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A1 Wife Conversion - 5
by Ljdoofus75 (ljdoofus75@gmail.com)

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This is a continuation of a story from Directory 78. 
Kathy, my wife, is learning how to become more sexual 
and I am doing all that I can to help. (FF, MFF, FM+, 
d/s, oral, anal, toys) 

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PART V: Last Adventure

The next morning, my consciousness was aroused by Kathy 
lightly stroking my cock. I always sleep in the nude 
just in case something might happen. For once, it seemed 
like it was going paying off. After I reached full 
hardness, my wife coaxed me to my back and began to suck 
me. What a great way to greet the new day. She gently 
stroked and caressed my nuts with her fingertips as she 
sucked me. 

I came in several long spurts in her mouth. I thought to 
myself what a great day this is going to be then I heard 
her spit my deposit into 'her' cock and say, "Now, it's 
your turn, Honey." as she kissed me good morning. I was 
brought back to my new reality that 'Her Mistress' had 
imposed.

She had attached the 10-inch dildo and was lying on her 
back with it sticking up like a mini-flag pole. She 
said, "I've wet it for you, so it should be tasty."

I kissed her and then proceeded to kiss my way down her 
lovely body stopping to linger at her beasts awhile, 
which apparently she enjoyed as she pulled my head tight 
to her breast for suckling. I made my way down to her 
"new" appendage and began to lick it and yes, it was 
tasty. My mouth slipped over 'her cock' and I 
reluctantly took about six inches. After a few minutes 
of bobbing up and down, she said, "Watching you suck 
this is getting me wet. Please finger me."

Technically, I couldn't fuck her with my cock, but 
fingers should be OK. I slipped one then two inside her 
nice damp cave. As I sucked 'her' cock, I could smell 
her fragrance emanating from between her legs. I stopped 
to lick my fingers off and partake of the sensual aroma 
filling my nostrils. She tasted like a fine wine with a 
lingering finish. 

I wasn't allowed to eat her pussy, but this was a good 
second. I continued sucking the device and Kathy was 
getting pretty hot and was starting to move. I found her 
G-spot and began working it. I was getting pretty worked 
up myself.

She let out a muffled, "Hmmmmm, that feels so good. Oh 
yesss, I'm cumming!" Just then she must have pushed the 
button, 'her' cock shot my load into my mouth. She said, 
"Let me see, Honey." I showed her the deposit and 
swallowed.

She spooned my back and gave me a big hug as her hand 
found my cock, which was ready for round two. Once 
again, she began to stroke it and then I felt her other 
hand rub some lube on my little brown pucker as she 
inserted a finger like a proctologist checking my 
prostrate. She positioned herself and pushed with her 
hips and her finger was replaced with 'her' cock. She 
would push until a couple inches were in then wait a bit 
and push again. She never pulled it out until she worked 
all 10" in. Once it was all in, she began a slow in and 
out motion all the while stroking my cock. 

Every now and then she would move her hand from my cock 
to my nipples and pinch them hard while pulling them. 
That was a different feeling, but it was kinda a turn 
on. After about fifteen minutes, I let out a stifled 
groan and came in her hand. She then lifted it to my 
lips and said, "You need another drink." I licked her 
hand clean.

She gave me a big kiss and said, "See that wasn't so 
bad. I think you kinda enjoyed it." I didn't want to 
admit it, but I had. She gave me my two pills and I left 
for work with her scent still on my fingers, so I could 
enjoy her the rest of the day.

I arrived home and Kathy was dressed to go out. I asked, 
"Where are we going?"

"My mistress wants us to meet her at "Tokyo Gardens" 
tonight at 7. She said it would be her treat to 
apologize for being so mean to us." I thought to myself, 
"I'm sure there's something else going on here, but 
let's see."

I asked Kathy, "Do you have anything on under that 
dress?"

She said, "No. My mistress wants me to go commando."

When we arrived, Pat was already there in a large 
circular booth for six. The place was almost empty. I 
think there were two other tables occupied. Our table 
had a very long table cloth that went almost to the 
floor. We ordered some drinks and had a civil 
conversation. After about three cocktails, Kathy and I 
were feeling pretty loose when two guys came up to our 
table and Pat greeted them, but didn't introduce them to 
us. 

Pat said, "Let them sit on either side of Kathy and you 
come sit by me," as her hand patted the booth seat. 

Kathy and I were on the inside so the seating 
arrangement was guy, Kathy, guy, space, me and Pat. We 
all ordered dinner. Pat placed her hand on my crotch and 
began to stroke my increasingly aware cock. 

After a few minutes, she said, "I need to check out the 
ladies room. Kathy, come with me." They got up and were 
gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Kathy 
had a strange look on her face. They took their same 
places.

Pat's hand slid down my leg and back up to my crotch. 
She began to rub my cock all the while carrying on with 
a conversation like nothing was going on. I was getting 
hard again. I noticed that Kathy looked a little 
uncomfortable. Pat dropped her napkin and asked me to 
pick it up for her. As I bent under the table to 
retrieve the napkin, I saw that Kathy's legs were spread 
wide and both guys had their hands in her pussy. They 
were taking turns working their fingers in and out and 
stroking her clit. Five minutes later, my wife started 
breathing heavily and her eyes just glassed over. She 
put her elbows on the table and buried her head in her 
hands. I assumed she was having an orgasm.

Pat unzipped my pants and released my cock and began to 
slowly stroke it. She again dropped her napkin and asked 
me to pick it up. When I bent under the table this time, 
Kathy had a cock in each hand and was jacking these guys 
off.

Pat said, "Do you see anything you'd like under there?" 
I didn't reply. Pat said, "Kathy, I think some lip 
service is called for." My wife disappeared under the 
table. I couldn't believe what she was doing, but in a 
minute, it was obvious that the first guy came and I 
heard a moan from my wife as his load blasted into her 
mouth. Her lips moved on to the next guy. 

He came with the same results and Pat said, "Kathy, 
let's see what you got there."  

My wife re-emerged from under the table and showed the 
last deposit made then swallowed. Pat looked at me while 
patting my cock and said, "When you get home, my little 
cunt will take care of this. You have my permission."

We finished dinner and it was Pat's treat. As we left, 
Pat said, "I'll see you tomorrow night."

Once in the car, I asked my wife, "Why did you let those 
guys do that and why did you suck them off?"

She answered, "It was the only way I could get my 
mistress' permission so we could be together." All the 
way home, Kathy was playing with my cock – stroking it, 
licking it and every now and then sucking it. Needless 
to say, by the time we got home, I was fucking hotter 
than a July day in Arizona. Once the car was in the 
garage, we rushed in the house and stripped our clothes 
off. Just to confirm what I thought I'd heard, I asked, 
"Your Mistress gave us her permission, but permission to 
do what?"

Kathy replied, "Permission to do whatever we want."

"Does that mean I can fuck you and eat you without the 
dildo?" I inquired.

My wife responded, "Yes, whatever we want to do. No 
repercussions for our actions."

"Praise the lord! Oh thank you, Sweetie. I really 
appreciate you doing that for us." was my reply. I 
immediately grabbed my wife and pulled her into my arms 
and began 'Frenching' her and savoring the event like it 
was my last meal before my execution. We made it to the 
sofa and where were like kids exploring each other for 
the first time. Touching and kissing every inch of the 
other's body because this might never happen again.

I touched her nipple and pinched it then began to suck 
it hard like the week before. Kathy instantaneously 
began to cum and moan, "Oh my god, it hurts, but that 
feels so good. Don't stop." My hands, lips and teeth 
were all over her tits – first one then the other. She 
was enjoying this rough treatment, too, as her hand had 
a firm but sensual grip on my steel member. I'd 
forgotten how soft her hands were. 

We were in a fucking erotic frenzy. My tongue moved from 
one body part to another. I burrowed my tongue into her 
belly button looking for lint. I licked her arm pits, 
the back of her knees, her feet, her butt hole, which I 
tongue fucked. I think I must have had my tongue on 
every inch of her body. She was definitely enjoying all 
the attention and soon was reciprocating the activities. 
My cock was throbbing and oozing pre-cum like the maple 
syrup harvest, but I didn't want this to end. 

My cock finally found her cunt lips and they were just 
as wet as I. It felt so perfect when my cock slipped 
into her penis sanctuary. The warmth, wetness and aroma 
were overwhelming as I knew she wanted me inside her 
just as badly as I needed to be there. I couldn't help 
myself and came in about 30 seconds, but I stayed hard. 
I had never experienced that before, but it was great to 
just keep fucking her. 

Her nails were digging into my back and her legs were 
forcefully wrapped around my waist as she was trying to 
pull me deeper inside her like an octopus and its prey. 
I lost count on how many times she or I came. Tomorrow 
was a work day, but we fuck like it was our honeymoon 
until I told her, "I've got to get a little sleep. I've 
got a presentation tomorrow - well, today."  We kissed 
and cuddled in each other's arms and drifted off.

I was awakened when I heard the school bus go by. Her 
hand found my cock, which was semi-hard just because it 
was morning. It always seems to get up with the sunrise. 
Kathy stroked it and began sucking me. "Hmmmm, I taste 
good. Don't I?" she asked.

"You taste like a 'savoy truffle'. I could eat you all 
day, but then I have to get them all pulled out," I 
replied.

She sucked me until I came then I was keenly reminded of 
our situation as she transferred the deposit into 'her' 
cock and said, "Come on, Honey, you need some protein 
before you head off to work." I attached my lips to her 
cock and finger fucked her until she came and pushed the 
button. This scenario was becoming routine, so I rolled 
over and she effortlessly slipped the cock up my ass and 
fucked me until I came again. After giving me my pills, 
she reminded me, "Don't forget my mistress is coming 
over tonight. We could be in for some fun!"

During the day when my mind would wander off, I would 
sniff my fingers and remember how it used to be with my 
wife and me – sex maybe once a week, mostly missionary, 
no anal, cock sucking, no cumming in the mouth or 
swallowing either. Man had we come a long way in six 
months, but I wasn't sure we any better off with this 
arrangement with Pat. I was bewildered as to how to 
change things and I wasn't sure if I could convince 
Kathy that we needed to be a couple again – not just 
Pat's subjects or should I say slaves. I just didn't 
know what to do.

When I arrived home, I saw Pat's old car parked on the 
street so I knew she was there. As I entered the front 
door, I wondered if she had already fucked my wife. I 
was surprised when they were both sitting at the candle 
lit table with dinner ready. They both looked beautiful 
with their hair draped on their shoulders. (Kathy had 
let her hair grow out as ordered.) They had their 'going 
out' make-up on and looked fantastic. They both were 
wearing their best party dresses. I asked, "What's the 
occasion?"

Pat answered, "This is our six month anniversary. We 
thought it would be nice to celebrate and show you how 
much we love you." I hadn't heard that word very much in 
the last six months, at least, not in that context. Pat 
walked over to me and kissed me with her tongue 
exploring my mouth. While kissing, she reached down and 
took my hand and placed it on her breast. I could feel 
that there was only fabric between her breast and my 
hand. It instinctively began to massage her sufficient 
bosom and searched for her nipple. 

Kathy walked over and knelt beside us and began running 
her hands up my pant leg toward my crotch. My cock 
sprang to attention. I hadn't been ever treated like 
this. Kathy stood up and began kissing me too. Pat 
unzipped my pants and released my cock from my boxers. 
She slid her hand lightly over the shaft and stroked my 
balls with her fingers, then said, "Tonight is going to 
be special because we want to show you just how much we 
appreciate all you do for us."

My wife chimed in, "We both love you so much and we want 
to make this a night you'll never forget."

"Well, if this is any indication, I'm sure I'll remember 
tonight for a long time." I replied. Pat said, "Now that 
you gotten the appetizer and we have your attention, 
let's enjoy dinner before playing."

We all took our seats at the table. Pat to my right, my 
wife to the left and me at the head of the table for a 
change. At that instant, any man would have gladly taken 
my place to be in the company of two such beautiful 
women.

After a delightful dinner with great wine, good food and 
pleasant conversation, we all relocated to the sofa with 
Pat on one side of me and my wife on the other. I felt 
like a normal person just enjoying the companionship of 
two beautiful women. We had some more wine and talked 
about the latest books we've read and where we wanted to 
go on vacation when summer arrived. Pat said, "What do 
you want to do with us, tonight?" like it was my choice.

I replied, "I get to pick?"

Pat and my wife both responded, "That's right, your 
preference."

It immediate came to me that I wanted to degrade and 
humiliate Pat like she had done to me so many times to 
me maybe fuck her ass, cum on her face or make her eat 
my ass out. Something to show her, I was still a man and 
could control a woman if I needed to, but I also wanted 
to feel my wife in my arms again and just love her. I 
was conflicted as to how to proceed then I had a 
'eureka' moment. 

I said, "Here's what I want for tonight. Pat, I want you 
to watch Kathy and me as we go about our six month ago 
normal nighttime routine. You will have to be totally 
naked and cuffed to the captain's chair. You'll have to 
just watch, no talking, helping or masturbating, just 
watch no matter what like a fly on the wall. Do you 
think you can do that?"

Pat asked, "Are going to fuck her? How long do I have to 
watch?"

"I don't know yet and until I free you, but probably all 
night." I replied. I thought that was a stroke of 
brilliance. It would be torture for Pat not to 
participate or direct our actions and especially not to 
masturbate. I don't think I could have physically hurt 
her any more than this emotional chaining did.

Pat said, "Yeah, I can do that."

I brought the chair into our bedroom then I went to the 
garage to retrieve a plastic pan that was about 3 foot 
in diameter. I put the chair in the middle of the pan. I 
situated the chair such that a view of both our bed and 
the bathroom was unobstructed.  Pat had already taken 
off her clothes, so I made her sit in the chair as Kathy 
and I attached the cuffs to her arms and ankles just 
like she had done to me during the first night of my 
wife's submission. After she was secured, I offered her 
a tall glass of water. She accepted and drank it down.

Kathy asked, "What are we going to do now?"

I replied, "Get ready for bed like no one else is here." 
I walked into the bathroom and started a bath. My wife 
entered and began to get undressed. She put on her 
bathrobe and began to remove her makeup. We continued 
with our routine – brushed our teeth, washed our faces, 
etc. I looked in the mirror and Pat was silently sitting 
in the chair just taking it in. I told Kathy to get in 
the tub and I followed. 

She nested herself between my legs with her back up 
against my chest. I began to kiss her neck as I soaped 
her up and spent a lot of time making sure her breasts 
and nipples were clean. She began to moan as I continued 
this cleansing. I slid my hand between her legs and 
'washed' her cunt with an accidental finger or two 
insertions, which caused her to twitch.

My cock was hard as I stood up and told my wife, "Wash 
my cock and balls." They were right in her face. She 
lathered them up real good and rinsed them off. She gave 
them a lick before I turned around, so she could was my 
asshole too followed by a lick.  I watched Pat and she 
was beginning to squirm in the chair just like I had 
done. We finished up and dried each other off as 
sensually as possible. 

Kathy did a great job of drying off my cock and nuts. I 
pulled my wife into my arms and kissed her passionately 
as our hands felt each other's body like a blind man 
learning Braille. It felt good to have my wife's warm 
body meshed with mine like the old days.

The bedroom was dark except for the light I left on in 
the bathroom. I offered Pat a drink and she accepted. I 
lifted the glass to her lips and she drank about half 
the glass. Kathy was wearing her sheer nightie that 
barely covered her snatch. I always sleep in the nude. 
We flopped on the bed and began to kiss and caress each 
other. I kissed my wife's lips and began to 'French' her 
mouth. She used to like a lot of kissing before my hands 
got to her tits or cunt. 

Although she was wiggling around some, Pat was being a 
'good girl' and just sitting there watching. My tongue 
began exploring my wife's body – first her neck, then 
shoulders and finally her exquisite breasts and nipples. 
I was meeting no resistance and was finding 
encouragement from Kathy's hands as they positioned my 
mouth on the body part she wanted stimulated. 

I slipped my fingers into Kathy's twat and was working 
them around real good until they were nice and wet, and 
told Kathy, "Hold that thought, I need to do something." 
I left the bed and wiped the liquid from my fingers on 
Pat's left shoulder so she could inhale my wife's 
fragrance.

As I approached the bed, Pat said, "I have to pee."

I responded, "Sorry, you should have thought of that 
before we cuffed you. You'll just have to hold it." I 
was enjoying this immensely.

Kathy said, "Just let her go."

I replied, "I'm in charge tonight. Shut the fuck up!" I 
returned to stroking her delicious body. Pat was really 
squirming now, but I wasn't sure whether it was the need 
to pee or our love making, but it really didn't matter 
to me because it was all torture. I finally slipped my 
cock into my wife's dripping pussy and fucked her like 
the apocalypse was tonight. She must have cum ten times 
and loudly. I ordered her, "Suck me! Let me turn the 
light on first, so I can watch your lips make love to my 
dick."

I saw Pat sniff her shoulder several times, which just 
made her squirm even more. She was teasing herself. Her 
pussy was wet and I watched as she tightly squeezed her 
legs together trying to stimulate her clit. It must have 
been working because she kept doing it. I stopped and 
walked over to Pat and stated, "I said no masturbating!" 
I placed a pillow between her legs. She just whimpered, 
"Hmmm." and was quiet.

I lay back down and Kathy was licking my cock with long 
sensuous tongue strokes. She'd stop at the head and put 
some special treatment on it. Pat had taught her well. I 
was getting close and I told her, "I'm going to cum on 
your face, my sweet cock sucker." That was going to be a 
first for me and my wife, too.

After numerous squirts, which landed on her cheeks, nose 
and eyes, I told her to lay still and I used my cock to 
drag my cum to her mouth, which she lick up and 
swallowed. I stuck my cock head in her mouth again and 
said, "Clean all that cum off of my dick, Sweetie." Pat 
was biting her lip to keep from saying anything and 
gripping the chair tightly. 

I had worked up a good sweat fucking my wife and said, 
"We need to take shower before we go to sleep."

Kathy said, "What about my mistress?"

I replied, "What about her?"

"Aren't you going to release her?" she asked.

I said, "Fuck no, not until the morning." After we had 
cleaned up, I told Kathy to lie down and we spooned and 
went to sleep with Pat cuffed to the chair. I hoped she 
was suffering like I had. I heard her breathing heavily, 
but she was a 'good girl' and didn't say a word.

Morning arrived and Pat was awake just looking at us all 
cozy in bed. I guess sometime in the night the urge to 
pee had gotten the best of her because the pillow was 
soaked and the pan had urine in it. I didn't care 
because I felt like Caesar in charge of my minions. 
Thinking that I finally gotten the upper hand for once, 
I looked at Pat and said, "Well, you were quite 
restrained. I'm proud of you."

Pat responded, "That was the best night of never sex 
I've ever had! It was so hot watching you fuck my little 
cunt and having your way with her. I adored the way you 
treated her like shit and made her do what you wanted. 
Making me pee all over myself that was elegant torture. 
I loved it all. Thank you so much."

I thought to myself, "God damn it, this woman is totally 
fucked up." I hadn't succeeded in humiliating or 
degrading her at all. All I did was encourage her bad 
behavior. I hated to see what was coming for us. I took 
off the cuffs holding Pat. She stood up and gave me a 
very sensual kiss and said, "I have some new respect for 
you, but I need to take a shower before I go if that's 
OK with you."

I responded, "Sure, go ahead. You know where the towels 
are."

When I got to work, I found out that I'd be traveling 
for business starting tomorrow and lasting a week. I 
called Kathy and told her. I asked that she not see Pat 
without me there. She said that she would call her 
mistress and let her know that we always did everything 
together and she'd have to wait until I got back. When I 
got home, my wife said that her mistress was OK with 
waiting a week. I left the next morning heading for the 
Midwest.

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My husband had only been gone one day when the doorbell 
rang. I went to see who was there. I opened the door and 
it was my mistress. I said, "I thought you promised not 
to come by until my hubby got home."

Pat looked me in the eye as said, "I said that so your 
hubby wouldn't worry about us, so I guess I lied."

I replied, "But I can't let you in because I promised – 
no mistress until he gets back."

Pat grabbed my arm and pulled me into her arms. She 
wrapped her arms around my shoulders and began kissing 
me deeply. I broke away, stepped back and said, "No, I 
promised. We always do this together or not at all. Go 
away!"

That was the opening Pat was looking for as she stepped 
into the house and closed the door behind her. I could 
see the lust in my mistress' eyes as they burrowed into 
my soul. I pleaded, "No, I promised. I promised."

My mistress said, "I just wanted to talk especially 
about our celebration night." That reassuring comment 
calmed my fears and I replied, "Well, I guess talking 
would be OK."

My mistress and I settled in on the living room sofa. 
Pat said that she really enjoyed the events of our 
anniversary. I said, "I think we all had a good time. My 
hubby was very forceful. I'd never seen him act that way 
before. It was refreshing and so sexy for me. How was it 
for you?"

Pat answered, "I thought it was really sexy, too. I was 
so wet sexually and then later too wet. It was a 
different kind of release for me, but a very strong one 
that I enjoyed tremendously."

I said, "I loved being with my husband again. Don't get 
me wrong. I enjoy being with you, too, but it was just 
excitingly different."

Pat looked at me and took my hand then said, "Let's go 
out." I thought to myself – "No, I can't let my mistress 
do this to me. I promised." I answered, "No. I need to 
stay here. I promised."

Pat said, "You don't believe your hubby isn't out with 
the guys picking up some slut that'll suck his cock and 
fuck his brains out."

I answered with some fear in my voice that my mistress 
might be right, "No, he wouldn't do that. He loves me."

Pat replied, "Well, you're so fucking naοve. It's not 
about love. It's about lust. Men are always looking for 
that next piece of ass or blow job. Especially BJs 
because they don't have to do any work just lay there 
and get their rocks off."

"My Sweetie isn't like that. He's different." I said 
with some conviction, but there was a seed of doubt 
because my sweetie really liked fucking Pat. Hadn't he 
picked her over me when given the choice? I felt my 
confidence waning. Gathering up all my fortitude, I 
said, "Mistress, you need to go. Go now!"

"And what if I don't. Are you going to hurt me? Just 
what are you going to do, my little bitch!" Pat replied 
as her eyes seared through me like a hot poker and I 
felt a 'wetness' between my legs. My mistress snatched 
my arm and twisted it continuing she said, "What are you 
going to do, bitch? Are you going to twist my arm like 
this and make me fall to the floor? Make me beg for you 
not to hurt me!"

She was tearing my arm off and I thought it would come 
out of the socket as I lay on the floor. "Please stop. 
Don't hurt me." I begged.

"Don't hurt me WHAT?" Pat said.

I sobbed a reply as tears streamed down my cheeks, 
"Don't hurt me, my mistress."

She replied, "That's correct, I AM your mistress and you 
always do what I say. Isn't that right?"

She still had a firm grip on my arm. I answered, "Yes, 
my mistress, I do what you say always." I knew I had to 
do what she wanted because in a strange way, she loved 
me and just wanted to show me a different pleasure. She 
released me and pulled up her dress as she sat down and 
said, "I want you to eat me."

I took my position between her legs and began lapping at 
her cunt just the way she liked it. She began to moan 
and pulled my head into her pleasingly fragrant pussy as 
she came on my face with a flood of juices. It tasted 
wonderful as I drank it down. She said, "Let me see if 
you're wet." 

I stood up and lifted my dress as my mistress slipped 
her hand in my panties. She pulled them down hard and 
began finger fucking me until I was good and wet then 
she stopped and said, "You need to learn some self-
control. I'm going to leave and I don't want you 
masturbating to finish this off. Do you understand?"

I responded, "Yes, my mistress, whatever you say." I was 
really hot by then and it would be difficult, but I 
thought I could do it. She left and I headed for the 
shower to cool off. I wish my husband was home so he 
could hold me and tell me everything would be alright. I 
had a fitful sleep that night, but I didn't masturbate.

The next day about 9 AM, my mistress called. When I 
heard her voice on the other end of the line, I felt a 
tremor of fear go through me and I wondered what she was 
going to do to me. The conversation started out innocent 
enough with topics about how warm it was for spring; a 
new dress she wanted to show me; and her Oscar (fish) 
had died. She asked, "Is there anyone there with you?"

I replied, "No."

"Where are you?" she queried.

"I'm in the living room," was my answer.

"What are you wearing?" was the next question.

"My bathrobe," I answered.

She asked, "What's under it?"

"Nothing," was my answer.

"Go to the picture window, open the drapes and stand 
there," she requested. I did as she requested.

"Open your robe and look down and tell me what you see!" 
was my mistress' next order.

I replied, "I can't."

"No, you will or you will be punished!" she replied.

"I can't do that for you," was my reply as I summoned up 
some courage.

"If you don't do as I order, I'll punish your husband 
when he gets back," was her threat.

"No, don't do that please, my mistress," I replied.

"Well, what do you see?" she questioned. While standing 
in the center of our picture window, I opened my robe 
and looked down. A tear ran down my cheek and I began to 
cry because my weakness could cause my Sweetie to get 
hurt. I can't believe I allowed/wanted this to happen to 
us. I answered between sniffles, "I see my tits and 
pussy."

"Don't cry. It'll be alright. Pinch you right nipple. 
Pinch it hard! Do it. Do it now!" she ordered. I did as 
she ordered and a pain shot through me like an 
electrical current, but it caused me to get wet, too. I 
let out a stifled 'Mmmmfff' sound into the phone. My 
mistress said, "Good, you should be wet. Spread your 
legs and finger yourself. Don't argue with me or I'll 
hang up and then your hubby will be in for it when he 
returns." 

How could I let him be hurt because of my actions, so I 
slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt as I did a 
'Hmmmm' sound escaped from my lips.

Her next order was, "Finger yourself until you cum, my 
little bitch!" I pinched my nipple as hard as I could to 
help me cum faster and I shoved my fingers deep into my 
drooling pussy. I closed my eyes and drifted off into 
pre-orgasm land. I came in several waves as my knees 
buckled and I dropped the phone and fell to the floor. 
Once recovered, I retrieved the phone and my mistress 
said, "Look out the window!" 

As I crawled up to the window sill, I saw two men 
standing there and they began clapping and smiling. I 
felt my face turn crimson red. My mistress was standing 
by the tree in our front yard on her cell phone holding 
a package. She started walking toward the front door. I 
covered myself and closed the drapes.

I went to the door and let her in. She said, "That was 
really great and those men enjoyed your show. They both 
had hard-ons. I'll bet they'll come by here often hoping 
for an encore performance. I bought this for you. Try it 
on." I opened the package and it was a little midnight 
black dress with matching black stockings, a garter 
belt, lacey bra, frilly thong and some six inch heels. I 
asked, "Where'd you get all this?"

"Victoria's Secret where else." she replied. I slipped 
on the thong and bra. Since I had never worn one, my 
mistress helped me with the garter belt and stockings, 
but first she made me take off the thong put it on over 
the garter belt. Her hands were so soft as the rubbed up 
and down my legs fixing the stockings just to her 
liking. I got damp. I slipped the dress on and it fit 
perfectly and stepped into the shoes. 

I saw my reflection in the dining room mirror and loved 
the way I looked – so sexy. All that black against my 
porcelain white skin. My mistress knew me. She said, 
"Wow! You look wonderfully hot – better than I 
imagined." She leaned in and kissed me with such a 
loving tenderness. How could she be so mean to me 
sometimes? "Let's sit down and talk awhile." she said.

We had a delightful conversation about all kinds of 
things. My mistress was well-read, articulate, funny 
when she wanted to be, beautiful and she loved me. After 
about an hour, she slid over next to me and kissed my 
neck. I just closed my eyes as she moved to my ear, my 
cheek and then my lips. Her kisses were like clouds 
floating by – so delicate and sensuous. I was getting 
aroused when she slipped my new dress off my shoulder 
and kissed it. She said, "I need you to stand up." 

I did and she slowly unzipped my dress and her hands 
slid over my body as she helped remove that little black 
patch of fabric. I stepped out of it. She said, "You 
look more than beautiful – whatever that is," as her 
hand stroked my hair and her fingers ran over my lips. 

I was getting wet just thinking about the loving 
attention I was receiving. She kissed my lips, which 
parted to allow her tongue to ravish my mouth. We 
engaged in a deep embrace with hands caressing each 
other's body. She looked into my eyes and said, "I need 
to eat you." 

I immediately pulled my thong off and asked, "Do you 
want me to undress?"

My mistress replied, "No, you look too sexy dressed like 
this." She knelt between my legs and slowly kissed her 
way up toward my now smoking pussy, but she stopped 
before reaching it. She undid my bra and pinched my 
nipple very hard and it was like pushing the starter 
button on a car. 

I was naked except for the garter belt, stockings and 
heels. I felt so sexy; looked so slutty and was so hot. 
She sucked my nipple into her mouth and I was ablaze 
with passion. She continued nibbling, biting and licking 
my nipples until I could hardly stand another second. 
She slid down and her tongue finally touched my clit. 
Her tongue is so wonderfully amazing that she can make 
me cum and cum and cum without stopping. I began to cum 
as I pulled her into my baby carriage. 

I only wished my hubby was here to enjoy this with me. 
Finally after about fifteen minutes, she let me catch my 
breath. I said, "Oh, my mistress, you are too good to 
me. I just love your tongue and how it makes me feel. 
I'd do anything for you."

My mistress replied, "I know you will." She stayed until 
dinner time and never asked me to do anything for her. 
She had brought her bag of goodies and after eating me, 
she fucked me with a big strap-on that had me cumming 
for at least thirty minutes. It was the greatest 
sexually fulfilling day of sex I'd ever had. At that 
moment, I couldn't have loved her more.

The next day she called about 10 AM and said, "I want 
you to get dressed in the outfit I bought you."

I asked, "All of it?" She replied, "Yes, all of it. What 
the fuck else would I mean!"

She arrived right after lunch and said, "We need to go 
somewhere. There's someone I want you to meet and if 
you're good, I'll eat you when we get back." That 
sounded terrific to me. I asked, "Where are we going?" 
She answered, "You'll see."

We drove for about ten minutes and ended up near the 
college campus. Homes in this neighborhood where usually 
rented by students. We stopped and approached this 
house. It needed a paint job in the worse way. My 
mistress knocked on the door and a young man answered. 
He was probably 20 or 21. When he saw me he said, "Pat, 
you said she was hot, but wow, she's flaming." My face 
flushed with embarrassment. We entered the house. My 
mistress said, "Why don't you two sit on the sofa and 
I'll get some drinks." I guess she had been there 
before.

I sat down at the end of the sofa and Harold sat next to 
me just staring at me. I was getting a little 
uncomfortable by his closeness and the glaring. I felt 
like a piece of steak in the lion's cage. He put his 
hand on my leg and began to slide it up my leg. I shot 
up out of my seat and said, "What are you doing?"

He said, "I'm just checking out the merchandise." I 
thought to myself, "What the fuck does that mean?"

Just then my mistress emerged from the kitchen with some 
drinks. I said, "Pat, we need to go. This young man is 
trying to get fresh with me."

Pat said, "Come over here and stand in front of me." I 
did. She reached up and ran her fingers though my hair 
and kissed my neck. I got a chill. She whispered in my 
ear, "You need to be a 'good' girl and do as I say. 
Remember I'll eat you, so let's just calm down and 
remember that you said you'd do anything for me." She 
unzipped my dress, slipped it off my shoulders and it 
fell to the floor. She said, "Doesn't my little bitch 
look superb."

Harold couldn't answer fast enough, "Yeah, she fucking 
awesome." My mistress pushed me down on the sofa and 
said, "I don't want to hear another complaint out of 
you. Understand!"

I replied, "Yes." Pat retorted, "Yes, WHAT?"

My heart dropped as I realized what I was in for and 
responded, "Yes, my mistress." After that reply, 
Harold's hands were all over me – sliding up my legs, on 
my tits, kissing my neck. I just sat there in trance. In 
a couple minutes, I was naked except my heels, stocking 
and garter and he was fingering me. 

My mistress was sitting in a chair just watching and 
said, "Pinch her nipple hard and watch what happens." He 
did. I couldn't control myself and began to cum. My 
mistress just watched while stroking her pussy. 

Soon I was sucking his cock as he came in my mouth. He 
said, "Don't swallow it. Show it to me."

I opened my mouth and he stuck his finger in it, swished 
his stuff around and rubbed some on my face and tits. He 
said, "OK, you can swallow the rest." I did. He had my 
lay down and fucked me. He came in about 10 minutes. 

My mistress said, "Now watch this. Count how many times 
she cums." She knelt between my legs and began to flick 
her tongue on my clit. I was so hot for her that I began 
to cum immediately and lost count of my orgasms. When 
she finally stopped about 15 minutes later, Harold said, 
"I think there were at least twenty."

We left and returned to my house, my mistress said, "You 
were a real 'good' girl and now I will give you your 
reward." She had me take my dress and thong off and 
began to eat me again. I loved it. Her tongue can do 
magic to my pussy. After about twenty minutes of 
cumming, I was exhausted. When she left she said, "We'll 
do this again tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 9 because 
Harold has late classes tomorrow."

The next day, my mistress pulled up at 9 exactly and we 
were off to Harold's place. When we got there, two other 
young men were there – Tim and Tom, twins – Harold's 
roommates. My mistress said, "This is my little bitch 
and she does whatever I say. Don't hurt her, but have 
fun – OK, boys." She looked at me and said, "Don't 
complain just enjoy yourself. You'll get your reward 
when we get back to your place." 

She unzipped my dress like the day before and I felt 
abandoned and alone in this room with four other humans 
there. Harold laid on the couch with his cock sticking 
straight up and said, "Why don't you just hop on and 
we'll see where it goes from here." I lowered myself 
onto his cock and he began to pump into me. Tim and Tom 
had other ideas. Tim moved toward my face and said, 
"Suck me, you slut." 

Tom spit on my brown hole and began fucking my ass. He 
said, "This is the hottest bitch we've ever fucked. 
She'll do anything. What a cum slut." This continued 
until they all came. I thought I was done, but they 
switched positions and so it went until I had sucked 
them all and been fuck in the ass and cunt by each one. 
My mistress requested, "Hey, boys before we leave I want 
each of you to jack off on her face and hair. Do you 
think you could do that for me?"

They responded in unison, "Hell, yeah, we can do that." 
When they were finished, I had globs of cum in my eyes 
and my hair was glued together like a dog with the 
mange. My mistress wouldn't let me clean it off before 
we left.

On the way home we stopped at a convenience store and 
she made me go in. My mistress made me stand by the 
check-out counter as several guys in line looked us over 
and stared at me with dried cum on my face and in my 
hair. They knew what it was. She saw them gawking at me 
and said, "Yes, it's cum. She likes it." I felt about 3 
inches tall. She bought a Coke and we left. 

Once we were at my house she stripped me and ate my 
pussy liked she promised. I came like rain in the rain 
forest in torrents. When she was finished, she lightly 
patted my pussy and said with a smile, we need to give 
this a rest. You have tomorrow off. After she left, I 
cleaned up and began to cry. I was so alone and 
helpless. 

I felt betrayed by my mistress that she would treat me 
like this and encourage this to happen to me. I thought 
about killing myself, but my sweet hubby. What had I 
gotten us into? This was all my fault. I realized I 
wasn't a sometime 'slut'. I was a fulltime 'SLUT'. I 
headed for bed even though it was only 2 in the 
afternoon. I slept until the next morning.

It was a beautiful spring morning. The air was fresh; 
the birds were singing and the sun shone brightly. About 
9, the doorbell rang. I peeked out the window and didn't 
see my mistress' car, so I wondered who it might be. I 
opened the door and it was a man that I didn't 
recognize, but I thought that I might have seen him 
somewhere.

He said as he looked me up and down, "I was just passing 
by and I thought I'd say hello."

His stare was making me uneasy as I answered, "Well, 
hello. Can I help you?"

He said, "I noticed that you're a beautiful woman and 
very well built."

I replied, "Don't you think that's a bit forward 
considering we don't know each other?"

"Oh, but we do. I've seen you naked," he responded. I 
thought "seen me naked" when could that have happened. 
My heart stopped then started to race as my brain 
snapped to the realization that he was one of the men 
that watched me a couple days ago. I blushed.

Noticing my redness, he said, "Don't be ashamed. You are 
the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time and I 
really appreciated how engrossed you were with your 
activities. I thought to myself that's a woman I need to 
meet, so here I am."

Trying to end this conversation, I said, "Well, it's 
been nice to meet you. I've got to go."

Her grabbed my hands and lustfully peered deeply into my 
eyes and said, "I think you want to invite me in. Don't 
you?" My brain 'shorted out' and drifted off to, I don't 
know where. My pussy got wet and I went numb. I couldn't 
help myself and said, "Yes, come in."

Once I closed the door, he pushed me down in front of 
him and unzipped his pants. He said, "Take it out!" In a 
daze, I reached up and slipped my hand inside his boxers 
and pulled out an eight inch cock. He said, "I think you 
want to suck it now. Don't you?" I can't believe that I 
said, "Yes, that would be nice." My lips and tongue 
worked his cock right there at my own front door. He 
grabbed my head pumped as he blew a load into my mouth 
and said, "Drink my cum, you slut." I did.

He said, "I have go, but I'll come by once a week to see 
you. I hope you enjoyed yourself because I certainly 
did." He left and I masturbated by the front door until 
I had cum at least four times. I needed my husband home 
to help me control what I'd become.

That night, I got a phone call from my Sweetie. He said, 
"Honey, I've got some bad news. I got to be out here 
another week."

I screamed, "Nooooooo! I can't be without you any 
longer. Please come home. Everything is going to shit."

He answered, "Has Pat been bothering you?"

"She's been talking to me and making me do things." I 
replied.

He sounded worried when he said, "You mean with other 
people or just on the phone?"

I couldn't tell him the truth, not on the phone when he 
was so far away, so I lied and said, "No just on the 
phone."

"So it's just phone sex then," he replied. I lied again 
and answered, "Yes, just phone sex."

He said, "That's OK, Honey. I know the power she has 
over you and I'm glad it's just phone sex. I hope to get 
this wrapped up early, so I can be home with you sooner. 
See you soon. Love ya."

I replied with a defeated soul, "Love you, too."

I decided I wouldn't answer the phone or the doorbell 
until my husband got home. That was my only way to 
survive this. It was working then Saturday came. It was 
about 3 pm and I heard my front door open. I knew I had 
locked it, so I was worried. I should have been worried 
because in walked my mistress. I said, "How did you get 
in here."

She replied, "Don't you remember. You gave me a key. I 
was worried about you. You haven't been answering the 
phone or returning my messages. Since you're alone in 
this house, I thought something might have happened to 
you."

I replied, "I'm alright. I just need some alone time to 
think."

"I think you need some wine and hot bath. That really 
helps me relax." my mistress replied as she headed for 
the bathroom. "I'll run you one. That Jacuzzi of yours 
will certainly do the trick."

Once my bath had been drawn, she said, "I think it's 
ready for you." When I walked in, the mirror was already 
fogging up, so the water must have been pretty warm. My 
mistress said, "Let me help you out of those clothes."

I said, "No, I want to do it myself.

She replied, "I won't do anything. Just let me help you. 
I love to help you. You know that. Please." She had 
never said 'please' to me before. I reluctantly replied, 
"OK."

She unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off. She 
unsnapped my bra, slipped it off and rubbed my shoulders 
where the straps had dug into them. Her hands were like 
feathers. That felt nice. She unzipped my jeans and slid 
them down my legs. I stepped out of them. She reached up 
and slipped her thumbs into my panties waistband and 
slowly pulled them down. I was naked in front of her. 
She said, "Turn around." I did. Her eyes were drinking 
me in like nectar of the gods. She said, "The water's 
pretty warm. Go slow, you wouldn't want to cook that 
beautiful body."

I dipped my foot cautiously into the water. It was 
pretty hot, but I continued. Soon I was lowering my body 
into the soothing warmth. Once I was fully immersed, she 
said, "Let me turn it on the jets.." They felt great as 
they massaged my tensions and I could feel them drifting 
away just like a tea bag in hot water. I was relaxed and 
it felt wonderful. My mistress brought us two large 
glasses of the Malbec I loved and place mine on the tub 
ledge. I took a few slips. While she sat in the vanity 
chair and watched, she took a few sips, too. 

Soon both of us had finished the wine and my mistress 
headed for the kitchen for the bottle. She refilled our 
glasses. We talked about everything except the one thing 
that I feared. With the water's warmth, the wine was 
affecting me quickly. I had drank it too fast, but I was 
feeling really relaxed for the first time since my hubby 
went on his business trip. 

Pat turned on the hot water to add some more heat. I 
felt like a broiled fish as the water rushed around my 
body and the jets burrowed into my tensions. I was about 
half finished with my second glass when my mistress 
said, "You look so relaxed now. Can I join you?"

I feared she would take advantage of me in this state 
and replied, "No, I don't think so."

"Please, I promise I won't do anything." she pleaded. 
That was the second time today that she had said 
'please' to me. In a weak moment, I said, "OK, but no 
funny business."

She removed her clothes and stepped in behind me so that 
my back nestled up against her breasts. The water level 
rose up to my neck. As I rested on her chest, I could 
feel that her nipples were hard as pebbles. A tingle 
came over me and I wanted to get out, but the warmth and 
the wine convinced me otherwise. My mistress said, "Oh, 
this feels really good. I like the way the jets just 
massage your body. They swivel so you can direct them 
exactly when they need to go."

She moved one and aimed it direct at my nipple. It was 
like a thousand tongues flicking it. I began to feel a 
stirring between my legs. She re-directed another jet to 
hit the other nipple. I could feel I was going to lose 
control and tried to get up, but the wine and warmth had 
turned my legs into jelly. I couldn't move. She parted 
my legs. I said, "No, don't do this."

As she took the hand sprayer, she replied, "I'm not 
doing anything." She immersed it underwater and turned 
it on with the pulsating flow and directed it at my 
pussy. When the first pulse of water hit it, I knew I 
was lost. I was cumming in about five seconds as my 
mistress held me close with her arm around my waist as 
she moved the water stream back and forth over my clit 
and I came and came and came. She whispered in my ear, 
"I just love watching you cum. It's so hot. It just 
shows me how much you love me. I love making you feel 
good."

I responded, "Oh, my mistress, please don't do this. 
Please don't make me do anything tonight. Please."

Her response was, "I won't make you do anything you 
don't want to do." She turned the sprayer off and moved 
to the edge of the tub then spread her legs. I knew I 
had to eat her because she was my mistress. I buried my 
face in her pussy and made her cum. She said, "See I 
knew you wanted to do that." She got me out of the tub 
and laid out my black dress outfit. When I saw it, I 
said, "OH NO, please not that! No! Not tonight. Let's 
just stay here and make love, my mistress."

"Remember when I first made you do things that you 
thought you didn't like, but you really did. Well, this 
is one of those things." was her rebuttal. Soon I was 
dressed and we were heading for Harold's apartment. Once 
we arrived, it was a party, but there were just guys 
there about a dozen. It wasn't fifteen minutes and I was 
naked on the floor fucking and sucking everyone there.

This went on for hours and I came every time I had a 
cock in my mouth, pussy or ass most of the time all 
three at once. My mistress just watched while rubbing 
her cunt. She had all the boys cum on me as I lay on the 
floor. I had cum covering every inch of my body. She got 
me dressed and took me home and left me with my clothes 
glued to my skin. I stood in the shower with all my 
clothes on trying to wash away everything I had become 
and not wanting it to be that way. I must have been in 
there an hour just crying and hating myself.

Sunday afternoon, I got a call from my hubby; it made me 
feel so safe talking with him. He said he had finished 
all his business by working all weekend, so he could 
come home to me earlier. I love him so much. He really 
is the sweetest guy and the things he does for me. He 
said he'd be home Monday afternoon. I was elated.

-=- 

As soon as my plane landed and we were allowed to stand 
up, I pushed my way to the front of the plane. I pissed 
off about half the plane, but I needed to get to Kathy. 
She had sounded so sad when I'd talked to her. I needed 
to take care of my baby. 

Once I pulled into the driveway, my beautiful wife came 
sprinting out the front door and wrapped her arms around 
me and squeezed so tightly that I almost couldn't 
breathe. We kissed and hugged like I'd been on a long 
combat deployment. I saw Marge looking out her window 
observing. I waved. She smiled. I was glad to be home.

We went inside and sat down. "I missed you so much, 
Honey. I could hardly stand it. Have you been a 'good' 
girl while I've been gone?" I asked. Kathy looked a 
little strange, but with a smile on her face she said, 
"I've been the best." She hugged me again and I just 
held her in my arms as I enjoyed the scent of her hair 
and the warmth of her body as nuzzled into my chest. 
This felt like it was supposed to be.

Later that evening Pat called and asked me if she could 
come over. I thought it strange that she would ask me 
anything. I looked at my wife. She shook her head no. I 
said, "Pat, I'd prefer that you not come over."

She said, "If you're going to fuck my little cunt 
tonight, are you up for some punishment?"

"If that's what it takes, I guess that's what it'll be 
then." was my response.

Her reply was, "Well, a lot has happened since you've 
been gone, so I guess it would be alright for you to 
fuck her. Goodnight, see you tomorrow." I thought I 
wonder what that meant.

I asked Kathy, "Pat said that a lot has happened since 
I've been gone. What does she mean?"

My wife looked down and relayed the story of Pat making 
her masturbate in the front window. I asked, "Did anyone 
see you?"

She reluctantly said, "I had my eyes closed, but when I 
finished, there were two men watching."

"Is that all?" was my next questions. She looked like a 
beat puppy and said, "Yes, that's all." With some 
lingering doubt, I thought, given the control Pat has 
been putting on her, she did well. We retired to the 
bedroom for an all-night fuck and suck session. It was 
great to have my wife to myself for a night at least.

When I arrived home from work Pat was there waiting for 
me as I pulled in the driveway. She met me on the way to 
the door and said, "I missed you, too. Our anniversary 
night was so special for me. I get wet just thinking 
about how you treated me." 

She grabbed me and kissed me with her tongue licking the 
back of my throat as her hand slip down and fondled my 
cock. I broke loose and said, "What the fuck, girl. 
Someone could be watching." I was right, Marge was 
peering out her window, but she wasn't smiling this 
time. We went inside.

We all had a nice conversation and Pat said, "I've been 
reading about this erotic asphyxiation. It's the 
greatest sex ever."

I asked, "What's so special about it?"

She replied with some excitement in her voice, "Well, 
it's almost like dying, but you don't and the 
stimulation is just exhilarating. I tried it once and it 
was indescribable. I want us to do it."

Kathy said, "I'm not going to do it! I don't want to die 
having sex. I love the sex I'm having now." It was good 
to hear my wife speak up for herself and that she 
enjoyed the sex we were having. To have a wife that 
enjoyed sucking, fucking and all kinds of sex had been 
my goal all along. I was pleased with her.

Pat looked at me and said, "Would you fuck me and do 
it?"

"Just what am I supposed to do to make this happen?" I 
asked.

She answered as she pointed to her neck, "You must 
depress the carotid arteries, which are the two arteries 
on either side of the neck. These arteries carry oxygen 
to the brain."

I interrupted, "I know where the fucking carotid 
arteries are and what they do."

She continued, "When you squeeze them, the brain loses 
oxygen and you get a feeling of inexpressible pleasure. 
My orgasm was an out of body experience. I just can't 
explain it any better than that. I got some stuff off 
the internet that tells you how to do it. Do you want to 
try it? It'll be fun. Come on, you pussy."

"Hey, don't call me pussy. Let me read up on it and I'll 
let you know." I replied.

Kathy said, "You're not doing that shit to me. Count me 
out."

Pat said, "Let's all fuck just for fun."

I said, "Pat why don't you eat Kathy while I fuck her. I 
can cum in her pussy or your mouth, whichever one you 
want."

Pat replied, "No, it doesn't matter to me – whatever you 
want to do to us." It dawned on me that our anniversary 
sex had changed everything. I was the alpha now. As long 
as I treated her like shit, she would do what 'I' 
wanted.

We all assumed the positions and I was definitely 
enjoying stabbing my cock into my wife cunt especially 
with Pat licking it on every stroke. Kathy was really 
bucking because of the double stimulation – Pat's tongue 
and my cock. 

Pat was drinking my wife's cum and it felt like I was 
going to cum, so I pulled out and began to ram my cock 
down Pat's throat as far as I could. When I had blown my 
load, I pulled out and Pat let out a loud gasp on 
convulsed all over with a 9.0 earthquake orgasm. 
Apparently, I had cut off the air while shoving my cock 
down her throat, but she loved it.

She immediately said, "Can I suck you? I want you to cum 
on my face." I couldn't believe what she was saying and 
enthusiastic replied, "Help yourself, bitch." She began 
licking my nuts and sucking them into her mouth. Soon 
she was working on my cock as Kathy watched and rubbed 
her pussy. I said, "I'm getting close lay down, so I 
don't miss. I blew my load on her lips and cheeks then 
as I had done to my wife, I used my cock to drag my cum 
into her mouth.

Kathy chimed in, "Let me have some of that." They both 
were out of control and drank down my release like a 
thirsty hikers lost in the desert. It was a great 
feeling to have power over them.

Pat had told my wife to stop ass-fucking me, but to let 
me keep taking the pills. Pat had been right the pills 
had cleared up my acne and my skin was a lot softer. 
Kathy even commented on it, but she noticed that my 
jeans where loose in the waist but tight on my hips. I 
noticed during sex when she or Pat licked or sucked my 
nipples it hurt some. Every now and then I couldn't keep 
my dick hard all the way to ejaculation. I just chalked 
it up to overuse from all the fucking we were doing. I 
felt like Brigham Young.

Things had been going great for about a month. I even 
did the choking thing Pat wanted a few times and she was 
ecstatic about doing it. It seemed like the only way she 
could get off, but I was in charge. Fucking my girls 
whenever, wherever and however I wanted. They did 
everything I told them to do.

I saw Gary in the hallway at work and he asked, "How's 
it going with Pat?"

I replied, "It's going great. Thanks. Do you want to go 
to lunch and talk about it?" He accepted. We had an 
extra-long conversation over lunch and where late 
getting back.

When I got home, my girls met me at the door and were 
fighting over me to see who would suck me first. This 
had to be a dream. Yes, a 'dream' come true. Later that 
night, Pat wanted me to do choke sex again. I told Kathy 
you just watch maybe you'd like to try it sometime. She 
said, "There's no way I'm going to do that."

Pat looked beautiful as she lay on the bed with her legs 
spread. Her face just said, "Please fuck me good". Kathy 
was sitting in the chair beside the bed watching. I was 
kissing Pat's luscious lips and then tits and I bit down 
on them hard and left teeth marks. I had found that the 
rougher the better as far as Pat was concerned. 

I savagely rammed my cock into her pussy and began 
pumping. She was getting close, so I put pressure on her 
arteries. She was really bucking now. So I pressed 
harder. I watched her eyes and the blue sparkle went 
from bright to dim to off.  I kept up the pressure and 
she went limp, but she had done this several times 
before and really loved this part. I kept the pressure 
on for several more minutes. Kathy said, "Stop it. I 
think she's there."

"No, I think she wants it a little long. I felt her 
twitching," I replied. After a couple more minutes, I 
released her. She didn't move, but that was usually the 
case when we did this. Ten minutes went by. Kathy 
started to get frantic and screamed, "What have you 
done? Is she dead?"

I checked her heartbeat and breathing and yes, she was 
dead. I told Kathy, "She had it coming."

"What! How the fuck can anybody have it coming? You were 
just fucking her for Christ's sake." she sobbed.

"I had lunch with Gary the other day and I asked him 
when he knew he was gay," I said.

"So what the fuck has that got to do with this. You 
killed her!" she screamed.

Here's what Gary said, "I have ALWAYS known I was gay."

"So." she screamed again.

I asked him, "But you said Pat was the first person to 
fuck and suck you."

He replied, "Yes, that's right. Pat was my first lover."

I replied questioningly, "That's when you found out you 
didn't like girls, right?"

"No, that's when I confirmed that I loved guys," he 
replied.

Kathy said, "That doesn't make any sense."

I replied, "Don't you get it. Pat had been a guy in high 
school and switched teams. She was trying to do the same 
thing to me with those fucking pills she made me take. 
Here's the story and let's get it straight before we 
call the police. Pat liked rough sex and especially this 
choking stuff. You have seen us do many times. She just 
wanted to take it a little further and it got out of 
hand."

Moral of the story: Be careful what you wish for.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex
with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it
isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people
other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around
the world contract HIV every year. You only have one
body per lifetime, so take good care of it!
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