29 comments/ 94836 views/ 46 favorites The Game: Late Nights By: DeeperDown Thank you for rating my stories and providing feedback. I appreciate the messages and comments. This is a standalone chapter that shares a theme but not characters with other "The Game" stories. ****************************** Rachel held her tray tightly as she navigated her way through the crowded cafeteria. Her eyes searched for her co-workers, Sarah and Amy, somewhere in the sea of men wearing white lab coats. She heard Amy's distinct laugh in the far corner and maneuvered past several tables before sliding into a seat. All three women worked as research associates at the firm, though they were all assigned to different projects. Over the years they'd become good friends in an organization with few women. Amy was the oldest of the group at twenty-nine, two years older than both Rachel and Amy. "What's so funny?" Rachel asked with a smile. "I could hear you laughing from the other side of the cafeteria." "She's laughing at my anniversary plans," Sarah pouted with playful indignation. "Sarah's planning on making Steve a dirty movie," Amy grinned, "And I was just giving her some dialogue suggestions." "Really?" Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Forget it!" Sarah interjected, "I've scrapped the idea anyhow. I'll have to take my chances with some lingerie." "Hey wait a minute, what's wrong with lingerie?" Rachel pushed. "I wear lingerie for David on our anniversary every year." "Only once a year?" Amy teased. "Steve doesn't seem very excited about it." Sarah spoke softly. "It's tough to tell what he likes because he's so polite. Does he want something black and frilly, or naughty like a cheerleader costume? It might as well be wrapping paper to him." "Martin and I have a game, he buys the outfit, and whatever he picks out I act out his fantasy for him," Amy announced proudly. "It's normally pretty tame but every once in awhile he'll bring home something like a sexy cop uniform and we break out the hand cuffs." "I don't think I could trust Steve to remember my sizes," Sarah laughed. "Or the keys to the handcuffs!" The rest of their lunch hour was filled with their usual back and forth and gossiping. When it was time to get back to work, Rachel couldn't shake Amy and Martin's game from her thoughts. Truthfully Rachel had sex on her mind quite a bit lately. She and David were having a dry spell, if you could call two months a dry spell instead of a drought. Her husband of two years had been putting in a lot of hours at the office. David was a lawyer at a boutique acquisitions firm. There had been rumors that one of the principals would be retiring soon and that someone in the office would be making the move to junior partner. David's current assignment was a big one. A national supermarket conglomerate had engaged his firm to complete the purchase of a regional grocery chain. Unfortunately it had turned into a mess. The regional grocer's ownership was scattered across multiple generations of several families -- all of whom had their own terms and conditions they wanted considered. It was made worse because David's assistant, Denise, was a very attractive red head woman a few years her junior who was spending more time with her husband than she did. Rachel thought she could trust David, but it made things even more stressful. Rachel tolerated the long days and missed dinners for weeks until the big fight. David didn't come home from work until well past eleven and reeking of alcohol. He'd tried to explain that he'd had been at a dinner meeting with the patriarch of one of the grocer families and that a beer had been spilled on his pants -- but Rachel wasn't in the mood for excuses. She exploded at him with pent up frustration. She accused him of not working hard enough on their relationship and even brought up the red headed assistant. David was adamant that there was nothing going on and explained again how important this project was for his career and their future together but there was no calming Rachel down. David slept on the couch. From that night on Rachel had grown cold. David was eventually allowed back in the bedroom but any attempt at intimacy was stifled immediately. There were several more fights about working late and sex until eventually he just seemed to give up. David stopped touching her and quietly kept to himself, putting in the long hours at the office that paid for the mortgage and coming to bed after Rachel had gone to sleep. They were polite to each other but the spark had disappeared and was replaced by routine. They were both miserable. Rachel decided that maybe Amy and Martin's game was what they needed to stoke their fire. Rachel sat in silence at her desk staring at her phone. She almost never called him at work. Denise the red head answered his phone during work hours. Rachel trusted David,but she didn't trust Denise. Rachel took a deep breath and dialed the number. "Thomson McKenzie Albert, how may I help you?" A cheerful male voice answered the phone. "Sorry, I was trying to get a hold of David," Rachel apologized. "This is David's office, who may I say is calling?" "His wife," Rachel responded confused. "Who is this?" "Hello Rachel, pleasure to finally speak to you. I'm Todd, David's assistant," Todd answered enthusiastically. "Where is Denise?" Rachel stammered. "Um, Denise and I actually changed assignments a few months ago," Todd sounded a little taken aback by her bluntness. "Sorry Todd," Rachel apologized. "I didn't mean to interrogate you; David just didn't mention he had a different assistant." "No problem at all, I completely understand. We've been so busy I'm sure he's been happy to avoid talking about work when he gets home," Todd paused. "Anyway, if you'll hold just a moment I'll put you through." The phone line clicked and switched over to some generic hold music. "Hello, David speaking." Rachel could hear the fatigue in his voice. "Hi," Rachel spoke softly. There was a pause on the line. "Rachel?" David sounded surprised. "What time do you think you'll be home tonight David?" "Ah, I don't know, probably around seven," he paused. "Is everything alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to talk to you." The line was quiet for a moment. "Ok... well then I'll see you around seven." Rachel hung up and took a deep breath. Things were so awkward between them right now she wasn't sure that lingerie would be enough to save their young marriage. Rachel rehearsed what she would say to David when he got home during her drive home. She arrived at the house around six and made herself a small dinner. David cooked for himself these days. Rachel curled up on the couch under a blanket and watched TV until she heard the garage door grind to life. She took a deep breath as he walked through the door, shed his overcoat and slid off his expensive shoes. "Hi," he spoke quietly and gave her an awkward smile. "Hi David," she replied nervously. He walked towards the couch slowly and placed his briefcase down by the loveseat. He hesitated for a moment and then took a seat across from her. "You called my office today. You never call." He was curious, not angry. "You didn't tell me that you'd fired Denise," Rachel raised her eyes to meet his. "I didn't fire Denise. I just asked one of the other partners to switch assistants with me," David spoke defensively. He was already suspicious that they were headed for another fight. "Why?" Rachel asked softly. "Because she was making you uncomfortable," David responded awkwardly. "Just like that?" Rachel continued. "Not just like that," David's voice rose defiantly. "She was a fantastic assistant, but you didn't trust me." He paused and Rachel averted her eyes. "But Denise's expertise isn't more important than my marriage." "Why didn't you tell me?" Rachel responded quietly. "Rachel, this is the most I think we've spoken to each other in a month. It didn't come up." "David I'm not happy like this. I want our life back." A tear escaped from her eye. David stared towards the door. "I don't like this either, we've been like this so long that I don't know if I remember how we were." Rachel wiped the tear from her eye. "David, I love you." "I love you too," his voice sounded flat. "I have an idea," Rachel straightened up on the sofa. She took a deep breath and passed David a small piece of folded paper. David stared at the note without moving for a moment, then slowly he reached out and accepted the piece of paper. "What is this?" He asked without unfolding it. He searched Rachel's face for a clue. "It's a game. I thought maybe it could help us... help us reconnect." David straightened and began to unfold the note. He paused while he read it and then turned to Rachel with a confused expression. "I don't understand." "It's my measurements," Rachel swallowed. "I want you to go shopping and buy whatever it is you'd like me to wear for you. " "You want me to buy you a dress?" David's eyes darted back to the paper. "Where are we going?" Rachel stood from the couch and moved closer to David's perch on the loveseat, placing her hand on his shoulder. "No. It's for the bedroom," she took in the look of surprise on his face. "For one night, anything you want me to be." Her cheeks burned and she quickly retreated to the kitchen, leaving David speechless and alone in front of the TV. Rachel hid in the soaker tub for the rest of the evening and pretended to be asleep when David finally came to bed. He had already left for the office before she woke up. Rachel took extra care to shave her legs in the shower that morning. She shook with anticipation on the drive to work. She hadn't said when, but she figured David would probably bring something home tonight. The girls noticed Rachel's nervousness during lunch, but she deflected their questions. By the time 4:00 rolled around, Rachel couldn't sit still anymore so she decided to leave work early. She managed to beat the evening traffic and made it home in record time. Rachel opened the door to a quiet house. She had lots of time before she figured David would be home, even if he did leave earlier than normal. Rachel didn't know what to do with herself. She decided that a bottle of wine and a warm bath might help her settle down. She grabbed a glass and a bottle of cheap merlot from the wine rack and headed up stairs. She selected a warm temperature for the bathwater and began to shed her clothes as she waited for the tub to fill. She turned to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. Many women feel insecure in front of a mirror, but not Rachel. She had always had a body that had attracted attention. As a young girl she'd learned to love running and even competed on the track team until her growing breasts had made racing uncomfortable. Today she still loved to run several days a week and it showed. Her long legs led to a tight bottom that didn't sag and had no trace of cellulite. Her wide hips were perched above a small mound covered with a short fuzz of hair that made a trail leading down from her flat stomach. Her taut abdomen accentuated her chest wonderfully. Her breasts had the sort of desirable round shape that teased men from the covers of magazines. Many men had described her breasts as perfect, including David once upon a time. They made a beautiful pair. David was classically handsome and also no stranger to the gym. A young lawyer with a promising future. They were a storybook couple in many respects. Until the fight. Rachel hated how the fight now defined their marriage. Rachel stared into her own eyes. Her face did justice to her smooth body, with cute, perfectly proportioned features. She wore very little makeup except for lipstick. She had a very girl next door look. Rachel pulled the clips from her dark brown hair letting it fall and rest several inches below her shoulders. She wasn't very adventurous with her hair, always keeping it clipped behind her head at work, or in a pony tail at the gym. Years ago in college she'd died it blonde for a year, when dying hair had been a popular activity at her sorority. Being a blonde had led to lower grades inexplicably. She was a very smart girl, studying to become a medical researcher. She didn't want to be taken less seriously by her professors so the dye job had to go. The steam from the bathtub began to cloud the mirror. Rachel poured herself a large glass of wine and sunk into the warm water. She closed her eyes and began imagining what David would bring her when he arrived home tonight. She pictured him walking in the door with a bag from Victoria's Secret and a grin on his face. He'd pass it to her sheepishly and she'd run upstairs to slip into a beautiful soft white camisole -- something from the bridal collection no doubt. She'd dress quickly and then reveal herself to him at the top of the stairs while he sat nervously on the sofa. He'd turn and stare at her appreciatively and she'd make her way seductively down the steps to stand in front of him. David would leap to his feet and take her into his arms kissing her deeply and guiding her back up stairs to the bedroom with a gentle hand on her back. Rachel sighed contently and allowed her hands to gently trace her mound in anticipation as she imagined David's loving embrace. She missed him a lot. The water began to chill as Rachel's mind wandered deeper into her fantasy. She had just began to stroke her slit when she was startled back to reality -- and the cooling water in the tub -- by the sound of the garage door opening. Rachel pulled the bath tub plug with her foot and propped herself up in the tub, reaching for a towel on the floor beside her. She carefully pulled herself out of the water and wrapped herself tightly in a fluffy towel. She stepped out of the tub onto the cool ceramic tile floors. "Rachel?" David called out from downstairs. "I'm just upstairs in the bath, I'll be right down," she called back enthusiastically. Rachel dried herself quickly before dropping the towel to the floor and slipping into a warm bathrobe on her way out the door. She padded softly down the hallway until she stood at the top of the stairs. David had shed his shoes, blazer and tie and was sitting quietly on the couch with two black unmarked bags beside him. He glanced up and gave her a shy smile as she walked down the stairs. She approached him in her barefoot and stared at the bags. "Are those for me?" "If you're sure you want to play this game, then yes," David seemed guarded. Rachel stood searching the bags for a label. Her fantasy of a camisole from Victoria Secret no longer seemed likely. "Where did you buy this from?" Rachel asked curiously. "A place downtown I'd heard about," David tried to gauge her reaction. Rachel didn't know of any underwear stores downtown. She swallowed hard and gave David a smile. "This is going to be fun," she tried to sound confident and she reached for the bags. David picked them up by their handles and passed them towards her. She was surprised by the weight and had to readjust them. "I'll just go upstairs and get ready then," she gave another smile, this one betraying her nervousness before turning and heading back upstairs with the bags. Her heart beat very fast as she reached the landing and turned into their bedroom. She placed the bags on the bed and took a deep breath. She decided to start by opening the smaller bag first. She crawled onto the bed and pulled the black plastic toward her. The cardboard inside was a tight fit and she had to turn the bag upside down and shake until the box slid out. The box was brown and had no markings except for a large "Made in Italy" stamp. Rachel popped the lid off and dug through the noisy tissue paper revealing a pair of black shoes. She pulled them from the box and gawked at them. They were unlike any shoes she'd ever owned. They were black made of leather with several small straps and clasps. They had two or three inch platforms and even longer sharp stiletto heels. She rolled them in her hands and made up her mind that they'd be almost impossible for her to walk in. What was David thinking? She rarely ever wore platforms much less stilettos, certainly never anything this tall. She swallowed hard and turned her attention to the other bag. She gently pulled away a layer of tissue paper on top until she could make out a cardboard package with fabric on the front. She pulled it out from the bag and read the packaging aloud. "Fishnet stockings?" Rachel had an uneasy feeling in her stomach as she reached back into the bag. She felt something large but covered in a soft fabric and pulled it from the bag. "What is this?" Rachel mumbled to herself as she turned it over in her hands. The top was covered in a scarlet red material and accentuated with black lace. Rachel held her breath as she realized it was a corset. Unlike any corset she'd ever seen before this one had small shelves where the cups covering her breasts should be. The back was a patchwork of straps leading to a single place to tie it closed. Rachel leaned back on the bed barely holding back tears. Putting this on would make her look like an expensive whore. She couldn't believe that David would bring this into their home. Not after she had gone through all the trouble of trying to repair their marriage with this game. Furious she grabbing the corset in her hand and stormed out of the room. "What the hell is this?" Rachel screamed from the top of the stairs holding the material in front of her like a piece of soiled laundry. David swung around in surprise. His mouth opened but no words came out as he stared at his furious wife holding the corset he'd bought for her at the sex store downtown. "You think I'm some sort of whore?" Rachel screamed, tears beginning to well in her eyes. "I'm your wife for fuck sakes." David was crushed. He swallowed and averted his eyes for a moment to consider his reply. "What the fuck is the matter with you," Rachel continued stammering. "You, you, pervert!" David clenched his fists. Furious. He rose slowly to his feet refusing to meet Rachel's eyes. Rachel sobbed and retreated from the staircase back to the bedroom. She threw the corset onto the floor and buried her face in her pillow. David appeared silently in the door a moment later. Rachel felt his presence and turned to stare at him with swollen eyes. She waited for him to speak. To say something, to apologize. David glanced at her once but remained silent. He walked to his closet and began pulling out several suits, hanging them on the closet's door knob. Rachel stifled her cries and watched in dread as he began selecting ties. Then he turned, gathering his clothes and headed for the door. "What are you doing?" Rachel croaked. "Leaving," he answered painfully. "David.... don't, we can fix this," Rachel's voice began to grow desperate as he exited through the door. She scratched and clawed her way off the bed dashing to the hallway after him. "David, don't do this!" She screamed after him as she collapsed in tears. David was visibly upset as he made his way downstairs and put on his coat and shoes. "I thought this was a safe place," he said quietly. "I thought we were trying new things." "We are David, we will fix things!" Rachel wailed. David stared at her for another moment his eyes betraying a look of resigned sadness, then anger. "I'm humiliated. This stupid game was your damn idea in the first place." He gathered his clothes and disappeared into the garage. By the time Rachel made it downstairs the garage door was already opening and David's Mercedes had roared to life. He ignored her pleas to stop and back down the driveway. The Game: Late Nights She ran back into the house, straight to the bedroom, and grabbed her phone. She called him constantly for the next six hours, hoping that he'd pick up, until she passed out with exhaustion around three o'clock in the morning. David's alarm clock woke Rachel the next morning. He was usually the first one awake so that he could grab a shower before Rachel monopolized the bathroom. She rolled over and silenced the alarm. The sheets on the bed were undisturbed except for the wrinkles where she'd slept in her bathrobe on top. She checked her phone. No messages or missed calls from David. She tried again, figuring he may be ready to talk -- the call went to voice mail after just two rings. She felt like crying but her tear ducts were dry. Iti felt as though she hadn't any water left in her body. She rolled off the bed and dragged herself to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and poured the rest of the unfinished bottle of wine down the sink. She felt miserable. The shower didn't help. Even though she'd woken up earlier than usual, concealing her puffy eyes took so long she ended up leaving for work late. She was used to David being gone before she left, but the house felt particularly empty this morning. She arrived at work and shunned the coffee room in favor of her private office. She immersed herself in her work and didn't look up from her desk until there was a soft knock at her door. She glanced at her clock, one-thirty. "Come in," she tried to sound confident. The door opened slowly and Amy and Sarah wordlessly shuffled into the room, closing the door behind them. "What happened Rachel?" Amy asked soothingly. She settled into one of the soft chairs across from Rachel's desk. "Marcie said you looked terrible when you came in this morning, and we didn't see you at lunch," Sarah settled beside Amy in another chair. Rachel was silent for a few more moments, as she fought back tears. Amy and Sarah exchanged concerned glances. "David left," Rachel choked out. "Oh my God, what happened?" Amy leaned closer. "Are you alright?" Rachel took a deep breath. "We've been having a lot of problems lately, we haven't had sex in months, so I thought maybe we'd try your game," Rachel looked up at Amy, who shared a confused look with Sarah before realizing what Rachel was referring to. "And?" Amy prompted. "Well he brought home this slutty little costume, and I didn't know he was attracted to prostitutes, and I said some things I shouldn't have, and he left," Rachel took a deep breath. "What did you say?" Sarah leaned forward in her seat and placed her hand on top of Rachel's to comfort her. "I," she started before stopping to take a deep breath. "I called him a pervert, and I told him I wasn't a whore." She swallowed hard. Amy and Sarah exchanged glances, before turning to face Rachel again. "Where did he go?" Sarah spoke softly. "I don't know," Rachel started sobbing. "He's not taking my calls and he took his clothes with him when he left last night." "Everything's going to be alright, he's just upset. He's probably at work," Amy soothed. "I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix this. I'm not a prostitute!" Rachel's voice rose to a hysterical whine. "Shh, calm down," Amy commanded and then began to laugh softly. "This isn't funny," Rachel gasped. "Rachel baby, he doesn't want a prostitute. He was just trying to ask you to spice things up. Every man appreciates something naughty once in awhile," Amy gave Rachel a wink. Rachel stared at Amy in shock. Then glanced to Sarah who was nodding her head. "You dress up like whores for your husbands?" Rachel asked incredulously. "I'm not pretending to be a whore, I'm just indulging my husband's fantasy to sleep with a naughty girl. It doesn't mean that he wants to be unfaithful," Amy explained slowly. "And it doesn't make them perverts," Sarah chimed in. "It's just a little bit of fun. Sometimes I like to give Steve a nice dirty fuck. It's a nice break for him from the rose petals and back rubs." Rachel sat in shock. "Marriages are partnerships," Amy spoke seriously. "Sometimes, a man just needs to feel like a man." Rachel was deep in thought and stared at her hands. "Are you okay Rachel?" Sarah asked, her voice laden with concern. "Yes, I just have to figure things out." "Well we'll be here if you need help, or just someone to talk to." Rachel raised her eyes and gave first Sarah and then Amy an appreciative smile. "Thanks." Amy and Sarah stood and let themselves out the door, closing it silently behind them. Rachel sat in silence for a few moments before reaching for her cell phone. Shea dialed David's office. "Thomson McKenzie Albert, how may I help you?" "Hello Todd, this is David's wife," Rachel started. "Yes Rachel, of course," Todd interrupted. "How are you?" It was obvious from Todd's tone that David must have given him some instructions should she call. "Not the best," Rachel replied. "I need your help." "Of course. What can I do to help?" Todd replied hesitantly. "I assume that David has told you not to put my calls through?" "I'm afraid so. I can put you through to voice mail so you can leave him a message," Todd sounded uncomfortable. "No don't bother, I've left him over a dozen voice mails already on his cell. I need you to get me the address where he's staying." "Rachel, you're putting me in a really bad position here. This is my job, David is my boss." "Please Todd, if I didn't think that our marriage was it stake I wouldn't ask. Please." "I can't Rachel. It could get me fired." "Todd, please. I'm desperate." "Sorry Rachel, really I am," the line went dead. Rachel collapsed back in her chair. Todd had been her last good hope. She needed to speak to David and she was out of ideas except driving to his work and following his car when he left. Her phone beeped -- she had a text message from an unknown number. "Hilton, Room 517" Rachel smiled with relief. "Thank you Todd," she spoke aloud to the empty room. She gathered her things and left the office early for the second day in a row. It was still mid-afternoon so there was very little traffic as she drove to the far side of town. She was looking for something specific and didn't want to run into anyone she knew. She pulled into the small secluded parking lot of a dingy sex shop. She felt exposed before she even left the car, as if someone she worked with was going to drive by and recognize her car. It was almost a relief when the tinted door closed behind her. She was immediately assaulted by the shops décor, a combination of bright gaudy colored toys and posters of women in various stages of undress. She was relieved that the store was empty except for a young woman sitting on a stool behind the counter watching a small TV. Rachel approached slowly and fidgeted until the clerk looked up. "Yes?" The woman could sense that Rachel was even more uncomfortable than most who wandered into the store. "I'd like to rent some movies." "They're downstairs," The young woman beckoned to a staircase with her hand and gave Rachel a counterfeit smile. "Thanks," Rachel mumbled and trudged further into the store. The stairway was narrow; it twisted around a corner and ended at the entrance to a basement swamped with bright fluorescent lights. The concrete floor was filled with shelving units filled with DVD cases. Signage at the top of each row described the movies on the shelf. Lesbian, Anal, Wall to Wall, Asian... Rachel swallowed and began to explore. She spent several minutes wandering before she found a shelf labeled "Most Popular". She breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed three cases randomly from the shelf. She walked quickly across the basement and back up the stairs. The clerk turned as she approached the counter again. "Did you find everything you were looking for?" The young woman grinned at Rachel's obvious embarrassment. "Yes," Rachel replied quietly. She could feel her face burning with embarrassment as she handed over the cases. The young woman scanned the bar codes and then turned to Rachel again. "Phone number?" "What for?" Rachel asked naively. "So that we can contact you if you don't return them on time." "Oh, of course," Rachel took a deep breath and then listed off her home phone number. She was thankful again that she was the only customer in the store. The clerk tapped on the keys, before turning back to Rachel. "David?" Rachel gave her a confused look. "That number is already in the system for a David," the young woman seemed to be losing patience. Yes of course, Rachel thought. If David was as cautious to avoid being discovered renting movies as she was, he probably would have driven to the shop across town too. "Sorry, yes that's my husband," Rachel tried to smile. "I'm going to need to see some I.D. then," the clerk toned impatiently. "Is that really necessary?" Rachel was uncomfortable with the idea. "Its so that I can confirm it matches the address already in the computer. If you're going to share the same number, I have to verify you share an address." Rachel nervously passed her drivers license to the young woman who turned back to the computer. Then Rachel had an idea. "Actually, is it possible that you could forget about these DVDs and just give me the last three my husband rented?" The clerk looked at her suspiciously. "We're not supposed to do that, you know for client confidentiality." "Please," Rachel pleaded. "I promise I won't tell a soul, and as you said, technically we're the same client." The clerk scowled at her for a moment before finally replying. "And your husband will never know?" "Never, I promise." "Ok, but if anyone asks, this was a coincidence. Got it?" Rachel nodded her head in agreement. The clerk typed a few more keys on the keyboard and fetched two nondescript DVD cases from the back shelf. "Only two of the last three in the rental history are available right now, did you want one of the ones you selected as well?" "No," Rachel blushed. "Just those two will be fine for now." The clerk rolled her eyes at the embarrassed woman but punched a few more keys on the computer. "And how will you be paying today?" "Cash," Rachel blurted. The clerk made change and Rachel darted out of the store and back into the safety of her car. She shoved the DVD cases and receipt into her purse. It was almost four-thirty by the time Rachel got back onto the freeway; rush hour traffic had begun to accumulate. It was already beginning to grow dark by the time she pulled into the garage and unlocked the empty house. Rachel didn't bother turning on the lights and instead darted up the stairs to the bedroom. She stripped out of her pencil skirt, blouse and brassiere and pulled one of her nightgowns over her head. She settled onto the bed and turned on the television perched atop David's dresser. She spent several minutes fiddling with all three remote controls until she managed to switch the system over to the DVD player. Then she retrieved the two generic plastic DVD cases from her purse. Rachel took a deep breath and opened the first case: "Naughty Housewives #5" The cover image was of a young blonde woman naked, crouched with her knees spread and her fingers buried between her legs. Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth formed a silent scream. In the second case: "Submissive Sluts: Collectors Edition" The cover of the second DVD was completely black except for the title which was written in a silver metallic script. Rachel stared at the discs for a few moments. She'd felt dirty just taking them out of the cases, wondering how many men had watched them and handled them without washing their hands. She pushed those thoughts from her mind and walked downstairs to fetch a bottle of wine and a clean glass before returning to the bedroom. "Here goes nothing," Rachel said aloud and slid Naughty Housewives into the DVD player. She poured herself a generous glass of wine and settled back on the bed as the DVD crept through the FBI warning. The first scene opened with the blonde from the disc cover wearing an outfit that would be considered inappropriate for the beach, much less cleaning the house. She fumbled her way through some terrible dialogue with a very handsome gardener before inviting him into her house. Rachel fidgeted uncomfortably as she watched the hardcore sex on the screen. She took big sips of wine while she mentally noted the dialogue and positions. By the time the film had finished an hour later Rachel had witnessed over a dozen different scenes. The bottle of wine was empty and her panties were damp. She'd paid close attention to the screen and had couldn't help but find herself aroused by the hard cocks and genuine moaning. She ejected the DVD from the machine, placed it gently back into its case and made her way downstairs to collect another bottle of wine. Fifteen minutes later Rachel was back on the bed with an Australian shiraz waiting for the special Collectors Edition of Submissive Sluts to begin. This movie obviously had a significantly higher budget than the fifth edition of Naughty Housewives . The first scene opened in the living room of a very luxuriously appointed home. A handsome middle-aged man sat on a white leather sofa. The camera panned slowly to the right revealing a young blonde crouching on the granite floors. She wore a tight white blouse that was so sheer that Rachel could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra. A very short skirt barely covered her panties, if she was wearing any at all. Based on the previous movie Rachel wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't. Straps from a garter belt connected to sheer black stockings that encased her long legs. Rachel recognized the blond's shoes, they were very similar to the pair that David had bought for her. Rachel sipped quietly at the glass of wine as the woman slowly licked her lips and made a show of presenting herself for the man on the couch. For his part he remained silent and calmly seemed to be enjoying the show. The blonde tilted forward, falling to her knees on the hard granite. She bowed her back thrusting her ass obscenely into the air and then slowly made a show of crawling towards the sofa. She stopped when she reached the man's feet. He reached down gathering her hair in his hand and pulled her to her knees. Rachel was transfixed by the subservience the young woman was displaying for this man. He treated her like a plaything to be used. Rachel knew she should feel mortified by the blatant objectification. Instead she found herself incredibly aroused. She had never considered that she might be submissive. Her eyes were glued to the screen as the actor filled the blonde's holes however he pleased. She was surprised that she was being turned on by the notion of surrendering her body to be used like a toy. Rachel finished the second bottle of wine in half the time it took her to down the first. She put the movie on pause and padded downstairs to locate a third. With each slightly off balance step down the stairs she felt her damp panties brush against her mound. She stopped at the landing to quickly pull them down her smooth thighs and leave them on the living room floor. She could feel the air against her wet slit as she searched through the wine cabinet for another bottle of something cheap. She practically ran up the stairs with another bottle of shiraz and giggled drunkenly as she flopped back onto the bed, her night gown crept up her thighs. She unpaused the film and refilled her glass. Rachel never slept naked; the feeling of the soft sheets on her naked mound felt naughty. The red headed woman on the screen moaned softly as she worshiped the shaft of her stoic partner. Ten minutes ago when the scene started Rachel had noted that she had been wearing a corset similar to the one David had selected for her. Now, Rachel's attention was transfixed to the woman's hands. One was firmly pumping the man's cock, the other was busy furiously stroking her own clit. Rachel couldn't look away as the starlet drove herself closer to orgasm with her slick fingers. Rachel's own hand drifted lower down her abdomen pulling gently on the fabric to expose her naked pussy as she continued to stare at the scene on the TV. Her own hips began to shift subconsciously back and forth in sync with the starlet on the screen. Then, for the first time that night, Rachel's fingers brushed her clit. Rachel felt a shock through her body, starting at the bud nestled between her legs and shooting up her spine before exploding in her head and sending a satisfying warmth coursing through her body. She couldn't help herself and a dull moan escaped her lips. The next brush of her fingers caused an identical reaction and within seconds Rachel had spread her legs obscenely and was furiously stroking her clit, occasionally dipping lower into her now drooling slit to lubricate her fingers. Rachel could feel an explosive orgasm building between her thighs. The moans and cries coming from the TV competed with her own as she furiously rubbed her cunt. Then it hit her. Starting as a sharp burst deep within her mound and building into a warm throbbing her orgasm roared forward. Rachel's muscles tightened and spasmed causing her hips to jerk wildly as she plunged her fingers deep inside her. Her body shuddered violently for over three minutes as the aftershocks claimed her. Her girl cum leaked from her slit down the crack of her ass. Rachel realized she had been holding her breath and forced herself to inhale. Her head swam from the effects of the wine and the endorphins pumping through her exhausted body. She fell into a deep sleep. Rachel woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. The movie had ended hours ago and the screen filled the room with a pale blue glow. Rachel glanced at the clock and realized she only had five minutes to get to work. Impossible. She reached for the bedside phone and called her office. For the first time, in over a year and a half, Rachel called in sick. Rachel quickly disengaged herself from the cheerful receptionist and collapsed back against the pillows. The bedroom smelled of sex. The sheets were still damp from Rachel's activity the night before. She rolled onto David's side of the bed trading her wet spot for dry sheets and the comfort of his scent. She fell back asleep for almost six hours before waking up and cursing herself again for drinking so much wine. She mustered the strength to finally crawl off the bed and make her way slowly to the bathroom. She started a warm bath and dug through the cabinet for some Advil. Her headache began to retreat after a few pills and about ten minutes relaxing in the warm water. The headache had been a real excuse but she was happy to have taken the day off. Having introduced herself to David's fantasies last night, Rachel was determined to make things right with him tonight. She had shaved her legs just two days ago but decided to do them again while she was in the tub. She wanted everything to be perfect. There was barely any stubble so it didn't take long. She gently stroked her legs and thighs with the shaver being careful to get every spot until she arrived at her mound. Rachel remembered that almost all of the women in David's movies were bare. Since she was a young girl she'd always kept her pussy trimmed short. As she'd grown older she'd become braver and sculpted her mound so that it would look tidy in a bikini. She'd experimented with landing strips for a few years too, but she'd never dared to shave it smooth before. She made up her mind quickly and in just a few moments she'd delicately rendered her pussy hairless. Rachel marveled at the difference. There hadn't been much hair to begin with there, but there was something about being smooth that felt naughty. The Game: Late Nights She couldn't help petting her smooth lips as she dried herself with a towel. She hoped David would approve. She wrapped the towel around her body and went in search of her purse. She found it in the hallway and dug through it until she found the piece of paper where she had copied David's hotel information after Todd had texted her. She used the internet browser on her smart phone to look up the number and gave it a call. The phone connected to a cheerful receptionist who was happy to confirm that David was staying at the hotel and transfer her call to his room. Rachel hung up before the first ring. She knew that David would be at work anyway at this hour. She breathed a sigh of relief that he was still at the Hilton. It was almost four o'clock already. Rachel headed back to the bedroom and shed her towel at the door. First things first, she put both DVDs back in their cases and hid them deep in her purse. She made a mental note to remember to return them on her way home from work tomorrow. Next she searched in the corner until she located the shoes, stockings and the corset that David had bought her, as well as the bag she had been too angry to continue looking through. She placed everything on the bed. After watching the movies she knew that wearing the shoes would make her already impressive legs look even longer and also force her to stand in such a way that it would accentuate her chest and ass. She was going to need some practice to walk in them without looking like a novice. Rachel sat on the edge of the bed and began to roll-up the fishnet stockings so that she could slide them on without ripping. The webbed material felt strange as she pulled them up her thighs. She had to admit they did make her legs look even more feminine and desirable. It took several minutes to discover how the straps on the shoes worked but after figuring out the first one the second shoe went much faster. The straps flowed around her ankles and up her calves and complimented the fishnet stockings wonderfully. Rachel stood up, feeling several inches taller. She wobbled on the sharp stiletto heels but began to get the hang of them after four or five laps around the room. The trick was to make sure to place one foot directly in front of the other. Her balancing act had the added effect of adding a sensual sway of her hips to her normal walk. It also caused her thighs to gently rub her now hairless mound. The act of walking in the shoes was beginning to warm Rachel up. She sat down on the bed again and began to unclasp the expensive corset, before remembering that she still hadn't explored what else was in the bag. She turned it upside down and dumped the contents onto the sheets. The first thing Rachel noticed was a choker about two and a half inches in diameter. The outside was made of rough black leather, the side that was designed to go against her neck was much smoother. The clasp was a simple design. The entire choker was very simple except for a polished silver ring attached to the front. Rachel recognized it as being very similar to the costumes worn by the women in the Submissive Sluts video. She knew that this choker, or collar as she realized it was now, was a signal of submission. She didn't know before that David had been interested in control games, but the collar seemed like a pretty big hint. Rachel placed the collar down atop the corset and dug through the tissue paper. She found a strap and pulled it from the pile. It was a tiny black garter belt, made of the same stretchy material as the fish net stockings. She quickly stepped through the belt, careful to maintain her balance in the tall shoes, and pulled it up her legs until it sat atop her hips. Rachel struggled to fasten the stockings to the clips hanging from the belt. It was a lot of work, especially since the stockings were elastic enough to stay up on their own. Still she couldn't argue with the effect, they did look very naughty. Rachel gathered the tissue paper to put it back in the bag when she noticed one more item. A very small piece of rubberish material. Rachel turned it over in her hands several times trying to figure out its purpose. On one end was a large hole, on the other three smaller holes, two larger round openings and one smaller oval shape. She pulled on the fabric several times before she finally realized what it was. Rachel unhooked the garter belt straps and carefully maneuvered both feet through the largest hole, navigating one leg through each of the smaller holes on the other side. The material was very tight and Rachel had to fight to pull it up her thighs and over her hips. The tight material clung like a second skin to her firm bottom. Both globes of her ass escaped out the bottom of the panties giving her ass a devilishly slutty appearance. Rachel had managed to put on her first pair of latex panties. Most adventurous of all however is that the third oval shaped hole in the bottom stretched from the top of her mound to the middle of her ass, leaving her crotch and asshole completely exposed. She reattached the garter belt to her stockings. Rachel gave herself a slow once over. She had never seen herself look so wanton before. She was surprised to discover that her slit was already beginning to leak in anticipation. She'd always been such a strong willed woman she was very confused by her sudden desire to be used. She panicked for a moment as she thought about how she was going to manage to put on the corset by herself. Then turning it over in her hands she found that there were small straps on the side that would allow her to put it on loosely and adjust the tightness afterward. She decided to tackle it in the same way she would a bra. Rachel put the corset on backwards and struggled to close the clasps. She sucked in her stomach and held her breath to relieve some of the pain from the framing poking into her large chest. The last hook in place she shimmed the corset around her petite frame until her naked breasts settled onto the shelves at the top of the corset. The fabric cinched at her frame even before Rachel pulled on the straps to tighten it. She pulled the corset as tight as was comfortable. Her large breasts rose and fell with the corset as she took several deep breaths to calm herself. She stood up from the bed, steadying herself on the heels, and grabbed the collar. Her heels clicked as she strode across the bathroom's ceramic tiles to the mirror. She admired her reflection. She looked absolutely wanton in the sexy outfit. She hoped David wouldn't be disappointed. Slowly she fumbled with the choker until she managed to close the clasp. The collar changed the entire outfit from powerful seductress to submissive toy. She shuddered at the realization; she felt the moisture running down her thighs as she turned from the mirror and headed back to the bedroom. The clock said it was five-thirty. Rachel had lost most of the day to sleep. She retrieved her cell phone from the night stand and selected David's office from the address book. "Thomson McKenzie Albert, how may I help you?" "Todd, its me." "Ah, hi Rachel. You got my text?" Todd sounded nervous. "Yes, yes thank you, you're the best," Rachel replied enthusiastically. "But I need another favor." "Rachel, I'd really like to help you but I've already risked my job here..." Todd began before Rachel interrupted. "Yes, I know and I'm so grateful. I just need one little thing. When will David be leaving for the hotel tonight?" "Oh," Todd was silent for a moment. "He actually left about fifteen minutes ago. He took a folder of documents with him though." "Do you know if he was planning to stop for dinner or anything?" Rachel pleaded. "Not so far as I know. He gave the impression he was planning a night in." "Thank you so much Todd, I'm so grateful." Rachel said goodbye and hung up. She paused for a moment in thought and then made her way to the bathroom, practicing the sexy sway of her hips on the way. She flicked on all of the lights and sat down at the counter. She struggled to open the bottom drawer comfortably in the corset but managed to retrieve her makeup bag. Rachel chose a shade of dark red lipstick that she'd purchased for a Halloween costume two years ago -- it happened to be a reasonably close match to the scarlet red material in the corset. Some dark eye shadow and mascara completed the sultry look. Next Rachel brushed her hair and began to collect it into a pony tail before reconsidering. She decided to wear it down instead. She skipped the perfume opting to go with her natural scent instead, which if the slickness between her thighs was any indication, was full of pheromones. Rachel took a deep breath and checked herself over one last time before turning off the lights and exiting the bathroom. She grabbed her purse and a small tube of sexual lubricant from her nightstand before heading down the stairs. She didn't know if she'd need it but figured it couldn't hurt. The house had grown dark as the sun went down. Rachel decided not to turn on the lights to avoid giving any curious neighbors a peek at her outfit for the evening. She carefully navigated the dark living room until she found the coat closet. She rummaged through her outerwear without finding any seasonally appropriate coats that would cover her exposed ass. She settled for one of David's trench coats. He was much taller than she was but the extra height from the heels made it look a little less ridiculous. She tied the coat around her waist and headed for the garage. The coat smelt of David and Rachel had to dab at her eye to stop a tear from ruining her makeup. Rachel had to open the coat in order to swing her legs into her BMW sedan. She made a mental note to be careful not to flash the entire world when she exited. The drive across town to the Hilton seemed to take forever. Even in the trench coat Rachel felt exposed every time a car would pass her on the freeway or pull up beside her at a stop light. If her mind was anxious, her slit was impatient. She could feel her arousal leaking between her legs and worried that there would be a noticeable stain on the coat. She was relieved to find that there weren't many people outside when she pulled up to the hotel. Unfortunately the ritzy Hilton didn't have the option to park your own car so she had to pull up in front of the valet station. She tried to get out of the car before the young man made it to her door but didn't succeed. Rachel blushed as she swung her leg out of the car, knowing full well that the valet like caught a glance of her outfit and hairless mound. The young man passed her the valet ticket and said nothing, as if young women wearing slutty outfits beneath trench coats was a common occurrence for a Hilton valet. Maybe it was. Oh God she hoped he didn't assume she was a prostitute. She avoided eye contact and made her way inside the hotel as quickly as she could in the tall shoes. The lobby was very bright and her shoes clicked loudly on the tile floor. She could feel the other guests' eyes burning through the thin trench coat as she moved noisily over the floor. Rachel decided she needed to make a pit stop before the next stage of her plan and veered towards the dark lounge instead of the elevator bank. She was grateful for the dim lights of the bar. A young woman was behind the counter drying glasses. She greeted Rachel with a smile. "What can I get you?" "Do you have scotch?" Rachel's voice wavered nervously. "Absolutely. I've got everything from an old Highland Park to a young Glenlivet. Anything in particular?" "I'll take four fingers of the Glenlivet," Rachel smiled awkwardly. "With lots of ice please." The bartender nodded and turned to fetch a glass. Rachel took the opportunity to look around the lounge. It was nicely appointed, and gratefully empty. She slumped onto a stool and took a deep breath. "Special night out with the husband?" Rachel turned to find the bartender holding a rocks glass filled to the brim with ice cubes and a few ounces of amber liquid. "How'd you guess?" Rachel relaxed a little. "The prostitutes don't normally wear wedding rings," the young woman smiled as Rachel began to blush. She turned to finish drying the glasses and left Rachel alone with her whisky. She quickly polished off the young scotch. She could feel the alcohol already beginning to warm inside her. She pulled two twenties from purse and placed them on the bar counter before making her way out of the lounge. Rachel walked quickly over to the bank of elevators under the bright lights of the lobby. Thankfully it took only a second for an elevator door to open after pressing the button. Rachel quickly stepped inside and pressed the button for the fifth floor. The elevator had almost closed when a young blonde woman stopped the door with her hand and stepped inside. She was wearing a short blue cocktail dress and strappy gladiator style heels. She pressed the button for the sixth floor and then retreated into the opposite corner. She gave Rachel a smile after the doors closed. "Beautiful night," the blonde made small talk. "Yes, beautiful," Rachel replied quietly. She noticed the young woman didn't have a wedding ring. The door chimed at Rachel's floor and she moved to exit. "Have fun," the blonde offered with a smile as Rachel left. Rachel felt the material of the trench coat gently brushing against her naked breasts. It was a strange but not unpleasant sensation. Her nipples had grown very hard. She pulled the coat tighter around her body and searched the hall signage for room 517. It took a few minutes to navigate the corridors before she found 517. Luckily the halls had been empty. She stared at the door. She hoped David was on the other side. Rachel stepped forward until her body was just inches from the door. She didn't want him to be able to see her clearly through the peep hole. She took a deep breath and allowed the trench coat to fall from her body. Then she knocked. She felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable standing in her revealing lingerie in the hallway. She could have kept the coat on until after he opened the door, but for some reason this felt like a better plan. Silence. Rachel stood in the hallway pressed against the door for what seemed like forever without any sounds from the room, she knocked again. Foot steps, slowly approaching. Rachel could feel the anticipation flowing between her legs. The foot steps stopped. More silence and then Rachel could hear the door lock being shifted. She allowed herself to exhale, and the door opened. Rachel moved back from the door slightly allowing her legs to spread. She arched her back thrusting her naked breasts forward and threaded her fingers behind her back like she had seen in the submissive sluts movie. David stared at her in shock. He was speechless. He had abandoned his suit from work in favor of a pair of comfortable flannel pajama bottoms and a white cotton tshirt. Rachel let the silence hang in their air for a few moments. She watched her husbands face as he continued to gawk at her exposed body -- a body he'd never seen this way before and had only dreamed about. "May I come in... master?" Rachel purred. She'd been planning that line since the second bottle of wine last night. David couldn't speak, but he did manage to shift sideways in the doorway so that she could enter. Rachel considered it an invitation and stepped out of the public hallway and into the privacy of David's suite. She turned to face him but he was busy bending over to collect the trench coat from the floor of the hallway. He checked the hall to see if anyone had watched his wife's arrival. Rachel stood awkwardly waiting while he closed the door and turned to face her. She stared into the face of the man she had married just a few short years ago. It looked older now, from stress, but still very handsome. He stared back at her, probing her eyes for an explanation -- no small feat considering her full naked breasts and damp cunt were so obscenely displayed. "How did you know where I was?" David seemed to be recovering from his shock. "I called a half dozen hotels until I found you'd checked in here, I got lucky" Rachel lied. David opened his mouth to speak but, paused to consider his words. "I don't know what to say Rachel... I wasn't expecting... this," David almost whispered. Rachel could see the battle between anger and arousal that was waging in his mind. "You don't have to say anything," She did her best to give him a reassuring smile. She knew David knew her well enough to see the stress of the last few days on her face. She glanced down. It was impossible for David to hide the large tent in the flannel pajama pants. Rachel decided it was time to take things to the next level. She took a step towards David, taking him by surprise. They were so close now that Rachel could feel his cock pressing into her abdomen. Her naked breasts rubbed against his shirt covered chest. She raised her eyes to meet his. It was clear arousal had won. His eyes burned with a desire Rachel had never seen before. "Let's not talk tonight," Rachel purred. She pulled his shirt over his head before hooking her fingers on the elastic band of his pants. David watched dumbstruck as she she gently dragged them down his hips. "Right now all I want is your thick cock... master." Rachel allowed herself to sink towards the floor. She bent her knees until she was balancing on the sharp heels, with her legs spread obscenely and her butt just inches from the floor. David's pants slipped past his thighs allowing his hard throbbing cock to spring free. Rachel captured the shaft with her left hand and guided it to her lips. She kissed it gently before allowing her small pink tongue to dart out and lick it slowly. Rachel heard David moan softly as she worshiped his dick. She was more turned on then she'd ever been before. She'd given David blow jobs before but it had always been a chore, something she did to make him happy on special occasions. Never before had Rachel felt so sensual as she did now, crouched between her husbands legs. She was enjoying the taste of his throbbing cock and her submission to his raging need. She opened her mouth to accommodate him and he slid his dick into her hot mouth. She sealed her lips around his shaft and massaged his most sensitive skin with her lips. She flicked her tongue across his slit drawing the first traces of his leaking seed deeper down her throat. Rachel had closed her eyes and relished the feeling of his cock slipping past her lips. David softly combed his fingers through her hair before growing bolder and guiding her deeper onto his shaft with his hands. Rachel moaned around her husbands dick as he used her body for his pleasure. She raised her gaze without releasing his cock from her mouth. David's arousal was written across his face. His lips were parted, his handsome brow furled with concentration and his eyes -- his deep blue eyes - filled with a vulgar lust, stared straight back at her own. Rachel could no longer ignore the primal throbbing between her thighs. Spreading her legs as far as her balance would allow, she sunk a finger into her slit. The burst of pleasure that shot from her cunt distracted her momentarily from David's dick and interrupted the pace. He groaned in frustration, pushing more firmly on the back of her head until she was taking him deeper in her warm wet mouth. Rachel released her death grip on his shaft and steadied herself by grasping his defined ass. Rachel's juices drooled from her cunt as she slammed her finger in and out of her tight hole. David watched the show with perverse fascination. He'd never seen his conservative wife play with herself before. The Game: Late Nights Rachel's moaning became more urgent, sending soft vibrations through David's dick. She could tell by the pulsing warmth in his shaft as it slipped past her lips that he was getting close. She studied his face for clues. His eyes never wavered from her pussy. She wanted to push him further. She allowed his cock to slip from her lips and captured it with her free hand, startling him from his trance. His cock, slick with her saliva, slipped easily through her fingers as she pumped his cock inches from her face. "Do you like that master?" Rachel asked in a sultry voice. The familiar look of surprise returned to David's face; he stood in shocked silence. "Do you like it when I play with my cunt for you?" Rachel stared into his face as she recited the line. It was the first time she'd ever said the word "cunt". David nodded his head, his hips had begun to thrust in subconscious response to her small hand on his dick. In a split second Rachel made a decision she knew would send him over the edge. She pulled her fingers from her dripping cunt and raised them slowly to her mouth. She could smell her scent as she slipped them into her mouth, tasting herself purposely for the first time. She sealed her lips as she withdrew her fingers, leaving her sweet flavor to linger on her tongue. "Your slut's cunt tastes good," she purred. David tensed as his cum passed the point of no return. Rachel felt his dick began to twitch and sealed her lips around his shaft. She breathed deeply through her nose as David's cum pumped into her mouth. David was silent, he was holding his breath as Rachel swallowed spurt after spurt of his load. When his cock finally calmed, Rachel gently withdrew. She savored his taste and wore the cum that leaked from her mouth like a badge of honor. She began to softly lap at his shaft, cleaning his dick as the last remnants of his load leaked from the tip. David finally inhaled, pumping oxygen back into his tense muscles. He emerged from his post-orgasmic glow to find Rachel still submissively crouched between his legs using her finger to guide the cum that had escaped into her mouth. She looked at him submissively as she stroked his painfully-sensitive dick. "Careful, it's sensitive," he spoke quietly as his cock began to soften in her hand. "Yes master," she cooed playfully as she released his dick. "That was great," he stared at her warmly and gently stroked her hair. "We're not done yet," she gave him a mischievous grin and struggled to her feet in the tall heels. "I'm all yours tonight. I'm your property to be used," she spoke huskily as she stepped closer to him again. His eyes were drawn to her perfectly shaped breasts as they spilled from the corset shelves. She looked more beautiful than he could have ever imagined when he'd purchased the outfit. Rachel ground her wet mound against his thigh. "I'm going to need some time to recover," he smiled at her sheepishly as he dropped his hands to cup her latex covered ass. "Maybe I can help," Rachel licked her lips and stepped away from him. He released her round cheeks reluctantly. Her eyes lingered on her husband's naked body, standing in the hotel room hallway. He looked so masculine and dominating. His thick cock hung between his legs; it looked powerful and was already beginning to show signs of life again. She turned away from him and made her way to the suite's bedroom. Her practiced walk forced her hips to way seductively. One foot in front of the other as she made her way to the bed. She couldn't hear him following her, but she knew he wasn't far behind. Without pausing to search for him, she raised first one knee and then the other to kneel on the edge of the bed. The tall stiletto heels dangled over the edge as she shifted into position, spreading her knees and lowering her heavy chest to the sheets. She knew he would be staring now. The tight latex panties held her ass cheeks apart revealing her drenched slit and tight virgin hole. She braced herself with one hand while the other snaked its way between her thighs. She drove it deep into her wet cunt before slowly dragging it up her slit to her sensitive cunt. She shuddered as her fingers made contact. She threw her head back and moaned. David watched hungrily from the other side of the room. Her slick hairless mound seemed to glow in the dull lighting. The room was filled with her scent. David was already rock hard again. He stepped closer to the bed as her moans began to become gasps. "Don't you dare cum without my permission you little slut," he hissed. Rachel, only moments away from orgasm was startled by David's voice beside her. She withdrew her fingers from her quivering cunt as if she'd been burned. She turned her head toward the command. She looked first to his face, where warm eyes reassured her of her husbands love, then quickly lower, to his stiff-again cock. He reached for her neck, she inhaled sharply with surprise and winced preemptively. He ignored her fear and hooked a finger through the silver ring. She opened her eyes as she felt herself being led by the collar, a strange but incredibly arousing feeling. He pulled her forward until her head rested near the side of the bed. Rachel focused on the cock in front of her face. She couldn't capture the shaft with her mouth because her head was pressed into the mattress, so instead she stuck her tongue out and gently began lapping at his testicles. He moaned in response and tightened his grip on her collar. Rachel was incredibly turned on. She felt addicted to the feeling of utter and complete submission to the pleasure of her husband. She allowed her tongue to probe lower, exploring the soft flesh between the base of his dick and his ass hole. He tensed and his body shook, so she moved even further, allowing her tongue to trace around his back door. Rachel's cunt throbbed. Suppressing her prudish nature, she drew her tongue back and forth lapping at his forbidden areas. David was lost to ecstasy, savoring the feeling of Rachel's small pink tongue bathing his ass hole. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Rachel gasped with surprise and disappointment as David released the collar and took a step back. Roughly he grabbed a leg and turned her onto her back. Rachel instinctively opened her legs for him. David paused to admire her form. Her hair was a mess, a few strands clung to her face but most of it fanned out behind her on the mattress. Her eyes stared lustfully at his cock. Her small nose flared with every breath and her red lips pursed with anticipation. Her cheeks were flushed and her skin glowed with arousal. The black leather collar contrasted with her fair skin and the silver ring advertised her submission as his toy. Her large perfect breasts stood proudly on her chest and rose and fell with each excited breath. The scarlet corset cinched her waist and covered most of her flat stomach except for the band of smooth skin visible above the garter belt. The belt itself sat atop the skin tight panties which framed Rachel's newly naked cunt. Her juices drooled from her swollen lips leaving a trail of sex down the crack to her firm ass, leaving the black latex smeared with her juice. Her toned thighs, covered only by the garter straps leading to the fishnet stockings encasing her legs, were spread obscenely. The pointed platform heels dug into the mattress to provide leverage as she gently rocked her hips. And her hands? Rachel used them to spread her swollen lips for him. Her fingers slipping as they tried to hold open her wet gash. David couldn't wait any longer. He knelt on the bed between her legs. His cock bounced against his stomach as he maneuvered himself into position between her thighs. Then stopping, he crouched bringing his face just inches from her mound. Rachel held her breath with anticipation. David slowly moved closer gently blowing her twitching clit. Rachel shuddered and mewed with need. His warm breath felt cool when it made contact with her drenched lips. She gently thrust her hips upwards, hoping to find relief. He abandoned the teasing and extended his tongue to trace her slit. Rachel gasped and her body tensed at the touch. David grew bolder as she relaxed. He drove his tongue faster and faster across her sensitive knot, occasionally stopping to gather more lubrication from her slit. Rachel closed her eyes as she felt the waves of pleasure crashing through her body, washing away her self control as she drove closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. She grasped a breast in each hand, kneading them roughly and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Rachel groaned in frustration as David abandoned her clit again to gather wetness from her slit, then gasped in surprise as his tongue dropped lower to tease her tight ass hole. She spread her legs even wider, if that were possible and gently bit her bottom lip. "Everything," she purred. "Everything belongs to you." David pressed firmly and drew his tongue from her ass hole back up to her clit before sealing his lips around it and sucking hard. Rachel's head exploded. She felt an incredible pressure between her legs, slowly pushing outwards from her cunt and filling her with a warmness. Then an intense, all-consuming pleasure as Rachel experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. Her lungs refused to accept oxygen and her muscles tensed uncontrollably. Her back arched forcing her mound against David, who dutifully kept his lips sealed around her throbbing clit. Then the first, then second and third aftershocks. Her pussy was drenched. Finally David released her sensitive nub and her body collapsed. Rachel gasped for breath. Her chest shook tensely and her legs quivered. She closed her eyes and reveled in the stars flashing before her eyes with the lids closed. David drove his thick cock deep inside her in one thrust catching her by surprise. Her hips immediately moved to meet his thrusts, as she exploded again. Her slick pussy lips clung to his broad shaft as it pounded deeper. Her clit brushed against his root with every thrust. Rachel gasped and shook as orgasm after orgasm rocked her petite frame. She clung to the sheets with both hands while he roughly took her. His balls slammed against her ass with each push. He drove further inside of her than he had ever dared before. He felt his cock pushing against her cervix as she ground her pelvis against his. He growled and reached for her collar, hooking the loop with his finger and forcing her head up. Her eyes flew open and met his with a gaze of wanton submission. She pressed her breasts together and stared into his lust-filled eyes. "Take everything," she hissed. David didn't understand, but took the opportunity to roughly grab her breast. She moaned and continued to stare directly into his eyes. "Take everything," she said again, this time more forcefully. "I'm your filthy little slut." Rachel stopped thrusting. Confused David withdrew until his dick slid out of her drenched hole with an audible slosh. Rachel released her breasts and scooted several inches further down the bed, then she raised her hips up further, forcing her legs back, and finally used her hands to spread her ass cheeks. David looked at Rachel's wanton invitation, and then back up to her face. "It's yours. Take it," she hissed again. David couldn't believe this was happening. His hand shook as he gripped his cock and gently stroked it along her slit, covering it in her natural lubricant. Rachel thought of the lubricant in her purse, but decided to remain silent. She didn't want to interrupt this moment. She watched with pride as her husband pointed his hard dick at her most private hole. She shuddered as she felt the tip of his cock make contact with her well lubricated ass. He paused, worrying that her shudder had been a sign of discomfort. Rachel raised her eyes to meet those of her husband. "Do it. Fuck my tight ass with your big cock" she growled. David pushed past her sphincter. Her tight hole clamped around the head of his cock as soon as he was inside. Rachel moaned uncontrollably as the unfamiliar sensation flooded through her. Her hips rocked involuntarily pulling him further inside her. David began to pull out slowly, but Rachel stopped him. She rose onto her elbows causing her breasts to bounce. Her eyes were glued to David's dick disappearing into her tight hole. "Deeper," she moaned. David looked at her surprised. When he didn't move, she looked up to meet his stare. "I want to see you all the way inside me," she moaned. "Bury your cock in your slut, Master." David moaned. And reached out to grab the ring on her collar again. Then he forced his cock deeper into his wife's ass. Rachel closed her eyes and whimpered as he pushed, inch by inch, further into her tight hole. Rachel's ass burned from the invasion. She felt as though she were being split in two. Rachel was overwhelmed by a feeling of bliss and fulfillment as her husband had his way with her virgin ass. Finally the base of David's cock wedged between the cheeks of her ass. "I'm all the way in," he panted. Rachel opened her eyes and groaned at the sight of her husbands cock buried to the hilt in her ass. She was overcome with a sense of contentment at the submission. "Are you close master?" Rachel asked softly. David nodded in ecstasy as he committed the image of her ass clamped around his dick and her swollen shaven mound to memory. "Good," she panted. "Let me finish you." Rachel used her hips to gently rock back and forth fucking David's dick with her ass. The move caught David by surprise. He could feel his cum beginning to boil. Rachel watched David's face as he built quickly towards orgasm. "I'm such a dirty girl," she moaned. "Taking your big, hard cock deep in my tiny little ass." David could only grunt in response as he fought to extend his release. "Shoot your cum deep in my ass, Master," Rachel cooed. She knew David wouldn't be able to handle much more. "I'm your little fuck toy," Rachel panted. "I'm your dirty little slut." David roared and grabbed hold of her by the waist pushing himself as deep as he could. It felt like Rachel's insides were ripping as his cock drove in deeper. Then she felt his cum. A warm stream pumping from his throbbing cock deep inside her ass. He stayed like that for several minutes. Her ass muscles milked the last drops of cum from his shaft as they pushed his softening cock out. It was a surreal moment for Rachel as the prim and proper wife felt her husbands cock slip from her ass. She still felt full, still felt stretched. She could still feel his cum inside her, slowly dripping out. David rolled over and collapsed beside her on the bed. He was breathing heavily. His muscled form covered in sweat and sex. Rachel rolled towards him and slowly traced his chest with her finger. Her breasts pressed against his side. Rachel and David lay like this for several minutes. Neither speaking, just breathing deeply and being close. "What was that?" David finally asked softly staring at the ceiling. Rachel hesitated for a moment, and then rolled herself gently on top of him. She spread her thighs, and straddled David's soft cock. She leaned in close, dragging her breasts up his chest until she was staring him right in the eyes. Then she kissed him. A long, loving kiss. When she withdrew David could see tears in her eyes. "I don't want to fight anymore," she whispered. "I love you so much David." He cradled her face in his hands and drew her close so that he could kiss her cheek. "I love you too, baby. I love you too."