0 comments/ 46454 views/ 12 favorites Your Turn Ch. 02 By: Explorer222 In Chapter 1 Janice and Charles begin playing their special game where they take turns picking a third person to add variety and spice to their sex life for one night. They are in a hotel restaurant, and it is Janice's turn. Together they entice a handsome man named William, who turns out to be a very alpha male. After some exciting goings on in the restaurant William takes them up to their hotel room. You will enjoy this chapter more if you go back and read Chapter 1 first. As always your feedback is appreciated. * It took me a few minutes to put myself back together, and by that time William had led Janice out of the restaurant. The orgasm that I had experienced was one for the record books, and the underside of the table bore the evidence. God that was hot! When I got to the lobby they were waiting by the elevators. He had his arm around her, with his hand on her hip possessively pulling her against him. It was clear from her posture and the look in her eyes that she was still highly aroused. The elevator doors opened and we got in, joining a middle aged couple who were also going up. "What floor is your room on?" asked William, directing the question to me as he slid his hand from Janice's hip to her ass. He had metamorphosed from cautious stranger to dominant male. "Your wife has invited me to come to your room." As the doors closed the other people looked at my red face and downcast eyes and whispered to each other. My humiliation was obvious to everyone in the elevator. I was both embarrassed and excited by seeing this man blatantly feel my wife's ass in front of strangers and having her accept it. "We're on twenty-one," I said. William pushed the button and turned to the other couple. "Your floor?" "Seventeen," said the man, his eyes on Janice's ass and the hand that was massaging it. The woman stared straight ahead, her jaw clenched. With a soft hum the car started upward. "Don't you think she has a nice rear end?" William said to the man. "Yes indeed," said the man. "Howard!" exclaimed his wife. William was not through humiliating me. "Her husband has been kind enough to offer her to me. I am going with them to their room, where I intend to fuck her brains out. What do you think of that?" "Goodness..." said the woman. Howard's eyes got wide, but he wisely kept his mouth shut. The elevator stopped and they got out, the woman almost running. William was chuckling, enjoying himself immensely at my expense. As for my wife Janice, she was standing with her eyes closed, meekly accepting William's roving fingers. We got out on our floor and I led them down the hall. I could hear little gasps coming from Janice as he pinched her butt. "You like this don't you Charles," he said. "I'll bet you're hard again already. Power is an aphrodisiac, even for the cuckolded husband. In the good old days it wasn't unusual for a bride groom to get off watching the feudal lord claim his right to fuck the bride on the first night. Janice knows this and is going to submit to whatever I want, right in front of you. Right Janice?" "Yes sir. Charles is going to enjoy watching you have your way with me." As the elevator continued upward I thought about what William had said. It was certainly true that I was turned on by the idea of the power he had over me as well as Janice. Maybe it was nature's way of guaranteeing that the strong males made more babies than the weak ones. The sexual pleasure that came from acquiescing when the alpha male took your woman kept you from interfering. We had reached our door. As I fumbled with the key, William pushed Janice up against the wall and kissed her. She went limp in his arms, offering her lips. My cock strained in my pants. The door opened and I went in to turn on the lamp on the desk. The overhead light would have been much too bright. William grabbed Janice's hair and pulled her in behind him, like a caveman bringing a captured woman back to his liar. He kicked the door closed behind him and looked at me. "Make me a drink," he snarled. Our room was a large suite with a kitchenette and separate bedroom. I went to the mini refrigerator and began pulling out all the little bottles of liquor. We were all going to need a drink, or two, or three. William had taken off his necktie and was using it to bind Janice's hands behind her back. Her eyes were hot. "What kind of drink would you like?" My voice was quivering with excitement as I played my role. It was like William was the king and I was bringing him gifts of wine and women. "Scotch," he said. "Straight, on ice." My hand shook as I pulled out the ice tray and popped a couple of cubes into a glass. He was watching me and noticed the small tub of ice cream in the freezer. "What else have you got in there?" he asked. "Some rum raisin ice cream," I said. He smiled. "Good. I may have a use for that later." With a flourish he finished tying Janice's hands and turned her around. "Look at her. Isn't she beautiful, so helpless and vulnerable, and so so hot. See how her hard little nipples are pushing against her dress. She can't wait for me to pinch them and put my hand on her pussy—again." "Yes she is beautiful," I said, handing him his drink. "This is what she wanted tonight." "Is that right, Janice? Is this what you wanted to happen?" Before she could respond he slapped her on the cheek, hard enough to make her eyes water. It was a gesture of power and control, and it let her know that what was coming was not going to be gentle. She whimpered but thrust her body forward, offering herself. I was frozen in place, knowing that she did not want me to rescue her even if I could. Without thinking I twisted the cap off of the bottle in my hand and poured the contents down my throat. William laughed. "Your slutty wife needs it bad. You have obviously not been enough of a man for her. Now get over here and bare those nice tits for me." He sat in a comfortable chair and watched as I put down the bottle and approached my wife. She squared her shoulders and gave me little smile. From past experiences I knew she was proud of her tits and liked to have them admired. I walked her into position in front of William, so that her chest was only a few feet from his face. Then I went behind her and reached around to start loosening the buttons. "Stop," he ordered after the second button. "She is not wearing a bra and I want to see her flesh exposed gradually. Position the dress so that I can see the slopes of her breasts but not the nipples." I undid one more button and pulled the dress to the sides. The fabric was hanging on her stiff nipples like a dish cloths on hooks. My wife's tits stood high and proud, the creamy skin tight and inviting. William took a deep breath. I pushed the hardness in my pants up against her ass. "Simply irresistible," he said. His arm came up and his fingers caressed the exposed slopes of her breasts. The teasing was driving us all crazy. With a diabolical grin he gave me my next instruction. "Feel her nipples through her dress for me Charles. Tell me what they feel like." My fingers flicked against her. She sighed and twitched her ass, making me grow another inch. "They feel like ripe olives," I said. "Tight and firm, but with a certain softness." "Does she like it when you feel them?" "Oh yes, don't you Janice?" Her answer was a moan from deep in her throat. She had closed her eyes and her hips were beginning a slow rotation. "What does she like you to do to them?" "She likes them teased with my tongue and nipped with my teeth. She also likes me to squeeze her tits hard while I am doing it." I could not believe I was giving all my wife's secrets to this stranger. He was going to use what I told him to stimulate her to fuck him with total abandon right in front of me. I could see it in the way her body was moving. "Do you think she is wet right now?" he asked, still teasing us. "For sure," I said. "Let's see." He slid his hand up her leg under her dress. Since her panties had been removed during dinner, there was nothing in his way. "OOOHHHH......" Her moans were definitely getting louder. "It's your turn, babe," I whispered to her. "Is this what you want? Are you enjoying it?" Part of me was hoping she would say no so that I could escape from this humiliating situation. But it was not to be. "God yes," she gasped and pushed her pelvis against William's exploring fingers. "I want you to give me to William and do whatever he tells you. It's my turn and I want us to be under his control, both of us." This was beginning to get scary. William had a sinister smile on his face, and I didn't know what he might do. He seemed to have a strange power over my wife. "What if he orders me to suck him? You know I don't go for that." Her hips were moving in a slow circle, her eyes were tightly closed. My cock was a steel rod against her ass, and she gave it a gentle squeeze as she reminded me of our deal. "Remember when it was your turn and you made me lick that woman's ass while you fucked her? It can't be any harder than that. Now stop complaining and obey Mr. William." William laughed. "Don't worry Charles. I would much rather have your pretty wife suck me than you. But I will have some other chores for you. Now pull that dress off her shoulders and lean her over so I can taste those succulent olives." I did as he ordered, bending her at the waist so her full breasts hung in front of his face, the engorged nipples begging to be sucked. He moved his head from side to side, using his nose to rub first one bud, then the other. The way his shoulder moved I knew his hand was still working under her skirt. "Ohhh.... goddddd.... damnnn.... please.........", she wanted him to take her. Then he began slapping her tits, first from the sides and then up from below. They bounced and jiggled as the skin reddened. I held her so she could not back away, and he kept it up until she was gasping. Mild tit torture like this always brought her to a fever pitch. If he had put nipple clamps on her she probably would have cum on the spot. "So delicious and spankable," he said. Now spread her legs for me Charles. And bunch her dress up around her waist. I want to be able to reach her ass." Going down on one knee I took hold of an ankle and moved it to the side. With my other hand I shimmied the tight dress up her legs and over her bare ass. My nose ended up nuzzling between her cheeks, the odor of her arousal invading my nostrils like smoke from a smoldering fire. "AAAHHHHHH.....", she began whimpering and shifting her weight from foot to foot. "Charles, he's got my whole tit in his mouth! My godddd......" I barely had time to picture what he was doing to her with his mouth when I felt his fingers come up between her legs and touch my chin. He must have let go of her tit, because I heard his voice loud and clear. "Keep your mouth right there, Charles. Use your tongue to wet her ass hole so I can get my finger in." At that point my lust knew no limits. I pulled open her cheeks and probed her with my wet tongue. She was asking for it, and she was going to get it. His middle finger slid over my lips and curled up into her. "GAAAWWWW...." Her legs began shaking but she held her position, leaning over him with her tits dangling in his face. One of his hands worked her ass, while the other remained on her pussy. A sucking sound told me that his mouth had recaptured a nipple. With all that stimulation she was not going to last long. I stood to one side and watched as my wife was taken higher and higher. When I heard the low moans in her throat and saw her toes begin to curl I knew she was close. William sensed it too, and he increased the pace of his assaults on her body. "MY GOD... Charles.....I"M CUMMINGGGG..... OHHH....YESSSSSSS..." William kept at her to prolong the crest, until finally she sighed and collapsed into his lap, his finger was still buried in her ass. With his other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so he could put his mouth on hers. She squirmed on his finger and returned the kiss passionately. They both ignored me; it was like I was not even in the room. He fondled her breasts and kept kissing her, gradually reigniting her lust to match his own. I felt awkward standing there beside them, so I crossed the room and sat in a chair, my cock still rock hard. William had my wife's number, and I was excited to see what he would do next. He was still in his chair with her on his lap. I suspected his cock would be wanting some attention by now, and I was right. "Get up honey. It's time for you to do some of the work. Charles, come over here and untie your wife's hands. Then help her get her clothes completely off." His constantly referring to her as my wife was adding to my humiliation, and my excitement. Janice stood meekly as I finished releasing all the buttons and clasps on her dress and removed it. The only items left were her jewelry and her four inch high heels. William sat leering at her magnificent body, his hand caressing himself. "Shoes too?" I asked. "No, I like the way they accentuate her curves. Now go into the bathroom and get a wet hand towel. You are going to use that as a kind of whip to spur her on to please her new man." I saw my wife's eyes open wide as she pictured a wet towel slapping her ass. She licked her lips in anticipation. The unpredictability of what a new sex partner would do was one of the things that made our game so exciting. I would have never though of using a wet towel as a whip. "Now I am going to sit on the edge of that sturdy looking table," William said to her. "I want you to take off my shoes, socks, and pants. Be careful not to touch Big Bill until I tell you." The table was a wooden square with two straight backed oak chairs. He sat on the edge with his feet barely touching the floor. Janice knelt began with his shoes. "Look at me when you do this," he said. "I want to see those hot eyes." Again it was as if I were not there. My wife locked her eyes on his and gave him an adoring look that communicated total submission. He lifted his feet one at time to allow her to remove his shoes and socks. Then keeping her eyes focused on his face she slid her hands up over the legs of his pants to his belt. The center of his pants bulged like a motorbike covered with a tarp. Carefully she undid his belt. Then her fingers went to the button on his pants. She was doing it by feel, since she had to keep her eyes on his face. In spite of trying to avoid touching the hill in his trousers, the side of her hand brushed against it, causing him to squirm on the table. "You will pay for that little mistake," he said. She sucked in her breath and proceeded to open his pants. He raised his hips so that she could pull them down and off, her face passing inches from the rigid pole in his underpants. "Now the shorts," he ordered. This time she could not resist looking at his cock as she knelt and eased his boxers over the hump. Big Bill stood out straight and hard, as big as the cocks Janice and I had marveled at on porn films. "Oh my....", she breathed. "You can lick it now," said William. My heart was beating like I had just run a marathon. This powerful man had us both under a spell. I was conflicted between wanting her to please him and being afraid that she would like it so much she would not want me anymore. She licked her lips and then touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of the monster in front of her. With a grunt he leaned forward and pushed the head against her moist lips. I had taught her how to hold her mouth in a certain way so that the sensitive crown of a stiff cock would feel just the right amount of pressure as it slid between her lips, and she used that technique to literally curl William's bare toes. "AHHH... that's good... realllly gooood....", he moaned. "Your husband has trained you well. You are going to show me all your tricks. But first you must be punished for disobeying me." He pushed her away and walked across the room toward where I was sitting, the wet towel in my hand. I could not help but admire his big cock, which was bouncing up and down like the end of a fishing pole. "Get up Charles, and get your wife ready for a good spanking. I think draping her over the back of that chair would be good. You will have to hold her hands so she can't escape. I'll take that wet towel now." The upholstered chair had a low back, the perfect height for positioning Janice's ass so that it would be the highest point on her body. She offered no resistance as I led her behind the chair and pushed her head over the back and down onto the seat. I knelt on the floor in the front and held her hands against the floor. Her body was stretched taught, with her feet in the high heels barely touching the floor. "What a beautiful sight," said William. "Such a nice, round, firm little ass. Tell me, Charles, is it mine to do with as I please?" He was not satisfied with having my wife; he wanted to further humiliate me. It turned me on like I couldn't believe. "Yes William. I give her to you. Do whatever you want." "Good boy," he said with a smile. "I think I will start by feeling the texture." His hand moved slowly around her ass, squeezing here and there and letting his finger drag up and down the inviting valley. The soft rounded flesh just above the tops of her thighs seemed to fascinate him, and he pinched and slapped it with his fingers. Finally he stood back and raised the towel. "Open your legs my dear," he commanded. "I want your inner thighs to feel the sting as well as your ass." Janice was moaning and squirming, but she did as he ordered. The wet towel made a sharp smacking sound as he spanked her. He aimed carefully and swung hard. "AWWW.... Ohhh.... OHHHH......" She was shifting her weight from foot to foot in a vain attempt to avoid the blows, but the only result was to expose her shaved and swollen pussy. Twice the towel found its way up between her legs, eliciting loud shrieks. I held fast to her hands. The whipping went on until she began to sob. "AHHHHH.. IT STINGS SOOO... PLEASE SIR... NOOO MOOORE...." "Now, now....", he said soothingly. "Let's see if we can make it better." Taking a wet corner of the towel he fashioned it into a kind of probe. From my position I could not see what he was doing as he bent over behind her. But from the moans of pleasure from her mouth it was not hard to guess that he was using the towel to tease her exposed pussy. I imagined that he had inserted the stiff corner part way and was twirling it back and forth. She was turning her head from side to side on the seat of the chair. The combination of the pain from the spanking and the agitation of her pussy was driving her crazy. "Oh my goddd..... I'm going to cum again..... OHHHHHH....." "No you're not, not yet," he laughed. "Let her up Charles. I am going to take her into the bedroom where we can have some privacy. You stay out here and think about what we are doing to each other. I will leave the door open so you can hear, but you are to stay in your chair. Understood?" I released my wife's hands and watched her struggle to her feet. She gave me look that indicated that I should obey William. "Yes sir," I said. For the next hour I was subject to the erotic sounds coming from the bedroom. My emotions alternated from concern, to excitement, to humiliation, and back again. I paced the floor and sometimes put my hands over my ears. "Nooooo... not there.... please.... OHHH GODDDD...." "Shut up and take it....' "YESSSS.... right there... RIGHT THERE..... OHHHH..." "Up we go... that's it... now relax...." Your Turn Ch. 02 "What are you going to do? Ohhhhh... NOT THAT... OH FUCK...." On and on it went. Janice must have had at least five orgasms, and twice William howled like a barnyard dog. They both made sure they uttered phrases that were descriptive of what they were doing, knowing I was listening and imagining the scene. It was incredible. Somehow I resisted the temptation to get myself off, because I wanted to be strong and take my pleasure with Janice after William left. At that point William called to be to bring him the tub of ice cream and a spoon. I handed it to him around the edge of the open door, afraid of what I might see if I looked in. No sooner had I backed away than I heard him ordering her into position. "On your back sweetheart, with your legs hanging over the edge of the bed. That's it. Now I'll spoon a little of this right here...." "OHHH.. IT'S SO COLD......." "Of course it is. Ummm... that's good... I love rum raisin..." It took ten minutes for him to eat all the ice cream from various parts of her body. From the noises she was making it was clear that she loved every minute of it. "Oh William, you make me feel so good. My husband has never done anything like that. Ahhh... are you going to do it there again?? OHHHH....." For another twenty minutes I was subjected to their moans and groans. At last they seemed to tire and finally he came out of the bedroom dragging her by the hair. Her eyes were glazed over and I could see traces of a slippery white substance on her face and chest. He dumped my naked wife at my feet. "You can have your wife back now, Charles. I'm done with her for now." And with that he began putting his clothes back on. "She's very good," he continued, adding to my humiliation. "I really liked her tight little ass. You are a lucky man." When he was fully dressed he simply walked to the door and left. There was a long moment of silence and then Janice got up and started toward the bathroom. At the door she turned and smiled. "I'll just be a minute," she said. "Then it's your turn." Your Turn Ch. 03 My wife, Janice, and I had a deal. On alternate months we would each have a "turn" to play out a sexual situation of our choosing. The only restriction was that we both had to be involved. The first two chapters describe what happened during Janice's "turn". Now it was my "turn". All week I thought about what kind of sexual adventure I wanted for the coming "my turn" weekend. One thing for sure; it would involve another woman, not another man. Yet I acknowledged to myself that giving control to a third party had been an incredible turn on for me. The solution was obvious. I would see if I could arrange a three-way with a dominatrix. Thursday evening over cocktails I broached the subject with Janice. "I have decided what I want for 'my turn'. But I have no idea how to pull it off." My wife was immediately all ears. "Oh? Well, maybe I can help you. What would you like my darling?" "I want us to give power and control to another woman, one who will put us both through our sexual paces, and take her pleasure in the process." "You mean a dominatrix." I smiled. "I think that is what such women are called. Do you happen to know any?" She was thoughtful. "As a matter of fact I have heard some gossip about a small spa downtown where the proprietress has impressed some clients as being a little too bossy. One woman I know told me that she is afraid to go there alone. But another woman, who I know goes there a lot, poo-pooed that idea and said she enjoyed the hell out of her sessions. The place closes at 6 PM, but people have observed lights on late in the evening. The proprietress is said to be very attractive." "Umm.. perhaps you could pay a visit to this place." "Absolutely. I will go there tomorrow." "You are truly a dear wife." "Hey. It's your turn. I had my fun last weekend." "You will have fun during my turn too, just like I did during yours." "That is why we are married," she said, grinning from ear to ear. ** The next day I had great difficulty concentrating on my work. What would Janice report when I got home? If this spa woman really was a dominatrix, would I really be willing to submit to her? What kinds of things would she do to me? And to my wife? I arrived home at my usual time, and Janice met me at the door with a gin and tonic. "Here you are darling," she said, handing me the drink. "I think you are going to need this." "So you went to the spa!" I exclaimed with great expectations. "I did indeed. People are supposed to make an appointment to go there, but the proprietress was not busy and let me in. She is a woman of about 40, as sexy a creature as I have ever laid eyes on--dark hair, hour glass figure, firm tits, long legs, and a look in her eyes that says she would like to devour you." "How was she dressed?" "Tight black pants, equally tight camisole, ankle high soft leather boots." "Yum... Were you able to broach the subject?" "Let's sit down, and I'll tell you all about it." We went into our living room and I sat on the couch. My gin and tonic was almost gone already, and so was hers. "Let me freshen our drinks first," Janice said, delighting in stringing out the process that she knew had me on edge. I waited patiently until she returned, knowing that she would not be acting this way unless she had good news. She took a seat facing me, and we clinked glasses. "The woman, whose name is Sylvia, asked me why I had come. I told her I had heard from some friends that her place was unusual and that they really liked coming. She gave me a long look and said 'Some women, and men, do like coming here'. The emphasis was on the word 'cumming'." "Jesus! She didn't waste any time." Janice smiled. "No, she didn't. I had expected to have to dance around the real reason for my visit and wasn't prepared for her direct approach. She must have sensed something in me and felt free to voice that kind of innuendo. I didn't know what to say. My face must have been red, because she told me not to be embarrassed and asked if I would like a massage." I sipped my drink, not wanting to interrupt, my expression urging Janice to go on. Already I was hard as a rock. My wife was enjoying my reaction and moved closer to me on the couch. "You would have been proud of me, Charles. I dropped my eyes and said 'yes please'. She told me to go into the massage room and take off as many items of clothing as I was comfortable with, and then lie on my stomach on the table." "Wow. So how much clothing did you take off?' "Everything but my panties." "Nice." "She put on some Mid-Eastern music and told me to relax. I closed my eyes and felt warm oil being dribbled down my spine. Then her hands went to work, slowly and softly at first, then stronger, over my shoulders, down my sides, back up to my neck. I told her that felt good, and I wanted her to do my legs also." "Ahh.." "Immediately she poured oil on the backs of my thighs and began kneading the flesh. Without thinking I sighed and opened my legs a little. That apparently removed any doubt she might have had about what I wanted. She paused, then leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You've heard about me, haven't you?" she said. "What did you say to that?" "I wiggled my ass and said 'yes, I'd heard that her massages could be very pleasurable. She said that was true, but only for clients who obeyed her and did what they were told. Then she told me to spread my legs more." "As far as I know, you've never been with a woman like that," I said. "Were you apprehensive?" "Oh Charles, you would not believe the strength that she radiates. I felt I had no choice but to obey her. Of course the fact that I was dripping wet might have had something to do with it. She slid her hand down my back and up under the elastic on my panties to cup my ass. From then on it was me moaning and squirming and her touching and rubbing until I climaxed." "My god...." Janice chuckled. "It was amazing. Afterward she took me by the hand, naked, into her office and sat me a chair facing her. She said that if I wanted to become a regular, I would have to do more, and submit to more, than just an erotic massage. That's when I told her about you and me and our game of 'my turn, your turn'." "Wow! What did she say about that?" "She said more couples should have the imagination and courage to indulge their passions that way. It would save a lot of marriages. She asked if I might want her to participate." "Oh brother...." "I admitted that I had come to her spa with just that in mind, that your turn was coming up, and that you wanted a threesome with a strong, attractive woman. She raised her eyebrows and asked what kind of activities you had in mind. I told her we both liked being dominated. With that she took a riding crop out of a desk drawer and extended it toward me. 'That happens to be my specialty', she said and flicked it across my bare tit." "Whew!" "I was transfixed. She could have had me any way she wanted at that moment, but she put it off, saying that another client was due in ten minutes and I would have to wait to find out what it meant to be her bitch. I asked if she were available this Saturday night, and with an evil grin she said she was, but she did not want to meet there in her place of business. I told her we would rent a suite at the hotel and leave a note for her at the desk. She said she would be there at eight." My cock was literally pulsating in my pants. Putting down the drink I reached for my wife. "No big boy. It's only 24 hours away. You will have to wait." ** I guess it was for the best, but it was a hard 24 hours, in more ways than one. Janice booked a two-room suite in the best downtown hotel. The large sitting area had a full sized sofa with a coffee table, and three upholstered chairs. In the bedroom was a high king bed with an iron headboard and no footboard. I especially liked the luxurious bathroom, which contained a big Jacuzzi tub and a walk-in shower with multiple spouts. Janice and I were in the suite sipping after dinner drinks when, promptly at eight o'clock, there was a knock on the door. The sudden sound made my hand jerk enough to slop the syrupy liquid on my wrist. I was nervous as a cat. "You answer it," I said to Janice. She laughed. "Chicken. Sylvia's not going to bite you, at least not right away." The door was pulled open. Standing there very straight was a tall brunette with a steely look in her eyes. A dark blue rain coat, cinched tightly at the waist, concealed whatever she was wearing, except for the high-heeled black leather boots that disappeared under the hem of the coat. With the added height provided by the boots, I judged that she stood at least an inch taller than me. My wife tried to be gracious. "Welcome Sylvia," she said. "Please come in." Sylvia's eyes flicked past Janice and settled on me "If you will get out of the way, I will," she said imperiously. As our guest stepped into the room I took note of the large suitcase on wheels trailing behind her. My mind raced, imagining what tools of her trade she might have brought with her. Her no-nonsense expression left no doubt as to who was going to be in charge that night. She turned to Janice. "Close and lock the door. Then put my suitcase on that table and open it. Bring me the wrist cuffs that are on top. Your Hubby is violating my space with his eyes and needs to be controlled right away." While Janice jumped to obey, Sylvia walked toward me, stopping just a few feet away. Her eyes locked on mine, daring me to look down as she unbuckled the rain coat belt and undid the buttons. "I'm going to remove my coat now," she said. "You are not to look at my body until I give you permission. If you do, you will be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes," I managed to say, making a show of raising my chin to keep my eyes level with hers. But it was a losing battle, as Sylvia undoubtedly knew it would be. She let the raincoat drop to the floor, and the image that wormed its way into my head through my peripheral vision dissolved any inclination to obey her instruction. Sylvia's boots melded into black leggings that encased her slender legs to a point several inches above her knees. Above the leggings her naked thighs glowed a creamy white before disappearing under the tight black short shorts that hugged her hips. Her top was an equally snug black sheath that ended in an inverted V at her throat, leaving her arms and shoulders bare. The perfect cones of her breasts stood out on her chest like twin mountain peaks. I stared at her body unabashedly. "Naughty boy," she growled as Janice handed her the wrist cuffs. "Now turn around and put your hands behind your back this instant or I'm out of here. I never leave a man I don't know unrestrained, especially one with as little self-control as you." The last thing I wanted was for her leave, so I followed her instruction and let her cuff my hands behind me. Janice helped her, making sure the Velcro bindings were secure. "Good," she said. "Now turn toward me. Come closer. There, how does that feel? Don't you wish you could get your hands on them? Or better still, your mouth?" For several seconds the vixen taunted me by pressing the points of her tits into my chest. The hard tips ignited a fire in my belly and stiffened my already hard cock. Sylvia felt it and chuckled as she wiggled her hips against me. "Your hubby is going to be so easy," she said to Janice. "Let's get his pants off so we can watch his reactions to the various things I have in mind." "Whoa!" Janice protested. "This is moving too fast. Shouldn't we get acquainted first?" Sylvia stormed across the room and seized Janice by her hair, pulling her head back. She was a full head taller than my wife, and controlled her easily. "You and I are already fully acquainted, bitch," she snarled. "And I know all I need to know about your hubby by the bulge in his pants. Now you invited me here for a purpose, and I don't like to waste time. I am in charge and am prepared to enforce my commands. Understand?" "Ok, ok, but please let go! You're hurting my neck!" "Not until you kiss me, like a good girl." I watched helplessly as Sylvia leaned over and planted her mouth on my wife's full lips. She took her time, moving in a way that told me her tongue was demanding entrance. After a few seconds Janice relaxed and acquiesced to her attacker. Another few seconds and she was responding in kind. Clearly we had linked up with a dominant who was going to push all of our submissive buttons. Finally Sylvia let go and stepped back, moving her eyes up and down my wife's body. Jane was wearing a tight, linen blouse, unbuttoned enough to display a turquoise pendant against her skin at the top of her cleavage. I knew she was not wearing a bra, and so did Sylvia. "All ready for me aren't you bitch," Sylvia growled. She reached out with both hands and closed her fingers and thumbs on the two prominent dimples in Janice's blouse. "These tits can't wait for me to go to work on them." "Ahhh..." "Patience sweetheart. This is supposed to be a threesome. Hubby wants to participate. Now go take off his pants. Hubby, don't you dare move!" Janice had a mischievous look in her eyes as she approached me. Without saying a word she reached for my belt buckle. "I like that belt," Sylvia said. "It will make a good whip. Remove it and bring it to me." My belt was all leather, about an inch wide, and very supple. Having used it a few times on Janice, I knew that the tail end made an excellent whip. It produced a lot of noise and a sharp sting. Janice jerked it out of my belt loops like she was withdrawing a sword from its scabbard. "Very nice," Sylvia said as she took the buckle end and swished the strap in an upward arc. "Now complete the job." My pants were dropped to the floor. After a quick look at my face, my wife went down on one knee and lifted my feet one at a time to free the cuffs. The bulge in my shorts was level with her face, and she both saw and smelled my excitement at being stripped in front of two women. "Shoes and socks too," ordered Sylvia. "Then his shirt. Leave his shorts for me to do when I'm ready." I was soon naked except for my boxers. My shirt was bunched up on my arms above the writs cuffs. I was breathing heavily, and I was hard as a rock. "Excellent," Sylvia exclaimed. "Hubby has a nice body. I am going to enjoy bending it to my desires. But I want him completely helpless. Go to my suitcase, get the leg-spreader, and put it on him." When Janice finished attaching the eighteen inch bar to my ankles, I was indeed helpless. I could shuffle backwards and forwards a few feet at time, but no way could I run away or avoid whatever punishment Sylvia wanted to inflict on me. To add to my humiliation somehow my cock had wormed its way through the slit in my shorts and was sticking out like the horn on a unicorn. "Well, well," Sylvia said as she dangled the belt in front of my face. "Some part of you has a mind of its own. Let's see how stiff and strong it really is." Taking the belt in her fingers at its midpoint, she lowered it slowly until it was hanging on my cock like a strap on a peg. I drooped a little, but not much. I sucked in a breath, hoping she would take the tip in her hand and caress it, like my wife always did. "What do you think, Janice? Not bad, uh. Is he that rigid when he fucks you?" "He's as hard as I ever seen him," Janice replied, licking her lips. Sylvia laughed. "Not so fast my dear. I will probably want to taste him first. Your job will be to keep him fully aroused. I'm betting that watching you being tormented will keep that belt from falling for quite a while. Now go to my suitcase and bring me the little quirt." The wicked-looking quirt was a short handled leather whip with three tails some eight inches long. Each tail was tipped with a tiny plastic bead, about the size of a pea, and the beads were studded with sharp points, each about half the length of the tip on a ballpoint pen. I could only imagine how those little barbs would feel up against sensitive skin. "Are you going to spank me?" Janice asked with fake innocence as she handed the quirt to Sylvia. "Oh I'm going to do more than that, darling. This little whip will work wonders on your tits and pussy, as well as your delectable ass. But first I need to take a certain precaution." Twirling the quirt in a slow circle Sylvia walked over to the suitcase and removed two effective-looking ball gags. "I want these to be readily available in case I need them," she said as she placed them on the coffee table. "Normally I prefer to hear the sounds coming from the mouths of my victims, but we are in a hotel and we can't make too much noise. You would be surprised at how fast I can get these things in place to stifle a scream." "Wait just a minute!" I exclaimed. "How can we communicate our safe word if you are going too far?" "What safe word?" Sylvia chuckled. "Safe words dampen the experience. It's so much more intense if you know you really are totally under my power." She flicked the quirt against my stomach, and I felt the sharp little points graze my skin. "You have hired a professional, and you have nothing to worry about—as long as you behave, that is." I wasn't so sure, and the realization took some starch out of my cock. The belt slid off onto the floor. "Oh Mister Happy is a bit concerned. But no matter. I will soon have him back at attention." "If you hurt us I will have you arrested," I said, grasping at straws. "Not likely," she countered. "I have a recording of the conversation with your wife when she hired me to come here. I doubt that you would like that to become public. Now relax and go with flow. You're going to love it." What could I do? I sighed and attempted to shuffle backwards to avoid the quirt. "Don't go too far," Sylvia giggled. "Mister Happy is going to perk up when you watch what I am going to do to your lovely wife." She coiled the quirt in one hand and beckoned to Janice. "Come here, darling, and undo the rest of the buttons on that blouse to show me those big boobs that I remember from the spa. Shoulders back...that's it. We want to give hubby a good show." "Don't worry, honey," Janice said to me. "I know her better than you, and trust her. "To go to the next level we need to give up total control." She stood in front of Sylvia and began popping the buttons one at time, gradually relieving the tension in the stretched fabric and letting her thrusting breasts push it aside. When her blouse was fully open Sylvia moved closer and put the handle of the quirt under her chin. "Hands at your sides and don't move," she ordered. Using just the quirt handle Sylvia maneuvered the blouse over her shoulders and down her arms. It fell to the floor. "Hands on your head now...and keep them there." Naked to the waist and breathing hard, Janice obeyed. Sylvia drew the business end of the quirt up over her stomach, through the valley between her breasts, and up her throat. One of the little barbed balls ended up on her lips. "Kiss it," Sylvia ordered. A moan escaped my wife's mouth as she wrapped her lips around the plastic bead. "Ahh...those sharp prickers..." "Yes, they do make an impression, but they're not long enough to puncture the skin. They just torment, like this...." Sylvia stepped back and swished the quirt horizontally back and forth across my wife's vulnerable tits. The tips of the three strands bit and bounced as they struck the firm flesh. Janice stamped her feet and cried out. "OOHH...." "What a cry baby. I don't think your nipples were hit more than once or twice. What if I were to work one of these teasers in just the right place..." Taking one of the beads between her finger and thumb, she pressed it on Janice's engorged nipple, twisting it back and forth to torture her with the barbs. My cock was rising again. Your Turn Ch. 03 "EEeeee.....Oh god....." "Just a sample to show you what can happen if you fail to obey." "I'll obey....I'll obey... just please no more..." Sylvia smiled and pulled back. "Of course you will. Now take off your skirt. You may lower your hands, but then return them to your head." Quickly my wife unzipped the tight skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing a thong and high heels with thigh high stockings. With her hands back on her head, she looked incredibly sexy. I was fully erect, but still anxious about Sylvia's intentions. "Beautiful," Sylvia intoned. "Now spread your legs." Starting at one ankle, Sylvia flicked the short whip back and forth up her leg. Janice groaned and stamped her feet, but she held her position. Slowly the little pricker balls climbed up her thigh toward her panty-covered pussy. "Oh god... not there... please... NOT THERE...." "You mean, HERE?" Sylvia turned her wrist and slashed upward so that all three strands of the quirt cut into the thin gusset of my wife's panties. Janice screeched and instinctively lowered her hands to cover herself. "Naughty, naughty.." scolded Sylvia. "I told you not to move. Am I going to have to restrain you too? "NO... NO... I'm sorry. It's just that it was such a shock. I'll be good, I promise." "We'll see. But you deserve a good spanking. Hubby's belt will do nicely. First, let me see if he has returned to full power." At that point my cock was even more rigid than before. Seeing my wife sexually abused and loving it was having its normal effect. When Sylvia drooped the belt on me there was no sag. "Such a randy Hubby," she said. "I'm going to let you help me do your wife. Sit back here in this chair. That's it.. don't worry, you won't fall even though you can't move your feet. Good. Now you are the right level to suck on your wife's tits while I spank her. The combination should produce some interesting results." I was in the low upholstered chair with my hands tied behind me and my legs spread. My cock stuck up through the slit in my shorts like the flag stick on a golf green. Both women ogled me and chuckled. "He's so pathetic," laughed Sylvia. "Totally helpless and dependent on me to relieve him of all that sexual tension. Come over here, Wifey, and lean down so he can get his mouth on your nipples. Use your hands on his head to control him. That's it.. Now keep your ass up. I'm just going to get rid of this silly thong. There...you are ready for the belt." The familiar feel of Janice's swollen nipple in my mouth was comforting as well as exciting. We were in this together and loving it! I licked and kissed and sucked and she ground her tit into my face, moaning and twitching her ass, inviting Sylvia to start on her. SPLATT... SPLATT... The belt snapped twice. Sylvia had a practiced forehand and backhand. A loud groan came from Janice. I bit down on her nipple, and she responded by putting a hand between us and seizing my cock. I had been aching to be touched, and the feeling was incredible. WHAP... WHAP... "Naughty, naughty," scolded Sylvia. "I did not give you permission to put your hand there. Well... as long as you've started... But don't you dare make him cum... He has a long way to go yet. Now a few more good ones should redden this nice ass to just the right shade for your next ordeal. Don't move!" The belt whipped four more times, bringing Janice up on her toes. "OH GOD...", she cried. "THAT REALLY STINGS!" "Of course it does my dear. It also has brought a nice sheen to your pussy, and I have a few things in my bag that will bring you to a boil. Hold on to her, Hubby." I moved my mouth to my wife's other tit and started again. Janice rotated her ass in the air like she was trying to create a breeze to cool herself off. I heard Sylvia cross the room and rummage around in her suitcase. "Now where is a convenient electrical outlet?" she mumbled. "Ah here it is." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sylvia kneel down behind Janice's raised ass. Suddenly a low humming sound announced the activation of a powerful vibrator. "OH SHIT.." Janice squealed, knowing what was coming "Yes, Wifey dear, my friend here is going to tingle your pussy while I go to work on your ass. I'll start in this area..." "OH GOD CHARLES... IT'S SOOO GOOOD..." "Let yourself go honey," I mumbled into her breast. "It's my turn and this is what I want." "She's putting something in my ass!" "Just a little lotion my dear," Sylvia soothed. "There... doesn't that feel good?" "Ohhhh...." "Relax... that's it... my, my you open nicely. Does Hubby play here a lot?" "Ahhhh..." "Answer me bitch! How often do you get fucked in the ass? Do I have to pinch your sweet pussy to get you to obey?" "NO... no... please... don't take away the vibrator... yes.. yes... I like getting it in the ass." "I thought so. Then you are going to really like this string of beads going way, way up and then coming slowly out." "OHH... I'll cum for sure..." "That's the idea. Keep sucking on her Hubby. Tits, pussy, and ass are going to get it all at the same time." The triple assault drove Janice into spasms of ecstasy. Her body shook with the force of it, and the noises she made could only be described as incoherent babbling. Sylvia obviously knew her business. Finally with a last shriek Janice let her legs go limp and she collapsed with her head in my lap. Miraculously her mouth ended up just at the base of my cock. "What a pretty sight," Sylvia crooned. "A satiated wife ready to worship the object of her desires. You can lick him a few times before I pull you away." "Ummm.. oh Charles (lick, lick).... that was sooo good (lick, lick)... you have to let her do you..." My highly sensitized cock twitched with each stroke of her tongue. "Ahh... I don't think I have much choice," I said. "Right you are," Sylvia said. She grabbed Janice's hair and yanked her back. "Up now, Wifey. Leave him to me. You can watch and learn." With Janice out of the way Sylvia took her place, kneeling between my spread legs. I scooted back in the chair as far as I could, with the result that my cock angled toward her face like it wanted to jump into her mouth. She laughed. "You want to be touched so badly, don't you Hubby? You'd like to feel my tongue and lips; you know I would be good at it, and different from predictable old Wifey. But you're going to have to wait a long, long time. There are so many hurdles you have to go through first." Using the tip of one fingernail Sylvia traced a path up the underside of my erection. When she reached the top she flicked her finger a couple of times, making me bounce back and forth like a sapling being blown by gusts of wind. "Nice and strong," she said. "I like that. It shows, as the ad says, that you are healthy enough for sex. Let's see if I can keep it that hard for the four hour limit." "Ahhh...." The combination of her touch and the way she was looking at me with those beautiful, dark eyes was making me insane with desire. In my peripheral vision I saw Janice pull over a chair to get close. Sylvia spoke to her. "Before you get comfortable dear, go to my suitcase and get me the nurse's scissors out of the side pocket. I'm going to cut away his shorts so I can get at his balls." Janice did as she was told, and in a few seconds I heard the snip of the blades as they cleaved my shorts from my left thigh to my waist. With her free hand Sylvia used her thumb and forefinger to hold the tip of my cock and maneuver it safely out of the way. I leaned my head back and sighed. "Now the same on the other side, and off they come. Umm... very nice. Hubby has quite a package." One hand cupped my balls, while the other palmed the top of my cock. "So hard and ready. Too bad he's going to have to wait so long. I have to teach him some discipline." Still holding my balls Sylvia slapped my cock, banging it against my hip... once... twice... three times. I groaned and gritted my teeth, but lost not an ounce of hardness. My total vulnerability and helplessness was a huge turn on. Sylvia saw it in my eyes and laughed. "Such a baby. The big man can't do anything about it. I'm in total control and can do anything I want to him." She wrapped her fingers around my cock and pumped it. "Isn't that right Hubby? Does this belong to me?" "AHHH.... yes.... yes..." "SAY IT!" "It's yours! Do what you want. Just don't stop!" "Ha," she said and took her hands away. "I will be starting and stopping a lot. But the first order of business is a good spanking. We need to get those buns of yours in the right position. Let's see... umm... Janice go to my bag and get me one of those coils of rope." What happened next was something I could never have imagined, but seemed to be normal practice for a dominatrix like Sylvia. She tied one end of the rope to the middle of the bar that was holding my legs spread, and passed the other end over my shoulder to hang down behind the chair. "Slide your ass forward a bit," she ordered. "Good." I was slumped down in the soft upholstery of the chair with my legs stretched out and my ass on the edge of the cushion. Sylvia went behind the chair and pulled on the rope, raising my legs until the spreader bar almost touched my forehead. Then she tied the rope off to a back leg of the chair. I heard a gasp from Janice. "Perfect. What do you think, Wifey? Is he sufficiently exposed?" "Oh my god, you have complete access to his ass, his balls, his cock, everything." "Yes indeed. Look how hard he is. He loves it. You should try this position on him. Now select one of the larger paddles from my bag and bring it here." In the position I was in I could not see what they were doing. My straining cock was lying up against my bare stomach. I felt the wetness from the oozing precum. I closed my eyes, imagining the lewd picture I was presenting. There was a rustle of movement. A firm hand took hold of my cock. Then the paddling began. It was not light. WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP Both ass cheeks got a thorough going over. It was a miracle that my balls were not smashed. I twisted and squirmed and moaned, all to no avail. Sylvia obviously would go on as long as she wanted. "The color is coming up nicely," she said, as if she were browning potatoes in a skillet. "Sometimes it takes only a few spanks, other times my arm gets tired before I am satisfied with the result." WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP The burning was acute. But the fact that she kept working her hand on my cock at the same time she was paddling me transformed the pain into an ecstatic sexual experience. I felt my balls tighten. I was close. "That's it for now," Sylvia announced. "Did you see that movement in his balls?" I heard the paddle drop to the floor. "Horny Hubby was about to cum." She scrapped her fingernails across my reddened skin. "Can't have that, now can we? His ass is tenderized enough anyway. Time for the next torment. Have you ever given him a prostate massage?" "Oh no," Janice responded. "I mean, I've never done that deliberately. Of course, I have shoved a few things up his ass. He loves it." "A prostate massage is different. You can give him a long, continuous orgasm without him actually climaxing and cumming. I like to hear them scream, not knowing whether they want me to stop or continue. Hubby is in the perfect position. Kneel down by his head and watch his expressions. But first let me grease up my finger in your pussy. I can see that you are wet again." "OHH.. yes...." The next thing I felt was Sylvia's hair on my stomach. She had leaned forward to lather the top of my cock with her tongue. I was momentarily distracted and did not notice her finger on my ass until it had pushed pass my sphincter and was inside. Her other hand gripped by cock at the base and waved the tip across her lips. Then her finger shoved deeper into me. "Here it is, this marvelous little acorn.. a nice healthy one. I'm something of an expert you know. I'll just explore around it a bit." I had had my prostate examined by a doctor, but never like this. Sylvia touched it, withdrew, touched it again, over and over. Each contact sent a jolt through my body. My cock pulsed and bumped against her lips. She squeezed the base and played with me until I couldn't stand it. It was like having a dry orgasm every ten seconds. "STOP... STOP... I can't take any more!" Quick as a flash she let go of my cock and slapped me across the face. "Don't you tell me what to do or not do," she growled. "All I want to hear from you is 'thank you mistress'. Your ass is mine, you understand?" "OH GOD..." "Wifey, maybe you'd better kiss him and tongue his ear while I do this. It will help him relax. When I really start rubbing he will go into orbit and you can comfort him." Janice kneeled beside my head and whispered in my ear. "This is your turn, sweetie. This is what you wanted, remember? Sylvia is in charge now. You must endure." Her hot tongue stabbed my ear; she knew how much I loved that. "How touching," Sylvia mewed. "Are you ready for some more Hubby? Ask me for it nicely and I'll make it good for you." "Yes please, mistress. Rub me some more. And please mistress can I feel your mouth on my cock as the same time?" "Ha. Such a needy little wuss. But since you said 'please'..." Her moist lips encompassed the domed head at the same time she shoved her finger forward in my ass. This time she kept it on my prostate, gently massaging and working it from side to side. "AAUFFF.." My gasp was cut short by my wife's mouth covering mine. Her tongue plunged and probed like it was in sync with Sylvia's finger in my ass. In another few seconds I would have had a wet orgasm along with the continuous dry one. It was fucking incredible! But Sylvia was a pro; she knew just when to back off. Her head came up and her finger slid back out of my hole. She patted Janice on the head. "We need to let him cool down a bit. Then we can work him up again. In the meantime I need a little sexual release." Sylvia stood up. "Come here Wifey and help me get out of these tight pants. You won't believe how turned on I get doing this job. I want to see how good Hubby is with his tongue." "This is so hot," Janice exclaimed. "Are you having fun darling?" "ahhhh...." All I could manage in response was a long sigh. My nerves were strumming like a just plucked guitar string. Janice crawled on her knees to squat before Sylvia and pull the vamp's pants down over her ass so that she could step out of them. "See how wet I am bitch?" Sylvia snarled as she pulled my wife's face into her bare pussy. "Take a little taste before I give it to Hubby." Totally caught up in the scene Janice was up for anything, and she attacked Sylvia's pussy with relish. "Whooaa...," laughed Sylvia. "That's nice but I need a bigger, stronger tongue right now." The chair in which I was imprisoned was wide, and Sylvia had no problem straddling my chest. With my hands still tied behind me I was completely helpless . She grabbed me by both ears and buried my nose in her pussy. The aroma from her hot juices intoxicated my senses, making me want to please her. "Take his cock in your hand, Wifey, and encourage him to do a good job. But don't let him cum!" For the next five minutes I used every trick I knew in an attempt to make Sylvia cum. I felt if I could do that I would be in some measure reasserting the masculinity that Sylvia had stripped away. My wife's caresses kept my lust simmering just below the boil-over point; she knew me well. Finally, with one last deep thrust of my tongue at the same time my nose was rubbing her clit, Sylvia climaxed. "YES... YES... OH GOD.... YES...." I continued licking her as she gradually calmed down. After a minute she sat back on my stomach. "Very good, Hubby," she said, looking down at me. "I'm impressed. Wifey must have trained you well. As your reward you get to suck on my nipples, and then I'm going to give you the blow job of your life." She pulled her top up over her tits and smiled. "Not as big as your wife's, but perky with long, sensitive nipples. Now don't bite me..." Putting her hands on the back of the chair she leaned forward to dangle those cherry-topped cones in front of my face. I kissed one, and then the other, followed by long licks up the slopes. When I finally took a hard bud into my mouth she sighed and pushed forward. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Janice put a hand between her legs. "OK," Sylvia said as I shifted to her other tit. "That's enough. You could probably make me cum again just doing that, but I have work to do." Gracefully she disengaged herself from my body and untied the rope holding my splayed legs in the air. The blood rushed back into my feet. Next she knelt down and released the spreader bar from my ankles. "We won't need this anymore," she said. "You're not going to want to go anywhere." Then she began. Lips, fingers, and tongue were all over me, thighs, balls, ass, cock, up, down, around, and back again. I groaned and moaned and humped at her face. Janice again took her place beside my head. "I want to watch your expressions," she said. "Tell me what she's doing and how it feels." "She's got one of my balls in her mouth and she's fingering my poor ass. It feels...fucking... unbelievable!" "Is she better than me?" "Oh baby... it's just diffffferennnt..." Janice stuck out her tongue in mock disappointment. "Oh god, now she's lathering the tip of my cock... and her hand..." "I think I'll lather your ear at the same time. Let it go sweetheart. Drown the bitch with your cum." I had held back too long. My wife's words and her tongue in my ear, along with Sylvia's taking me deep into her throat, set me off. I cried out and bucked my hips as the geyser erupted. "Go honey, go, go..." Janice cried as she kissed me furiously. "Ohhhh.. ohhh....ohhh..." On and on it went until I was totally spent. Sylvia raised her head so I could see my cum dripping out of her mouth. None of us moved for a long minute. We just looked at each other with satisfied smiles on our faces. It was like we were acknowledging the power of sex and appreciating the fact that we had taken steps to enjoy it to the fullest. Eventually Sylvia got up and gathered up her things. When she was dressed and covered again in her raincoat she spoke to us. "That was special. You know where to find me, Janice. I expect to hear from you." "Don't worry," Janice replied. Next month it will be my turn.