, "If Sandra refused to let us attend the wedding I could understand why, but I know that I would be willing to give anything to be able to be there." 

"Ed there is nothing that would make Sandra happier than to have the two of you at the wedding and to have you escort her down the aisle."

"Do you really mean that Stevie?"

"Yes Ed I do." I paused. "Listen, I think that the time has come for the two of you to stop talking to me. We have many years ahead of us in which we can get to know each other. I'm going to call Sandra and meet her at home. Will the two of you stay where you are so that we can call you?"

Pat Monroe jumped in. "Yes Stevie please, I want to talk to my daughter so very badly."

"Pat she wants to talk to the two of you also. I am going to hang up now. I'll call you back in one hour. I am at work and Sandra is at school. It will take us a little time to get together." 

"Stevie." It was Ed Monroe. "I've just talked to you for a few minutes but I already like you much better than I liked Roger. I am very sorry that we so stupidly misjudged you."

"Thank you Ed, it's nice of you to say that. I'm just happy that we've managed to have this conversation. Now I'm going to hang up and call Sandra. You'll hear from us in one hour." 

Sandra's mother said, "Goodbye Stevie, thank you very much ." 

I hung up the telephone and dialed Sandra.

"Hello?" 

"Sandra, this is Stevie. I need you to meet me at home right away." 

"Why, what's the matter Stevie? Are you alright?" 

"I'm fine baby. Please just do this for me, come home right away." 

"Stevie I can't, I have a class in ten minutes." 

"Sandra please skip it. This is very important to me." 

"Stevie what's going on?" 

"Please Sandra don't ask questions right now. Everyone is okay, I just need you to come home." 

"Stevie you're scaring me." 

"Sandra there is nothing to be worried about. Everyone is all right, just humor me and come home right now. Please do this for me." 

"Okay Stevie, I'm on my way. I'll see you in 20 minutes." 

"Thanks sweetheart, I'll meet you at home. 

We both hung up. I grabbed my sport coat and left the office. It took me 15 minutes to drive home. I parked in the driveway. Sandra's car wasn't there. She wasn't home yet. 

I went inside the house and waited. It was only a few seconds before I heard Sandra's car door close. I went to the front entrance and opened the door. 

As Sandra walked up the steps she said, "Okay what's the big mystery?" 

I smiled. "Sandra I just spent 30 minutes talking on the telephone with your mother and father." 

Sandra stopped in the doorway and stared at me for several seconds. "Stevie what did you just say?" 

"I just got off of the telephone with your mother and father. They're waiting at their house for you to call." 

"Stevie, I don't understand. Is this about the donation from the other day." 

"Kind of, I'll explain later. Right now I want you to call them. They want to talk to you." 

"Really? They really do?" 

"Yes they really do." 

Sandra sat down on the couch. "I am not sure I know exactly what to say." 

"Sandra, remember Brandy. Tell them that you love them. I told them that we're getting married. Your father is afraid that you won't let him attend the wedding." 

Sandra looked at me. "Stevie, I'm afraid that they won't come to the wedding." 

"Sandra it's time for the three of you to forgive each other and start being a mother, father and daughter again." 

I picked up the telephone, dialed the Monroe's number and handed it to Sandra. 

Sandra took the phone and held it to her ear. After a moment she said, "Mom?" She was silent for a second then she said "Hi daddy." After a moment she said, "I love you to Daddy." 

Sandra started crying. "Mom and dad, I'm so sorry. I miss you so much. Please forgive me for everything I've done."

There was a pause. "Oh yes, I forgive both of you. I love you two so much. I just want us to be together again."

Sandra stopped crying and started to smile. "Yes he is wonderful. I really love him." 

"Yes I want both of you to be at the wedding. Daddy I want you to give me away. Yes I really do. Daddy it's okay, we were both awful to each other. That's over now. I just want to love you, that would be so wonderful." 

I sat down on the chair opposite the couch. I enjoyed watching Sandra as she carried on her conversation with her mom and dad. She was obviously very happy. Sometimes she cried, sometimes she laughed, sometimes she talked and sometimes she just listened.  

The conversation lasted for over two hours. Finally I heard Sandra say, "I suppose we should hang up pretty soon." She paused and listened. "I love you to mom. Mom can I call you again tomorrow?" She laughed. "Yes mom I'd like to talk to you every day to." Sandra listened for a minute. "Yes the wedding is a week from Saturday. I'll call you tomorrow and tell you all about it." 

She listened. "No don't drive, Stevie will get you airline tickets. You can use one of our cars. Daddy can drive our Lincoln." 

"Mom I'll call you tomorrow. I have a break between classes at 11:00, can I call you then?" 

"Okay, I love both of you to. Yes he is wonderful. I'm really glad he called to. Bye mom, bye dad."

Sandra hung up the telephone, took a deep breath and started to cry.

I stood up and walked over to her. As soon as I was next to her she looked up at me, rubbed the tears from her eyes and grinned. Sandra threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Stevie Wagner, you are the most wonderful man in the entire world."

Sandra hugged me for several minutes. Finally she kissed my cheek and stepped back. "Okay, fill me in. I want to know how all of this happened."

We sat down. I told her all about Father Tom and everything that happened during the last two days.

When I was done Sandra shook her head. "Stevie we might be the two luckiest people in the world."

I laughed. "Sandra I won the jackpot just over a year ago. I was at a party at Ty Cummings house and I saw this beautiful blonde." 

Sandra kissed me. "And that beautiful blonde saw this cute little guy with a wonderful smile." 

Sandra stood up and grabbed my hand. "Come on stud man, we're going into the playpen. I want you to fuck me and I want you to do it right now." 

I laughed. "At this moment I can't think of anything in this world I would rather do." I got up and let Sandra lead me into the playpen. We spent the rest of the afternoon making love."

Later after we were done Sandra fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. As I laid in bed cuddled up with her I thought about the events of the past several weeks.

Prior to today, the one thing that both of us wanted was to find a way to reunite Sandra with her parents. Who would ever have thought that the answer would be provided by the magical intervention of a prostitute and a priest.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 63



Note: This story is the sixty-third installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Julie and Ricky got home from school while Sandra and I were making love in the playpen. 

When we finally got up it was almost 6:30. We walked into the living room holding hands. We were naked and both of us had a satisfied look on our faces. Julie and Ricky were sitting on the couch watching "Wheel of Fortune". 

Julie looked up and laughed. "So what was up with you two sex fiends this afternoon?" 

Sandra tried to look nonchalant. "Oh nothing, I just spent the afternoon talking on the telephone with my mom and dad." 

Julie jumped up and yelled, "No fucking way!" 

Sandra screamed "Yes!" 

They started jumping up and down and hugging. 

After a few seconds they calmed down. 

Julie said "So tell us everything." 

"Come into the bedroom. I'll tell you all about it while Stevie gives me a bath." 

We all went into the bedroom. I undressed Sandra and got her into the bathtub. While I was bathing her she told Julie the story. From time to time they both asked me to fill in more details about Father Tom. 

While I was finishing giving Sandra her bath, Ricky was undressing Julie. When Sandra got out of the tub he drew a fresh bath for his wife. 

Sandra continued her story while Ricky bathed Julie. After Julie was finished with her bath, Ricky and I took turns taking a quick shower while the girls continued talking. 

When Ricky and I were done showering we all put on robes and went into the kitchen. I opened a bottle of red wine and we drank and talked while I cooked dinner. 

As we ate, the topic of conversation shifted from Sandra's reunion with her parents to the wedding. After dinner I opened a second bottle of wine. 

The girls went into the living room and drank and talked while Ricky and I cleaned up the kitchen. When we were done we joined the girls in the living room. All four of us sat together drinking and talking. At 10:00 we turned on the news. When the news was over we went into our bedroom. 

Ricky and I lay on the bed. Sandra and Julie sat on our faces and continued talking about the wedding while we made oral love to them. 

Both of our girls had several orgasms while they talked. When they were both fully satisfied they rolled off of us. They gave both Ricky and me a quick blow job. When they were done the four of us cuddled up together and went to sleep. 

Who says being a cuckold wimp is a hard life.

Thursday was of course Baxter's night. Ricky drove. He loved to drive the Lincoln. We arrived promptly at 7:00. Everyone was there. 

The first thing Sandra said was, "My parents are coming to the wedding." 

Everyone stood up and cheered. Brenda grabbed Sandra and said, "Tell us what happened." 

For the next half hour, we told the story of Father Tom. 

When that story was finished, Brenda looked at Sandra. "Okay let's hear about the wedding plans." 

Sandra smiled. "The wedding is going to be held at 5:00 pm next Saturday at the Conservatory in the Eloise Thompson Botanical Gardens." 

Maddie looked at Sandra. "How the fuck did you get that at such short notice? That place is booked for months in advance." 

Sandra grinned. "I called on Monday, someone had just cancelled." 

April shook her head. "That's amazing." 

"All right, so tell us more." Brenda was not going to let this conversation get side tracked." 

"The reception is going to be held at the Calvert Hotel." 

Brenda nodded. "Okay just like Julie's wedding. That will be very nice, so what else?" 

"All of you are in the wedding party." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean that this weekend we're all going to the mall to buy dresses." 

Brenda laughed. "You're not going to get me to dress up in some ruffled clown suit." 

Julie shook her head. "No Bren, we're all wearing basic black cocktail dresses. They're going to be short, low cut and very sexy. We're going to Nolan's to get them." 

Brenda smiled and looked at me. "Nolan's, Stevie you do like to go first class don't you?' 

I laughed. "Absolutely, we're only going to have the best for you girls." 

Brenda looked at Sandra. "Okay so you're going to have all of us as bridesmaids. What about the guys?' 

Sandra smiled. "Well Big Dick Jason is going to be my best man." 

Everyone laughed. Brenda looked at Sandra. "Your best man?" 

Sandra nodded. "This is going to be a cuckold wedding. My parents are going to be there. We're going to have to be very subtle about it, but it is going to be a cuckold wedding. Jason is my favorite fuck right now. Can you think of a more appropriate best man?" 

The girls all stared at Sandra. Maddie smiled. "Sandra Monroe, you are wicked." 

Sandra giggled. "Coming from you Maddie that is a real compliment." 

Brenda steered the conversation back on track. "Okay tell us more." 

"We want all of the cucks to be standing up with Stevie. Stevie and your husbands will wear white tuxedos. Jason will be wearing a black one." 

Julie laughed. "Stevie and the cucks will all be caged. Jason will be the only guy allowed to stand at the altar with a free swinging dick." 

April smiled. "Sandra this is really a hot idea. If you don't know what's going on, it will just be kind of confusing. If you do know", She paused. "Well it will be really hot." She stopped to think. "What will you say to your mom and dad if they ask why Jason is the only guy wearing a black tuxedo?" 

"Jason's a big man. He's much bigger than any of your husbands or Stevie. We'll just say that we couldn't find a white tux in his size." 

"That should work."

Brenda leaned forward. "What about your marriage vows?" 

Sandra smiled. "I'm writing both sets of vows this weekend." She laughed. "I'll tell you this much, Stevie's vows will be the only ones that contain the words faithful and obey."

"We are going to be having the groom's dinner at the Kensington Grill on Friday night. All of you are invited." 

Jamal looked at Sandra. "I'm not in the wedding party. Am I included in the invitation to the Groom's dinner?" 

Sandra smiled at him. "Of course you are. You're part of our group now. If nothing else you'll be there as Maddie's date." She looked at Maddie, "Right Mad?" 

Maddie put her arm around Jamal. "I'm not going to any dinner any where without my big stud here." 

Sandra shrugged. "Jamal we'd put you in the wedding party, but we don't know where to fit you in. I already have a best man and I don't think you want to be standing with the cucks." 

Jamal smiled. "It's okay Sandra." He thought for a moment. "Maybe I could be the flower boy?" 

Everyone laughed. Sandra winked at him. "If you want the job you can have it." 

He shook his head. "No I think I'll be content to just be part of the audience." 

Brenda looked at everyone. "Okay, so the stag party has to be next Thursday. We'll have to skip our usual Thursday night dinner here, but it should be worth it." 

Sandra stared at Brenda. "I'm not letting Stevie have a stag party." 

Brenda smiled. "Sandra honey the stag party is going to be for you." She thought for a moment and smiled. "Maybe we can have a bridal shower for Stevie." 

The girls all cheered.

Maddie laughed. "We can dress the cucks up in little ruffled party dresses and make them play parlor games." 

Brenda rolled her eyes at her friend. "You go ahead and plan that if you want to, but right now I want to finish talking about the stag party. Let's discuss the guest list. We want to be sure we invite some really hot guys." 

Jamal raised his hand. "I know that it will be tough work, but I'll volunteer to help out wherever I can." He smiled. "For example, if one of you happens to need a big black dick to suck on, I'll be more than willing to make mine available." 

The girls all groaned. 

Maddie punched Jamal in the ribs. "Be nice or I'll turn you into a cuck and get you a pair of pink panties and a cock cage." 

Jamal laughed. "No thanks, I'll pass." 

Brenda smiled at Jamal. "Sweetheart you're always on the guest list for our parties. She looked at the girls. "Okay we now have one guy. Who else should we invite?" 

Julie said, "Big Dick Jason for sure." 

Brenda smiled, "Absolutely!" She looked at Sandra. "Does he know that he's going to be your best man?' 

April laughed. "I just love that. I think it's so hot." 

Sandra giggled. "Yes I made Stevie call and ask him." 

April clapped her hands. "That's even hotter. This is wonderful, the groom has to call his wife's favorite lover and ask him to be the best man at the wedding." She shook her head. "This wedding just keeps getting better and better." 

Sandra looked at me. "Baby tomorrow I want you to call Jason and invite him to my stag party." She winked at me. "Be sure to tell him that I can't wait to get his big hard dick into my mouth." 

I smiled at Sandra, I tried to sound particularly submissive. "I'll call Jason in the morning sweetheart." I looked around the table. The girls were all smirking about this. 

Brenda said, "Okay now we have two guests. Who else should we invite?" 

April interjected, "How about some of the guys that attended the summer party. They understand the games we like to play and they were all really good fucks." 

Julie nodded, "April that's an excellent idea." She pointed to the bar. "If you look in there, five of the guys from the party are standing at the bar right now." She looked at the girls. "Ladies, I think that we've found our playmates for the evening. Let's go to work girls. We can each take one of them, have a little fun tonight and invite them to another wild sex orgy next Thursday." 

Brenda grinned. "Julie you have an amazing ability to solve problems." She looked at us. "Okay boys, I think it's time for you retire to the bar." 

As we were getting up to leave Julie was saying, "I'll take Michael. He's cute." 

Brenda jumped in. "I'll take Dave. He has a really nice cock." 

April smiled. "I want James. He can fuck for a very long time and I'm feeling really horny right now." 

Maddie looked at me. "Sandra who do you want, Tony or Rick?" 

Sandra smiled. "Take your pick Mad, I'm guessing that next Thursday night I'll get a chance to enjoy all of them." 

Maddie winked at Sandra. "You aren't the only one with that idea." She looked at the bar. "Sandra I'll Take Rick tonight." 

Sandra nodded. "That's fine with me. Tony is a very hot guy."

Mark, Bobby, Ricky and I took our customary places in the bar and watched our girls go to work. 

As usual they were impressive with their ability to ensnare their designated targets. All five of them had their respective men sitting with them within minutes of the time that they started their wordless seductions. 

It should be noted that their task was not a difficult one. Their targets were willing victims. Our girls were all beautiful women and had well earned reputations at Baxters. 

We continued to watch with rapt attention as they sat at the table and engaged their playmates in a saucy dialogue of teasing and titillating insinuation. 

It wasn't long before their confident studs were standing up, offering a courtly hand and leading our women to the dance floor. All four of us were silent while we watched our goddesses hug and caress their macho stallions as they danced to the suggestive rhythm of the romantc music. 

Bobby watched with rapt attention as Dave leaned over and whispered into Brenda's ear. She smiled at him and nodded yes. He took her hand and led her into the bar. 

Brenda stared at her husband as she walked towards him hand in hand with her muscular playmate. When they got to the bar door Brenda stopped, let go of her stud and walked over to her husband. 

She kissed Bobby on the cheek and said in a voice loud enough for all of the men at the other end of the bar to hear, "Bobby honey, Dave is taking me out to the parking lot so he can fuck me." She playfully patted his head. "You don't mind do you sweetheart?" 

We could all hear the quiet snickering from the other end of the bar as Brenda deliberately humiliated her husband. 

Bobby's face turned beet red as he quietly whispered "You may do whatever pleases you dear." 

Brenda laughed. "fuckin right I'll do whatever pleases me." 

She turned and walked back to Dave who was standing by the door with a smug look on his face. She took his hand and said, "Come on studman let's go party." 

April was next. James had his arm around her as they both walked right up to Mark. 

April smiled at her husband. "James you remember my husband Wimpboy from the party don't you?" 

James grinned at Mark while he brazenly cupped April's right breast. "Sure I do, it's nice to see you again wimpboy." 

As April and her man disappeared out the bar door Julie and Michael walked up to Ricky. 

Julie kissed her husband on the cheek and said, "Baby give Michael the keys to the Lincoln." She laughed. "You won't need them for awhile. I think that my lover boy and I are going to be out in the parking for quite some time." She leered at her husband. "I'm feeling really horny right now." 

Ricky handed the car keys to his wife's lover. As Julie and Michael walked out the bar door everyone noticed that Michael had his hand on Julie's ass. 

Maddie walked by with Rick. She ignored us. She was totally focused on her lover as they left for the parking lot. 

I looked over at the dance floor. Tony was just taking Sandra's hand and leading her into the bar. As they approached the bar door Sandra pulled Tony's ear to her face and whispered to him. He looked at me and chuckled. They turned and walked over to me.  

Sandra put her arm around her big studs waist and said in a very loud voice, "Sissyboy you remember Tony don't you? You watched him fuck me on our patio last summer." 

I smiled. "Yes I remember Tony." I looked at him. "It's nice to see you again." 

Sandra looked around the bar to make sure everyone in the room was watching. When she was certain that she had everyone's attention she said, "Why sissyboy, where are you manners? You forgot to say sir." 

My face turned red. For some reason Sandra had decided to humiliate me tonight. 

I hesitated. Sandra looked at me. "Sissyboy don't make me take you across my knee and spank you right here if front of all these people." 

I took a deep breath and bowed my head. "It's nice to see you again sir." 

Sandra smirked at me. "That's much better Sissyboy." 

She turned to Tony and took his hand. "Come on baby lets go fuck." 

The men at the other end of the bar were all laughing as Sandra and her stud left for the parking lot.

It was over an hour before all of our girls were done with their parking lot parties. When everyone was finally back we sat in the bar, sipped our diet cokes and chatted for awhile. 

All of the studs had eagerly accepted their invitations to Sandra's stag party. The guest list was now complete. There would be plenty of hot guys there to satisfy all of the women. 

The girls discussed some party games that we might play. Some of them were pretty kinky. 

Ricky, Mark and Bobby were going to be the party slaves. They would be in uniform and caged. I was going to be accorded a special status for the evening. I shook my head when I heard this. Knowing these girls; I was certain that I was going to be subjected to an extraordinary evening of humiliation and pain. 

At 10:30 we all agreed that it was time to call it an evening. The four of us got into the Lincoln. Ricky drove. Sandra cuddled up next to me in the back seat. 

As Ricky drove us home, I kissed Sandra on the cheek. "Did you have a good time tonight baby?" 

Sandra smiled at me. "Oh yes." She sighed. "Tony is a really good fuck." She giggled. "I let him cum in my pussy. It felt really nice." She kissed me. "I'm really messy down there right now. When we get home you have a lot of semen to lick out of my cunt."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 64



Note: This story is the sixty-fourth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

The entire weekend was devoted to making wedding arrangements. Saturday Sandra and Julie met Brenda, Maddie and April at the mall. The girls spent the whole day shopping. They had to buy dresses, shoes, lingerie, stag party toys and many other things. Their shopping list was nearly endless. It took Ricky and I twenty minutes just to carry all the packages in when they got home. 

While Sandra and Julie were at the mall, Ricky and I spent the day cleaning the house. 

Sunday Mark and Bobby came over with Brenda, Maddie and April. The four of us spent the day in the basement recreation room watching football while the girls were upstairs making wedding plans. 

On Monday life got even busier. In addition to trying to make wedding arrangements we had to take care of the daily business of life. I had to go to work, Ricky had to teach and Sandra and Julie had classes to attend. All four of us were very busy. 

Sandra talks to her mother every day now. She's very happy. Her parents are coming on Friday morning. We reserved a suite for them at the Calvert Hotel. 

Sandra talked to her mother about whether or not they should stay with us at the house. They both agreed that this weekend was going to be so busy that it would be better if they stayed at a Hotel. 

On Thursday morning I had my scheduled meeting with the partners. When the meeting was over I cleared my desk and left for the weekend. I was taking Thursday afternoon and Friday off. 

When I got home Sandra and Julie were already there. They were both skipping their Thursday and Friday classes. Brenda and Maddie arrived shortly after I got home. April got there just after three. The house became a beehive of activity. 

Ricky's last class ended at 4:00. He walked in the door just after 4:15. I was in the kitchen making snack trays for the stag party. As soon as he walked in Julie gave him a quick kiss and handed him his apron. "Go change your clothes and start vacuuming the living room and dining room." 

Mark and Bobby arrived just after 5:00 pm. I immediately put them to work stocking the bar. This was a stag party, the girls and their studs would be thirsty.

It was 6:30. The party was scheduled to start at 7:00. The doorbell rang. Ricky answered the door. It was Big Dick Jason. 

He walked in and looked around. "Hi Ricky, I know I'm early, but I got done at the office sooner than I expected and I thought you guys might like some help getting everything ready." 

Sandra walked in to the living room. She smiled when she saw Jason. "Hi baby, nice to see you." 

Jason kissed her cheek. "Sandra you look beautiful tonight." 

Sandra laughed and grabbed Jason's cock. "You flatterer, you're just fishing for an early blow job." 

Jason laughed. "It never hurts to try." 

I was standing in the kitchen doorway. I waved, "Hi Jason." 

He looked over at me and smiled. "Hi Stevie, I got done at the office a little early. Is there anything I can do to help you guys?" 

I laughed. "Yes I have a very important job for you. Go over to the bar, throw some ice cubes in a glass and pour some scotch over them. I want you to make sure the ice properly melts when it's exposed to whiskey." 

Jason grinned. "Buddy that's a job I think I can handle right now." 

Jason may have been Sandra's lover, but he was also one of my best friends. He was a very nice person and I knew exactly why he arrived early. He wanted to be with us." 

Julie walked in with a stack of shorts and sweatshirts in her arms. When she saw Jason she set the clothes down on a chair, walked over and kissed him. "Hi Jason, it's nice to see you." As she kissed him she reached down, squeezed his cock and giggled. "I just love feeling that big monster of yours." 

Jason took a sip of his scotch and winked at her. "Julie my dear you're always welcome to both look and touch." 

Brenda walked in. "Jason if you're going to be here you are going to go to work." 

Jason shook his head. "Bren you are one hard task master. Bobby's life must be hell." 

Bobbi yelled from the bar. "It's about time someone figured out how badly I'm abused." 

Brenda stared at Jason. There was a look of mock indignation on her face and a twinkle in her eye. "Honey are you trying to start a slave revolt?" 

Jason laughed, "Absolutely not! If these guys ever revolted they might try to stop you girls from giving me blow jobs." 

Julie giggled. "All right Jason, that's enough of your silliness. I have a job for you. We have outfits for the studs tonight. All of you are getting a nice pair of shorts and a sweatshirt to wear. We think you will be much more comfortable; you won't have to get dressed every time you're done playing with one of us." 

Jason nodded. "That's a good idea Julie. What do you want me to do?" 

"I'd like you to get changed right now. Ricky will take your clothes and hang them up in the playpen. When the other studs arrive, I want you to you give them their clothes and have them get changed. Ricky will stay with you. He'll take care of their street clothes." 

Jason smiled and patted Ricky on the back. "Between us we have a law degree and a PHD in English Literature. I think we can handle this." 

Brenda looked at Jason. "I know that you're really good friends with all of our cucks, but Jason please remember, when the party starts tonight they have to call you sir and we want you treat them like slaves." 

Jason nodded. "Don't worry Bren. I know the routine with you guys." He looked at Ricky. "At 7:00 pm I'll become one mean son of a bitch and I'll stay that way during the whole party." He smiled at Ricky. "But when the party's over, you're going to sit down and I'm going to serve you a drink." 

Julie smiled. "Jason honey, that's why we all love you so much." 

Jason looked at Julie. "Sweetheart that might very well be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. If my wife ever decides to leave me, will you guys let me move in with you?" 

I laughed. "Sure Jas, but give us some warning because we're going to have to buy a bigger bed." 

Jason stared at us. "All four of you really do sleep together don't you?" 

Ricky grinned. "Yes and it really is wonderful." 

Jason shook his head. "I envy the four of you. You seem to have life pretty well figured out." 

Maddie walked out of our bedroom with Julie's riding crop in her hand. She was dressed in some very sexy lingerie. This was obviously her outfit for the party. She looked at all of us. "It's 6:45, everyone should be getting dressed or undressed." 

She walked over and gave Jason a hard swat on the butt. "As for you Mister Lawyer, enough idle talk; get that suit off and get your shorts and sweatshirt on." 

Jason bowed his head. "Yes Mistress Maddie, right away."

Maddie raised her eyebrows. "Oh my, I love the way that sounds." She looked at the rest of us. "Imagine having a submissive cuck with a twelve inch dick." 

Jason took off his suit coat. As he handed it to Ricky, he winked at Maddie. "In that situation my dear you really would have to worry about a slave revolt."

Sandra grabbed me. "Come on baby its time for us to get ready." 

We walked into our bedroom. Mark, Bobby and Ricky were already in there. They were dressed in their panties and tee shirts. April, Brenda and Julie were putting their cock cages on them. 

When the girls were done locking the cages they handed the keys to Julie. She put them in her dresser. 

As she put them away she said, "Slaves our guests will be arriving soon. We expect you to greet them and serve them drinks as soon as they're here. Now go to your stations." 

I looked at Sandra. Bobby had bathed her while I was preparing the food. Her hair and her makeup were perfect. She was wearing her sexiest lingerie. She was gorgeous. The studs were really in for a treat tonight. 

Sandra took out my cock cage. As she was putting it on me I said, "You look really gorgeous tonight sweetheart." 

She smiled at me. "Stevie, I tried really hard to look pretty for you this evening. I want you to be thinking about how beautiful and sexy I am while you watch all those handsome men fuck me tonight 

Sandra locked my cock cage into place and kissed me. "Stevie were both going to have a lot of fun during this party." She winked at me. "I'm planning on being very dominant. 

I got down on my knees, turned Sandra around and pulled her panties down. She leaned against her makeup table and I spread the cheeks of her ass and submissively kissed her asshole. 

"Sandra I am your slave. I freely acknowledge that I belong to you. I am your possession. You may do anything to me you want this evening." 

She whispered. "Baby I am going to humiliate you without mercy tonight." She took a deep breath. "I plan to whip you in front of all of those men." 

I kissed her ass again. "I'm already excited. I can't wait." 

She giggled as I licked her asshole. "I'm going to try to push the limits a little further tonight Sissyboy." 

I bowed; it was intended as a clear demonstration of submission. "I trust you Sandra. I know that you'll never really hurt me."

Sandra cooed as I closed my eyes and made love to her ass.

The doorbell rang while I was pleasuring Sandra. Once it started ringing, it rang repeatedly for the next several minutes. The men were arriving. 

Sandra stood up, went to her dresser, got my dog collar and leash and fastened the collar around my neck. "Tonight you will be naked except for your cock cage and your collar. You will kneel at my feet at all times unless you're directed to do other wise. This evening I expect you to be at my feet worshipping me while I'm making love to other men. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Mistress Sandra, I understand." 

"You will not speak unless you are spoken to. All women will be addressed as Mistress and all of the men will be addressed as Sir of Master. Is that clear?" 

The bedroom door opened. Mistress Brenda came in. "Everyone is here. It's time for the two of you to come into the living room." 

Sandra kissed me. "Stevie I love you so very much." 

I smiled. "I love you to Sandra." 

Sandra attached my leash to my collar and gave it a firm tug. "Sissyboy crawl." 

We walked to the bedroom door. At the door Brenda handed Sandra a new riding crop. "Here Sandra, this is a gift from all of us to you." 

Sandra smiled. "Thank you Brenda." 

She turned and struck me firmly across my bare buttocks. "How do you like our new toy Sissyboy?"

Everyone stood and applauded when we entered the room. Sandra led me over to the big easy chair in the corner. She sat down in the chair and pointed to a spot on the floor. "Sissyboy sit." 

I kneeled at her feet. 

I looked around. The five guys from Baxters were all here. Jason was seated near us. 

Our eyes made contact. We smiled at each other. Jamal was seated next to him. Jason and Jamal had become good friends. 

Ricky was carrying a tray of snacks around. Mark and Bobby were filling drink orders. Julie and April were standing at the front of the room. Maddie and Brenda were standing by the kitchen door. 

Julie walked into the middle of the room and smiled at everyone. "Please excuse me. A year ago I was a waitress in a coffee shop. I'm not used to talking to groups of people." She smiled, "Even if it's a group of hot guys who are about to take turns fucking me." 

Everyone laughed. Julie relaxed. "Welcome to Sandra Monroe's stag party. Sandra and Stevie are my best friends." She shook her head. "No they're more than friends, they're my family. I love both of them." 

She looked at us. Sandra and I smiled at her. 

Julie continued. "I just told you that a year ago I was a waitress in a coffee shop. Today I'm a college student and I'm married to the most wonderful man in the world. I owe all of that to Stevie Wagner. My husband is the slave serving you snacks right now. April's husband is the slave getting your drinks. Tonight Sandra, April, Maddie, Brenda and I are going to be partying with all of you. We are also going to be playing domination games with our husbands. We want you to help us with those games, but we also want you to understand...." 

Jason stood up and walked over to Julie. He kissed her on the cheek. "Julie honey, let me help you with this part." 

He turned to the other men. "What Julie is trying to say to you is that tonight we are going to abuse and humiliate these four men. We are going to do it because they enjoy it. We are asking for your help in doing it. For the next several hours we are going to treat them with arrogance and disdain while we fuck their wives. We want you to treat them like slaves." 

Jason paused. "But understand this. These men are my close friends. When the evening is over I am going to get each of them the cocktail of their choice and I am going to serve it to them on a tray. Next Tuesday afternoon Stevie, Mark and Bobby are going to be my golf partners in a charity golf tournament at the Oak Grove Country Club." He smiled. "What I am trying to say is that this is a game. Please remember that. Be dominant, be arrogant but be careful." 

Julie kissed him, "Thank you Jason." Suddenly she punched him on his right arm. 

"Ow!" Jason looked at Julie. "What was that for?" 

"How come my baby isn't getting to play in your golf tournament?" 

Jason laughed. "Julie your husband already has an invitation to come to the tournament. He's going to drive one of the carts and spend the day with us. Jamal is going to drive the other cart." He smiled at her. "Both your baby and Jamal are just learning to play golf. Stevie can probably beat 99 percent of the golfers in this city. Mark is almost as good and Bobby is right behind them." He laughed. "I have three ringers. We're going to win this tournament." 

Sandra looked at me. "Are you really that good?" 

I looked up at her. "While you were with Roger I played every day." I shrugged. "Yes right now I'm that good." 

Sandra looked at me. There was admiration in her eyes. "Stevie is there anything in this world that you can't do?" 

I smiled at her. "Be a stud I guess." 

She whispered to me. "Stevie you will always be my first choice as a stud. Say the word and I'll ask all of these men to leave right now and I'll happily spend the rest of the night fucking just you." 

I looked at her. She was serious. "Sandra both of us are here right now because we want to be. I love you and I know you love me. I want to be your submissive cuckold husband more than anything in the world. Let's get this party going." 

Sandra laughed and smacked me across my back with the riding crop. "You asked for it Speedy; let's play."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 65



Note: This story is the sixty-fifth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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Julie looked at the guys seated around the room and smiled. "I think it is time to get this party going.

She grinned at Jason. "Since you're going to be Sandra's best man at the wedding I think it would be appropriate for you to get the first blowjob from our guest of honor." 

Jason walked over to Sandra and dropped his shorts. His huge cock jumped to attention as soon as it was released from his pants. 

Jason winked at Sandra. "Mademoiselle may I have the first dance?" 

Sandra smiled at him, "Certainly kind sir". She looked up into his eyes, lovingly put his huge cock into her mouth, closed her eyes and started giving him a blow job. 

I kneeled at Sandra's feet and watched while she sucked Jason's huge cock. I smiled to myself. My future wife certainly deserved the title, BJ Queen.

Julie looked at the guys and lowered her teddy. "Who wants to play with my tits?" 

Hands shot up all over the room.

Julie walked over to James. "Sweetheart, you're the lucky winner." 

James grinned as he started kneading Julie's beautiful breasts.

I glanced at Ricky out of the corner of my eye. He was standing perfectly still. There was an unmistakable look of envy in his eyes. I understood exactly how he felt.

April walked over to Dave. "Sweetheart if you take your shorts off I'll suck your cock."

Dave shook his head and pulled his shorts off. "That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in weeks." 

April wrapped her hand around Dave's erect cock. "Let me show you just how nice I can be." 

She kneeled down next to him and put his cock into her mouth. 

Dave sighed as April started giving him a blow job..

Julie dropped to her knees and slipped James's shorts off. She grabbed hold of his cock, looked over at Ricky, smiled and mouthed the words "Watch this baby." 

Julie put just the head of James's cock into her mouth. This was one of her favorite ways to give a blowjob. She loved to suck on the end of a guys penis while she tickled the sensitive spot under the head with the tip of her tongue. 

I have seen her make several guys cum by just doing that. 

James lay back in his chair and closed his eyes. He was obviously enjoying Julie's little trick.

Michael, Rick, Tony and Jamal were drinking beer and talking quietly. Occasionally they would glance over and watch Sandra, Julie and April giving blowjobs. 

Brenda walked over to Michael. She reached out and pulled him up from his chair. "It's time someone paid a little bit of attention to you." 

Brenda got down on her knees in front of Michael. His huge cock nearly hit her in the face as she pulled his shorts down. She stared at it for a moment then put it into her mouth and started to suck on it."

Maddie walked over to Jamal and kneeled down between his legs. 

"Baby I didn't bring you here so that you could drink beer and talk about football." 

She pulled his shorts down, grabbed his cock and started giving him a blowjob.

I was kneeling next to Sandra while she sucked Jason's cock. Giving blow jobs was my future bride's favorite past time. When Sandra was sucking a guy's cock it was almost like she went into a hypnotic trance. She really wasn't aware of anything else in the room. It was just her, her lover and his big hard penis. 

I glanced over at Mark. He was watching his wife. I knew that April mostly went out on dates and rarely brought her lovers home. Mark had very few opportunities to see his wife with other men. He was obviously enjoying this opportunity to watch April suck another man's cock. 

Sandra took Jason's big cock out of her mouth and looked at him. "Baby I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that big hard dick of yours in my pussy." 

Jason looked at me and smiled. "Hey sissyboy, you mind if I fuck your bride? My cock is a lot bigger than that pathetic little wee wee of yours. I'm probably going to stretch her cunt out so much that she won't even be able to feel you when you try to fuck her on your wedding night." 

I smiled to myself. Jason was playing the game now. He was good. This was going to be a fun night. 

Sandra laughed. "Whoever said that I was going to let the little wimp fuck me on our wedding night?" She stared at me. Her taunt was for my benefit. "I'd be better off ordering a fuck film on pay per view and getting myself off with my middle finger." She held up her middle finger. She was flipping me off as she spoke. "See that wimp, that finger is bigger than your pathetic little pee pee." 

Jason laughed and rolled her over. "Come on baby its time for you to enjoy a man sized cock." 

As Jason was preparing to enter Sandra she looked over at Rick and waved. "Hey studman, come over here."

Rick stood up and walked over to Sandra.

She smiled at him. "Take your shorts off and let me suck that big dick of yours while Jason fucks me."

Sandra put Rick's monstrous erection in her mouth while Jason slid his cock into her moist pussy.

April took Dave's cock out of her mouth and kissed it. "Dave honey, I want you to fuck me. 

Dave was a big strong man. He smiled at April, picked her up and set her on his lap so that her back was against his chest. She spread her legs, grabbed his cock and started rubbing it between the lips of her wet cunt. 

While she was doing this, April called to Tony. "You look lonely baby. Why don't you come over here; you can play with us." 

Tony got up and walked over to April. 

She leered at Tony while she brazenly kept rubbing the head of Dave's cock in her wet pussy. "Take your shorts off sweetheart. I want to suck your beautiful penis while Big Dave fucks my cunt." 

Tony quickly pulled his shorts and shirt off. 

April slipped Dave's cock into her wet pussy and wrapped her fingers around Tony's penis. As she kissed the tip of Tony's cock she looked at her husband and started giggling, "Come over here and kneel at my feet Wimpboy. I want you to watch while these two men make love to me." 

Dave knew how our game was played. He snickered and started taunting Mark. "Wimpboy your wife has a nice tight pussy. She's a great fuck. I really appreciate you letting us party with her like this." 

April, Dave and Tony all started laughing. 

For the next ninety minutes the party turned into wanton orgy of sexual excess.

I watched Jason fuck Sandra. It was easy to see why she enjoyed him so much. He was slow and deliberate in his motions. With each push he used the full length of his enormous weapon. Every time she felt Jason begin a new thrust into her, Sandra would stop sucking Rick's cock for a second. When this happened her breathing would catch as she felt Jason's massive organ penetrate the depths of her womb. 

Once he had penetrated Sandra with the full length of his cock, Jason would stop and wait. I really wasn't sure if he was enjoying the sensation of being completely inside of Sandra, or if he was just teasing her. It was probably a combination of the two. In either case, he was in control, he was taking his time and he was enjoying himself. 

As soon as she could feel that Jason was lying still inside her, Sandra would start sucking on Rick's cock again. After a moment Jason would very slowly pull his cock back out of Sandra. When he did this I was certain I could hear a soft sigh of regret coming from her. 

Both Jason and Sandra seemed to enjoy this little game of thrust and parry. They were becoming quite experienced with each other as lovers and I suspected that this game was a regular part of their love making.

It was obvious that Sandra was having a wonderful time. As I watched Jason make love to my bride I felt a twinge of envy. I wished that I had the equipment to give Sandra the pleasure that Jason was giving her at this moment." 

I turned my attention to the blowjob that she was giving Rick. I've watched Sandra suck a number of cocks in the past year. She prides herself on her ability to bring a guy to the brink of orgasm and then pull him back again. As I watched her suck Rick's cock I realized that she was just trying to get him off. She wanted him to cum. I suspected that she wanted to finish him so that she could focus her full attention on the fucking she was getting from Jason. 

Rick was a good lover and he was obviously trying to last as long as he could. I smiled to myself. The poor bastard didn't have a chance. When my baby started to work her magic with her mouth and her hands; there wasn't a guy alive who could keep from cumming.

I watched Rick. I smiled when he stopped moving and closed his eyes. Suddenly he gasped. Sandra pulled his ejaculating penis out of her mouth. His cock pumped out two spurts of semen. The first one hit Sandra's nose and the second one hit her cheek. 

Jason was good. Rick's orgasm didn't disrupt his tempo at all. He maintained a nice slow rhythmic fuck during the entire time Rick was ejaculating. 

Sandra spent a minute milking Rick's cock for every last drop of cum he could produce. When she was done he leaned over, kissed her forehead and grinned. "Thank you that was a nice way to start the party." 

Sandra giggled. "I hope you come back a little later for another blow job. I love the taste of your cock." 

Rick laughed. "That's an offer that only a fool would pass up." 

As Rick pulled his shorts and sweatshirt back on, Sandra looked at me and wiggled her finger. Gobs of cum were dripping from her cheeks and lips. "Come here Sissyboy, you have a mess to clean up." 

I stood up. Sandra grabbed my leash and yanked me over to her. "Lick all of Rick's cum off of me Speedy. I want to be nice and clean for my next lover." 

Jason laughed as I licked Rick's semen off of Sandra's face. "Sandra, I'm going to leave a nice deposit of cum in your pussy. I want to make sure your groom is well fed this evening." 

Sandra winked at Jason. "I guarantee you that this little pussy wimp is going to bed with a belly full of semen tonight."

When I was done licking Rick's cum off of Sandra's face, She pointed to the floor by her side. "Kneel down right next to me cuckboy. I want you to watch a man give a woman a proper fucking." 

As I kneeled down next to Sandra, Jason looked at me. "Hey cuckboy, maybe your getting to watch your bride and me make a baby." He laughed. "Wouldn't that be funny if your sweetheart already had my son or daughter growing inside of her as she walked down the aisle to marry you on Saturday." 

Now I knew that this was a game. Sandra and I had discussed this issue on numerous occasions. She was adamant about the fact that the only children she would ever bear would be mine. She was also determined to take every precaution necessary to be sure that one of her studs would never get her pregnant. Her previous choice to get an abortion had been emotionally devastating for her. She never wanted to be forced into having to make that decision again. Jason was a very close friend to both Sandra and me. He fully understood and respected our feelings on this issue. When he had bareback sex with Sandra he was confident that she had taken every reasonable precaution to avoid becoming pregnant. Both Jason and I knew that Sandra was obsessive about her birth control efforts. 

Knowing that, the subject became the grounds for a wonderful fantasy game. Sandra and Jason were using this issue as a way to humiliate and torment me and I loved every second of it. 

I looked at Sandra. Jason was on top of her pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. She was grinning at me. 

"That's not a possibility is it?' 

Sandra winked at me and then shifted her expression to an icy stare. Between Jason's thrusts she snarled. "Shut up wimp! My birth control practices are none of your pussy ass business. If I want my stud to knock me up, that's my concern." She smirked. "As my cuckold husband, your only job is to kiss my ass and raise my stud's children." 

Jason picked up the pace of his thrusts. As he did this he said, "Sandra honey I am going to shoot my sperm so deep inside of you that Sissyboy over there can't possibly lick it all out of you." 

Sandra wrapped her legs around Jason and started to meet his thrusts with hip thrusts of her own. "Fuck me studman. Give me your baby." 

Jason started fucking Sandra even faster. I looked around the room. Everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch. Brenda, Maddie, April and Julie were all getting fucked and they all took a break so they could watch the unfolding drama. 

Julie was of course the only one who actually knew this was only a make believe game.

Even though it was just a game, it still inflamed Jason and Sandra's passion. All sense of artistry disappeared between them. They were overcome by lust. They weren't making love anymore, they were mating. 

Both of them were thrusting at each other with unbridled passion. I knew my sweetheart. I watched the tension building in her body. I could see that she was on the verge of a volcanic orgasm

Suddenly Sandra started screaming. Jason took three long slow thrusts into her. On his third thrust he pushed his cock as deeply inside of her as he possibly could. It was obvious that at that moment, my friend was ejaculating his baby seed into my bride. 

When he was finished, Jason lay motionless on top of Sandra. After a minute he pulled his softening cock out of her swollen cunt. As the head of his cock popped out of Sandra's pussy a big glob of cum came with it. 

Sandra leered at me. "Lie down on the floor Sissyboy." 

I lay down. Sandra got up from her chair and sat down on my face. As she sat down she spread the lips of her cunt. A large stream of Jason's freshly deposited semen ran into my open mouth. 

"Lick it up cuckboy, lick every drop of my stud's cum out of my pussy." She laughed. "That's your only hope for keeping his baby out of my belly. 

Sandra rubbed her pussy into my face while I sucked as much of Jason's semen out of her as I possibly could. 

When she was confident that I had been given an ample opportunity to get her pussy nice and clean, Sandra leaned forward. "Suck on my clit pussy boy; get me nice and hot for my next lover."

While Sandra was leaning forward. I had a brief opportunity to catch my breath and look around the room. 

Tony and Dave were both done playing with April. They were sitting with Jason. Bobby was bringing them drinks. 

April was sitting on a chair with her legs spread. You could see Dave's cum dripping out of her cunt. Mark was kneeling at her feet. He was getting ready to lick up Dave's semen.

Suddenly I heard Maddie start to scream. 

Both Sandra and I turned to look. She was on the floor. Jamal was on top of her fucking her as hard as he could. Maddie was in the middle of a very vocal orgasm.

Just before Sandra sat down on my face again, I had a quick opportunity to look at Julie and Brenda. 

Julie was lying on her back on one of the couches. James was on top of her. He was fucking her. Ricky was kneeling on the floor at the end of the couch. He was kissing Julie's feet. 

Brenda was on her hands and knees on another couch. Michael was fucking her from behind. I noticed that Bobby was watching Brenda and Michael while he poured Tony's beer into a glass.

As I sucked and licked Sandra's clit, she reached down and started to twist my nipples. She was aroused and not the least bit concerned about being gentle. She twisted hard. The pain was intense. It felt like she was trying to rip my nipples off of my chest. I grimaced. Sandra giggled and slid back so that her ass was over my face. "Lick my asshole sissyboy. Lick it really good or I'll tear your nipples off your chest." 

I pushed my tongue as far up Sandra's ass as I possibly could. She was holding me down. I was helpless. The pain she was inflicting to my nipples was nearly unbearable. I also realized that I couldn't breath. 

Just when I was beginning to get scared that I was going to suffocate, Sandra jumped up and stood over me. She shoved one of her dainty, pedicured feet into my face and jammed her toes into my mouth. "Speedy you insulted my lover while he was fucking me." 

I looked up at Sandra. Her sadistic streak had been awakened and she was creating a reason to punish me. 

I just stared at her; I didn't know what to say. 

She glared at me. "You have absolutely no business questioning Jason's right to impregnate me. The decision to have his baby is mine and mine alone. You're nothing but a lowly slave." She smirked. "You don't even get to fuck me."

Sandra shook her head. "Sissyboy your impudence just now is unforgivable. You must be punished." 

She pulled her foot away from my face. "Get up on your knees!" 

I got up off of the floor. As I rose to my knees I looked around. It was actually a very bizarre scene. Everyone had stopped what they were doing so they could watch us. 

Michael and James were still fucking Brenda and Julie, but they both stopped when they heard the commotion. All four of them were staring at us. Michael's cock was still inside Brenda. James and Julie were both sitting up. James's erect cock was obscenely sticking straight up. It glistened with the moisture from Julie's cunt.

Ricky was still kneeling at his wife's feet, but he was now watching us.

Mark was eating April's cunt while she watched us. 

Maddie and Jamal had finished fucking and they were sitting on one of the couches cuddling with each other. Their attention was also focused on us. 

David, Tony and Jason were sitting in chairs on one side of the room. Jason had a scotch in his hand. Dave and Tony were drinking beer. All three of them were staring at Sandra and me.

Bobby was standing by the door to the dining room. He was also watching us 

I looked up at Sandra. "I'm sorry Mistress. I meant no offense." 

"Silence Sissyboy, your pathetic apologies are meaningless. You must be punished." 

Sandra grabbed my leash and yanked me up. "Lay over the arm of the chair." 

She pushed me down. I suddenly found myself sprawled across the arm of her easy chair. 

Sandra turned to Dave. "Come here baby." 

Dave got up and walked over to Sandra. "How can I help you sweetheart?" 

Sandra kissed Dave on the lips. "I have to punish my naughty slaveboy. You can comfort me while I do it." 

Sandra dropped to her knees. Dave's large erection popped up as she pulled his shorts to the floor. Sandra put Dave's cock in her mouth and sucked him while I lay on my stomach waiting to be punished. 

After a moment she stood, pulled his sweatshirt over his head and threw it to Bobby. 

She kissed Dave again and rubbed his muscular chest. "Your body gets me so hot." She took his hand and placed it between her legs. "Rub my pussy baby, feel how wet you make me." 

Dave started to rub Sandra's cunt. After a moment she placed her finger to his lips. "Give me a minute." She walked over, picked up her riding crop and stood over me. As she drew the whip back she said, "Sissyboy here is your first stroke." 

Whap! The whip hit my ass hard. It hurt. I heard several people behind me gasp. 

Maddie grinned. "Very good Sandra, that's the way to properly train him." 

Whap! Whap! Sandra hit me twice more. I grimaced from the pain. 

Sandra turned back to Dave and kissed him again. As she kissed him she grabbed his hand and put it back between her legs. Sandra closed her eyes while Dave massaged her cunt. 

After a minute Sandra stepped away and turned back to me. She rubbed the leather loop at the end of her whip between the lips of her wet pussy and held it to my mouth. "Kiss the tip of my whip Sissyboy." 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 65



I did as I was told.

Sandra smiled. "Now lick it?" 

Sandra leered at me while I licked the leather loop at the end of the riding crop. "Can you taste me sissyboy? Can you taste how hot I'm getting?" 

She pulled the riding crop away from my face and drew it back. 

Whap! Whap! Whap! She hit me three times across my buttocks. 

"Ahhhh." On the last stroke I let out a cry. I tried to squelch it, but she hit me really hard. 

Sandra turned to Dave. "Fuck me baby; just for a minute or two." 

She bent over the arm of the chair that was opposite the one I was lying across. She shuddered as Dave entered her from behind. 

When he started pushing his cock in and out of her cunt Sandra whispered, "Sissyboy whipping you while another man is fucking me is the most exciting thing I've ever done." 

I bit my lower lip and whispered to Sandra. "Mistress I want you to enjoy yourself." 

Sandra took a deep breath and smiled. It was a wicked smile. "I'm going to Sissyboy; believe me I am going to." 

Sandra closed her eyes and took a moment to enjoy the slow regular rhythm of Dave's cock as it slid in and out of her wet cunt. I thought she might cum right then, but she stopped herself. Sandra was on a sexual high. She didn't want to end it just yet. 

She reached back and patted Dave's leg. "That's enough for now baby." 

Dave pulled his mammoth erection out of Sandra. He was fully aroused. His cock glistened from the moisture of Sandra's pussy as it proudly stood at attention waiting to go back into her womb. 

Sandra straightened up, grabbed her whip and walked around behind me. She was giggling like a school girl. It wasn't because anything was funny, she was just very excited. 

She held her breath and slowly drew her whip back. 

Whap! I grunted. She hit me hard. 

She drew the whip back again. Her eyes were closed. Sandra was overcome with sadistic lust. 

Whap! I cried out in pain. Sandra stopped and examined me. She seemed to be trying to decide just how far she could push me." 

I knew that I could easily take more pain and I could tell that Sandra didn't want to stop. I winked at her. "Mistress I beg you please don't hit me again." 

If you've been following this story from the beginning you know that I just invited Sandra to keep hitting me. 

Sandra's expression turned to an evil smile. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Be careful what you ask for Sissyboy. You just might get it." 

She turned to Dave, kissed him and put his hand back between her legs. "Rub my clit baby. Get me really hot." 

Dave laughed and pressed his fingers into Sandra's cunt. "You got it baby." 

Sandra turned to face me. Dave pulled his hand from her crotch. She turned. "No sweetheart, please keep rubbing me." 

Dave was standing behind Sandra. He put one hand around her waist and one hand between her legs. I could see him slide two fingers into her wet pussy. 

As Dave masturbated Sandra she started flipping the tip of her whip across my nose. "Sissyboy are you sorry for insulting my lover and me?" 

I looked at Sandra. "Yes Mistress. I am very sorry. I meant no offense." 

"You don't sound sorry. I haven't heard you beg me to forgive you yet." She paused, she seemed to lose her breath for a second. Dave's fingers were keeping her very aroused. She regained her composure. "I think you need a little more correction." 

Sandra turned to Dave and kissed him. "Just a moment lover, I have to attend to my slave again." 

Sandra took a step towards me and raised the riding crop. Whap! She smiled as she hit me. Whap! She hit me again. I grimaced. Whap! She hit me harder. I grunted. The pain from the whip was excruciating. Whap! She stung my buttocks again. I started to cry. 

Sandra saw my tears and paused. She watched me as I lay on the arm of the chair whimpering. She took a deep breath and drew the whip back again. Whap! I cried out in pain. 

Sandra rubbed her cunt with the tip of the whip. "Sissyboy, are you sorry now for insulting my lover and me?" 

"Yes Mistress, I am....." 

Whap! Whap! 

I shrieked in pain. 

"You're not begging to be forgiven Sissyboy." 

I started to sob. Between cries I said, "Mistress Sandra I beg you to forgive me for insulting you and your lover." 

Sandra smiled. "That's better Sissyboy." 

She set her whip down and picked up my leash. "Speedy it is very important that you understand your proper place in our marriage." 

"Yes Mistress." 

"What is you place Sissyboy." 

"To serve, honor and obey my Mistress at all times." 

"Very good Sissyboy", Sandra smiled at me. "Come here and demonstrate your love for your Mistress." Sandra bent over the arm of the chair and presented her ass to me. 

Everyone in the room watched in silence as I crawled behind my future bride, reverently spread her ass cheeks and kissed her asshole.

After a minute of this Sandra stood and turned to me. "Sissyboy, punishing you has gotten me very excited. I need a man. Find me one and beg him to fuck me." 

I crawled over to Dave. "Master Dave my Mistress is aroused and would like the pleasure of your big cock. I beg you to satisfy her." 

Dave grinned at me. "I would be more than happy to accommodate you sissyboy." 

Dave walked over to Sandra, assertively picked her up, carried her over to the red leather couch and laid her down. He got on top of her, spread her legs and pushed his erection into her wet cunt. Sandra gasped as Dave's cock penetrated her. 

When Sandra had all of Dave's cock inside her she turned and winked at me. I winked back at her. She grinned, turned back to Dave, wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him. As soon as she kissed him Dave started fucking her.

I kneeled on the floor and watched Dave fuck Sandra. Sandra was already wildly excited from our punishment session. It wasn't long before she started to moan. Her moans quickly became cries. Suddenly her cries turned into a shrill shriek and her whole body started to shake. Her orgasm was so intense that it almost looked like she was going into convulsions. 

As the waves of pleasure rippled through Sandra's body Dave increased the pace of his thrusts. Suddenly he arched his back, pushed his cock all the way into her and gave out a low grunt. While Sandra was enjoying her orgasm Dave was ejaculating his semen deep into her womb. . 

They both collapsed in unison. Gradually Dave's softening cock slipped from Sandra's cunt. As it slipped out a river of fresh semen followed it. 

Sandra gave Dave a quick kiss and giggled. "Thankyou sweetheart, that was really fun." 

Dave grinned as he stood up. "It was my pleasure Sandra. That's my favorite way to kiss a bride." 

They both laughed as he walked over to the bar. Ricky was waiting for him with a cold beer. 

Sandra turned to me. "Sissyboy, I'm really messy. You need to come over and clean me up." 

Sandra sat up on the couch and spread her legs. There was a stream of cum oozing from her cunt. It immediately started to pool up on the couch cushion underneath her. 

I kneeled between Sandra's legs. First I lapped up the pool of semen on the couch cushion. When I was done doing that I started to lick Dave's cum out of Sandra's pussy. 

As I was licking her, I realized that Sandra was getting excited again. I quickly lapped up the rest of Dave's semen and turned my attention to her clitoris. It was only seconds before I felt Sandra's muscles tighten. This orgasm wasn't as intense as her last one but she still seemed to enjoy it. 

As she relaxed Sandra leaned over and whispered into my ear. "I hope you are having fun sweetheart, because I'm having an absolutely wonderful time." She laughed. "I never realized that a stag party could be this much fun."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 66



Note: This story is the sixty-sixth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

I sat at Sandra's feet, put my arm around her legs and cuddled up to her. I was having every bit as much fun as she was. 

Tonight she was my dominant Mistress and I was her slave. This was my fantasy and the two of us we were playing it out in front of a group of ten other men and four other women. I was having the time of my life. 

As I sat cuddled up to Sandra, she started to pet me like I was her dog. I smiled to myself, the fantasy just kept getting better and better. 

I looked around the room. Brenda and Tony were on the couch. Tony was playing with Brenda's tits. I laughed to myself. I'd had a chance to observe Tony at several of our parties. He was definitely a tit man. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bobby watching another man fondle his wife's breasts. In his own way, Bobby was having just as much fun as Tony

I heard a grunt on the other side of the room. Maddie was on her knees in front of Jason. She'd been giving him a blow job. Jason was ejaculating into her mouth. 

My buddy Jason loved to fuck, but for him there was absolutely nothing that could compare to a good blow job. I assumed that was the reason he liked to party with Sandra so much. Sandra was proud of her ability to suck cocks. I guess they were a natural pair. 

I smiled as Maddie slowly coaxed the last drops of semen from his cock. Jason seemed pretty happy. Maddie was also very skilled at giving blow jobs. 

When he was done ejaculating Jason smiled at Maddie. "Thank you my dear that was magnificent." 

Maddie smiled back at him. "Jason, it's always a pleasure to play with that big dick of yours." 

He laughed. "I'd give you a kiss but I think Pussyboy is on his way over here to do the honors." 

Bobby walked up to Maddie and bowed. "Mistress may I be allowed to clean you up?" 

Maddie stood up and put her arms around Bobby. "Come here Sweetie." 

Maddie gave Bobby a long passionate kiss on the mouth. When they broke apart Jason's cum was dripping from his lips.

Maddie went back over and sat down on the couch next to Jamal. April was sitting on the other side of him. They'd been sitting next to each other the entire time Maddie was sucking Jason's cock.

April grabbed Jamal's hand. "Come on baby. Watching Sandra and Maddie just got me very excited. I need a serious fucking." 

Jamal laughed. "April, you've picked the right guy. There's a reason they call me Dr. Feelgood." 

Maddie yelled at him. "Who calls you Dr. Feelgood?" 

Jamal grinned. "Ignore the woman with the dark hair. She suffers from delusions." 

Maddie laughed. "Dr. Feelgood? And you say I suffer from delusions?" 

Jamal took his shorts and shirt off, sat down in an overstuffed chair, picked up April and lowered her onto his cock.

As they started fucking April turned to Maddie. "I don't know, he's a doctor and he sure is making me feel good right now." 

Jamal yelled to Maddie. "Did you hear that?" 

Maddie yelled back, "No I am too busy having delusions." 

I looked up at Sandra. "Maddie and Jamal are falling in love aren't they?" 

Sandra smiled. "It sure looks that way to me."

Jason walked over to Sandra and me. "Do you mind if I join the two of you." 

Sandra patted the couch next to her. "Please sit down." 

Jason smiled. "If you don't mind, I'm done being dominant for the night. I want to sit on the floor with my buddy." He smiled at me. "Stevie how about letting me have one of Sandra's legs to hug." 

I laughed. "Have a seat and help yourself. Her legs are really quite huggable and if you're lucky she'll pat your head from time to time." 

Sandra giggled. "Sissyboy are you being sarcastic?" 

I rubbed my sore butt, "Absolutely not." 

Sandra laughed. "Good because my arm is sore." 

I hugged Sandra's leg. As I was hugging her I heard a loud moan from across the room. All three of us looked up. 

Tony was fucking Brenda and Brenda was having a very vocal orgasm.

Gradually Brenda's orgasm subsided. When she regained her composure she started to smile. Tony was still fucking her.

Brenda looked around the room for her husband. As soon as she spotted him she wiggled her finger. "Pussyboy come here." 

Bobby scurried over to his wife. 

"Pussyboy Tony is cumming right now." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Baby, feeling him shooting his stuff inside of me is such a wonderful sensation." She paused for a moment, she was obviously enjoying herself. 

After a several seconds passed, Brenda smiled at Bobby. "Sweetheart, I think he is done now. I want you to get down on your knees. When Tony's cock starts to get soft it's going to slip out of me. When it does, a big glob of his cum is going to come out with it." She took another deep breath. "I want you to lick up all of that semen up when it pops out. Okay baby? Remember, try not to waste any." 

We all watched. Bobby didn't lose a drop.

"Shit you are Dr. Feelgood!" 

We all turned. April was bouncing up and down on Jamal's cock. Her back was arched and her eyes were closed. She was in the midst of a sexual frenzy. 

Jamal picked her up, laid her on the chair on her hands and knees and started to fuck her from behind.

April went wild. She started screaming. "Give it to me! Give me that big black cock!"

As April screamed I looked over at Mark. He was watching the scene in front of him. His wife was bent over on a chair. A large group of people were watching her scream in ecstasy while another man was fucking her.

Mark tried to catch his wife's eye. April ignored him. She was overcome by lust. At that moment she was only able to react to the carnal sensations that were building in her body.

Jamal picked up the pace. His thrusts were fast and deep. 

April's eyes were closed. She seemed to have fallen into a trance. She was so excited that she was having trouble catching her breath. She was panting like a long distance runner nearing the end of a race. 

Suddenly she threw her head back and screamed as an orgasm exploded inside her. 

Jamal kept fucking April as her body shook from the waves of pleasure that were rippling through her. Gradually she relaxed. Jamal still kept on fucking her, but the tension was gone now.

She looked over at Mark and winked at him.

Suddenly Jamal pulled his cock out of her cunt. April rolled over. Jamal aimed his huge organ at her mouth and started stroking himself. A large spurt of semen shot from the end of his cock and hit April's lips. 

Jamal continued stoking his cock. He pumped out three more spurts of cum. He kept stroking his cock. The spurts turned into dribbles and gradually Jamal's penis started to get soft. 

He leaned over and kissed April on the forehead. "Thank you, I enjoyed that." 

She looked at him and giggled. "Not as much as I did." 

Jamal went back over to Maddie and sat down. She kissed him on the lips and laughed. "I guess you are Dr. Feelgood." 

Jamal kissed her back. "And you get me anytime you want me." 

April looked at Mark and smiled. "Hi honey, come over here." 

Mark walked over to his wife. She grinned and pulled him to her. "Lick Jamal's cum off of me." 

Mark did as he was told. When he was done April pulled him onto her lap, put her arms around him and hugged him. As she held him she said, "Markie I love you so very very much."

I looked at the clock on the fireplace mantel. It was just after 11:00. We were all getting tired. 

James, Dave and Rick walked up to us, "Sandra thank you for inviting us. It's getting late. We're heading home." 

Sandra smiled at them. "Thanks for coming guys. I hope were sending you home happy." 

All three of them laughed and said in unison, "We're very happy!" 

Sandra, Jason and I all grinned. 

Michael and Tony came over next. They already had their street clothes on. 

Michael said, "Thanks guys. Were going to head out also. Will we see you next Thursday at Baxters?" 

Sandra nodded. "We'll be there, thank you for coming." 

They looked at me. "Congratulations Stevie you're marrying a wonderful woman." They both laughed. "Believe us, we know." 

I smiled at them, "Thank you gentleman." 

As soon they were gone Sandra shook her head. "Will the two of you please get up on the couch and sit with me." 

Jason rubbed his back. "I thought you'd never ask. I'm getting too old for this sitting on the floor stuff." 

Jason and I got up on the couch. We sat on each side of Sandra. 

Julie and Ricky came out of our bedroom and walked over to us. Ricky was wearing the same blue shorts and sweatshirt that the studs had worn all evening. He was carrying three more pairs of shorts and three more sweatshirts. Julie was carrying three hot wet towels. 

They walked up to us. Julie sat down next to me. "Hi baby, can I unlock you?" 

I kissed her cheek. "I would love that." I stopped and looked at Sandra. "Mistress do I have your permission to be unlocked?" 

Sandra hit my arm. "Stop it. You know the game is over." She paused, leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips. "Yes baby I want you to be unlocked. I want your cock to be free now." 

She turned to Julie. "Jules unlock him and let me have the towel." She turned to Jason. "Honey there's some medicinal salve on the table next to our bed. Would you get it for me?" 

Jason smiled and stood up. "Sandra I would be happy to get that for you." 

As Jason walked to our bedroom Julie unlocked my cock cage and took it off. She handed Sandra one of the hot towels and got up and walked over to Brenda and Bobby. 

Ricky tossed me a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. "These are for you buddy." 

I looked at my good friend and smiled. "Thanks Ricky." 

He nodded and followed Julie. 

Sandra started wiping my cock and balls with the hot towel. It felt really good. 

Jason came back and handed Sandra a tube of salve. "Is this what you wanted?" 

She smiled at him. "Yes, Thanks Jason." She turned to me. "Baby lay across my lap. Let me look at your butt." 

When I was stretched out across her, Sandra inspected my rear. "Poor baby, I was pretty rough on you tonight. You have some pretty big welts back here." 

I smiled as Sandra started to rub my ass with the hot towel. "It was worth it, it was really exciting when you were whipping me." 

Sandra's breathing caught for a moment. "Baby it was so hot. I've never been that excited in my entire life." She started to rub the salve onto my ass. It felt good. 

Jason turned to me. "Stevie I am going to make myself another scotch. While I'm up, I'll get drinks for everyone. What would you like?" 

"A scotch would be great." I thought for a moment. "Jas if you look in the bar refrigerator you'll find a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne. Open it up and give a glass to each of the girls" 

He smiled. "You're a class act Stevie." He turned to Jamal. "Come give me a hand will you." 

Jamal stood up. "Sure Jason." 

Jason and Jamal went to the bar. When Ricky had given both Bobby and Mark their sweatshirts and shorts he went over to give them a hand." 

While Jason was opening the champagne, Jamal yelled at Bobby and Mark. "Is scotch okay for you guys or do you want something else?"

I called to Jamal. "There is a bottle of 18 year old Chivas on the shelf under the bar. Let's crack that open."

Jason and Jamal both started laughing. Jamal said, "I think we can do that Stevie."

Mark and Bobby were both getting cleaned up by their wives. They smiled. Bobby laughed, "I could force down some 18 year old chivas." Mark nodded. "I think I could to." 

Maddie looked at me. "Stevie is the scotch only for the boys?" 

I smiled. "Of course not Mad." 

She turned to Jamal. "Baby, skip the champagne for me. I want some of that good scotch." 

Ricky set a tray up with four champagne glasses. Jason popped the bottle of Dom Perignon open and poured. At the same time Jamal set up seven glasses on a tray and filled each of them with straight scotch. 

When Ricky picked up the tray of champagne glasses, Jason stopped him. "Good buddy, go sit down by your lovely wife. Jamal and I are going to serve the drinks to you." 

Ricky smiled at Jason and sat down next to Julie. She put her arm around him and hugged him.

Jamal picked up the tray of scotch.

Jason stopped him. "If it is okay with you Jamal, I'd like to serve my friends their drinks."

Jamal smiled at him. "Jason they're my friends to; we're going to have to share this duty." He handed him the tray. "You can do this round, I'll do the next one." 

Jason smiled as he took the tray from Jamal. "That sounds like a good plan to me." 

The two studs served the drinks. It was a nice gesture. Jason and Jamal were good friends. 

When Sandra was finished rubbing the salve onto my sore butt I slipped the shorts and sweatshirt on and sat next to her. 

As relaxed, I realized that I was grateful for the sweatshirt and shorts. It was the beginning of October. It was late at night and it was chilly. It dawned on me that all of our girls were still naked. They had to be cold. 

I got up. 

Sandra looked at me. "Where are you going baby?" 

"I am going to get you something to keep you warm." 

Sandra smiled. "That would be really nice, Why don't you bring out some terry cloth robes." 

I nodded. "Sweetheart you're reading my mind." 

I went to our bedroom. We spend a lot of time naked at our house. Because of that, Julie and Sandra have put together a wonderful collection of very soft and thick terry cloth robes. 

I grabbed five of them and went back into the living room. 

"Stevie this champagne is wonderful." It was April. All of the girls except Maddie had a glass in their hands. Maddie was sipping a glass of straight scotch. 

I tossed each of the girls a robe. Julie smiled. "Thanks Stevie I was cold." 

Brenda stood up. After she put her robe on, she held up her glass of champagne. "I wish to propose a toast to the marriage of Sandra and Stevie. May they always be happy as slave and mistress."

Everyone stood, held up their glasses and said, "To Sandra and Stevie." 

Julie stood and held her glass up; "To my friends the future Mrs. and Mr. Sandra Monroe." 

Everyone held up their glasses and cheered. 

Jason looked at me. "Is that really going to be your name?"

I nodded. "I guess so, no one ever asked me."

We sat and drank and talked for a little while. Finally Brenda yawned and said, "Bobby its time for us to go home." 

Everyone else agreed that it was late. They all quickly got dressed and left.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 67



Note: This story is the sixty-seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

Jason was the last one to leave. 

As Sandra and I were walking him to the door I said, "Jason, why don't you spend the night?" 

He stopped, thought for a moment and shook his head. "No, I'm sure that Evelyn is already worried about me. I can't stay out all night." 

"I'll call her and tell her that you're too drunk to drive. I'll say you're passed out on our couch and I'll promise to get you home safely in the morning." 

He considered what I said. After a moment he nodded. "That would work." 

I smiled. "You said you wanted to sleep with us. This is your chance." 

Sandra tugged on my sweatshirt. "Baby this is your time. This is always when I make love to you. You don't want a stud here now." 

I kissed Sandra. "Thank you sweetheart." I hugged her. "We have our whole life to make love. This is a chance for Jason to realize a little fantasy he has. He won't have many chances to do this." 

I reached into her robe and rubbed her pussy. "I'll bet that both you and Jules would love another taste of Jason's big cock." I whispered to her. "It would also mean you could have a wakeup fuck in the morning. you know how much you like that." 

Sandra put her arms around my waist. "I would like all of that, but I don't want to cheat you out of your time." 

I hugged her. "Don't worry Sandra, I'm sure that Ricky and I can find a way to have some fun with this." I paused. "Maybe we can play some more domination games." 

Sandra looked at me. "Aren't you too tired?" 

"No and we don't have to get up early tomorrow morning." 

I reached back into her robe and started rubbing her pussy again. She was already getting wet. 

I opened Sandra's robe, grabbed Jason's hand and put it between Sandra's legs. 

"Master Jason why don't you play with my bride's pussy while I make the necessary arrangements for you to spend the night." 

They both grinned at me. 

I walked back into the living room. Julie was seated in an easy chair. Ricky was on his knees in front of her kissing and licking her feet. 

"Do either of you mind if Jason sleeps with us tonight?" 

They both looked up at me. 

I smiled at Ricky. "I'll bet that he'd be willing to cum on Julie's toes." 

They both looked at each other and nodded. 

Julie smiled at me. "Sure Stevie it's fine with us." She paused. "Stevie do you really think he'd be willing to cum on my feet?" 

"I am sure he'd be more than happy to do it." 

Julie leaned over and kissed her husband. "Ricky you'd really like to lick a studs cum off of my feet wouldn't you?" 

Ricky looked at Julie. He didn't say anything, he just nodded and grinned.

Jason and Sandra came into the room. Sandra's robe was wide open. Jason was fondling her breasts as they walked. 

I turned to them. "Jas when you cum tonight would you do it on Julie's toes." 

Jason looked at Ricky. "Would you like that Ricky?" 

Ricky nodded, "Yes, very much."

Jason grinned at him. "Ricky I'd love to do it. You should have said something earlier. I would have been doing it all evening for you." 

Julie smiled at Jason. "I'll try to find a way to properly thank you tonight." 

Jason laughed. "You know that little thing you do where you just suck on the head of a guys cock while you lick the little spot underneath?"

Julie laughed. "I know that little thing very well. Do you like that?" 

He nodded. "Yes very much."

Julie stood up.

I held up my hand. "We have one little detail to take care of first. I have to call Evelyn."

I went to the telephone and dialed Jason's number. As I dialed I noticed it was midnight.

The telephone only rang three times. Jason was right, his wife was up."

"Hello?"

"Hi Evelyn this is Stevie Wagner. I'm sorry I'm calling so late."

"Stevie is everything okay. Is Jason all right?"

"Yes Evelyn he's fine. Actually the problem is he's a little too fine. He's had a little too much scotch tonight. Right now he's passed out on my couch."

"Stevie can he just sleep at your house? I worry so much about him driving when he's drunk." 

"That's why I am calling you Evelyn. I agree, I think that it's better if he sleeps here tonight. I'll get him home in the morning." 

"Thank you Stevie, you're a good friend." She paused. "Stevie, Jason really likes you. Most people just want to be around my husband because of his successful law practice. He says you're the first man that he's met in years that just likes him because of who he is." She paused again. "Thank you Stevie. I think that Jason really enjoys having a close friend."

"Evelyn the feeling is mutual. Jason is a close friend." 

"Stevie I hope you don't mind that I am not coming to your wedding. I just hate going places where I don't know anyone."

I laughed. "Evelyn, I understand. I don't like doing that either. Maybe the four of us can get together some evening for dinner. That would be a nice way for us to get acquainted." 

"I would like that Stevie. Maybe we could go to that place that Jason likes so much. What is it called?" She thought for a moment. "Baxter's, yes that's it, it's called Baxter's. Do you know the place?" 

"Yes I know the place. I'll talk to Jason about it. Listen Evelyn it's late. You should go to bed. I'll throw a blanket on Jason. He'll be just fine on my couch tonight." 

"Thank you Stevie. I can got to bed and sleep soundly now. Congratulate your bride for me okay?" 

"I will Evelyn, Goodnight." 

"Goodnight Stevie." 

We both hung up.

I turned to Jason. "It looks like were meeting you and your wife for dinner at Baxter's."

Jason laughed. "No Stevie we'll be dining at the Kensington Grill. You can write that in stone."

I hung up the telephone and turned to everyone. "Let's go into the bedroom, it's playtime." 

As soon as we were all in the bedroom Julie turned to Ricky and me. "Wimps, get those fucking shirts and shorts off. You have absolutely no business wearing men's clothing in front of our stud." 

She turned to Jason and started to rub his chest. "Baby please forgive our husbands. They sometimes forget their place when they're in front of a real man." 

Jason opened Julie's robe and fondled her large breasts. "That's okay sweetheart, your slaves mean nothing to me." 

I turned to Ricky and winked at him. He winked back at me. Our wives and our friend were well aware that this was our time. They were going out of their way to play out a memorable scene for us.

Sandra walked up behind Jason and put her arms around his waist. She unzipped his pants and took his cock out. 

She looked at Ricky and me as she started stroking him. "Wimps, look at this beautiful cock. This is a man's cock."

Julie smirked. "Now look down at those pathetic little worms that the two of you call penises. You look like little boys compared to our stud."

Julie walked over and picked up her riding crop.

Sandra looked at me. "Sissyboy go to the living room and fetch my whip."

I started to walk out of the room. 

"Stop!"

I turned. 

"Who the fuck told you that you could walk around like a man. Get down on your knees and crawl. When you bring me my whip I want to see you carrying it in your teeth."

I crawled into the living room and got Sandra's riding crop. When I crawled back into the bedroom Jason was sitting on the bed. Ricky was on his knees in front of him. Sandra and Julie were on each side of Jason."

Julie was giving orders to her husband. "Beg Master Jason to let me suck his cock."

Ricky hesitated. Julie picked him up by his hair and gave him a hard swat across the butt with her whip." 

She let him go. "Beg him Footboy." 

Ricky fell to his knees. "Master Jason I beg you to allow my Mistress to suck your cock." 

Jason smiled at Ricky. "Very well Footboy, but someone needs to undress me first. Why don't you ask your wife to do it."

Ricky turned to Julie. "Mistress will you please undress Master Jason."

Julie stared into Ricky's eyes. She was very good at playing domination games. "I will Footboy, but do you really want your wife undressing other men?"

Ricky submissively bowed to Julie. "Yes Mistress, I do."

Julie raised her eyebrows. "Tell me why Footboy."

"Because it pleases you Mistress."

Julie patted Ricky on the head. "Yes it does."

Julie quickly undressed Jason and neatly laid his clothes on the bed.

I crawled up to Sandra with her whip in my mouth. Now it was my turn to be patted on the head. "Very good Sissyboy." 

Sandra took her whip from me. She set it on the bed and leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Are you enjoying this Stevie?"

I nodded. "Yes, very much."

Julie leaned over and kissed Ricky. "How about you baby? Are you having fun?"

Ricky looked up at his wife and smiled. "Julie, I'm having the time of my life."

Julie turned to Jason. "How are you doing with this?'

Jason smiled. "I always enjoy myself when I'm with the four of you." 

Sandra grinned at everyone, "Let's keep playing."

She stared at me. "Speedy take Master Jason's clothes to the closet and hang them up."

I picked up Jason's clothes. I had both his trousers and sport coat in my hands. I was worried that if I tried to crawl to the closet I'd wrinkle them. This wasn't a dominant submissive thing; Jason was my friend, I didn't want to mess up his nice clothes.

I turned to Sandra. "Mistress may I have permission to stand so that I can safely bring Master Jason's clothes to the closet and hang them up?" 

Sandra immediately grasped my concern. "Yes Sissyboy you have my permission to stand for that chore, but as soon as you're done I want you back on your knees. There's a man in the room. You must remember your place as a slave at all times."

When I was done hanging up Jason's clothes I got down on my knees and crawled back to Sandra. 

Jason was lying on his back in the middle of our bed like a king in his castle. His head was propped up by several pillows. His huge cock was sticking straight up in the air. It looked like an obscene tower of lust.

Julie was on her knees next to Jason. 

She looked at Ricky. "Wimp, get behind me and lick my asshole while I suck this beautiful studs cock." As Julie slid herself between Jason's legs, Ricky got behind her and buried his face between her ass cheeks. 

Julie got right up next to Jason's huge erection, kissed it and started laughing. "Sandra I can never get used to how fucking huge this thing is." 

Sandra smiled. "It really is one of the great wonders of the world isn't it Jules."

All of us started giggling.

Julie looked at Ricky and me. "Do you think the two of you could adopt the appropriate demeanor? You're making it very difficult for Sandra and me to properly humiliate you."

I turned to my buddy Ricky. "Dr. Norman, you're an excellent teacher. Your mistress has become a very eloquent speaker."

Ricky nodded to me. "Thank you Speedman, that was a very kind observation."

Sandra looked at Ricky. "Speedman?"

"Yes, it's the formal form of Speedy."

Both Sandra and Julie broke into laughter.

Jason shook his head. "I was on the verge of getting a really good blow job."

I turned to Ricky. "Our friend would like us to be serious."

Sandra put her arms around me and giggled. "Speedman, I would like to point out that if you and your professorial sidekick would be willing to focus on the current task, we could all have some serious fun."

I looked at Ricky. "Senor Foot Fancier..."

Julie jumped up. "Senor Foot Fancier? You guys have completely lost it..."

Ricky looked at Julie and spoke in a very deep voice. "Yes my dear it is true, while you have known me only as the meek and mild Ricky, I am in fact the notorious Senor Foot Fancier."

Julie buried her hands in her face. "Sandra why did you let me get married?"

Sandra started laughing. "Because you had a chance to marry every woman's secret heart throb, the notorious Senor Foot Fancier."

Jason shook his head. "If I'd gone home, Evelyn would be making me a grilled cheese sandwich right now."

I grabbed my buddy. "Senor FF, let's focus for a few minutes. "

Sandra grabbed me and pushed down on the bed. "Mr. Speedman lie down. I'm going to sit on your face and you're going to lick my ass."

I winked at Ricky. "Senor FF, listen to the women; they have some very creative ideas."

I lay back on the bed. Sandra climbed on top of me and sat down on my face.

At the same time Julie slipped back between Jason's legs, grasped his huge cock and kissed the head. She giggled as she was doing this. "Senor FF, kiss my toes while I lick this magnificent penis."

Ricky lay at his wife's feet and reverently kissed and licked her toes. 

As Julie was putting the head of Jason's huge cock in her mouth she laughed. "Senor FF really is a super hero."

All of us quieted down and let Julie work her magic.

She started by licking the head of Jason's mammoth erection. At the same time, she stroked his shaft. As Julie worked on him, Jason became increasingly aroused.

When Julie felt that Jason was reaching a nice level of sexual excitement, she slipped the head of his cock into her mouth and started to tongue flick the sensitive spot directly under the tip of his penis.

This was the blowjob that Jason had requested. This was the blowjob that Julie was famous for at Baxter's.

Julie worked on Jason's cock. He steadily became more and more excited. Suddenly he reached down and stopped her. "Honey it's time. You lie back on the bed and hold your feet out. I'll stand next to you. 

Julie rolled over on her back and held her feet up. Jason stood up next to her and started stroking his cock. He reached down with his spare hand and pulled Ricky up onto the bed. "Senor FF, get right up here next to your wife's feet." 

Ricky face was right next to Julie's feet when the first spurt of semen hit her toes and instep.

As Jason pumped semen onto Julie's feet he grinned. "Senor FF, kiss your wife's toes while I finish ejaculating on them." He smiled. "It's okay, I'll make sure we don't touch each other." 

Sandra rolled off of my face. We lay together and hugged while we watched Jason fulfill Ricky's fantasy. 

Jason shot three nice spurts of semen onto Julie's feet. After that, he kept stroking his cock. A steady stream of cum continued oozing out of the head. Jason made sure that all of it fell on Julie's feet. 

When his penis finally started to get soft he sat down on the edge of the bed next to us. Sandra sat up, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Jason honey thank you, that was a really nice thing to do." 

We all turned our attention to Julie and Ricky. 

Using a very assertive voice Julie quietly said, "Footboy, my lover made a mess on my feet. Clean it up!"

Ricky grinned at Julie, closed his eyes and carefully licked every bit of Jason's semen off of his wife's feet.

As soon as Ricky was finished cleaning her feet, Julie sat up and hugged Jason. "Thank you, my baby and I both enjoyed that." She paused for a moment and then kissed Jason on the forehead. "Honey you've become a very important person in our lives."

Jason smiled at Julie. "I really like both of you. I want..." He stopped and closed his eyes. After a moment he shook his head. "No that's not what I want to say."

We all looked at him.

He stared at the floor. After a moment he took a deep breath. "I'm not sure I'll ever understand how my relationship with the four of you got to where it is now."

Sandra looked at him. "What do you mean baby?"

Jason grinned at Sandra. "Obviously it started out with you and me being lovers, but that's changed." 

He stared at Julie and Sandra. "I love having sex with the two of you, I hope we keep doing it forever." He took another deep breath. "But if tomorrow you told me we could never have sex again I would still want to come to this house every day."

He shook his head. "The four of you are the best friends I've ever had." He stared at the floor. "I cancelled two appointments so I could get here this afternoon before the party started. I didn't come over early looking for sex, I came over early because I wanted to be with you guys."

He looked up. "Julie, earlier you asked me if was enjoying myself." He laughed. "I have the exact same answer as my buddy Ricky. Julie I'm having the time of my life. I'll always play any games you guys ask me to play."

He leaned forward. "You four are the most sexually liberated, creative and secure human beings I've ever met." He smiled at Sandra and Julie. "You two have this amazing ability to be incredibly cruel to your two boys without ever hurting them."

He looked at me. "Stevie when Sandra was whipping you this afternoon she was about to stop and then you started begging her not to hit you anymore. I know your code. You were really giving her permission to keep going.

I grinned at him. "You caught me."

"Yes and it just makes me like you even more."

He stopped to think for a moment and then he said, "I have to say this. It's very important to me."

He looked at Ricky and me. "I want the two of you know that you don't ever have to worry about me trying to steal your wives." 

There was a twinkle in his eye. "Evelyn really is the love of my life." He shrugged. "But she's kind of the opposite of Sandra and Julie. She has a very low sex drive. As you have observed, I have a very powerful sex drive. "

He stared at the floor. "That almost tore our marriage apart. I tried being faithful, but I couldn't endure the frustration. I was actually considering asking Evelyn for a divorce when I heard about Baxter's. I felt guilty about it, but I finally decided that an occasional trip to Baxter's was the only way to save our marriage.'

He sighed. "Sometimes I still feel guilty about it, but I have always been very discreet. I work very hard to avoid throwing my infidelity in Evelyn's face."

Jason got very quiet. "Before I met you, my life was extremely mundane. I worked hard at my law practice, I had nice suburban home life and when I wanted some sex I went to Baxter's"

He looked at the four of us. "And then it got very exciting. I met Sandra. Right after I met Sandra, I got to know Julie and Stevie

Jason smiled. "Sometime during all of this I realized that I'd fallen madly in love with all four of you." He looked at us. "Please don't misunderstand that statement. I'm not gay. I'm not talking about sexual love here."

Sandra kissed his cheek. "Don't worry baby, we understand. I'm pretty sure I can speak for all four of us when I say we love you to."

Julie, Ricky and I all nodded.

"For some reason you two guys and Mark and Bobby have chosen to let your women sleep with other men. I can't say that I fully understand that, but I am not sure I need to. It's clear that your love for your women and your women's love for you is not in the least bit diminished by it. I actually envy you guys because you live a life totally free of jealousy." 

I shook my head. "No Jason we get jealous and envious. I'm incredibly envious every time I see the pleasure that Sandra gets from sucking your huge cock." 

Sandra grabbed my arm. "Baby you should never be jealous. I like Jason. He's become a very close friend for both of us." She thought for a moment. "Maybe I'm even starting to love him, but that's the same kind of love I already feel for Ricky and Julie. My love for you is very special. I will always love you more than any other person in the world." She laughed. "It's the reason I can be so mean to you. When I'm humiliating you or hurting you with my whip I am very aware that you are the one man I truly love. I would never dream of really hurting you or doing anything to you that you didn't want me to do." 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 67



She smiled. "I won't whip Ricky. Julie has to whip Ricky. I love Ricky but not like I love you." 

I squeezed Sandra's hand. "Thanks Baby. I know how much you love me and you know I love you to." I paused. "Still I can be jealous and envious when I watch you with Jason or any other man. I wish that I had the equipment to give you the pleasure that you're getting from him." I smiled. "But that's central to the whole cuckolding concept for Ricky and me. We're both submissive masochists. We enjoy being whipped, we get excited when you humiliate us and we savor those painful pangs of jealousy we feel when we see you in the arms of other men." 

"You and Julie are dominant sadists. You love us, but you also love hurting us." I laughed. "Luckily we like being hurt so it works." 

Ricky nodded. "It's pretty complicated, but I think Stevie is right." He paused. "What I am not sure I understand is how Jason fits into the puzzle." He stopped and looked at Jason. "Please don't misunderstand me. I know that you do fit into the puzzle. I appreciate the fact that you are becoming much more than a stud to us. I know that part of it is that we're becoming very close friends." He looked at Jason. "But there is more to it that that. I am very glad that you're sharing our bed tonight." He held up his hand. "Please that didn't sound right. That wasn't meant as a sexually oriented comment." 

Jason smiled. "Don't worry Ricky I understand. Believe me I am more excited about sharing your bed than any of you are. We've already had wonderful sex. I kind of suspect that you and Stevie are still in for a little more. No it's the intimacy that I am looking forward to." 

He thought for a moment. "That's maybe how I fit into the puzzle. I long for intimacy. The four of you have it. When Julie or Sandra give a guy at Baxter's a blow job it's not an intimate act. When Julie and I worked in tandem so that you could lick my cum off of her feet I think that was an intimate act. We created something because we both love you and we wanted you to enjoy it." 

He thought for a moment. "For some reason the four of you have chosen to include me in your games." He looked at Ricky. "You're not the only one who's confused about how I fit in." He smiled. "Maybe I'm the resident stud. I understand your games and I know the rules. I can participate in the humiliation and domination and do it in a tender and loving manner. Ricky I can cum on your wife's feet for you. Stevie I can tease you about getting Sandra pregnant even though we both know it would never happen. When we're done we still get to respect and love each other as men and women." 

He shrugged. "I suppose the next question is what do I get out of your games? Two things for sure, intimacy and love." He laughed. "And I also get blow jobs. I love blowjobs. Stevie I love blowjobs just as much as you love licking Sandra's ass and Ricky loves kissing Julie's feet. I don't care if I never get to fuck another woman for as long as I live, just let me have blowjobs." He grinned. "You two guys happen to be married to two women who are absolute artists at giving them." 

Sandra smiled at Jason. "How are you at watching them. Julie and I always finish our sex games by giving our boys a blow job." She smiled. "It's time." 

Jason winked at her. "I guess I'll just have to lie back and be a voyeur for a little while.

Sandra and Julie gave Ricky and me our blowjobs. We loved getting them. Sandra and Julie loved giving them. Jason even seemed to enjoy watching them. 

When we were done I got up to get extra blankets. When I returned I grinned at him. "You get to sleep in the middle. Ricky and I usually alternate. Tonight It's my turn and I am giving it to you." 

Jason looked at all of us. "I don't understand." 

Julie laughed. "Jason you get to sleep in between Sandra and me tonight." 

Jason's face lit up. "Now I understand." 

Everyone got into bed. I spread out the extra blankets and made sure everyone had plenty of covers. When I was positive everyone was comfortable I crawled under the covers and cuddled up to Sandra. 

We all went to sleep in a big ball of naked bodies and blankets.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 68



Note: This story is the sixty-eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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The next morning Ricky and I rose early. I was making breakfast and Ricky was cleaning up after the party when we heard noises coming from the bedroom. We listened for a minute. We both smiled as we recognized the familiar sound of our girls having sex. 

We walked over to the open bedroom door. Julie was on the bed on her knees. Jason was fucking her doggie style. Sandra was lying on her back in front of Julie. Julie was eating Sandra's pussy. 

Ricky and I smiled at each other. Our girls were creative. 

I laughed. "Ricky, we need to keep Jason around here. Sandra and Julie are going to have much better dispositions in the morning if they keep starting their day like this." 

Ricky shook his head. "Don't ever let them hear that we think there might be something wrong with their dispositions in the morning." 

I smiled at him. "You're right, my mistake." 

We went back to our chores. The sounds from the bedroom got louder. We both laughed. The girls were having orgasms. 

It suddenly got silent. We looked at each other. I said, "It sounds to me like they're done. I guess we had better pour some coffee and bring it into the bedroom." 

As we were pouring three cups of coffee we heard Sandra's and Julie's voices. "Calling Senor FF, you have an important mission. Ricky come in here we need you." 

Ricky looked at me and shrugged. "What now?" 

"I think you'd better go find out." 

I followed Ricky into the bedroom. When I walked in I started laughing. Sandra was lying on the end of the bed naked. She was holding her feet up. Jason's semen was dripping from her toes. Julie was lying on the bed next to her. Jason was holding her feet and ejaculating the last of his semen onto her toes.

Sandra was giggling. "Hi Ricky it's cleanup time." 

I patted my friend on the back.. "You realize that you've created a monster." 

Ricky grinned at me. "Yes isn't life wonderful." 

Julie wiggled her finger at her husband. "Come here sweetheart. We have breakfast for you. Do Sandra's cute little toes first; you get to finish with my toes." 

Ricky got on his knees in front of Sandra, closed his eyes and started his morning cleanup chore. 

While he was working; I walked over to the linen closet, grabbed a clean towel for Jason and tossed it to him. "Unless you want to wait around while we give our girls their baths, I suggest you get into the shower right now." 

Jason stared at me. After a moment he started laughing. "Give your girls their baths?" He shook his head. "Damn you guys know how to have fun around here." 

I nodded. "Yes Jason, we do; we most certainly do." 

Jason grabbed a quick shower. I brought him a cup of coffee while he was dressing. 

"Do you want breakfast before you go?" 

"No I'd better get home to Evelyn. She'll have a very nice breakfast waiting for me." 

Sandra and Julie threw on robes and all four of us walked Jason to his car. 

As he was getting in he smiled at all of us. "Thank you, I really enjoyed last night. The four of you are very good friends." 

Julie kissed him on the cheek and giggled "You slept in our bed last night. You can be part of our family now." 

Sandra walked up and took her turn kissing him. "Jason, the bed is just big enough for five; please come and spend the night with us again." 

Jason grinned at us as he got into his car. "That's something I'm always going to look forward to doing." 

Jason backed out of the driveway and drove down the street. When his car disappeared around the corner we turned to go into the house. As we turned Sandra stopped. "Hey Stevie, the house next door has a for sale sign on it." 

She grabbed my arm. "We could afford to buy it couldn't we?" 

I nodded. "I imagine we could do it quite easily."

Julie grabbed Sandra's hand. "Let's go call Brenda right now. Maybe they can come over and look at it this morning." 

The girls ran into the house.

As we walked back into the house I smiled at Ricky. "Life just keeps getting more and more interesting." 

Ricky laughed. "Yes, it really is wonderful."

Julie was already on the telephone when Ricky and I walked into the house. 

"Hi Bren it's Jules. Honey guess what'" 

"No now just listen; the house next door just went up for sale." 

"Yes that's right the big brick one. Stevie said we can buy it." 

I looked at Ricky. He winked at me. "That's my girl." 

I nodded. "Yeah I love her to." We went back to listening to the telephone call. 

"No honey not for Ricky and me. We don't want to move, we love living with Sandra and Stevie. It would be for you guys silly." 

"Yes I'm serious." 

"Oh you know Stevie and Bobby; they can make any financial deal work." 

Ricky looked at me. "You did know you were superman didn't you." 

I held my finger up to my lips. "Shhhhh, let's listen to the rest of Julie's plan. 

"When can you come over and look at it?" 

"Yes I know that both of you have the day off; how about Maddie and April?" 

"Oh honey this is a really big house; there's plenty of room for everybody." 

I looked at Ricky. "It sounds to me like were putting together a little cuckold commune." 

He smiled. "Let's keep listening; this is getting better by the minute. 

"We already have a good realtor. Yes silly, you do know him. Honey he fucked you on our patio last June." 

"Yes that's right Barry. Brenda how many other guys have you fucked on our patio?" 

"Well yes now that you mention it I guess there have been quite a few." 

"Of course he's a good realtor; he found us our house didn't he?" 

"Okay, I'll call him. You guys could come over anytime this morning or early afternoon right?' 

"Yes that's right the dinner at the Kensington Grill isn't until 7:00." 

"You go talk to Bobby; I'll call Barry right now." 

Sandra walked over to me and put her arm around my waist. "Stevie, are we moving too quickly on this?" 

I smiled at Sandra. "No sweetheart if the house is in good condition and it's priced reasonably, I'm sure that Bobby and I can find a way to make it work." 

Sandra kissed me. "You know you really are superman." 

While Sandra was kissing me we heard Julie on the telephone. 

"Hi Barry, it's Julie Gordon. 

"No hon we're not having another party." 

"Yes we'll be sure to remember you if we do." 

"Barry, the house next door to us just went up for sale. We're interested in looking at it." 

"No were not going to sell our current house, we want to buy this one for some friends." 

"Yes you do know them they're Brenda, Maddie and April." 

"Yes Barry they were all at the party." 

"Yes I am sure you did." 

"Who's the realtor?" I don't know." 

"On the sign? Just a minute." 

Julie covered the telephone and looked at Ricky. "Ricky honey run out and get the name of the realtor from the for sale sign." 

Ricky nodded, grabbed a pen and pad of paper and ran out the door. 

"Barry, Ricky just went out to look." 

"Ricky is my husband. Yes I got married since you last talked to me." 

Julie laughed. "That's not the way I would have put it, but yes he's also a cuckold wimp." 

"Yes honey you and I can still get together and fuck." 

Ricky walked back in the front door. 

"Barry, Ricky is back." 

Ricky handed Julie the pad of paper. 

"Barry the company is Gorman Realty. The realtor is Gerald Rainey." 

"Oh you know him, that's good." 

"You already have his telephone number?" 

"Will you call us right back?" 

"Thanks Barry, were really excited about this." 

Julie hung up the telephone. "Barry is going to see if he can show us the house this morning." 

Ricky walked over and hugged Julie. "Baby, maybe you should have talked to Stevie a little more before you started making telephone calls." 

Julie looked at me. Suddenly she looked crushed. "Oh Stevie, I'm sorry. I guess I got kind of carried away. Please forgive me." 

I walked over and hugged her. "Hey its okay. We can go look at the house without making any commitment." I kissed her. "Jules honey your enthusiasm is one of the things about you that I love. I don't ever want you to change that. I could have stopped you if I was concerned." I laughed. "I think that this might actually be a pretty good idea." 

Julie looked at me. "Really?" 

I kissed her. "Yes Really." 

Sandra came over to Julie and me. "Stevie it really would be fun to have the rest of the gang living next door to us." 

I put my arms around both Sandra and Julie. I hugged both of them and said, "I agree. It would be very nice if we can pull it off." 

Ricky yelled. "Hey I want in on this hug." 

Julie reached out to him. "Come on baby doll, I have a place for you right here." 

Julie opened her robe and pulled Ricky into her naked body. As his wife rubbed her large breasts against his face Ricky looked at me and winked." 

I turned to Sandra. "How about some of that for me." 

She laughed, opened her robe and pulled me to her. I purred like a cat as I rubbed my face against her small breasts." 

The telephone rang. Sandra and I both said, "Julie you have to answer it." 

Julie picked up the telephone. 

"Hello? Hi Barry." 

"11:30, okay that gives us 90 minutes. I'll call our friends right now. Thank you honey, we'll be there." She paused. "Barry maybe we can play a little bit this afternoon, would you like that?" 

"Good so would I." 

"Okay we will see you at 11:30." 

Julie hung up. She looked at us. "Barry will be at the house at 11:30. I'm going to call Brenda." 

Julie dialed the telephone. 

"Brenda we can look at the house at 11:30." 

"You and Bobby will be there? Good. Maddie's coming to. That's wonderful. Yes I'm excited to. Come to our house first okay? Great Bren, we'll see you at 11:30." 

Julie hung up. 

As soon as she hung up she grabbed Ricky. "Baby that little stunt inside my robe got me feeling kind of frisky. I think it's time for you to eat a little pussy." 

She pulled Ricky to the bedroom. When she got to the bedroom door she turned to Sandra and me. "Are you guys going to join us?" 

Sandra kissed me. "Want to eat my pussy?" 

I laughed, "I thought you'd never ask." 

Sandra grabbed my hand. "Come on Speedman my clit needs some serious attention."

Brenda, Bobby and Maddie got to our house at 10:45. Julie was already bathed and dressed. Sandra was just stepping out of the tub. 

I threw a towel around her and dried her off while Ricky got coffee for our friends. 

As I dressed Sandra, we could hear the conversation from the other room. 

"I called April. She's at school." 

It was Brenda. I knew that April was a high school English teacher. Her schedule was the least flexible. 

"She was very excited. She called Mark. He's coming over as quickly as he can." 

Mark was a loan officer at a local bank. Between Bobby's skill as an accountant, Mark's knowledge of the lending industry and my financial reserves, I was confident that we could easily work this deal out if we wanted to. 

"I called Jamal. There's no way that he is going to get away from the hospital. He was just going into surgery, but he's also very excited." 

Sandra and I were just walking into the room. It was Maddie. 

She looked at us and smiled. "Hi guys; guess what. When we got home last night Jamal asked me to marry him." 

Julie screamed, threw her arms around Maddie and hugged her. "Oh Yessss!" 

Sandra looked at Maddie. "What did you say?" 

Maddie laughed. "I thought about it for maybe one second and said yes." 

I looked at Maddie. "Congratulations sweetheart."

Maddie hugged me. "Thank you Stevie. I'm really happy about this." 

Sandra looked at her. "I guess you'll never get to have a cuck." 

Maddie shrugged. "I know, but I love Jamal. We'll have a wide open marriage. Both of us will still get to fuck a lot." She laughed. "Maybe you'll let me borrow Stevie from time to time." 

Everyone laughed. Brenda kissed Maddie on the cheek. "You and Jamal are wonderful together. We have plenty of slaves for the group. You need to marry the man you love. That's what we did." 

Maddie smiled. "I really do love him. He's all I think about anymore." 

Sandra grinned. "Maddie you'd better marry him." 

Julie was at the window. "Hey guys, Barry's here. Let's go see if this house is big enough for six people." 

As we walked across our front yard Sandra and I looked at the house. We'd lived next door to it for an entire year. Neither of us had ever paid much attention to it. Now we looked at it from a new perspective. 

It was a huge two story brick colonial house. 

Sandra was walking with her arm around my waist. "Honey this house is a lot bigger than ours." 

I nodded. "It might just be big enough to work."

Barry was waiting at the front door. Julie walked up to him and kissed his cheek. "Hi Barry, you remember everyone don't you." 

He smiled and waved to all of us. "Of course I do. I really had a lot of fun with you guys that day last summer." 

He turned to Ricky. "I don't believe I've ever met you." 

Julie put Her arm around Ricky. "This is Ricky; he's my baby." 

Ricky put out his hand. "Hi it's nice to meet you Barry." 

Barry shook Ricky's hand. "It's nice to meet you Ricky." 

Mark drove up while Ricky and Barry were shaking hands. He parked his car in our driveway. As he walked over he looked at the house and said, "This place is huge."

Bobby, Ricky and I walked over to meet him. Everyone else went into the house. The four of us stopped in the front yard to talk for a moment. 

I looked at all of them. "I suppose the first question is do you guys want to live together." 

Mark laughed. "No Stevie the first question is do our wives want to live together." He smiled. "As far as my wife is concerned, that's a big yes." 

Bobby shook his head. "On the way over here, Brenda and Maddie were already talking about buying new furniture." 

I nodded. "We may already be beyond the question of if. It looks like the only thing the three of us are going to have to address is how." 

As we walked into the house, Bobby said, "Stevie I keep track of your books. Right now you could spend $3,000,000 and not even know it." 

"Okay, what do we have to do to make it a sound financial deal?" 

Mark said, "Lets look at the house." 

We walked into an enormous formal living room with dark oak paneling. To the left was a library. to our right was a set of patio doors. We looked outside. 

Mark whistled. "That pool is bigger than yours Stevie." 

Bobby smiled. "If we took down the fence between the patio's, we would have an amazing outdoor area." 

We walked straight ahead and entered the formal dining room. In the center was a dining room table large enough to seat 20 people. 

As we walked into the kitchen I looked at the others. "This is pretty amazing." 

We found Sandra in the kitchen. "Hey sweetheart where's Barry?" 

"He's upstairs with Brenda, Julie and Maddie." 

"Are they still looking at the house or is he getting a 3 way blow job." 

Sandra punched my arm. "They're looking at the house wise guy." 

I turned to the guys. "Lets go upstairs and find Barry." I grabbed Sandra's hand. As we walked up the stairs I asked, "What do you think?" 

Sandra looked at me. "Stevie this house is a mansion. How can we even dream of being able to afford this?" 

I smiled at her. "Lets find out how much it's going to cost." 

We found Barry and the women walking through the bedrooms. 

Julie ran up to me. "Stevie this house is beautiful. All of us are in love with it. Can we buy it?" 

Ricky put his arm around his wife. "Slow down Julie. We have to find out how much it costs." 

Julie hugged her husband. "Sorry sweetheart. You know how easily I get carried away." 

We walked through the upstairs. There were five bedrooms. Each of them had a full private bathroom. 

I looked at Bobby. "It certainly seems to meet our needs." I paused. "I guess it's time to ask the key question." I turned to Barry. "How much are they asking?" 

"$2,625,000." 

Mark asked. "How solid is that price?" 

Barry shook his head. "I got the impression that the owners would like to sell." 

Mark looked at him. "You're saying that you think they might be willing to come down." 

"I certainly think you should try to get them to come down. It's definitely a buyers market right now." 

I looked at everyone. "Let's go back to our house so we can talk."

When we got back to our house I started a pot of coffee while Ricky got everyone seated around the dining room table. 

Once the coffee was brewing I walked into the dining room and sat down. I looked at everyone. "Okay let's hear some comments." 

Brenda spoke first. "Stevie that house is magnificent. We love it." 

I looked at her. "Do you want to live with Maddie and April?" 

She smiled at me. "In a house that big? Yes, it would be wonderful." She paused. "Stevie the key is that there's enough room for all of us." 

I turned to Maddie. She grinned. "Stevie I would love to live in that house." 

"How about Jamal?" 

"Honey if Sandra wanted to live under a bridge what would you do?" 

I laughed. "I get your point. I'd be out looking for bridges." 

Maddie nodded. "As a surgical resident, Jamal's life is hell right now. That house is the perfect home for him. It's big enough so we can be by ourselves when he gets time off, but he can be at the hospital for days and know that I'm never alone." She smiled. "My baby is really worried about that. He'll love this house." 

I looked at Mark. He was on his cell phone. He was talking to April. When he saw me looking at him he turned to Brenda. "April wants to talk to you." 

Brenda took Mark's cell phone. 

"Hi April, the house is amazing. You should see the dining room." 

"Yes, you and Mark will have your own bedroom and a private bath." 

"I am voting yes. I love the house." 

"Okay, I'll tell them." 

She handed the telephone back to Mark and looked at me. "April's in." 

I looked at Mark. He was talking to his wife. He stopped when he saw me looking at him and laughed, "Stevie you know who wears the panties in our house. If April wants to live in this house, that's where were going to live." 

I smiled and looked at everyone. "I guess that settles it." I turned to Bobby. "The money isn't an issue?" 

He smiled. "You won't even notice it." 

I looked at Brenda and Maddie. "Are you sure you want to live together in this house?" 

They stared at me. Brenda asked, "Stevie are you really serious?" 

"I am very serious." I repeated my question. "Are you sure?" 

Brenda looked at Maddie. They both turned to me and said in unison, "Yes!" 

I looked at Barry. "I don't have time to dicker right now and I don't want to risk having the house bought by someone else. We'll pay the asking price. Is ten percent enough for a down payment?" 

He nodded. "Stevie I am sure that will be more than adequate." 

Brenda stared at me. "Stevie are you really buying this house for us?" 

I smiled. "Yes Brenda I am." 

I turned to Bobby, Mark and Ricky. "I am getting married this weekend. Will you guys take care of the details. Sandra would normally handle the legal documents, but I want her to be able to concentrate on being a bride. Let's use Jason Mathews as our attorney. Bobby get with Mark and work out a sound plan for buying the house okay? I trust your judgment. Let's try to maximize any possible tax advantages." 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 68



Maddie bit her lip and looked at the floor. "Stevie, Jamal and I don't make very much money right now. I don't think we can afford to live in this house." 

I smiled. "Maddie I am buying this house. It won't cost any of you a dime to live there. Talk to Julie and Ricky. I intend to include you guys in our financial family. They can explain how it works." 

Brenda looked at me. "Stevie, why are you doing this?" 

I laughed. "Because I can."

Barry reached into his briefcase and found the necessary papers for making a formal offer. As he finished filling out each one, he handed it to Sandra so that she could examine it. 

When she was done reading all of them she handed them to me. "These are all pretty standard, go ahead and sign them." 

I signed the papers. When I was done Barry said, "A check for $1000 is all the earnest money I should need."

I wrote him a check. As I handed it to Barry he said, "I'll call Gerald Rainey and tell him what's happening."

Barry got up from the table, took out his cell phone and walked into the living room.

He was back in less than two minutes. "I am going to take the paperwork to Gerald now. He's going to bring it to the owners this evening. Since you're offering to pay their asking price, neither of us can imagine that your offer won't be accepted." 

I stood up and offered my hand. "Thank you Barry."

Barry took my hand and smiled. "Your welcome Stevie." He laughed. "I love doing business with you guys."

Barry turned to leave, but Julie stopped him. "Not so fast Mister. We haven't had a chance to give you a proper thank you." 

She grabbed his hand. "Come on baby, let's go into the playpen and have a little more intimate conversation." 

Brenda grabbed Barry's other hand. "Hey that's not fair. I'm the one who'll be living in the house. I get to be part of this party." 

Maddie grabbed Barry's crotch. "You guys aren't leaving me out of this party." She laughed. "Come on Barry were going to gangbang you." 

As they disappeared into the playpen Barry looked over his shoulder. "Like I just told you, I love doing business with you guys." 

After the playpen door closed Ricky looked at me and shook his head. "That's my girl." 

I nodded and turned to Sandra. "Don't you want to get in on Barry's gangbang?" 

She put her arm around me. "Not on your life Buster. I'm not letting you out of my sight until after were married. Some cute little chippy might just swoop in and snap you up while I'm not looking." 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 69



Note: This story is the sixty-ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.



Ricky looked at the clock. It was 12:30. "Stevie I have to run. I have two classes to teach this afternoon. I should be home by 4:30. The dinner at the Kensington Grill is at 7:00 correct?" 

Sandra answered, She had clearly taken charge of the day's activities. "Yes, and Ricky we should be leaving here no later that 6:30." There was a tone to her voice that suggested that being late would not be tolerated. 

Ricky nodded as he went out the door. "I'll be ready." 

Mark turned to me. "Stevie, I have to get back to the bank." He paused. "I really don't know how to thank you for what you're doing." 

I smiled at him. "Just being my friend is enough thanks for me." 

Mark smiled back at me. "That's pretty easy to do Stevie." He turned to go out the door. As he was leaving he said, "April and I will see you at the restaurant tonight." 

As soon as Mark was gone I turned to Sandra. "We have some free time; do you have anything planned for the afternoon?" 

Sandra shrugged. "Nothing important; I'm not going to class today." She laughed. "I'm too excited about the wedding and seeing my mom and dad; I couldn't even begin to concentrate." She looked at me. "You're not going to work are you?" 

I shook my head. "No I wouldn't be able to get anything done either." 

She turned to Bobby. "Are you going into your office?" 

He grinned. "Nope, that's one of the beauties of being a maverick tax accountant. I only work when I have work to do. Right now I happen to be standing next to my biggest client." 

"Why don't the two of you go to the golf course?" 

I looked at Sandra, "That's a nice offer, but I don't want to leave you alone this afternoon. What will you do?" 

"When the gangbang girls are done with Barry I intend to take them to the mall and buy each of them a new dress to wear to the groom's dinner tonight. April is going to meet us there as soon as her last class ends this afternoon." 

I looked at Bobby. "It sounds to me like we get to play guilt free golf." 

Sandra took both of our hands. There was a look of unquestionable authority in her eyes. "You two have to promise me on thing." 

"What's that?" 

"We have to leave here no later than 6:30. At 5:00 you have to promise to pick up your golf balls and quit. You might not get to finish the entire18 hole round. Stevie you have to be back here by 5:30 and Bobby you have to be at your house by 5:30" 

I smiled. "No problem." 

Sandra stared at me. "Listen to me Steven Michael Wagner; that means no gambling. You two can't try to fleece the poor wretches you get paired up with this afternoon. You don't have time. You're going to have to walk off the golf course at 5:00 pm sharp. Do you two understand me?" 

We both nodded our heads and said in unison, "Yes Ms. Monroe, we understand." 

Sandra glared at the two of us. "If either of you guys are late getting home today, Brenda and I are going to chain both of you to a bed and leave you alone with Maddie for an entire afternoon."

Bobby took Brenda's car when he left. Sandra was taking the girls shopping in the Lincoln. They all wanted to ride together so they could gossip. 

Bobby and I had a very pleasant game of golf. We also followed Sandra's instructions to the letter, although it did hurt a little. The two guys we were paired with were obnoxiously arrogant about their golf games. They would have been easy to fleece. It took some effort on our part, but we resisted temptation. They wanted to play a $300 nassau. That would have been a $100 bet on the front nine, a $100 bet on the back nine and a $100 bet on the total 18 hole score. Once we saw them play we wanted to cry. It would have been like taking candy from a baby. Bobby and I made sure we each missed a couple of putts and sliced a couple of drives just in case we were lucky enough to run into them again in the future. 

We walked off of the golf course at 5:00 pm sharp. I got back to the house at 5:25. When I arrived, Ricky was the only one at home. 

He was shaving. As I was getting ready to take my shower I asked him. "Have you heard from the girls?" 

"Not a word. Do you know where they are?" 

"They went shopping for new dresses with Brenda, Maddie and April." 

Ricky laughed. "That group might not even be home in time for the wedding tomorrow." 

I smiled. "They'll be here. This is an important night for Sandra. She's going to get to see her parents." 

Ricky turned to me. "How come were not picking them up at the airport?" 

"We were afraid it was going to be kind of busy around here. I arranged for a limousine service to take them from the airport to the hotel and from the hotel to the restaurant tonight. Pat and Ed, were excited about riding in the limo. It also gives them a little time to unwind and freshen up in their hotel before they see us." 

When I finished my shower, I started to shave. As I was shaving I heard Sandra and Julie come into the house. I looked at the clock, it was nearly 6:00 pm. 

As I was wiping the excess shave cream off of my face Sandra burst into the bedroom and threw her arms around me. "Hi baby, I'm so excited; sorry were late, shopping for four new dresses is never easy." 

Julie came into the bedroom dragging Ricky behind her. "Sweetheart, come look at my new outfit." 

I finished wiping my face off with a towel, kissed Sandra, walked into the bathroom and started drawing a bath. 

As the tub was filling I turned to the girls. "Get your clothes off and get ready to get into the tub. We don't have much time. You're getting your baths together tonight." 

Sandra turned to Julie. "Listen to Mr. Boss man over there. Maybe I need to get the whip and teach him exactly who's running this show." 

Julie laughed. "No I like his plan. I just want to know if we get to do a lesbian bathtub scene while were in there." 

I looked at the clock, it was already 5 minutes past 6:00. We needed to hurry. I had to put my foot down. "Girls no more shenanigans. You have exactly one minute to get your cute butts into that bathtub. If you don't I am going to cancel your credit cards." 

Sandra was taking her clothes off. As she pulled her panties down she said, "Will you two promise to kiss our cute butts when we get out of that tub." 

I laughed. "Baby that's a deal." 

Sandra ran to the tub. She was naked. I looked at her, I could never get over how cute Sandra's body was. 

Both Julie and Sandra were so excited about tonight's dinner that giving them a bath was like trying to wash two kittens in the kitchen sink. They refused to sit still. After much effort, Ricky and I finally managed to get our girls washed and toweled off. 

We put on our suits and tied our neckties while they applied their makeup and got dressed. When they were done they both stood up and modeled their new outfits. 

Sandra looked at me as she twirled around. "You like?" 

I smiled at her. "Sweetheart you are absolutely beautiful." 

It was 6:45 when we walked out our front door and got into the Lincoln. Ricky drove. 

On the way over Sandra said, "Father Manuel Romero is going to be at the dinner. He's the priest who's going to marry us. I know him from the University. Stevie, I really like him a lot. He's Nicaraguan. He fought in the revolution there in the 1980's. She paused. "Honey now he works with the homeless here. He knows Father Tom." Sandra looked at me. "Stevie when the wedding is over can we donate some money to his church?" 

I smiled at Sandra. "Of course we can." 

Sandra grinned at me. "Thank you sweetheart. I think you'll really like him. He's very open minded. He marries gay couples. He'll be a good priest for our wedding because he's not going to be too worried about our marriage vows." 

I squeezed Sandra's hand. "I am looking forward to meeting him tonight."

The four of us walked into the Kensington Grill at 7:05. The Maitre D led us to the private dining room. As we followed him down a long hallway, I realized that Sandra and I had been in this room before. It was the evening after we met at Ty Cummings party. We were on our first real date. After we finished our dinner Sandra led me back to this room and made get on my knees and lick her pussy. 

I tapped Sandra on the shoulder. "We've been here before." 

She winked at me. "Sweetheart, I remember it very well." 

We turned a corner and entered the dining room. Our friends were all seated at one big table. There were going to be fourteen of us. There were four empty chairs. One of the empty chairs was at the head of the table and another one was just to the right of the head of the table. Sandra's mom and dad were seated in the first chairs to the left of the head of the table. Next to them were two empty chairs. Jason Mathews was seated across from Sandra's father. His wife Evelyn was also invited, but as you heard earlier, she had declined the invitation. Father Manuel Romero was seated next to Jason. Father Romero, as you just learned, was the priest who was going to marry us. Maddie and Jamal were seated next to Father Romero. Brenda and Bobby were seated across from them. April was seated next to Jamal and Mark was seated at the end of the table. 

Sandra stopped as we entered the room. She grabbed my arm and whispered. "Stevie my mom and dad are really here." 

I smiled at her. "Yes, that was the plan." 

She took a deep breath. "I didn't really dare believe it would happen." 

I hugged her. "I think you can start believing it now." 

Sandra's father was the first to notice us. Ed Monroe looked up and smiled when he recognized his daughter. He tapped his wife on the shoulder and pointed at us. Patricia Monroe stared at us for a moment and then she started smiling. Sandra's father stood up and walked towards us. His wife got up and followed him. 

When they realized what was happening, everyone at the table stopped talking and started watching us. 

Sandra walked slowly towards her father. When they were two feet apart they stood and stared at each other. Time seemed to stand still in the room. Everyone was watching. 

Sandra's father shook his head. "Baby I'm so sorry for what we did to you." 

Sandra threw her arms around her dad and hugged him. "It's okay daddy. I understand why you did it. I did awful things to. Let's just agree to forgive each other and move on. I just want to be with you and mom. I love you so much daddy." 

Sandra's mother put her arms around Sandra . "Sweetheart we love you to. We've always loved you. " 

Sandra looked at her mother. "I know momma." She started to cry. "I know." 

The three of them hugged. Everyone watched silently. There wasn't a dry eye in the room. 

Finally Sandra stepped back. "Mom and dad this is Stevie." 

Ed Monroe put his hand out. "Hello Stevie, I feel like we've already met. Welcome to our family." 

Pat Monroe smiled and extended her hand. "Hello Stevie; I'm Pat." 

I shook their hands. "It's nice to meet both of you." I looked around. "Let's go sit down. I think we have a wonderful evening in front of us." 

I moved to pull the chair at the head of the table out for Sandra. She put her hand on my wrist and stopped me. "No baby, you're the head of this family. You brought us together and you hold us together. The chair at the head of the table will always be reserved for you." 

I looked at Ricky and Julie. They were both smiling and nodding in agreement. I sat down; I was a little uncomfortable. I never wanted to be the head of a family; I just wanted to be a member of a family.

The waitress came over and took our drink orders. When she was gone Pat Monroe turned to her daughter. "Sandra I just love your friends. Brenda, Madeline and April seem like such interesting women. Did you meet that at the law school?"

Sandra smiled at her mom. "No all of us belong to a women's rights group. Julie is also part of the group. We normally meet every Thursday evening at a restaurant on the north side of the city." She paused "That's how Stevie and I got to know Jason. He came to speak to one of our meetings." 

Sandra's mother looked at Jason. "What do you do Mr. Mathews?"

"I'm an attorney."

"Oh I see." 

Brenda leaned forward. "Jason is a very moving speaker. If I remember that evening correctly, Sandra was particularly aroused by his message." She smiled. "But since that evening, Mr. Mathews has touched all of us." 

Pat Monroe turned back to Jason. "What do you talk about Mr. Mathews?" 

Jason was just taking a sip of scotch. He set his drink down and leaned forward. "Generally I tell motivational stories. I try to arouse my listeners. I rely a lot on what I learned from my past experiences with other people." 

Sandra's mother thought for a moment. "If you're ever in Milwaukee Mr. Mathews, maybe you could come and speak to the women's group at our church?" 

Jason nodded, "Pat If I'm ever in Milwaukee I would love to do that." 

As I listened to this conversation I had to work very hard to keep the image of Big Dick Jason and the women's group at St. Stephens out of my mind. I laughed to myself, Jason had not heard the last of this. It was most certainly going to be brought up again the next time we were on the golf course. I also couldn't wait to get home and discuss "the women's rights group" with Sandra and Julie. 

The dinner was excellent. We have come to expect that from the Kensington Grill. Sandra spent most of the meal telling her mother about the wedding, our house, law school and all the other details of her life. 

While Sandra spoke with her mother I talked with her father. I heard about his family tree, cabinet making and his love for salmon fishing on Lake Michigan. He insisted that next spring I was going to have to meet him in Milwaukee so that he could take me fishing on the lake. I was actually excited about this. My father died before I was old enough to go fishing with him. The idea of having a father to take me fishing was pretty exciting to me. 

After dinner we got into our cars and everyone went over to our house. Ricky drove the Lincoln. Ed and Sandra sat in the front. Julie, Pat and I sat in the back. I told Ed that he would be using the Lincoln as his car for the weekend. He loved the idea. We also offered him Sandra's Thunderbird, but he preferred the Lincoln. 

When we got to our house Sandra took her mom and dad on a tour. We knew that they would be coming over, so earlier in the day Ricky and I had made the playpen look like Julie and Ricky's bedroom. 

Pat loved the house. After the tour I broke open several bottles of champagne and we all sat in the living room talking until quite late. Several times I smiled to myself when I thought about how different tonight's gathering was from last nights gathering. 

Just after midnight everyone left to go home. Pat and Ed took the Lincoln and went to the Calvert Hotel. 

When they were gone I turned to Sandra and started laughing "A women's rights group? Jason Mathews was a guest lecturer?" 

Sandra giggled. "Honey it was the best story I could come up with on such short notice."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 70



Note: This story is the seventieth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

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The end of September is still a beautiful time of year in the north central part of the United States. It doesn't rain much. The skies are clear and blue. The sun shines almost every day. The cold blustery winds that herald the coming of winter haven't arrived yet. The days are more like cool summer days. The normal high temperatures are generally in the 70's. The nights are cooler. Women generally bring a light sweater or wrap of some kind when they go out for the evening. 

When I got up on the morning of Saturday September 29th I was greeted by the beginning of a beautiful fall day. I walked out onto the patio. The sky was clear and blue. It was early in the morning. The previous night had left behind a slight chill that still hung in the air. The warm sun was just starting to peek over our back fence. I smiled, the rising sun would quickly chase the chill away. 

I looked at my watch. It was almost 7:00 am. Sandra's parents and the wedding party were due to arrive in three hours. We were going to have a quick wedding rehearsal. When that was done we were all going to sit down to brunch. 

I went into the kitchen and started preparing the food for the brunch. I was just putting a large ham into the oven when I heard a sound behind me. I turned it was Ricky. 

He had a big smile on his face. "Good morning Stevie, happy wedding day." 

"Thanks Ricky." I poured him a cup of coffee. "What's happening with our two sleeping beauties in the bedroom?" 

Sandra and Julie strolled into the kitchen. Sandra grinned at me. "We're up and ready for action."

Sandra walked up to me, put her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. "Good morning sweet groom." 

I laughed. "Good morning beautiful bride." 

Sandra giggled. "Tonight you get to become my submissive cuckold husband." 

I grinned at Sandra. "I can't wait." 

Julie came over and hugged me. "Stevie I am so happy that you and Sandra are getting married today. I love both of you so much." 

I kissed Julie. "I know Jules; I love you to." 

She smiled at me. "Do you love me enough to get me a cup of coffee?" 

We all started laughing. Ricky grabbed the coffee pot. "Come on let's go out on the patio. It's a beautiful morning." 

As they walked outside I ran into the bedroom and grabbed two robes for the girls. The morning sun still hadn't won it's battle with the chill of the night.

When I got outside Sandra and Julie were already sitting down. I draped a robe over each of their shoulders. Julie smiled at me. "Thanks Stevie. It's just a little cool out here." 

I sat down and asked, "Did Barry ever call and let us know what happened with the house next door?" 

Ricky set his coffee mug down and shook his head. "Sorry, he left a message on the answering machine. They accepted the offer. We're now the proud owners of the house next door." 

Julie and Sandra clapped their hands. 

"I guess we'll have to call Barry on Monday and make arrangements to fill out the formal purchase agreement and set up a closing." 

Sandra looked at me. "Won't Bobby and Jason help you with that?" 

"They will, but since I am probably going to be the buyer I have to sign the papers." I paused. "My schedule next week is going to be pretty easy. I'll have the time to take care of the house business." I smiled. "The following week is going to be a different situation." 

Sandra tilted her head. "What's happening then?" 

"Remember that company in Atlanta that I told you about?" 

She nodded. "Sure the company that's making the drug to enhance sexual desire in women." She laughed. "The drug that you said Julie and I could never even touch." 

I smiled. "That's the one. They should be hearing from the FDA in about a week. If they get approval to start manufacturing the drug, things are going to get pretty wild." 

Julie tapped my knee. "Stevie are we going to make a lot of money from this deal?"

I grabbed Julie's hand. "Sweetheart if everything works out, we are going to make more money than you can possibly imagine." 

Sandra set her coffee cup down. "Exactly how much is that Stevie?" 

"Right now we have about 5 million dollars invested in the company. If they get FDA approval their stock should triple in value. Adding in our other assets, our net worth will increase to about 35 million dollars." I laughed. "Once we have that much money there's no stopping us. Between my ability to find places to invest money and Bobby's ability to manage money, we could be billionaires within the next ten years." 

Sandra, Julie and Ricky just stared at me. 

I decided that it was time to drop the next bomb. I looked at the three of them. "Jules, you and Ricky never got a honeymoon. Sandra and I aren't going to get one either. All three of you get time off at Christmas, so does April. I kind of thought it might be fun if all of us spent this coming Christmas in a warm climate. Hawaii or Jamaica would be nice. We could take a cruise if you like. Maybe you want to go to one of those sex resorts in Mexico." I smiled at Julie and Sandra. "You get the picture. A nice place where there will be lots of hot guys for you to play with." 

Sandra looked at me. "You're planning on taking everybody right?" 

I nodded. "Yes, the four of us, Brenda, Bobby, Maddie, Jamal, April and Mark. I would also love it if Jason could go, but that sort of depends on Evelyn." I paused. " I think that Bobby, Mark, Ricky and I would like it if we went somewhere where there was a golf course. It would give us something to do while you girls and Jamal are busy partying." 

Julie grinned at Sandra and turned to me. "Stevie you have certainly just given us something to talk about at the reception tonight."

Sandra leaned over and looked at my watch, it was just after 8:00. "Oh dear, we have to start getting ready. We have lots of company coming in less than two hours." She jumped up. "Come on boys, it's bath time." 

Julie stood up. "Sandra and I had so much fun in the tub yesterday that we decided we always want to take our baths together." 

Sandra started giggling. "Come on Sissy groom. It's time to bathe your Mistress bride." 

Sandra grabbed my hand, pulled me out of my chair and led me into our bedroom. Julie grabbed Ricky and followed on our heels. 

When we got into the bedroom both girls threw their robes on the bed. 

Sandra got a wicked grin on her face and said, "Stevie get down on your knees." 

It was an order. I did as I was told. 

Sandra pulled her shorts down. "Cuckboy look at my cute little pussy. You love this pussy don't you?" 

I nodded, "Yes." 

"Most men consider their wife's pussy to be their private playground. In our culture exclusive access to his wife's body is generally thought to be a husband's marital right." 

Sandra smirked at me. "That won't be true in your case will it Sissy Cuck. You understand that I am going to freely give your marital right to my cunt to any man I choose." 

Sandra laughed. "Sissy Cuck I guarantee you that even though we're husband and wife, I intend to let lots and lots of men play with my cute little pussy."

Sandra took her top off. "You like my cute little titties to don't you Stevie." She smiled at me. "Think of all the guys that are going to get to fondle these titties." Sandra started laughing. "Sissyboy just imagine about how hot all those guys are going to get while they're playing with your wife's nipples."

Julie decided that she wanted to join in the fun. She leered at Ricky. "Footboy you can join Stevie; get down on you knees!" 

Ricky fell to his knees. Julie started a slow strip. As she removed her top and exposed her large breasts she said, "Footboy you love my breasts don't you." 

Ricky nodded. 

"But you never get to play with them do you?" 

He shook his head. 

"That's because my breasts are reserved for real men. Wimps like you just get to suck on my toes."

Julie pulled her panties down and showed Ricky her cunt. "Footboy when was the last time you got to fuck this pussy." 

Ricky hung his head in shame. He just barely whispered his answer. "On our wedding night." 

Julie leaned forward. "Speak up footboy, I didn't hear you. When was the last time you got to fuck me?" 

Ricky looked up. "On our wedding night." 

Julie shook her head. "Poor little boy, lots of other guys have fucked me since then, but not you." Julie patted Ricky's head. "That's so very sad"; and then she started laughing, "But you do get to lick my asshole and jack off don't you?" 

Ricky smiled. "Yes Mistress Julie and I am very grateful that you allow me that privilege."

Sandra looked at Julie. "You're not fooling us, we live with you guys. This is just a game."

Julie laughed. "It sure is and it's a game we both love to play." She reached down and grabbed Ricky. "Come here baby." Julie pulled Ricky up to his feet. She put her arm around him, pulled his face to her breast and slipped one of her nipples into his mouth. "My baby loves to suck on my tits." 

Sandra reached out and grabbed my shoulder. "Come here sweetheart." She pulled me to my feet and led me to the bed. As we sat down she said, "Jules let's let our boys fuck us right now." 

I looked at Sandra. "Shouldn't we wait until tonight?" 

Sandra giggled. "Stevie I don't know how to break this to you, but I'm not going to be a virgin bride." 

I stared into Sandra's eyes. "My dear I am crushed by this news. When did this happen? Who was responsible?" 

Julie started laughing. "Stevie I think it was six years ago and it was the entire male student body at the University." 

Sandra winked at Julie. "That's not true Jules and you know it. There were at least five guys at the University that never got to fuck me." She giggled. "But it was okay because you took care of them." 

Julie grinned at Sandra. "We did get around didn't we." 

Sandra turned to me. "Stevie I want you to fuck me right now." She took my hand. "You can fuck me again tonight but I want to feel you inside me right now. Please baby, it's important to me." 

"Okay, but why?"

Sandra squeezed my hand. "Stevie I plan to let several guys fuck me today. I intend to cuckold you all evening. By the time we get to the hotel room my pussy is going to be pretty stretched out. I am sorry baby but your cock is so small that I won't be able to feel you fucking me tonight. Right now I'm nice and tight. I'll be able to enjoy you this morning." She started giggling. "Also it is our wedding day. You really should be the first guy that gets to fuck me today."

Sandra pulled my t shirt over my head. "Come on sweet boy, let's get your clothes off." 

Julie sat down next to us and pulled Ricky down on top of her. "Let's get your clothes off to baby doll. Sandra's not the only one with a nice tight pussy this morning." 

I got on top of Sandra and Ricky got on top of Julie. As we were fucking our girls Sandra grinned at Julie. "This really brings back memories doesn't it Jules." 

Julie laughed. "I was just thinking the same thing Sandra." 

Sandra looked up at me. "Julie and I lived in a studio apartment for two years. It was all we could afford. There was one double bed in the living room. We spent a lot of nights lying on our backs side by side just like this." 

Sandra and Julie had spent a lot of time training Ricky and me. We were both able to last a long time. I came first. When I was done ejaculating into Sandra I started to slide down her body to do my cleanup chores. 

She stopped me. "Wait just a minute sweetheart." 

Seconds later Ricky started cumming. When he was done, Sandra said, "I want the two of you to clean up after each other this morning." She grabbed Ricky's hand. "Come here baby." Sandra pulled Ricky to her and gently pushed his face to her crotch." 

I slid over to Julie. I was starting to go down on her when she stopped me. "Stevie lie down on your back." I rolled over. Julie got up and mounted my face. As she pressed her cunt against my lips she said, "Lick my baby's cum out of my cunt Stevie." 

Sandra looked at Julie and me. "Ricky we should be doing that, lie down baby." 

Ricky lay down. Sandra got on top of him and sat on his face. 

For the next twenty minutes our girls rode us. Julie would lean forward so that her cunt was over my mouth then she would lean back so that I could lick her asshole. I knew that Sandra was doing the same thing with Ricky. 

Both girls had several orgasms. After her last orgasm Julie rolled off of me and cuddled up to my shoulder. 

As we lay together we watched Ricky lick Sandra to one more orgasm. When they were done Sandra rolled off of him, lay in his arms and started to giggle. "What a wonderful way to begin a wedding day."

Sandra looked at the clock. "Oh no, look at the time; it's almost 9:00. Our company will be arriving in one hour. Stevie you attend to the brunch while Ricky gives us our bath." 

We all jumped into action. As I pulled on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen I laughed to myself. Sandra and Julie had gotten so used to having Ricky and me as their body slaves that it didn't even occur to them anymore that they could actually bathe themselves. 

I worked quickly once I got into the kitchen. In a matter of minutes I had everything cooking. 

Just as I was finishing Ricky came into the kitchen. "You need any help?" 

I turned to him. "Are they out of the bathtub?" 

Ricky laughed. "Yes they understood we were in a hurry. They were actually pretty cooperative this time." He shook his head. "They did have to take a minute to play lesbian bath scene." He smiled. "That's becoming their favorite bathtub game." 

I winked at Ricky. "You know if we could sneak a video camera into the bathroom and film them playing that game, we could get rich." 

Ricky grinned at me. "I don't know how to break this to you Stevie but we're already rich." 

I laughed. "So we are Ricky, so we are." 

I took a quick survey of the food preparations and turned back to Ricky. "When the timer goes off take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven. I'm going to grab a quick shower and a shave. I'll be right back." 

The girls were just finishing dressing when I passed through the bedroom on my way to the bathroom. 

As I walked through Sandra asked "How can we help Stevie?" 

"Why don't you guys put a table cloth on the big patio table and get out plates and silverware. Oh and we need to put coffee mugs and cream and sugar out on the bar. Everyone is going to want coffee when they get here." 

By the time I got done showering and dressing Ricky and the girls had everything well in hand. The preparations were all complete when the doorbell started to ring at 10:00. 

The wedding rehearsal was quick. Our ceremony was short and simple. The only thing we had to go over was when each of us had to walk in and where we were supposed to stand. Brenda ran the rehearsal. She's an extraordinarily organized woman. The whole operation was very smooth. 

The brunch was outstanding. It was a beautiful day. We all sat on the patio and ate. 

Sandra's parents couldn't get over how beautiful our house was in the light of day. They were completely amazed when we took them into the front yard and told them that we had just purchased the house next door for Brenda, Bobby, Maddie, Jamal, April and Mark. 

After everyone else went back inside, April stood silently in the front yard and stared at the house. It was the first time that she'd had an opportunity to look at it with the knowledge that she would soon be living there. 

I walked over to her. "What do you think of the house April?" 

She smiled at me. "Stevie it's magnificent. It looks like something out of a romance novel. I can't believe that I am actually going to get to live there." 

"April I think that life is about to get really good for all of us." 

April took my hand. "Stevie we were all incredibly lucky to get to know each other. All of you are absolutely wonderful friends." 

"I feel the same way April." 

"Stevie why do you think we were so blessed with luck." 

"Serendipity April; we've all been visited by serendipity." 

April looked at me. "Stevie I am a high school English teacher. I know all about Horace Wahlpole and the Three Princes of Serendip." 

I laughed. "April you already know a lot more that I do. 

She smiled. "Then allow me to teach you. Wahlpole was an Englishman who resurrected an old Persian tale about three princes who went on an exotic journey. While they were on this adventure they demonstrated this amazing ability to stumble across wonderful treasures that they weren't actually seeking. Wahlpole called it serendipity. 

April smiled at me. "You're right Stevie. I went to Baxter's one night hoping to get laid and found all of you by accident. Becoming friends with you guys was a wonderful treasure that I never imagined before I met you. Finding all of you was definitely an instance of serendipity.

Suddenly April's mood changed. She stared at the ground and sighed. I looked at her. There was a tear running down her cheek.

I put my arm around her. "What's the matter sweetheart?"

She looked at me and smiled. "I'm sorry Stevie, my life right now is wonderful; but several years ago I went through a very difficult time. I'm still not fully recovered."

"Tell me about it."

She shook her head. "No not today. It's a long story and this is your wedding day." She put her arm around my waist. "Today just having you as my friend is all I need. Someday when the time is right, I'll tell everyone."

For a moment April and I just stood and silently held each other. When two people are close friends there are times when that's all that's necessary. 



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 71



Note: This story is the seventy-first episode in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous seventy episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

After we finished brunch Sandra and the other women piled into the Lincoln. Sandra had booked a three hour session at an upscale beauty spa for all six of them. 

They were due back at 3:30. We planned to leave here to go to the Eloise Thompson Botanical Gardens at 4:15. It wasn't far away. It was probably going to take less than fifteen minutes to drive there. 

We spent the afternoon watching college football. If Sandra's father hadn't been with us, we might have tried to play nine holes of golf, but we didn't want to desert him. 

At 3:30 the women returned from the spa. The money and time was well spent. All of the women were gorgeous. 

Everyone brought their wedding clothes with them when they came over this morning. For the next 45 minutes the house was a beehive of activity as we all got dressed for the wedding. The women used our bedroom as a dressing room. The men used the playpen (currently billed as Julie and Ricky's bedroom). 

We were all walking out the door at 4:15 sharp. Everyone drove their own cars. They all had to be able to get home after the reception. Sandra's parents took the Lincoln. Sandra rode with them. I drove over in my car. 

Sandra and I were not planning on coming home after the reception. We had secretly reserved a suite at the Calvert Hotel.

The Eloise Thompson Botanical Gardens occupy almost two acres of land in the middle of a large park in the center of the city. 

The well manicured grounds feature a number of ornate fountains and pools artfully placed amongst an array of immaculately groomed flower gardens. The conservatory stands at the center of these grounds. Built in 1924, the conservatory is a landmark for the city. It is in constant demand as a site for weddings and formal receptions. The center of this structure is a large glass dome that resembles our nations capitol. Enormous glass wings extend out from three sides of this domed central building. 

We arrived at 4:30. When you walk into the conservatory you realize that the building is actually a large greenhouse. The wedding chapel is located under the central dome. This part of the conservatory also serves as the administrative section of the building. The lavatories are located here. There are also several lounges and two small rooms that are available for use by the wedding party. 

As we walked in an overweight middle aged man with a jovial expression stepped forward and extended his hand. He was wearing overalls. "Good afternoon, I'm Al Taney. I'm the weekend caretaker for the conservatory. If you need anything I'm the guy to ask." 

I shook his hand. "Thank you Al. Where will we find you if we need you?" 

"My office is right over there." He pointed to his left. "The bride and the bridesmaids can use the lounge on the right. There's an additional ladies room in there. The men should use the lounge on the left. There's another men's room in there. I'll be here until after your ceremony is over and everyone is gone." 

He turned and walked to his office. As soon as he was gone, Sandra walked in with her mom and dad. Brenda and Bobby were right behind them. 

I pointed to the lounge on the right. "You and the other girls can use the lounge over there. The men are going to use the one on the left." 

The women all disappeared into the lady's lounge. 

Jason, Ed, Bobby, Ricky, Mark and I all hung out on the front steps. We greeted the guests as they arrived. We all kind of doubled as ushers. Father Romero joined us on the steps when he arrived. 

Bill and Cindy Johansen were invited, along with several people from my office including all three partners. Sandra had a couple of friends from the law school coming. Several of the guys from Baxter's were invited with the proviso that they needed to be on their best behavior. Our wedding was not going to become an orgy." 

At about 10 minutes to 5:00 April walked up to us and grabbed Jason. "Sweetheart, come with me for a minute would you?" 

Jason smiled. "I would never turn down an offer from a beautiful woman." 

We all laughed as April led Jason into one of the greenhouse wings. 

As soon as Jason disappeared Brenda, Julie and Maddie came for Ricky, Bobby, Mark and me. They brought us into one of the small side rooms and locked the door. 

As soon as we were inside, Brenda grinned at us. "Boy's take off your pants and your panties." 

While they were shopping yesterday the girls had bought us each a pair of full cut white lace panties to wear under our white tuxedos. Maddie passed them out.

At the same time, Julie opened an athletic bag and took out our cock cages. She giggled as she laid them on the table. "There will be no cucks with free swinging dicks at this wedding." 

Maddie, Brenda and Julie quickly put our cages on us and locked them into place. As soon as they were done we put our new panties and trousers on and went back out into the foyer of the conservatory. 

I looked around, Jason was still missing. 

At 4:55 the organist started to play. All of the guests went into the chapel and sat down. Brenda started lining up the wedding party at the chapel entrance.

Jamal was wearing a black tuxedo. So was Ed. Jamal's job was to escort Pat Monroe into the chapel and show her to her seat. 

At 2 minutes to 5:00 I looked around. Everyone was here except for Jason and Sandra. I assumed that Sandra was still in the women's lounge. 

At one minute to 5:00 Jamal escorted Pat Monroe to her seat and sat down behind her. 

At 5:00 Jason was still not here. Father Romero walked down the aisle by himself. 

We were starting. April took Mark's arm and they started to walk in. Brenda and Bobby followed them. Maddie and Ricky were next. Julie and Jason were supposed to follow them. I was starting to get anxious. Suddenly Jason ran into the room. He was tucking his shirt in as he ran. 

I smiled. "You were getting us worried buddy." 

He nodded, "I was taking care of an important detail." 

Julie looked at me and giggled as Jason took her arm. "He most certainly was." 

Just then Sandra walked into the room. She was beautiful. I smiled at her and turned into the chapel. As I followed Julie and Jason down the aisle I looked at the altar area. Ricky, Bobby and Mark were lined up on the right. Jason and the girls were lined up on the left. 

I smiled to myself, we were definitely going to get some questions about why Jason was standing on Sandra's side of the altar.

I looked at the bridesmaids as they stood by the altar. This afternoons visit to the beauty spa really was time well spent. The women were gorgeous. I don't believe I had ever seen April, Maddie, Brenda and Julie looking so beautiful.

Suddenly the organist started to play the traditional wedding march. Sandra took her fathers arm and began her walk to the altar. As is the tradition, everyone stood as they entered the chapel. 

Sandra was beaming. I was so happy for her. The one thing that she had truly wanted on this day was to have her father escort her down the aisle. Her modest dream was coming true at this very moment.

I looked at her mother. Pat Monroe was every bit as happy as I was. 

I smiled as I watched Sandra and her mother. It was easy to see where Sandra had acquired her beauty. Pat Monroe was a very attractive woman.

Ed Monroe escorted his daughter to the altar. Sandra took my arm and her father sat down next to his wife. 

As we turned to face Father Romero, Sandra leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Jason just fucked me. His cum is running down my leg right now."

I looked at Jason. He winked at me. He knew exactly what Sandra had just told me.

I chuckled as Father Romero started the ceremony. This was now a cuckold wedding. While Sandra's maid of honor was locking my cock into my chastity cage, our best man was fucking my bride.

The ceremony was short. A soloist sang one song. Father Romero gave a very short sermon about learning to live together. When he was done it was time for the marriage vows. 

Father Romero nodded to Sandra. She turned to me. There was a huge smile on her face. "Stevie I vow to love and cherish you through good times and bad times, through sickness and health. I promise to treat you with kindness and compassion at all times and to be a loving guide to you throughout our lives. 

He nodded to me. I took a deep breath and smiled at Sandra. "Sandra I vow to love and cherish you through good times and bad times, through sickness and health. I promise to honor and obey you and remain faithful to you at all times and to be a loving servant to you throughout our lives. 

Father Romero looked at Sandra. "Do you Sandra Monroe take Steven Wagner to be your lawfully wedded husband?" 

Sandra beamed at me. "I do." 

Father Romero turned to me. "Do you Steven Wagner take Sandra Monroe to be your lawfully wedded wife?' 

I grinned at Sandra. "I do." 

Father Romero smiled at us. "I now pronounce you man and wife." He looked at me. "You may kiss your bride." 

I took Sandra in my arms and gave her a long passionate kiss. Everyone cheered.

There weren't a lot of spectators at the wedding, so it didn't take very long for everyone to go through the receiving line.

Several people asked why Jason was in a Black tuxedo. The explanation that we couldn't find a white one in his size seemed to satisfy everyone.

One person asked why Jason was standing on Sandra's side of the altar. Sandra just shrugged and said, "Jason is a close friend of both of us. We did it to symbolize that fact." 

Again everyone was satisfied. 

Sandra's mother asked about the wedding vows. Sandra just shook her head. "We each wrote them on our own. We agreed on the phrasing before hand, but the exact word choices were made individually. I thought that both of our vows were beautiful, didn't you?" 

Sandra's mother nodded, "Well they were certainly different, but yes dear I also thought that they were beautiful." 

As I listened to that exchange I thought to myself that Sandra was going to be a fabulous lawyer. 

Jason and Bobby started clapping their hands to get everyone's attention. When everyone was quiet and looking at him Jason gestured to me. "I would like to introduce my good friend, Mr. Steven Monroe." 

He turned and winked at me. Everyone laughed. They all thought that he was just teasing me. We both knew he wasn't. 

He continued. "My good friend Stevie has put together a magnificent reception in the Calvert Hotel Ballroom. The bar will open as soon as I get there." He laughed. "I intend to leave immediately and drive fast." 

Everyone started laughing again. Jason held up his hand. "A filet mignon dinner is being served at 7:30, so let's all hurry and get there. We have to try to drink as much of Stevie's booze as we can before the dinner is served." He laughed some more. "Don't worry folks the bars not going to close at dinner time. We're going to drink the rest of his booze after dinner." 

A mass migration started. Everyone was heading for the Calvert Hotel. 

I found Sandra. "Come on sweetheart, we have a party to go to." 

She took my hand. "Okay husband, let's go." 

I stopped and looked at Sandra. "I love hearing you call me that." I kissed her. "Baby you are a magnificent wife." 

Sandra laughed. "I'd better be, I'm married to a magnificent husband."



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 72



Note: This story is the seventy-second episode in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous seventy-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

As we walked into the ballroom of the Calvert Hotel I turned to Sandra and said, "Do you remember the last time we were here." 

Sandra grabbed my arm. "Stevie that was such a painful night. Roger was being so awful to me and when I saw you I just wanted to die. I had to sit with this man who was being so horrible while the man that I loved was sitting just three tables away." 

Sandra squeezed me. "Your wonderful, wonderful note was the only thing that saved me. You were so kind and understanding." She stopped me and stared into my eyes. As she looked at me she started to recite the contents of my note from memory: 

"Dear Sandra 

I once told you that my love for you is unconditional. I still mean that. Sandra I could never hate you. I will love you no matter what happens. Baby I will always love you. 

Whenever you start to feel bad please remember that as long as I am alive, there is one person in this world who loves you. 

I miss you to. 

I am glad you were able to visit your mother and father. In the time since you left me I have thought about this a lot. If I was in your place and was suddenly presented with the opportunity to get my parents back, I might very well do exactly what you did. My mom and dad are both dead so it could never happen, still it helps me to understand the dilemma you are facing. 

Sandra I truly do love you. I once said to you in one of our kinky little ceremonies that your pleasure was all that mattered. 

I meant what I said then and I still mean it now. Knowing that you are repairing your relationship with your father and mother makes the pain that I am going through much easier.

Sandra please do not feel guilty about what you did to me. I have spent many hours thinking about this. If I could magically be transported back to that night we met at the party at Ty Cummings house, I would do exactly the same thing again. I would even do it with the full knowledge that I could only have you for ten months.

Sandra you gave me the best ten months of my life. I will be eternally grateful for the time we spent together.

This fall I plan to leave the country. I have never been to Europe. I would like to see London, Paris and Rome. I plan to be gone for several years.

If I am gone I believe it will make it easier for you to make the transition to loving Roger. Sandra I want you to be happy. If you are going to marry Roger, you must learn to love him and it is absolutely essential that you forget about me. 

Love,

Stevie" 

Sandra sighed. "Stevie during the final weeks I was with Roger I constantly read and reread your note. It was my only escape from misery. As you can see I committed it to memory. Baby you loved me so much that you were willing to give me up so that I could be happy." 

Sandra threw her arms around my waist and hugged me. "Stevie I won't ever leave you again. I promise you that I'll stay with you forever. You have to promise me the same thing. You can't ever leave me. I don't think I could bear to live without you. I tried it one time, It was horrible." 

I put my arms around Sandra and squeezed her. "That's really easy for me. Sandra I promise to always stay with you. I won't ever leave you." 

Sandra held on to me. "You can't even die." 

I laughed. "How about if I promise to stay alive as long as I can." 

Sandra started to giggle while she hugged me. "I guess that will have to be okay."

Suddenly I had a funny thought. "Sandra we may owe Roger a huge debt." 

Sandra stepped back and looked at me. "What do you mean Stevie?" 

"If he hadn't been so mean to you, you might have tried to stay with him. We might never have gotten back together. We might never have met Brandy and Father Tom. You might never have been able to take the necessary steps to really heal the rift between you and your parents." 

"But Stevie he was so awful." 

"I know sweetheart. It was a really hard time for both of us, but look how strong our love has become because of it." I paused. "What's the Nietzsche quote that all of the comic books like to cite? 'That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger.'" I smiled at Sandra, "We survived Roger and look at how strong we are now." 

I took Sandra in my arms and gave her a long passionate kiss. "Its time for us to go to a party." I winked at her. "It's also time for you to find a couple of guys and slip away for a little while. Unless you're holding something back from me you've only been fucked one time so far during our wedding and that had to be a quickie." I leaned over and whispered into her ear. "I understand that Jason and some of the guys from Baxter's have rented a suite upstairs to use as a fuck room tonight. I think you'd better check it out." 

Sandra leaned over to me and whispered into my ear. "The rumor going around is that you rented it for them." 

I shrugged. "A good cuckold groom has to provide a little playground for his bride and her friends doesn't he? I still think you'd better check it out." 

Sandra giggled. "Sissyboy I intend to do exactly that at my first opportunity."

Everyone cheered as we walked into the reception. We quickly found our places at the head table. We were sitting with Julie, Ricky, Sandra's mom and dad and Jason. Sandra sat between Jason and me. 

As soon as we were seated, Sandra's mother turned to Sandra. "Sweetheart, the cake is creating a bit of a controversy." 

Sandra looked at her mother with a very innocent smile. "I don't know why it should?" 

Pat Monroe raised her eyebrows. "Honey have you seen it?" 

Sandra nodded. "Mom I designed it." 

I looked at Jason. "I think I have to go and take a look at this." 

He laughed. "I'll go with you." 

Sandra's mother stood up. "I'm going to." 

All of us got up and walked over to look at the cake. This mass movement from the head table drew a lot of attention. The entire room grew silent as everyone watched us. 

When we got there I started laughing. On the top of the cake there were three wedding figures, a bride and two men. One of the men was much taller than the bride and was wearing a black tuxedo. This man and the bride were holding hands. The other man was wearing a white tuxedo. He was on his knees behind the bride. From my perspective it looked like the figure in the white tuxedo was about to kiss the bride's ass." 

Sandra looked at her mother. "I don't see the problem. I'm the bride. The man in the white tuxedo is Stevie on his knees proposing to me. The man in the black tuxedo is Jason. We're holding hands to symbolize our friendship. Jason actually was with Stevie and me when Stevie proposed. Mother this is just the recreation of Stevie's proposal to me. The only inaccuracy is that we're wearing wedding clothes and Jason and I are holding hands. That's just for symbolism. Mother, I really do think that it makes a very nice wedding cake." 

Pat Monroe gave Sandra a peck on the cheek. "I see sweetheart." She smiled. "I must say that you have been very creative with this wedding." 

"Thanks mom; Brenda, April, Maddie and Julie helped a lot." 

I turned to everyone. "As long as we're up why don't I get us a round of drinks." 

Sandra smiled at me. "What a good idea Stevie. I'll have a martini." 

Sandra's mother's eyes lit up. "I love martini's." She hesitated. "Maybe I'd better not, sometimes they make me a little silly." 

Sandra hugged her mother. "Who cares mom, it's your daughters wedding reception. You have every right to get a little silly." 

Pat Monroe thought for a moment and grinned at me. "Why not. Okay Stevie, I'd love a martini."

I turned for the bar. 

Jason tapped my shoulder. "I'll join you Stevie." 

Ricky followed us. "I'm coming to." 

Jason shook his head as we walked to the bar. "Sandra's pretty quick on her feet." 

I nodded. "Yes she's one smooth talker."

The dinner was excellent. We had the same menu we had for Julie's wedding. Everyone had their choice of a filet mignon or a grilled salmon steak. 

As we ate I looked around at some of the guests. Our friends were of course all seated at the table right next to us. During the cocktail hour Sandra, Julie and Pat traded places with Bobby, Mark and Jamal so that they could sit with Brenda, Maddie and April and drink and gab. Jason, Ricky and I kept making trips to the bar for them. By the time dinner was served, they were a very jovial group of women. 

There were two tables made up of people I worked with. All three partners were here and I happily noted that the entire group was making full use of the open bar. 

There was a table of our favorite Baxter's men. I smiled to myself, they hadn't brought their wives. I suspected that once dinner was over they would be taking turns escorting our wives to the upstairs suite. 

Just beyond the Baxter's men, there was a table of Sandra's friends from law school. There were several guys at the table. As I looked at them I wondered how many of them had slept with Sandra. I suspected that I knew the answer, all of them. 

After dinner a Disc jockey set up his equipment so that the dancing could start. When the music began to play everyone looked at Sandra and me and started clapping in rhythm to the music. I stood up, turned to my bride and offered her my hand. "My dear shall we dance." 

Sandra took my hand and stood up. "By all means kind sir." 

Everyone cheered as we walked out on the floor and started to dance. 

Ricky and Julie, Jamal and Maddie, Brenda and Bobby, April and Mark and Sandra's parents all quickly joined us. Soon others followed and the dance floor was full. 

When the first number ended Jason came over to Sandra and me and asked, "May I cut in?' 

I smiled at him. "Of course." 

The Baxter's men quickly followed Jason's lead and started to dance with Brenda, April and Julie. 

Bobby, Ricky, Mark and I all sat back down at our table and watched the festivities. 

After the second song April and Michael, I am sure you remember him from our parties, came over to Mark. They were holding hands. April leaned over and whispered into Mark's ear. Mark smiled at her and stood up. Michael led April out of the Ballroom with her husband following at a respectful distance. 

As they were leaving Tony cut in on Jason and started to dance with Sandra. 

Jason came over and sat down next to us. As soon as he was seated I leaned over to him and said, "I think the recreational suite is getting its first players."

Jason grinned at me. "I think you and I should walk upstairs and check out this suite that you rented." 

I looked at him. "April and Michael are going to be in there." 

Jason laughed. "I don't think that matters. We can still check out the suite. I suspect that the room is going to be in steady use for the rest of the evening. This maybe our best chance to actually take a look at it." 

"Do you think April and Michael will mind if we walk in there while they're using the room?" 

Jason shook his head. "Good buddy you're the smartest man I know, but sometimes you sure can be naive. How many times in the past six months have you seen April and Michael fucking? I don't necessarily mean with each other, I mean just fucking." He paused. "Stevie neither one of them is particularly shy." 

I laughed. "Sorry Jas, I guess I got confused for a minute. Let's go upstairs." 

We took the elevator to the fourth floor. The suite was number 417. We got off the elevator and walked down the hall. 

When I arranged for the room I had four pass cards made. I kept one of them. Jason had one, Brenda had one and Sandra had one. April was using Sandra's. 

When we got to 417 I opened the door and Jason and I went in.

The suite was two rooms. Jason and I were standing in a spacious sitting area furnished with a couch and two overstuffed chairs. An open double door led into a large bedroom with two queen size beds. 

April and Michael were sitting on one of the beds. Mark was submissively kneeling on the floor next to the bed. He was wearing only his white lace panties.

April was in her lingerie. She was undressing Michael. We watched as she took his shirt off and pulled his trousers down.

While she was freeing Michael's massive cock April noticed Jason and me. She smiled at both of us. "Jason you're welcome to sit in the chair over there and watch. Sissyboy you may be the groom at this wedding, but you're still a cuck and in this hotel room you're going to have to get down on your knees if you want to stay and watch."

April was making it clear that in this room the game was on. Jason immediately slipped into his role as a stud. 

As soon as he sat down in his chair he turned to me. "Speedy, you heard Mistress April. You'd better get down on your knees."

I followed the rules of our game and quickly obeyed my superiors.

April nodded and turned her attention back to Michael. He sighed as she leaned over and licked the stiff shaft of his massive erection. After a moment she parted her lips and put the huge head of his cock into her mouth and started sucking him.

Michael winked at Mark and lay back on the bed while April gave him what all our wives call a long slow sloppy blow job.

He spent several minutes enjoying April's efforts and then sat up and pulled her up next to him. He fluffed up two pillows for her and said, "Lie back and relax."

April lay back on the pillows, spread her legs and smiled when Michael began massaging her panty covered pussy. After a moment he pulled the crotch of her thong aside and slipped two fingers into her moist cunt. 

While he was fondling April, Michael turned to Mark and grinned at him. "Tiny you don't mind if I play with your wife's pussy do you?"

Mark bit his lower lip, shook his head and said, "No sir."

Michael understood our games very well. He always made an effort to include us when he played with our wives.

April looked up her lover. "Baby I want you to fuck me." 

Michael smirked as he removed April's brassiere and panties and tossed them to Mark. "Wimpboy, hold your wife's underwear for me."

Jason and I looked at each other and smiled. Michael was doing a very creative job of taunting Mark. This scene was a submissive cuckold's wet dream.

As soon as she was undressed, April lay on her side, grabbed Michaels erection and stared at her husband. "Tiny look at Michael's big dick. It's going to feel so good to have a real man's cock inside me." 

April raised her leg and offered Michael free access to her cunt. She sighed when he gently rubbed the head of his erect penis between the lips of her slippery pussy. 

April gasped and bit her lower lip as Michael slowly pushed his thick erection into her cunt. Once she'd taken his entire length he lay still for a moment and then he started a leisurely in and out motion. 

April stared into her husbands eyes while her lover fondled her small breasts and fucked her with a slow relaxed rhythm. She easily fell into tempo with Michael and nimbly rotated her hips in harmony with his long smooth thrusts. 

Suddenly Michael rolled April onto her back and increased the intensity of his efforts. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and started bucking her hips as Michael aggressively pumped his cock in and out of her steaming cunt.

I watched the two of them in awe. I'd heard from Jamal that April had at one time been both a very talented basketball player and a professional dancer. Now as I watched her make love to Michael I had to believe that those stories were true. There was a grace and flow to her movement that suggested an incredible ability to control her body.

As Michael and April continued fucking their lust gradually overcame them. They lost all sense of decorum and turned into two savage animals fighting to satisfy their own carnal desires. 

A few moments earlier April was staring at her husband. Now her eyes were closed. She was no longer concerned with anything but her own physical gratification. Suddenly an orgasm exploded inside her. She screamed in ecstasy as spasms of pleasure ripped through her body. 

Michael ignored her screams and continued fucking her. He was focused on his own satisfaction. 

When April's tremors started to subside, Michael pulled his cock out of her cunt and stood up. April got on her knees. Michael pointed his engorged penis at her mouth and stroked himself. It only took three quick strokes before the first spurt of semen burst from the tiny mouth at the tip of his cock. Michael continued stroking himself as he pumped spurt after spurt of thick white cum onto April's mouth and nose. 

Gradually the spurts subsided to a dribble. Michael sat down and April lay back on the bed. 

Michael extended his hand to Mark. "Tiny come up here." He winked at him. "You have a mess to clean up." He gently pulled Mark up onto the bed. 

April grabbed her husband's arm and pulled him down on the bed next to her. "Honey I want you to lick up all of Michael's semen." 

Jason stood up and grabbed me. "Come on buddy, I think it's time for us to leave."

As Jason and I walked to the hotel room door, Mark was licking Michael's cum off of his wife's face."

Jason and I got on the elevator. As we rode down I said, "April appears to be very good at fucking."

Jason smiled. "Yes, she certainly is."

"Among our wives is she the best?"

Jason thought for a moment. "You understand that this is dangerous territory for both of us."

"I understand, I'll treat this conversation like it was a state secret. "

He nodded. "When it comes to fucking, April is probably the best of your wives . She is certainly the most athletic. Maddie is a close second because she's so aggressive."

I chuckled. "I don't think I'll ever be given the opportunity to find that out first hand."

Jason laughed. "I think we can bet on that." 

He smiled at me. "Julie and your wife give the best blow jobs. You do have first hand knowledge of that." 

I grinned at him. "Yes, I do. They really are talented aren't they."

"They're the best I've ever had."

We arrived at the first floor. When the elevator doors opened we met Brenda, Tony and Bobby. They got on the elevator as we got off. 

As the elevator doors started to close I waved at them and said, "Have fun." 

Jason and I walked back into the ballroom. The party was in full swing. I looked around. Sandra was dancing with Jonathon Wright. Jonathon was one of the three partners in the firm. As I watched them dance I realized that Sandra was flirting with Jonathon. Jonathon was a very handsome man in his late 50's. I was suddenly very aware of Sandra's fondness for older men. 

I sat down at our table. Jonathon was a tall man. When the song ended Sandra stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips. The kiss lasted just a little bit longer than it should have. After they were done kissing Sandra whispered something into Jonathon's ear. He smiled at her and nodded. It appeared as though they had just agreed on something. 

Sandra turned and looked at the table. When she saw me she smiled and walked towards me. I stood up and went to meet her. 

"Hi baby, I missed you. Where did you disappear to?" 

"Jason and I took a look at the upstairs suite." 

"Was April up there?" 

"Yes." 

"So my two boys were a couple of voyeurs." 

I laughed. "Jason made me do it." 

Sandra punched my shoulder. "Come dance with me pervert boy." 

I offered Sandra my arm. "My lady, it would be an honor to dance with you." 




Sandra and Stevie Ch. 72



Sandra took my arm and we walked out to the dance floor. As we started dancing I said, "You were dancing with Jonathon Wright." 

Sandra stopped for a moment. "He knows Stevie." 

"What do you mean?" 

"He asked me to dance. While we were dancing he told me that he really liked our marriage vows. I politely thanked him. He said that he liked the cake to. I was trying to be coy. I thanked him again. Finally he told me that the rumor around the office was that I slept around and you didn't care." 

I looked at Sandra. "What did you say?" 

"Baby I told him it was true." 

I stared at her for a moment. "Sweetheart, how could you do that?" 

Sandra smiled at me. "Sissyboy, you know about my fondness for older men. Jonathon is a really hot guy." She laughed. "Baby you are my cuckold husband. You'd better get used to the fact that I am going to cuckold you with any guy I please." 

"Sandra, what about my job?" 

"Honey they'll accept you no matter what happens. You make way too much money for them." She shook her head. "The fact is you really don't need them anymore. I know that you and Bobby and Mark are planning to go into business for yourselves.

I shrugged. "That may be right, but I'll still be humiliated at work." 

Sandra giggled. "Oh I hope so." 

I took a deep breath. I was starting to get excited about this. "Are you going to go out with Jonathon?" 

"Yes, we have a date for this coming Wednesday evening." She smiled at me. "That way you'll have to face him the next morning at your Thursday meeting." Sandra took me in her arms and whispered into my ear. "Your humiliation is going to be exquisite. I'll bet that if you weren't wearing your cock cage right now, your little clitty would be sticking straight out." 

I smiled at my wife. "I hate to admit it, but you're absolutely right." 

Sandra laughed and grabbed my hand. "Come on sweetheart, let's go sit down." 

As we walked over to our table I noticed that April and Mark were back. April was sitting on Mark's lap. She might have just let another man fuck her, but she loved her husband. 

As Sandra and I sat down, Jamal came over. "Stevie I haven't had a chance to kiss your bride tonight. Would you mind if I escorted her up to the suite and took care of that little detail." 

Sandra laughed. "What are you asking him for? He hasn't got anything to say about it." Sandra stood up. "Come on baby let's go play." She turned to me. "I guess I'll see you a little later."

It's a very interesting feeling to watch your new bride leave the wedding reception with another man so they can go to a hotel room upstairs and fuck.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 73



Note: This story is the seventy-third episode in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous seventy-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

For the next half hour I sat at the table and chatted with people who came over to congratulate me. Jason and Ricky sat with me. Julie and Brenda were missing, so were several of the guys from the Baxter's table. I was pretty certain that suite 417 was now the site of a full blown orgy. 

Sandra's mom and dad were spending most of their time on the dance floor. They obviously loved to dance. 

April, Mark and Maddie were talking quietly at their table. As I watched them, I heard Maddie's cell phone ring. She picked it up. As she talked she looked over at Jason and smiled. The conversation only lasted a few seconds. Maddie put her phone back into her purse, stood up and walked over to our table. She put her hands on Jason's shoulder and said, "Jamal's done, she wants you to come up." 

Jason stood up and grinned at me. "Got to leave you buddy, your bride is asking for me." 

I smiled at Jason. "Show her a good time." 

He laughed. "Oh I plan to Stevie. Your wife is about to get my very best effort." 

As Jason turned to leave I grabbed his hand. "Jason tell Sandra that you have to be the last guy. It's getting late. People are going to be starting to leave. She needs to be down here to say goodbye to our guests." 

Jason nodded. "I understand Stevie. I won't waste any time and I'll make sure she comes back down here with me when were done." 

"Thanks Jason." 

As Jason walked away Sandra's mom and dad returned. As they approached the table they looked around. After a moment Pat asked, "Where's Sandra?" 

I laughed. "I'm pretty sure that Julie, Brenda and Jamal kidnapped her." 

Pat nodded. "That does seem to be a game that people play at weddings these days." She paused. "I do hope that she won't be gone too long. Ed is starting to get tired. We need to think about calling it a night and going upstairs to our room." 

I smiled at them. "You two have been working out on the dance floor nonstop for the last two hours. Why don't you sit down and take a break. I'll go over to the bar and get each of us a shot of brandy. We can sit here and sip our brandy and wait for Sandra to get back." 

Pat looked at her husband. "Is that okay with you Ed? " 

Ed nodded. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." 

Ricky and I went to the bar for the brandies. As we were walking to the bar I turned to Ricky. "Do me a favor, find a house phone and call room 417. Make sure a message gets passed around that Sandra was kidnapped by Brenda, Julie and Jamal." 

Ricky smiled at me. "I'll take care of it Stevie." 

I want all of you to know that entertaining the parents of your newlywed wife while she's upstairs fucking other men is a relatively stressful activity. 

I got the drinks and brought them back to the table. Maddie and April, bless their souls, were engaged in a conversation with Pat. Mark was chatting with Ed.

As I set the drinks on the table Maddie looked at me. "I understand that my Jamal has involved himself in the kidnapping of your bride."

I chuckled. "Maddie I do believe that the report is correct."

She shook her head. "Just wait until I get a hold of him."

Pat patted Maddie on the arm. "Oh now don't worry, it's just a little childish fun. It's not like they're out there having sex."

As I set the drinks down, Maddie looked at me. "Stevie those look really good. What's the chance that you might get some more for the rest of us?" 

I kissed Maddie on the cheek. "Maddie tell me what you want and I'll search the western hemisphere until I find it for you." 

She laughed. "Stevie, you must not love me." 

I looked at her and asked, "Why?" 

"If you really loved me you'd search both hemispheres." 

I shook my head. "Maddie my dear, Jamal has a very difficult life in front of him." 

Pat Monroe started laughing. "The way that you people carry on it's obvious that you're very good friends." 

I nodded. "Pat, Sandra and I are very lucky, we have some wonderful friends." 

Sandra's mother nodded . "Yes you are." She smiled at Maddie and April. "Friends like these are very hard to find."

"I know, both Sandra and I are very aware of just how lucky we are." I laughed. "I just promised one of these good friends a drink so everyone please excuse me while I go back to the bar for some more brandies." I winked at Maddie. "It's fortunate for you that the bar's in the western hemisphere." 

Maddie laughed. "Stevie you're pressing your luck." 

I nodded in agreement. "I think I'd better go find those drinks." 

Ricky rejoined me as I was walking to the bar. "Mission accomplished Stevie." 

"Thanks Ricky, this is becoming a difficult balancing act." 

Ricky tapped me on the shoulder and pointed. "We'd better get a couple extra brandies." 

I looked, Jamal, Brenda and Bobby were walking into the ballroom. 

Ricky and I got an entire tray full of brandies and carried them back to the table. When we got there Brenda, Bobby and Jamal were already seated. 

As Ricky and I passed out the drinks I looked at Brenda and asked, "Okay what have you guys done with my wife?" 

Brenda laughed. "It was all Julie's fault. She was the mastermind behind the kidnapping." 

Ricky nodded. "That's my girl." 

I smiled at Brenda. "Okay, so where are Julie and Sandra right now?"

Now all of you are aware of the fact that I knew perfectly well where Sandra was at that moment. She was upstairs fucking Jason Mathews. I was just trying to maintain a credible cover story for Sandra's parents.

Brenda shrugged. "I am not really sure. She and Julie wandered off. I think that they probably went to the ladies room to freshen up." She paused and winked at me. "Or maybe they ran off with a couple of hot guys."

Pat Monroe laughed. "Brenda you're so funny."

We all sat at the table and talked. After a few minutes I looked up and saw Sandra, Julie, Jason and David from Baxter's walk into the ballroom. 

I turned to Pat and Ed. "There's your daughter now." 

I stood up and walked over to greet her. When Sandra saw me approaching her she grinned, ran up to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. As she kissed me she said, "Hi baby, I missed you." 

I hugged her and laughed. "I'll bet you didn't miss me too much while you were sucking Jason's great big cock." 

Sandra leered at me. "Oh yes I did. I would have loved to have been sitting on your face while I sucked his great big dick." 

I took a deep breath. "I think that one evening next week we're going to have to invite Jason over for dinner. After dinner I would love to revisit that little fantasy." 

Sandra giggled and whispered into my ear. "Does it get you hot to think about licking your wife's asshole while she sucks another man's dick?" 

I kissed Sandra's cheek. "If I wasn't wearing my cock cage right now, my little clittie would be sticking straight up." 

Sandra winked at me. "Baby let's go visit with our guests. Maybe we can encourage them to go home. I'm kind of excited to get upstairs to the bridal suite we rented. I want to get that cage off of your little cocklet. It's time for you and me to start playing some fun wedding night games."

Sandra took my hand and led me to the table. As we walked she whispered to me, "Jamal and Jason left a huge mess in my pussy. When we get upstairs you have some serious cleaning to do."

I patted Sandra's butt. "I'm just the man for the job."

Sandra and I sat down at our table. For the next hour we said goodbye to our guests as they left to go home.

At 11:00 Sandra's mom and dad stood up. Pat looked at Sandra. "Honey we're worn out. It was a wonderful evening. Your dad and I are going up to our room. It's time for us to go to bed." 

I stood up. "Pat, Ed it was wonderful to have you here tonight."

Ed put his hand on my shoulder. "Stevie can I talk to you alone for a moment?"

"Sure Ed."

We walked over to a quiet corner of the ballroom. Ed stared at me. "Stevie I'm sorry, we badly misjudged you. You are obviously a wonderful husband for my daughter." He shook his head. "I'm so glad that Sandra ended up marrying you rather than that other guy." 

I smiled at Sandra's dad. "So am I Ed." 

He laughed. "Yes I imagine you are Stevie." He got a serious look on his face. "Stevie listen to me for a minute." 

I looked at him. 

"I'm really proud to have you as a son-in- law." 

I reached out and shook Ed's hand. "Thank you that means a lot to me." 

Ed patted me on the back. "We'll see you tomorrow right?" 

"Yeah you will, 12:00 at the house." 

He turned and waved to his wife. "Pat it's bed time for us old folks." 

Pat walked over to me and kissed me on my cheek. "Goodnight Stevie. It was a wonderful wedding. My daughter is really lucky to have found you." She paused. "Stevie I also want to thank you for bringing us back together." Pat put her arms around me and gave me a hug. "You gave us back our daughter. I'll love you forever for doing that." 

I hugged Pat. We didn't say anything. We didn't have to. 

The rest or the guests left quickly. By 11:30 the only people left were Jason, Brenda, Bobby, Ricky, Julie, Maddie, Jamal, April, Mark and several of the guys from Baxter's. 

I had just finished saying goodbye to several friends from my office when Ricky and Jason walked over to me. Ricky grabbed my arm. "Stevie some of us are going to go up to 417 to have a little party. Why don't you and Sandra join us." 

I walked over to Sandra. She was talking to Brenda. I put my arm around her waist and said, "Our friends are going up to 417 to have a little party, should we join them?" 

Sandra turned to me. "No sweetheart. We have lots of nights to party with our friends. I want to spend the rest of tonight alone with you." She paused and looked at me. "Is that okay with you baby?" 

I hugged Sandra. "Tonight I can't imagine anything I'd like better." 

Sandra kissed my cheek. "Honey, I want to talk to Brenda for a minute; then let's go up to the bridal suite." 

I turned back to Jason, Ricky and Jamal. "Ricky I want you to be the host in 417. Make it a lavish affair. Spend some money. Use room service. Order some champagne. Get some expensive scotch and maybe some cognac. Order lots of food. Please do not worry about the cost. I want everyone to remember tonight. If people are too drunk to drive at the end of tonight, get some more rooms. 

Ricky nodded to me. "I understand Stevie. I'll make sure it's a party that none of us will ever forget." 

I looked at Jamal and Jason. "I want everyone to have fun." I put my arm around Ricky. "Jason, Ricky is shy; make sure that when the guys are fucking Julie they cum on her feet."

Jason put his arm around Ricky's shoulder. "Buddy I am going to make it my number one priority to see that you have one hell of a night.

Jamal patted Ricky on the back. "Footboy I'm personally going to make sure that you lick my semen off the feet of every woman in the room."

I turned to Sandra. "Baby how soon are you ready to go upstairs?"

Sandra grabbed my arm. "I'm ready now Stevie."

We said good night to everyone and left the ballroom.



Sandra and Stevie Ch. 74



Note: This story is the seventy-fourth episode in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous seventy-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.

*

The bridal suite was on the fifteenth floor of the hotel. When we got to the room I opened the door. This suite was basically the same layout as room 417, it was just a little bit more lavishly decorated.

There was an outer sitting room with a couch and two large chairs. Our overnight bags were sitting next to the couch. Bobby brought them up here for us before the reception. At the far end of the sitting room a double door led to an ornate bedroom that featured a king size bed. 

When I opened the door, Sandra stepped in, surveyed the room and grinned at me. "Oh yes, this will do very nicely." She grabbed my hand. "Come on Stevie, let's go into the bedroom." 

Sandra dragged me into the plush boudoir. Once we were in there she kissed me and said, "Sweetheart, take my wedding dress off." 

I unzipped the back of Sandra's wedding dress and held it for her as she stepped out of it. I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"What happened to your panties?"

Sandra giggled. "I lost those when Jason fucked me just before the ceremony. I think they're lying on a potting bench in the conservatory."

I was laughing to myself as I took her wedding dress into the sitting room and laid it across the couch.

When I walked back into the bedroom Sandra was in the bathroom. The door was wide open. She was sitting on the toilet peeing.

"Do you remember the first time I saw you doing that?"

Sandra giggled. "Of course I do. It was the night we met. We were at your apartment."

"Do you have any idea how disconcerted that made me?"

She giggled. "That was the idea baby doll." Sandra pulled several squares of tissue from the roll. "Come wipe my pussy."

As I dabbed off the lips of Sandra's pussy she winked at me. "Think how disconcerted you would have been that night if I'd made you do that."

She stood up. I shook my head as I dropped the tissue into the bowl and flushed the toilet. "I would have died on the spot."

Sandra gave me a peck on the cheek. "It's a good thing I didn't do it. I like having you around. Come on sweetheart let's get your clothes off." 

I took my tuxedo jacket off and laid it next to Sandra's wedding dress in the sitting room. When I stepped back into the bedroom Sandra met me, took my tie off and started to unbutton my shirt.

"Are you going to undress me tonight?"

Sandra nodded. "Yes I am."

When she took my trousers off she looked at my white lace panties and giggled. "I didn't know about these. They must be Julie's work."

"Yes, she had a pair for each of us. She had us put them on when they locked us into our cock cages at the conservatory." 

Sandra started laughing. "Julie certainly can be a busy girl can't she." 

I nodded. "It's the reason we both love her so much." 

Sandra smiled. "It's certainly one of the reasons." 

I took my underwear and socks off while Sandra went to her purse and got the key for my cock cage. When she found the key she went into the bathroom and got a warm damp wash cloth, a bar of soap and a towel. 

She brought everything into the bedroom, laid it on the bed, sat down and patted the spot next to her. "Come lie down Stevie." 

As soon as I was lying on the bed Sandra unlocked my chastity cage and set it on the night stand. She put a small amount of soap on one end of the damp cloth and started to clean my cock and balls. I got an erection while she was cleaning me. 

Sandra giggled. "Look at Mr. Fun, he's decided to stand up for me." She put two fingers right under the head of my penis and squeezed me. I took a deep breath. Sandra smiled. "That feels good doesn't it sweetheart. Jason taught me to do it." She laughed. "I have to use more than the tips of my fingers when I do it for him."

Sandra put the washcloth and towel on the floor next to the bed and turned to me. "Take my lingerie off Stevie. I want to be naked tonight." 

As soon as I took the rest of Sandra's clothes off she spread her legs, looked down at her pussy and shook her head. "Look at my cunt. Jamal and Jason really stretched it out when they fucked me this evening. I don't think its going to be too much fun for you tonight. I am afraid your little thing will just get lost in there if you try to fuck me." 

I looked at Sandra's cunt. It was stretched out. Her pussy lips were raw and swollen. The insides of her thighs were caked with dried semen. 

She lay back on the bed. "Stevie go down on me. As you can see, Jamal and Jason left a real mess. Be a good husband, clean me up with your tongue."

Sandra spread her legs wider. I lay on my stomach and positioned myself between her thighs. I looked up at her. She was smiling. I pressed my lips against her cunt. Sandra winced. She was a little tender. It was easy to understand why. Jamal and Jason have very big cocks and they can both last for a long time. 

I changed my approach and gently kissed the lips of her pussy. As I kissed her Sandra relaxed and cooed. "Stevie that feel so nice." 

I continued kissing her, I noticed that she was getting moist. This meant that she was starting to get aroused. I applied a little more pressure with my kisses. At the same time, I gently probed her with the tip of my tongue. Sandra sighed as she felt my touch. I was still trying to be very gentle. I was using my tongue to both soothe her and stimulate her at the same time. 

Sandra closed her eyes and started taking long slow breaths, so I responded by licking her cunt. I worked slowly. With each pass my tongue worked its way from the base of her pussy to her clitoris. When I reached her clit I would give her a gentle kiss and go back to the base of her cunt and start over again. 

Each time I returned to the base of her cunt I let my tongue linger there a little longer. While I was there I teased Sandra by licking the area between her pussy and her asshole.

When Sandra realized what I was doing she started to giggle. "Stevie do you remember the first time you did that to me?" 

I stopped licking her and looked up. I grinned and said, "Yes very well." 

Sandra sighed. "I'll never forget it. It was the morning after our first night together. You were licking my pussy from the bottom to the top just like you are now. Every time your tongue moved back to the base of my cunt you moved a little closer to my asshole." She shook her head. "I'd slept with a lot of guys but none of them had ever licked me there. As you were eating me I realized that I really wanted to feel your tongue in my ass." Sandra giggled. "You kept coming closer and closer, but you wouldn't actually do it. I was going crazy. I can't remember ever being as turned on as I was at that moment. You were driving me mad." 

I laughed. "You pulled your knees up and pushed your hips forward so that your asshole was right in front of me and said, 'Go ahead, do it, you know you want to. I want you to do it.' That was all the encouragement I needed. I pushed my tongue into you and tasted your asshole for the very first time. As soon as I did it I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life licking your ass." 

Sandra sat up and looked at me. "Really? Stevie you never told me that last part." She laughed. "It's kind of kinky, but incredibly romantic." 

Sandra pulled me up to her and kissed me on my lips. "Baby I love you so much." 

Sandra and I hugged each other for several minutes. Finally she started giggling and pushed me away. "Okay enough romance. You just got me really worked up." She pushed me back down between her legs. "Get back to work Sissyboy, you have some serious ass licking to do."

I really don't know how long I kissed my wife's pussy and ass. I lost track of the time. I was enjoying myself, so was Sandra. I brought her to two orgasms while I was eating her. 

When she recovered from her second orgasm she pulled me up so that I was lying next to her. Sandra looked at me with that wonderful smile she has and said, "Stevie I want you to fuck me." 

I started to climb on top of her. Sandra reached out and stopped me. "Not that way Stevie, tonight I want you to fuck my ass." 

I stopped and stared at her. I wasn't sure what to do or say. This was something that Sandra had always reserved for her studs. This was a pleasure that I was never allowed. One of Sandra's favorite taunts was: Men get to fuck my ass, wimps like you have to lick my ass.

We didn't even do this on that wild night when Sandra came back to me after being with Roger. I do think that was probably more of an oversight than a deliberate denial. That night Sandra was so focused on feeling my cock in her cunt that neither of us even considered the idea of fucking her ass. If we had, we probably would have done it. Nevertheless, we didn't do it.

Sandra could see my confusion. We both sat up. 

She smiled at me. "Stevie I want to do this for two reasons. First of all, tonight it will be more fun for both of us if you fuck me in my ass rather than my pussy. Remember what I told you when you fucked me in my cunt this morning? I said I wanted you to be the first one to fuck me today. I wanted to enjoy you and have you enjoy me while I was still nice and tight." 

Sandra picked up my hand and held it. "Since then I've been fucked by two really big cocks. I'm not going to be tight again for a day or two. Stevie I won't be able to feel you if you try to fuck my pussy right now." She leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Baby nobody has fucked my ass in weeks. I'm nice and tight there. I'll be able to feel you and you'll really enjoy it." 

Sandra paused. "Stevie that's reason enough for us to do it, but there's a more important reason for me. Honey other men have fucked my ass, but you haven't. You're the man I love. I don't like the idea that other men have enjoyed my body in a way that you haven't. This is very important to me." 

Sandra stared at me. "Stevie I know that denial games are an important part of our sex life. I enjoy them every bit as much as you do. We can still play them. I'll still taunt you by saying men get to fuck my ass, wimps like you have to lick my ass." She kissed my cheek. 'But honey I want you to always know that you've had me in every way that my stud lovers get to have me."

Sandra got very quiet. "There is one more reason. It may sound silly to you but it really bothers me. It might be the most important reason of all." 

I looked at Sandra. "What is it baby?" 

"Roger has fucked me in my ass many times. You never have. That knowledge is unbearable for me." 

I took Sandra in my arms and kissed her. As we kissed I gently rolled her over onto her stomach. 

She looked back a me. "Lick me again, get me nice and wet." She giggled. "My studs would use some lotion, but you and I have a better way to get me nice and moist back there." 

I went down on Sandra and licked her again. When she was nice and wet I pulled myself up until I was lying on top of her. 

Sandra sighed as she felt me press the tip of my cock against her asshole. 

"Baby it's not like fucking my pussy, you have to push hard for a moment before it'll go in. Don't worry, you won't hurt me. Remember Jason has fucked me back there."

I pushed harder, suddenly my little cocklet popped into Sandra's ass. 

She started to giggle again. "Baby that feels so good." 

I started to fuck her. I moved slowly at first. Sandra was right, it really did feel wonderful. 

Sandra kept giggling. "Stevie your little cock is perfect for fucking my ass. I could become addicted to doing this." She laughed. "Stevie I think I might just become your ass whore." 

While I fucked her Sandra reached back and began masturbating her pussy. 

It wasn't long before she started to get excited. "Stevie pull on my nipples while you fuck my ass."

I reached around and rolled Sandra's nipples back and forth in my finger tips.

"Oh baby yes, that feels so good. Pull on them Stevie, pinch my nipples while you fuck me in my ass." 

I twisted Sandra's nipples. She squealed with pleasure. I started fucking her faster. Sandra started panting. I tried to fuck her even faster. There was nothing rhythmical about what we were doing. It was just frenzied lust. 

Sandra started screaming. She was having an orgasm. I let myself go. I felt the tension build in my body. Suddenly I felt that wonderful sensation of pleasure as I started to ejaculate into Sandra's asshole.

When I was done cumming we both collapsed on the bed. For several minutes I lay still on top of Sandra. When my softening cock finally slipped out of her ass, she rolled me onto my side and grinned at me. "Stevie that was wonderful."

I kissed her. "Yes it was."

Sandra started giggling again. Suddenly she rolled me on my back, got on top of me and pinned me to the bed. "You made a mess Sissyboy. You're going to have to clean it up."

Sandra turned around so that she was facing my feet. She straddled my head, pushed her legs out in front of her and sat down with her full weight on my face. Her cum filled asshole was directly over my mouth. 

I put my hands on the cheeks of her ass and lifted her up just a little. I took a breath, let her down again, pushed my tongue into her and started to lick my semen out her asshole. 

For the next half hour Sandra rocked back and forth on my face so that I was alternately licking her ass and then her cunt and then her ass again. She had either two or three orgasms while she was doing this. It was hard to be positive about the number. We were both so excited that it was difficult to keep track. 

After her last orgasm Sandra rolled off of me and lay quietly next to me. After a moment she whispered into my ear, "Would my stud husband like a blow job before we go to sleep?" 

I grinned at her. "Only a fool would pass up a blow job from Sandra Monroe." 

Sandra giggled. "I didn't marry a fool did I." 

I shook my head. "No you certainly did not." 

I lay on my back and closed my eyes while Sandra sucked my cock. It didn't take her long to make me cum. I wasn't trying to last a long time. We were both tired. Sandra was just giving me one last orgasm before we ended our lovemaking and went to sleep. 

When we were done Sandra snuggled up next to me. I pulled the covers up over us. Sandra fell asleep immediately. It had been a very long day. My sweet wife was tired.

I lay awake for a long time after Sandra fell asleep. I guess I didn't really want the day to end. 

As I lay in bed I thought back to that wonderful evening when I went to the party at Ty Cummings house. It was over a year ago now. I was tired that night; I almost didn't go. 

I'm so glad that I did go. If I hadn't, I never would have seen that beautiful dishwater blonde standing on Ty's patio.

I'll always remember her first words to me. "You're kind of shy aren't you." I think that was the moment I fell in love with Sandra Monroe.

This is the end of my story. Wonderful things have happened to me in the past year. I made a fortune and met a group of people who became very close friends 

Most people would consider either of those occurrences to be the high point of their lives. For me, neither of them even come close. The high point of my life will always be meeting Sandra. 

When I went to Ty Cummings house that night, I wasn't looking for a girlfriend. It was a Friday night, I just wanted to have a glass of wine with some friends and relax. What I didn't realize when I walked into that party was that I was about to be visited by serendipity.

Sandra, Julie, Ricky and I would like to thank all of you for reading our story.

Goodhusband has asked us to tell you that he's going to take about a month off, but sometime near the end of March we'll be back.

In the next story you'll meet our new friends, Roxanne and Willie. They'll take the first part of their story to tell you how they met and got married. They'll also introduce you to their wonderful friend Sammy. 

About halfway through "Roxanne and Willie" all of us: Sandra, Julie, Brenda, Maddie, April, Jamal, Big Dick Jason, Bobby, Mark, Ricky and me will be back to help tell the rest of the story.

When Roxanne and Willie are done telling their story, April will sit down and tell her story. "April's Story" is the final part of our tale.

Goodhusband also asked me to thank all the nice people that sent us supportive emails while he was posting this story. He loved hearing from all the people who enjoyed our story and wants all of you to know that he appreciated your many wonderful comments.

"Stevie who are you talking to?"

I looked over my shoulder. Sandra was sitting up.

I smiled at her. "The people who are reading this story."

She yawned and stretched her arms. "Sweetheart it's our wedding night, ask them to call Julie and Ricky in the morning."

Sandra leaned forward and grabbed my arm. "Come on baby, lie down." 

She giggled and clutched my penis as I got back into bed. "I'll bet I can coax little Stevie into standing up one more time."

I grinned.

If my close friend Ricky was here I'm certain he'd say, "Life sure is good."