108 comments/ 60922 views/ 14 favorites The Black Velcro Choker By: murphy621 The look on my husbands face told me that this wasn't going the way that I had hoped. It didn't go well when I asked him for permission to go on a vacation cruise without him, but I had no choice. I wanted his permission to spend a week away from him with another man. He wanted to know if I was crazy. Sometimes I think I am crazy. All I know is that I can't help myself. When Miles wants me, I have to go to him. It all started in February, four years ago. It tax season and Charlie was working long hours and he was coming home late and tired. He just didn't have the time or energy to pay much attention to me. It was also President's Week and the kids were off from school. I had taken them to the mall and left them, to burn off their energy, at the ice skating rink while I did a little shopping. When I got back they were still going strong, as only teenagers can. I stood leaning against the railing watching them for a bit but then decided to sit in the small grandstand provided for proud parents like me. I turned to look for a place to sit and I saw him. He was staring at me and he didn't flinch away when my eyes caught him. I was the one that blinked. I turned back to face the skaters but I didn't see them. All I could see in my mind's eye, were his eyes. They were as black as onyx and seemed to penetrate to my soul. I didn't want to look back again. I was afraid to. Suddenly he was standing beside me also gazing at the skaters. He never turned his face to me as he asked, "What's your name?" "None of your business. Leave me alone, I'm married." "I don't care if you are married or not. What's your name?" I had turned to look at him to tell him to piss off, his face only inches from mine. His head was shaved and his face seemed to be chiseled out of stone, all hard flat planes. His voice was low but very insistent and demanding. Very demanding. Something moved in me, no one had ever spoken to me like this before. He turned to look at me and just stared at me, His eyes bored into me. I couldn't resist, I felt my determination crumble and I answered. "M M Mary." I stammered, not believing that I had given that information. He just continued looking at me and I knew what he wanted. "Caldwell," I continued, again divulging what I had no intention of revealing. "Phone number?" was all he questioned. His eyes were fixed on mine, It was like I had no will of my own. I don't know why, I gave it to him. He turned and walked away. My eyes followed him, watching the roll of his hips, as they moved in his tight jeans. I watched the movement of his broad shoulders as he swaggered through the crowd. Everyone seemed to make way for him. He is so tall and the way the light reflected off of his glistening head seemed to resemble a halo. I wondered if the rest of him would live up to what I could see. Oh God, what am I thinking? I gathered up the kids and on the ride home I was very quiet as they babbled away telling me all about their skating adventure. My thoughts were about my reaction to my strange encounter that afternoon. That night I attacked Charlie. I don't ever remember feeling so horny or being so aggressive in bed. I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. But Charlie, being Charlie, made love to me, the way he always did. He got me off but that just wasn't what I needed. It's a tough time of the year for our love life, Charlie runs the local H&R Block office and tax season means long hours and hard work for him. I really couldn't fault him for not giving me what I wanted. What happened the Monday morning after Presidents Week, when the kids went back to school, wasn't his fault either but it changed my life. Charlie was gone early and fifteen minutes after the kids left for school the phone rang. Before I could even say hello, I heard, "Look on your front door step, you have a surprise." "Who is this," I demanded? "You know who it is. You've been thinking about me all weekend." "I haven't.........." I started to say, but he had hung up. All I heard was the dial tone. But he was right, I had been thinking about him. It was the guy from the skating rink. I was thinking about him when my husband made love to me and at almost every moment I had to myself all weekend. I looked out of the peephole and saw no one. I couldn't see down to the step so I opened the door and he stepped through the doorway from the side. "You can't just........." I never finished what I was going to say because his lips were covering mine. My resistance was futile. He was too strong and as his tongue probed my mouth, it soon faded. I was still in my night gown and robe. Not much in the way of clothing to protect me and he used my clothes to confine me. He pushed my robe down to my elbows and the straps of my night gown followed. I couldn't raise my arms. I was helpless and for some unknown reason it, it didn't seem to frighten me. He lowered me to the floor and I was protesting, "No, don't do this." My robe was open and my night gown was up around my waist. My panties were ripped from me. "No, don't. Please no." was all the defense I could muster. Then he was in me. I must have been soaking wet because I never felt him enter me until he bottomed out. Then I felt myself meeting his thrusts with mine. My protests had changed to cooperation. The only sounds being made were coming from me as I grunted from each trust and then I came with a loud wail. "Oh God, Oh God, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh. Ug, ug, ug, ug." as he continued his pumping. Then, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh." again as I climaxed again when I felt him spurt in me. We lay there on the floor on the small rug in the entry hall. I couldn't move, my arms were still trapped, My legs were wrapped around him, my heels on his ass pulling him against me. I didn't want to let him lift his body from on top of me. It was then that I realized, I didn't want him to move. That's when he did. Just a slight movement of his hips, his pubic bone was on my clit. I don't know how he did it but his cock was against my G spot. I moaned as I came again in a mini climax. "Do you like this?" He asked. I didn't answer. "Did you like it?" More insistent now. More demanding. More dominant. "Yes." I whispered in spite of myself. "Do you want to cum again?" "Yes." Again surrendering a little more of myself. "It gets better if you ask for permission." "Better. How can get it better?" "Ask." "Please?" "Not good enough." "Please may I cum?" Giving him my complete capitulation. "Yes, do it! Cum now!" His pelvis gave a twitch and my body exploded. I had thought that the previous orgasms I had were incredible. They paled in comparison to the one I just had. I came so hard that with just my head and heels on the floor I lifted him bodily above me and held him there until my spasms subsided. I was still praying, "Oh God, Oh God." as he rolled off me and walked into the living room to sit my husbands chair. "Mary," he called. "Yes?" was my dreamy answer. "Come in here." I couldn't move. I lay there on the hallway floor in a post orgasmic bliss. I didn't want anything to disturb my euphoria. I had never experienced sex as satisfying as this had been. I had never surrendered myself so completely. "Mary." "Yes?" "I said come in here. NOW." That was not a request and I roused myself and entered the living room. He was seated in my husband's recliner chair and I moved before him while adjusting my clothing. He looked like a king on his throne except that his cock was standing up out of his fly. "Do you understand what happened?" he asked. "You just raped me," was my accusation. "Did I?" he asked, "I don't see you crying or screaming for help. Was it rape when you just asked me for permission to cum?" Then it hit me. What had I done? Yes, he overpowered me, but my resistance was half hearted at best and then it disappeared with his initial penetration. Only to be replaced with my eager participation. What had happened to me? Why did I enjoy it so much? Why did I ask permission? Why did I respond to him like that? "Then there are two things that I want you to remember." he continued, "First, when I tell you to do some thing, you will do it immediately and second, you will always be naked whenever I am in this house." "Naked?" was my stunned reply. "I will never remain in this house when you are not." I stood there in front of him, unmoving in my night gown and robe, trying to absorb the meaning of what I heard. Then I heard him ask, "Do you want me to leave now?" "No." I responded with out thinking. "Why should you?" "Well?" he asked as he pointedly looked at me. "Oh." I said as I realized what he wanted. I slowly peeled off my robe and gown. The panties had been destroyed. I stood in front of a fully dressed seated man, whom I had met once, briefly, only a few days before. I didn't even know his name. I felt like a slave girl on an auction block. I wanted to cover myself with my hands and yet I wanted to display myself so he would take me again. I felt no shame, I didn't know what I felt. I watched his dark eyes inspect my body, tracing every curve as his gaze traversed me from head to toe. I wanted him to like what he saw. I couldn't understand myself, I wanted him to want me! I started to turn so that he could see all of me and when my back was towards him I wiggled my ass. By the time I completed my rotation my hands were lifting my breasts. I was offering them to him! I was offering myself to him! My body began to undulate, my hips were beginning to thrust. I was dancing before him, trying to seduce him. I wanted him to fuck me again, I wanted his cock again. No thoughts of my husband or my children entered my head. Sweet Jesus, what have I become? His hands went to his waist and he opened his belt and waist band then raising himself slightly, he slid the upper part of his pants down past his hips. "Take them off me," he instructed and I knelt before him, naked, and removed his shoes and socks, then his trousers. I felt like it was a privilege to help him undress. I felt like I was his slave girl. "Now my under shorts," And there is was. Tall and straight, not much bigger or thicker than Charlie's. Tilted back over his stomach, the mushroom cap glistening with our combined juices. I wanted to suck it. I don't know why I wanted to, I never liked sucking on Charlie's. He always came too soon and his cum tasted bitter. Instinctively I knew what I had to do. I sat back on my heels and arched my back to raise my hardened nipples towards him. I wanted to look sexy. "Please." I begged. I was a supplicant. "May I hold it and suck it." "Go ahead Mary, do what you want to do." I rose up on my knees and I caressed his cock. I sucked on it, I licked it, I made love to it. All the while I could feel the cum he had deposited in me leaking from my pussy, mixed with my juices. All of it running down my thighs, making me feel like the sexiest woman alive. Until he stopped me. "That's enough," he said, I mewled my disappointment. I wanted to suck him dry. "Get up and straddle me, I want your cunt above my cock." He instructed and I complied. I wanted it in me. I looked down at it and waited for his next command. I was more than obedient, I was dominated, unable to move on my own. "Take it in your hand and hold it to your cunt lips." I did as instructed. "If you sink down on it you will be giving yourself to me. Is this what you want Mary?" "Yesssssss," I hissed. "Is this rape?" He questioned. "No," I croaked. "Then do it and be mine." I held him steady and I sank down on it, slowly. Letting myself savor every inch that entered me. I felt him enter my soul and possess every part of me and I did it freely all on my own. I never felt like this before, never in my life. I moved gently on him, I was in no hurry to cum. I didn't even want him to cum, I just wanted to luxuriate in feeling him fill me. To know that he wanted me, that he wanted to fuck me. I only wanted to please him, to make sure that he would never leave me. I didn't want this bliss to end. "Mary," he said, waking me from my trancelike state. "Yes," I answered. "Make me cum." I tried every trick I knew, I moved my pussy up and down on him. I tried what I remembered of my keggle exercises. I tried everything my girl friends told me about how they got their husbands off. None of them worked. I was murmuring how sorry I was as I sank down on his chest in frustration, my tears wetting his shirt. "You couldn't do it, could you?" He stated. "Nooooo," I moaned, "I tried so hard." "It's because I am in control and not you. Can you accept that?" "Yes." "Then sit up, back straight, that's it, just like that." His hands had covered my breasts, his thumbs and fingers rolling my nipples. My head rolled back as I savored his manipulations, my hips started undulating on his pelvis and then the pain hit me. He had pinched my nipples and tits so hard that I screamed and at the same time he issued his command. "Cum! Cum for me Mary. Cum now." My scream of pain turned into one of pleasure as my insides convulsed. My pussy had clamped down on his cock and it barely registered on me that he came when I did. I was mindless in my orgasm, the intensity was overwhelming. Never in my life had I experienced anything to compare what had just happened to me, the pain and then the pleasure. I was crying soundlessly as I fell forward to again collapse on his chest. "What are you doing to me?" I mumbled in his ear when I gathered my wits about me. "Anything I want to." Was his answer, "Just showing you that I can give you pleasure and pain at the same time. You liked that didn't you?" "Yes." I admitted, suddenly realizing that I was willing to accept whatever he was capable of inflicting on me and not understanding why. "Good. But it's lunch time already, I think a salad will do. Let me know when it 's ready." And with a playful slap on my ass he dismissed me. I prepared it and served it, remaining naked and standing next to him on his left as he had indicated. I watched him eat with his right hand as his left hand played all over my body, sometimes moaning as his finger penetrated one orifice or another. When he was halfway through his plate he had me kneel where I had been standing and he fed me, sometimes with his fork and sometimes with his fingers. The way my kids sometimes feed our dog when I wasn't looking. I knew then, I was his pet, his bitch. The salad finished he said, "Time for dessert." and he pushed his chair back and told me, "Go ahead Mary, I know you have been dying to suck on this." He was right. All the while I was kneeling at his side my head was at the level of his lap. If my eyes were not looking up at his face they were on his penis and when he fed me, my opened mouth was next to it. It was so magnificent I wanted it more than the food. Now, with his permission, I could have it. I licked and sucked, hands and mouth, I made love to it. Until, in frustration, I asked, "Please, cum in my mouth." That was my total surrender. All through high school and college I would never give head. To me, that's what the sluts did to please the guys they didn't want to fuck. If I liked the guy enough, I fucked him and got my pleasure too. If I didn't like him then he got nothing, just what I would have gotten from giving him a blow job. His hands had been caressing my back and shoulders and now they gripped my head. I could feel his cock swell and then pulse and my lips formed a seal around the shaft. When the first burst hit the back of my throat I came and each following burst triggered another climax in my core. I never knew I could cum from giving oral sex. His was less salty and a lot sweeter than Charlie's, it was ambrosia. He kept me kneeling there naked, sitting on my heels my hands holding his cock, as I received his instructions. It seemed like the most natural position in the world and I just nodded my head in agreement as he spoke. After listening me repeat what I had just heard, He dressed and left, leaving me dazed and almost not comprehending what had just happened. But I knew what had happened, my life had changed, After his original attack I became his willing accomplice. I guided his cock to my pussy. I tried to make him cum in me. I wanted him to fuck me. What have I become? It was then I realized, I didn't even know his name. The next morning at 9:15, after my family had left, I was kneeling naked in the foyer waiting for him. The only things I wore were my high heel shoes and a wide black Velcro choker. He had left it with me yesterday. He had me put it on myself. It was a symbol of my belonging to him and I was to wear it whenever I was in his presence. My putting it on myself was an acknowledgement that I had given myself freely to him. And I had, I gave him my body and I reveled in how he used it. I cannot described the feeling that came over me when I put the collar around my neck. I just knew I was preparing myself to go to heaven. I waited every weekday morning like that. If he did not come by ten o'clock I was free to go about my day as I pleased. If he did come he used me any way he wished. I was his whore, I was his lover, I was his slave. I was anything and everything he wanted me to be. For five or six hours, two or three days a week, I had more and better orgasms in a day than Charlie gave me in a month. Then it stopped. It took me almost two weeks of waiting on my knees before I realized it must be over. He just disappeared with never a word, with never a hint. He left me waiting, kneeling, wondering if, or how, I displeased him. He left me with a void in my heart that I would stroke occasionally by wearing the choker and kneeling naked in the hall hoping that my demonstration would bring him back. A little more than three months after he disappeared the door bell rang at 9:15 am. Of course the thought came to me, could it be him? I dismissed the thought immediately and opened the door and it was, it was him! I almost fainted. We both stood there looking at each other and then he broke the spell saying, "Well?" And I, stupidly standing there staring, said, "Come in." To which he replied, "Well?" again. And then I, suddenly comprehending, said, "Oh, but the door is open." He just stood there looking at me and I finally realized that he was not going to enter until I was naked. As I removed my house coat my pelvis started to move. When my night gown followed, my shoulders moved my breasts. By the time my panties touched the floor, my hips were thrusting towards him. God, how I wanted him, I was trying to seduce him with my body. As he walked past me he pulled me by my arm into the kitchen. Turning a chair he sat down and pulled me face down across his lap. Instinctively I knew what was going to happen. Although I had never been spanked in my life, not even as a child. I was already crying. "Nooooooo, please noooo." Then SLAP. "Nooooo, please." SLAP. "I told you." SLAP, "Every morning." SLAP. "Naked," SLAP. "On your knees." SLAP. "Do you." SLAP, "Understand?" SLAP. "Yes, I understand." and with my understanding I came, lying there on his lap, I came. Again and again, I came. Every additional slap on my ass reinforced my climax until it was a continuous orgasm racking my body. Like no other I had ever experienced. I had already surrendered my body to him, and with my understanding, I surrendered my soul. Never again would I disobey any instructions from him. For the next four hours I did everything I could to please him. Whatever he wanted from my body he got and by the time he was ready to leave I was exhausted. But not too exhausted to realize that his final instructions were to change my life further. The Black Velcro Choker Redux For those of you who haven't read it, this little tale is a "redux" of the ending of "The Black Velcro Choker" by Murphy621. And in this "redux", well let's just say the outcome is a bit different...) I changed the ending more than a wee bit in keeping with my sense of justice. )) We pick up where Mary is telling us about the divorce attorney her lover recommended... * Miles told me that Alma Jablonski was a divorce attorney "extraordinaire." So, by the end of the week I expected to be back in the house with my children, who at fourteen and sixteen were still minors, By the time the divorce was final I expected Charlie would be paying alimony, child support and maintenance on the home while he had to live elsewhere. Poor Charlie, I felt badly because I was the one who had 'done him wrong' but not badly enough (at least in my mind) to refuse what I expected the court would give me! After all, I could really put on the 'water works' for the divorce judge as needed and except for my one-time-only one week "vacation", I had been nothing short of the completely devoted stay at home mother and wife. I would just tell the court I needed a little break by myself on a cruise and my unreasonable, controlling husband went berserk, locking me out of the house when I got back! So I met Alma and told her of the situation (as it really happened.) As expected, Alma seemed to have no concern for the inequity I had heaped upon my husband and children but rather looked like a hungry animal who had just spotted fresh meat when she picked up the phone to call Charlie. I sat back and gloated as Alma spoke to Charlie in a very intimidating voice. Alma just launched right in! I'm glad she was on my side!. "Mr. Caldwell," Alma began, "I am Alma Jablonski, an attorney who is representing your poor mistreated wife. I don't know what you were thinking locking your poor saint of a wife out of her own home....." That was as far as my "attorney extraordinaire" got. Hanging up the phone, Alma huffed "He hung up on me! NO ONE hangs up on me and gets away with it! I guess I am going to have to teach this asshole some manners!" That day Alma had Charlie served at work with "ex parte" court papers and two days after that Alma and I were sitting in court for what I thought was going to be one of the first of Charlie's many comeuppances. When our case was called, Charlie, Alma and I all left the gallery and sat at two tables in front of the judge. Alma turned to me and said "what a dumb ass! He doesn't even have a lawyer representing him! Your husband has no clue that he is about to have his head handed to him rather unpleasantly via his ass!" At that moment the judge asked for "appearances" and Alma stated her name and that she was representing me! Charlie was SO toast!! Just as I started to gleefully settle further back into my chair, a commanding voice spoke up from behind us, "John Steele for the defendant, your honor." I could see Alma visibly slump in her chair, obviously shaken! Next, the judge said "Thank you for your appearance here today, Mr. Steele. You're a long way from home. I have to say I am more than a little surprised. I thought you were in the middle of that high profile celebrity divorce." To this Steele replied, "I am your honor. But when my old college roommate Charlie here called me up and told me what was happening, I knew I had to be here for him." If it wasn't for Charlie doing the heimlich on me back in college when I choked on a piece of steak, I doubt I would be standing in front of you here today. The judge continued, "Mr. Steele, according to the moving party's papers, your client wrongfully and without cause locked his devoted wife out of her own home when she returned from a short, one week vacation she had to take to calm her nerves from the stress of the abuse he heaps on her while she devotes her life to him and their two children. It further states your client has closed their joint bank and credit accounts and left her penniless as well as homeless. As a result, the moving party seeks to be readmitted to her home, your client removed, given temporary sole custody of the parties' two children, as well as temporary support payments for herself and the couple's two children until the matter can either be resolved through a family mediator or divorce." Steele smiled at Alma and she sunk a little further in her chair before he replied. "Interesting tale, your honor. Too bad virtually none of it is true. Your honor, it is true that the locks of what used to be my client's sole and separate property, the house in question, have been changed. They were changed by the new owners, however, not by my client. I have here true and certified copies of the deed showing sole ownership of the house in question in the name of only my client, as well as proof that the house was paid for prior to the parties' marriage, as well as proof that the house was sold by my client to an unrelated third party while his less-than "devoted" wife was on her vacation last week relieving her so-called "stress." All of a sudden, Alma was on her feet and looking like she was ready to attack! "I object, your honor, to Mr. Steele's viciously impugning the good name and character of my client, this selfless, saintly devoted woman who has tried to be everything within her power to be the perfect wife and mother! I demand Mr. Steele take back...." At which time, Steele cut her off and said "your honor, in the courtroom today is Bob Smith. Mr. Smith could you please stand? Your honor, Mr. Smith is a private investigator my client had follow his wife while she got her so-called "stress relieved." I have in my possession one photo of many that Mr. Smith will state he took of my client's wife last week while she was on her cruise. The photo shows my client's wife less than faithfully getting her "stress relieved" on the deck on the cruise ship she and her lover shared. And all the time while she had no concern for the mental or physical welfare of either my client or her own children, who were unfortunately aware of her dalliances by virtue of the moving party's lack of even minimal discretion." Alma slumped even further in her chair as Steele handed her and the judge a copy of the large photo which clearly showed me as the unfaithful slut I had become. "Your honor", Steele continued, "if counsel would like Mr. Smith to testify as to the authenticity as well as the detailed and lurid circumstances surrounding this photo...." Alma cut him off and simply stated "moving party is willing to stipulate to the photo's authenticity." The kids knew! Charlie had me followed! There were even photos! This was not looking good.... At this point the judge said "well, I am getting a little better picture of what the true facts are here. But Mr. Steele, it appears to the court that the parties have been married quite a long time and the moving party alleges she is homeless, penniless and without any means to support herself." Alma smiled and I realized that even though I had shit on my husband, the good old "justice system" would still take care of me! But Steele was for some reason unfazed! "Your honor, to cut to the chase, so to speak, here's where we are at. Charlie partly used the proceeds from the sale of the house to pay off the parties' other joint debts. Charlie has no other assets besides his car which he needs to get to work and transport the kids, nor does he have a pension with a cash value. The money that remained from the sale of the house my client used to partly fund both kids' college funds. The local college has a program where money can be irrevocably given to the college now as tuition and dorm credit. At this time, both of the kids first two years of college are paid for. A small amount remained which my client used to pay for the first month's rent and deposit on a house for himself and the kids. The rental agreement is in Charlie's name, not his wife's name. While the court could in theory order my client to move from the house, the court has no power to let his wife reside in the rented house. That is in the sole discretion of the landlords of the property. However, the landlords know Charlie's wife and refuse to rent to her." Steele continued knowing he was unstoppable. "Unfortunately, your honor" Steele continued, "because my client now has housing costs that he previously did not have, if this court orders Charlie to provide his wife with support payments, the children's' standard of living will be reduced to less than it has previously been, although the children are, of course, blameless in this whole matter. Furthermore, moving party's complete disregard for her family has caused my client extreme stress. The photo that I showed the court is indelibly etched into Charlie's mind and seeing it over and over again in his mind while he is at work has caused his work performance to suffer significantly. As a result, Charlie's employer has given him written warning that if his work performance does not quickly resume as before, Charlie will be terminated from his employment and the children's' sole source of financial support will immediately cease. Ms. Ross, could you please stand? Your honor, Ms. Ross is a psychologist licensed in this state and is prepared to testify that she has spent many hours discussing this situation with Charlie. She is further prepared to testify that if this court should order my client to support his heartless, unfaithful wife so that she can, at my client's expense, continue to "entertain" her lover in premises at Charlie's expense, that she is 100% certain in her professional judgment that Charlie's mental condition will quickly further deteriorate so significantly that she is completely certain that Charlie will lose his job and become virtually unemployable by nature of his psychological state. Your honor, it is in the clear best interests of the minor children of this marriage that their sole means of support not be endangered." Mary's mind went numb as Ms. Ross was sworn and affirmed what Steele had said. Mary was beginning to see that she had gone from a fantastic cruise to being up a creek without a paddle. "As to being homeless and penniless," Steele continued, "my client suggests that his soon-to-be ex wife move back home with her parents or continue to reside with her lover who completely paid for her cruise. And your honor, I noticed the McDonalds next to the courthouse has a "help wanted" sign in its window...." The judge interrupted and said "Mr. Steele, I am sorry to have to cause you the inconvenience of having to defend against this matter. Mrs. Cadwell, I mean Caldwell, your motion is denied. Mr. Caldwell, take care of your kids. They need you now. When you are ready, I am sure that you will have no trouble finding a loving woman who will see in you the good qualities that your wife seems to have forgotten." Right then both kids ran up and hugged Charlie tightly. The three of them then left the courthouse, not once looking even in my direction as a young girl handed me papers saying "Mary Caldwell, you have been served.". After a few days of pimping me out to his friends, Miles took back everything he gave me including the black choker and kicked me out of his place. One of his friends gave me a gift that keeps on giving on both sets of my lips. Some time later, I heard that Miles was in the hospital, having had both of his balls crushed. Charlie and the kids were away visiting his folks when it happened. Now, instead of perfume, I wear the smell of french fries, hamburgers and toilet bowl cleaner and share a small run-down apartment with an obnoxious roommate who steals anything of mine she can turn into quick cash for booze or smokes. I still see my kids sometimes when they come into McDonalds, but my conversation with them is usually limited to "would you like fries with that order?" before Charlie and they walk away, all four happy. The fourth one being the hot young cutie hanging on to Charlie for dear life and who smiles back at me while they walk away and shakes her head. The Black Velcro Choker "I'm going on vacation next week, l'll be gone for a week." he announced. "Nooooo," I complained, "You just came back." "I want you to come with me." He continued. "Oh," was all I could say as I realized what he was asking, "But my husband, my children?" I asked, "How can I go away with you, I don't even know your name." "My name is Miles Albright and your husband and your children are of no concern to me. Be ready at nine fifteen Friday morning as usual, I'll pick you up. Don't bother packing anything, I'll buy you what ever you need." "But......." I said. "No buts," he commanded, "Just be ready." And he left. The conversation I had with Charlie that evening did not go well. "You want to go off and leave me and the kids for a week? Where are you going?" He asked. "I'm not sure. The Caribbean I think. He hasn't told me yet where he wants to take me." "He? You're asking me for permission to go off for a weeks vacation with another man?" Was his astonished question. Followed next by, "Are you crazy?" He was right, I think I was crazy but I pleaded with him anyway. "Please Charlie, it's only for a week. When I come back it won't be any different between us. I'll make it up to you. I'll still love you just as much as ever. It's just a little time away, just seven days, you'll hardly even miss me. It won't make any difference in our love life, we only do it about once a week now." "It won't make any difference? Only once a week? You'll make it up to me? You really are crazy if you think I'm going to accept this. No! My answer is NO! I will not accept your going off for a week and if you do, don't bother coming back because we will be finished." He walked off muttering about how crazy I had become if I thought he would accept such an arrangement. He left me there, crumpled on the floor, crying because he could not accept my twisted logic. I was there on my knees, wearing my choker, waiting, the next morning and the next and on Friday when Miles entered. "Charlie won't let me go with you." Was my tearful welcome. "He told me if I went with you I could not come back." Miles just smiled and said, "Don't worry about a thing," as he took me in his arms and kissed me. I didn't worry, I just lost myself in his embrace, just as I always did when he held me. There was no one else in the world when I was with him. He had me pack a few clothes and some personal items and I walked out of my home with no thoughts except of how I would be pleasing him for the next week. No thoughts of what my life would be like after that. I really was crazy. A day later we on deck watching the shore line recede into the distance. The second night aboard ship we were invited to the Captain's table. Not having cruised before I hadn't known that this was considered quite an honor. I was constantly being reminded of how much wealth and influence Miles had. He took me to the dress shop aboard ship and bought me a sheath evening gown that left little to the imagination. There was no way I could wear anything but stay up stockings underneath it. When he left me at the hairdressers everyone there was impressed with him and where we were dining that evening. Everyone was telling me that I was so lucky to have such a handsome and generous husband. If they only knew my husband was at home with my children. Seated at the table with us were two other couples, the Captain and an attractive single woman named Millicent Hutchins who appeared to be in her mid-forties. During the dinner conversation it came out that she had been widowed six months previously and this was her first trip away since her husband's demise and it was her first trip alone, ever. Miles charmed her. She was flushed and giggly all through dinner as he lavished his attention on her. For some reason I was not the least bit jealous, I felt if he wanted her, he deserved her. When she eagerly accepted his invitation to stroll the deck with us as he smoked his Cuban cigar, I knew where this was going to end up. After about fifteen minutes I left them, as he had quietly instructed, pleading a touch of sea sickness. I returned to our cabin to wait for him as I usually did, naked and on my knees and wearing my choker. I could hear her laughter as they approached our cabin and I watched her enter through the door. Her head was turned back to him as she was saying, "What could be so special in your cabinnnnn..........Oh my god!" She saw me, kneeling, naked, waiting. "W w w why are you.........ooooohhhhh nnnnooooo" Her evening gown was off her shoulders and down her arms to her elbows, trapping her much as he had done to me. Her plump heavy breasts were hanging free until his hands covered them and her groan turned into a high pitched wail when he squeezed her nipples. He was whispering in her ear as he slid her dress further down body, "You thought you choose me so you could get laid tonight, didn't you? You were flirting with me all through dinner and when you kissed me up on deck you were so sure of yourself. You thought you were in control. That's why you took this cruise, to get fucked, far away from home and not ruin your reputation. I know how horny you are. When was the last time you got laid Millie? Was it your husband just before he died or did you get a little action at home?" "Noooooo, please don't......" But she didn't fight it when her dress hit the deck. All she was wearing now were her stockings, shoes, panties and jewelry. He moved her next to me as he stood between my spread thighs, "Go on Mary, show her what you do the best. Show her what a good cocksucker you are." And that's what I did. I pulled down his pants and boxers and swallowed his cock. I made love to it right in front of her. It was my first time in front of an audience and it turned me on even more than before. I could hear her heavy breathing as he talked to her. Her eyes were fastened on the cock inserted in my face. "Do you see her Millie? Do you see how she loves what she is doing? You want to do it too don't you? Watch her now. Watch her cum for me. Do it Mary, cum, cum for me now." God help me, I did. I came, with his cock in my mouth, just like he wanted. On my knees, in front of a woman I had met only a few hours ago, I came so hard I had to hold onto his hips to keep from falling to the floor. "Did you see how hard she came Millie? You can too if you want too. You do want to cum don't you? I can see how wet your panties are. Push them down and kneel next her." I could see her head nodding. She couldn't speak. It was if she was in a trance, her eyes were fixed on his cock. She sank to her knees next to me, I don't think she knew I was there. "Look at it Millie. You know what you want to do. Yes, take it in your hands, kiss it. When I cum you will too. Now suck! Take from me what you want and need." I saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked. I saw her hands rotating on his cock as if she was trying to wring it dry. I saw it pulse and I saw her swallow and then I saw her shudder and her body vibrate as she came with him. I saw her holding on to his cock for dear life, not wanting to let it go and lose a drop of his cum. I put my arm around her to keep her from falling. Maybe it was because I wanted to make sure she didn't pull it off of him or maybe it was to welcome her into my sisterhood. She was softly crying when she swallowed the last of of his deposit and she when leaned against me, her arms went around my neck. "Is it always this good?" She asked. "No," I replied. "No?" she questioned. "No," I answered, "It gets better." "I don't know how I will live through it." she said as he lay down naked between us. The thing I remember most about that night was her accepting her Velcro choker in return for letting me guide his cock into her pussy. She surrendered herself to him just as I had done. All this happening while I told her how good it would feel and then hearing her repeating my prayer, "Oh God, Oh God," each time she climaxed I woke up in the morning, Millie and I were alone in the bed. He was gone. She was looking into my eyes as I opened them. "What happened to me last night?" she asked. "The same thing that happened to me when I put it on." was my answer. "When I put that band around my neck something happened to me. Does it happen to you too? Is that why you wear it?" "I wear it because he wants me to wear it whenever I am with him." "He? Miles? Your husband?" "He is not my husband. My husband is at home with our children." "But you are on this cruise; sharing a cabin with Miles? How can you explain that to your husband?" "I can't. I don't know how I will when I get home. All I know is that when he told me to come with him, I had to go." "You had to go? I don't understand." "Every time I put this band on, all I can think of is how I want to please him. I know he gave it to me because he wants me and it makes me feel good because a magnificent man like him desires me. He wants you too Millie and you want him to want you. "No, I couldn't......," she said as my arm went around her shoulder. "Aren't you lonely MiIlie? Don't you miss your husband and the love he gave you?" I pulled her close to me and my other hand went behind her head and held her as I pressed my lips to hers. We kissed as our bodies molded together. "Don't.....," she said, "I never......." her words trailed away as her body responded to my hand cupping her breast. "He wants you and so do I. Join me in pleasing a man who can give you, as he gave me, all the pleasure that you miss so much." Her mouth opened to admit my insistent tongue and I heard a moan escape from her throat. "It's been so long." I heard her whisper. I don't know why but I wanted her now. I had never been with a woman before this; never kissed a woman the way I was kissing her now. I felt her surrendering to me, her body molding itself to mine. I wanted to taste her, to suckle from her, to plunge my tongue deep into her pussy. I heard her groan, "Oooooooohhhhh," as my lips fastened on her nipple. My fingers penetrating her wet leaking cunt. I was doing to her all the things Miles did to me, all the things I loved so much. Her body was vibrating as my lips descended to her mons and it exploded when I sucked on her clittie. She squirted. Her juices and what was left of last nights initiation poured from her from her and I drank as if it was the finest champagne. I kept the last mouthful as I crawled on my hands and knees back up to kiss her and return it to her when my tongue filled her mouth. "I never knew.........." she whispered, "what I have.........." she licked my face clean, "been missing.........." her tongue explored my mouth, "and how good this can be." she was now sucking my hanging tits I was kneeling above her, straddling her body, kissing and murmuring sweet words of love when Miles returned. We had not left the bed and it was already late morning and all we were wearing were our chokers. He took one look at us and after disrobing stepped behind me and plunged his cock deep into my exposed cunt. My face fell to her shoulder, my lips were kissing her neck and shoulder, I was chanting my prayer, "Oh God, Oh God." She could feel every thrust he made as my body moved above her. Her hands found my breasts and then my nipples and she was not kind to them. She twisted and pulled on them as if to wring the milk from them and then I came. As good as it had always been with Miles alone, this climax surpassed them all. The emotion, the pleasure, the excitement must have passed through me to Millie and she came also from only my lips against her neck and my prayer echoing in her ear. It was as if the cum he deposited in me was somehow how transferred to her. The sum total of our simulations orgasms left all three of us gasping for breath. Miles and I had collapsed on either side of Millie. She was the first to recover and she sat up and leaned over me. "I want," she said, "to taste both of you." As she lightly kissed the top of my slit, her tongue flicking across my chit. An electric jolt passed through my body followed by a sweet mini orgasm. She leaned the other way and took his now deflated cock in her mouth and lovingly proceeded to remove all traces of our combined fluids from both his cock and balls. She then turned back to me and straddling me in the sixty nine position she proceeded to clean me out. Another first for me, the first time a woman has gone down on me and it was wonderful. I have only had four men make love to me, two school boys who didn't amount to much, Charlie who satisfied me and Miles who conquered me. The men took what they wanted, Millie gave to me. With her tongue and lips and mouth she gave me her love, with tenderness, gentleness, passion and desire. I, in turn, gave mine back to her in kind as I raised my head to kiss and lick her dripping pussy. We had both surrendered ourselves to Miles but that was different from the love we felt for each other. The rest of the cruise passed in a fog of sensual pleasure. I have never felt so uninhibited, so free to give pleasure, so free to receive whatever my partner wanted to give. There were no perversions, there were no taboos, there was nothing out of bounds. It was like nothing I had ever known, it was heavenly. And then it had to end. Millie and I parted tearfully, promising to keep in touch and visit each other often. My parting with Miles was somewhat different. "I don't know if I have a home to go back to," I told him, " and I have no money or any way to get back there." "You didn't think I would leave you stranded did you?" he questioned as he gave me money and an American Express card in my name. He had anticipated my problem before I even thought of it. He have me his business card with a phone number written on it, "If you have any problems at all when you get home, she will make them go away." Well, I had a problem when I got back, my key didn't work. I couldn't get in the house so I called Charlie at work. "What did you expect," he said, "I told you not to go off with him. All your stuff is in storage and I am divorcing you." "Charlie, it doesn't have to be this way. Please let me back in the house, I'll be just as good a wife to you as I was before. I still love you." "Yeah but not enough to keep you from running off with your boyfriend whenever he wants you." Thank God, I thought to myself, he still doesn't know about me waiting on my knees for Miles every day. He also didn't expect what happened after I called the phone number Miles gave me. I got Alma Jablonski, divorce attorney, extraordinaire. And by the end of the week I was back in the house with my children, who at fourteen and sixteen were still minors, By the time the divorce was final he was paying alimony, child support and maintenance on our home while he had to live elsewhere. Poor Charlie, I felt badly because I was the one who had 'done him wrong' but not badly enough to refuse what the court gave me. Millie and I kept in close contact, visiting each other at each others homes, and enjoying our special love for each other. Miles continued visiting both Millie and I, either when we were together or separately, and my slavish devotion to him became even deeper. This went on for several years and my life was full of love and passion and it couldn't get any better. The only fly in the ointment was that when Jodie, my youngest, turns eighteen this coming summer, all support for me from Charlie will end. Fortunately that was when I met Bruce. I met him at Millie's when I was there on a visit. He was the partner of Millie's deceased husband. He was forty five years old and had never married. He was socially awkward, tall and thin, geeky looking and he was filthy rich. He was perfect and just how perfect I was to find out later. Millie was the one who convinced me to go out with him when he asked. "He's a nice guy," she said, "and you need some one to care for you and you know Miles is not the one for that. In fact, I think Miles would love the idea could have when he wants and that he would be fucking a rich man's wife. When the alimony and the child support from Charlie stops you will be broke. I know Bruce is not anyone's idea of a Casanova, but believe me, you could do a lot worse." So I went out with Bruce and nothing happened. I don't think he had any idea of how to develop a relationship with a woman. I was the one who had to make the first move and when I finally did it turned out to be the first blow job he ever had. After that I took the lead in everything sexual and eventually, in our social and personal relationships. I became the dominant partner. So when Bruce asked me to marry him I told him that there were some things he had to know about me. I liked him enough that I didn't want to do the same thing to him that I did to Charlie. He said to me, "Before you begin, I know about Millie and Miles." "What and how much do you know?" "Millie dropped a few hints and I had an investigator supply the rest." "You know and you still want to marry me?" "Yes, it excites me that you are so desirable to them and so sensual a woman." "So excited that you would want to join in?" "I'd like to join in with Millie. I don't think that Miles would let me take part but I would like to watch you with him." "Come over here Baby," I commanded as I took off my sweater and bra, "Come here and put your head on my lap." I was sitting on a sofa and he laid on it, on his back, with his head on my lap. "You want to help me when I am with Millie?" I lifted my left tit and moved the nipple over his lips. He did what was natural and suckled. "When she is sucking on my tit like you are now." "Mmmmmmmmm," he replied, with a vigorous nod of his head, his mouth so full of tit flesh that he couldn't speak. "When I cum on her face as she is licking the pussy you want to marry? You want to help her lick and suck me?" "Mmmmmmmm." then he managed a, "Yessssss." My hand was cradling his head holding him to my breast almost like he was my baby, my other hand had gone to his rock hard penis. I was stoking him through his pants. "And what about Miles," I asked, " Do you want to watch your wife when she gives herself to him. When she begs him to fuck her. Your wife would be a total slut for him, denying him nothing. Giving him her body as his playground. Could you watch me when I cum for him because I can't hold anything back when I am with him. While he might let you use it, my body belongs to Miles. Can you live with that Brucie?" "Oh God," he exclaimed, "Oh God yesssssssss." he repeated as he came inside his pants. I could feel his cock pulsing as my hand continued stroking it through his trousers, rubbing his cum into his pubic hair and his belly. I smiled down at his uplifted face before I kissed him and then I said, "You and I are going to have a very happy marriage darling." Never would I have thought on that winter afternoon when I left my children at the skating rink that the road my life would take would bring me to the place that I am at now. With two lovers and a wealthy husband who not only understands my needs but who now puts on a black Velcro choker and gets naked for me the moment he walks into the house.