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I sat in the corner of our bedroom, and watched closely as my beautiful wife Ceras approached Brad, a man we had met just a week before. This was a fantasy of ours that we had discussed many times. We have been married for many years, and with great confidence we chose to seek out opportunities to explore some of our more taboo fantasies. Brad was a tall, strong man who seemed the perfect choice for our fantasy. I could tell Ceras was attracted to Brad from the way she smiled, the way they talked, the sensual way her body danced when she was with him. He understood perfectly the fantasy that was to be played out, and also understood this event as a one time thing, with no strings attached. However, as they kissed and fondled each other, sparks flew. My sexy wife was drawn in, and soon to be devoured as I watched helplessly and silently. I watched his hand cup my wife's curvy breast, saw her sigh gently through their wet kiss, and I knew this evening was going to be intense. Ceras even dressed in a short sexy skirt with white thigh-high stockings, which never failed to turn me on.

By agreement, I was to sit silently and watch. I told my wife that I wanted her to select someone she really desired, someone she was drawn to, and I wanted her to have the freedom to say and do anything she wanted without fear. The idea of my Ceras set free to completely open up to another man was such a turn on for me that I found myself getting erect at just the mere suggestion. Ceras saw this, saw the effect it had on me, and was willing to act on it. Ceras recognized that for this evening to work, she would have to completely let go and enjoy the experience herself.

Our agreement was simply that I would sit in the corner of the room and watch, never to speak or participate in any way. The feeling of total helplessness was scary, but an incredible turn-on that's very hard to describe. When Brad and Ceras were ready, they began to kiss and explore the other playfully, never acknowledging my presence in any way. I finally felt a little pang of doubt, watching my Ceras flirt with Brad, but I reminded myself that this was our fantasy and for our mutual benefit.

Ceras has always been a very sexy woman, something I admit that I probably have taken for granted over the many years. I realized as she and Brad stood face to face, kissing softly, his hand slowly feeling the smooth curve of her ass, that she was incredibly sexy. Brad was definitely attracted to my wife and the room filled with raw sexual desire. They kissed deeply for a long time and the sexual tension became thick, like a fog that permeated everything. Finally, she looked up at Brad with those big green eyes that I love to gaze into, gave Brad a hot sexy little smile, then moved slowly to her knees. My heart leaped then, knowing what was coming next and hoping I could handle it.

She unzipped his pants, then reached inside and played with his erection for awhile before pulling him out. He moaned and stroked her hair as her hand wrapped around him and squeezed. His cock was large and thick, and when her red lips gently kissed the mushroom tip of his cock, I tensed and my erection suddenly became painfully hard. She gradually sucked him in further. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. I could tell she was using her lips and tongue to explore every curve of his cock inside her mouth. I remembered the many times Ceras had done that for me, explored me slowly, and I wondered how she felt having this new cock to suck on. There was no uncertainty or tentativeness in Ceras at all, she was clearly enjoying herself and determined to see that Brad did, too. He was looking down at her, and when he called her a good girl, I really felt completely out of control. Ceras smiled and looked up at Brad, and told him that she loved his cock. I was very jealous then, and a little unsure of myself, but unwilling to say anything at all.

She began sucking harder, pulling his cock deeper into her mouth. He told her again that she was such a good girl, something which seemed to have an effect on Ceras and got her sucking harder, using her tongue and mouth to please him. Brad seemed to have opened a submissive side of Ceras, because at that moment Ceras seemed to want only to please Brad and satisfy him. I didn't know that Ceras had a submissive side like this, and I suddenly got so curious and horny that I quietly unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. I no longer was sure of anything, except that I would see this evening through somehow.

Ceras looked up at Brad then and told him that she wanted to eat his cum. Brad stroked her hair then, and gave her permission to swallow his cum. The thought of my wife asking another man for permission to give him a blow job stopped me cold. She aggressively sucked Brad's cock then, fondling his balls the entire time, and I knew that she was going to take his cum in her mouth. My beautiful Ceras sucked this man for all it was worth, and I could hear Brad's moans deepen. As Brad began to build to an orgasm, I watched Ceras's face closely, those pink lips opening and taking his thick manhood so eagerly and so deep. She never backed down, never hesitated. I felt the moment he came in my wife's eager mouth my cock from across the room. Ceras's soft red lips were firmly planted around the head of his cock, her eyes were closed in concentration, and his cock pulsed hard and forced his hot cum into her waiting mouth. I sat silently, but my thoughts were screaming for this to stop. I was thinking that I don't want my wife to beg another man for his cum, I don't want my wife to be used like this, as a tool for his satisfaction. But I also saw that she wasn't really being used, she was enjoying this. Part of me wanted to get up, go after Brad, take him down and reclaim my wife for myself. But I didn't. I sat and watched, flooded with confusion and jealousy, but also fascinated. Ceras didn't flinch at all, and continued to kiss and suck the tip of his cock afterwards. She looked up at him for approval, smiling softly. Brad smiled back, and said simply "You are such a good girl, Ceras."

Brad kissed Ceras then, and asked her what she wanted. She kissed him back and considered. At this point, the experience was already so intense for me I wondered if I could handle anything more. I realized that I had expected this experience to be a mechanical sex show, in which I would watch the act of my wife getting fucked. What I didn't expect was the chemistry, the attraction, the enjoyment and satisfaction they were getting from each other. They were becoming lovers right before my eyes.

Ceras finally told him what she wanted: "Just use me any way you want, just take me, I am yours for anything you want. My body is yours."

Brad turned Ceras around and placed her hands on the bed, bent her over, lifted her skirt and spread her legs apart behind her. He grabbed her medium length brown hair then and pulled. Ceras yelped and cried out a little as he held her and spanked her ass just once, apparently to show her that he really was completely in charge. I damn near jumped out of my chair then, but stopped myself somehow. I knew all Ceras had to do was yell out to me for help if this went too far, and I settled back in to my chair. My cock was so hard that it hurt. Brad asked her again if he could use her body, and she said yes. I was flooded with emotion then, as Brad opened a side to my sexy wife I never saw. I always thought she wanted to be treated as an equal at all times, but right in front of my eyes I was becoming aware that she had a side to her that wanted to be used like this, as a toy, as a slave.

Brad instructed Ceras to spread her ass cheeks wide. Brad then licked his finger and forcefully slid it into her anus as she gasped in disbelief. My wife had never wanted any anal sex before, but she was opening her cheeks to a strong man who would take her and give her no choice. He finger fucked her ass repeatedly as she moaned loudly, sliding in and out. Brad then made wide circles with his finger, apparently designed to loosen up those tight muscles. Over and over he told her how hot she was, what a cute little ass hole she had, and all she could do to reply was gasp and moan. I was slowly pumping myself as I watched my wife being taken, and I slowed when I could feel my own orgasm build.

Brad bent over and began licking my wife's ass for several minutes, which she enjoyed. Her eyes were closed, her soft face showed her enjoyment of every movement of his tongue. I even detected a subtle little shift, where she seemed to be spreading her legs apart even wider for him. Finally he pulled up, and my poor Ceras' body ached for a release that was not coming. She didn't say a word, though. She allowed him to reposition her on all fours on top of the bed. On his knees behind her, he began pressing his cock against her ass hole, and once again I was overwhelmed with anger and fear and desire as Brad opened my wife in ways I never have. She was far more open for him than she ever was with me, and those thoughts intensified with each moment. She cried out, repositioned herself, cried out again, and with both of them struggling and working, he finally managed to sink his erection several inches inside Ceras's ass. My beautiful wife's ass was open wide now. I saw her hole gaping for him and his erection firmly planted several inches inside. I watched as Brad took my wife anally, rocking back and forth and building speed. With each thrust of his long thick cock deep within her, I finally pumped myself past the point of no return. My thoughts and emotions poured into my orgasm like volcanic lava, and I knew my orgasm would be the most powerful sensation I had experienced. Waves and waves passed through me as my cock exploded, cum splattering on my legs and stomach and fingers, my eyes still burning from the image of my wife's cute little ass being penetrated forcefully by another man.

They ignored my orgasm, and Brad filled my wife completely, cumming deep in her ass as they both sweated and screamed together. My Ceras seemed desparate now for release, but she still didn't utter a word. My orgasm calmed me a little and I collapsed into my chair, feeling overwhelmed and a little defeated. I watched cum dribble from her ass just a little as he again repositioned her. She was on her back, legs spread wide and pussy exposed nicely.

"Would you like me to fuck you, Ceras? Would you like me to fuck your cute little cunt and cum deep in you?"

"Yes...please...God, yes...please fuck me..."

"No, Ceras. Maybe next time, after you have pleased me more. You'll need to earn my cock."

Next time?

Then, Brad knelt between her legs and began eating her cunt. She jerked visibly when his tongue began rolling through the folds of her pussy lips. She gasped loudly and began writhing under Brad, fighting the intense sensations that were rolling through her body but unable to free herself from his control. I could tell that my Ceras was being driven crazy by his tongue lashing, but needing to completely submit, too. My cock was erect again, emotions roiling through me uncontrollably. Brad was tearing down Ceras completely, making her beg and writhe in a way I never could have imagined. Screaming and clutching a pillow as his tongue relentlessly worked on her clit, she finally exploded magnificently, juices pouring from her pussy all over her ass and the bed. Her gasps and cries were loud, and I could see her body shaking. I couldn't help myself, and again I came and again my own cum spurted all over myself. Ceras was exhausted, nearly unable to move. I was exhausted, too, and desperately needed a break from all of the emotions and thoughts running through my head. After getting dressed and gathering up his stuff, Brad left silently, leaving the wreckage of what had just occurred for me and Ceras to figure out.

Minutes passed by quietly. Ceras was exhausted on the bed, alone and resting. I had so many questions for her. I knew that what had just happened right then would change our marriage, but for tonight I simply went to the bed and laid in Ceras's welcoming arms. She smiled at me, kissed me softly. Her smile reassured me then, and we collapsed together and fell asleep.

We awoke the next morning to bright sunshine and uncomfortable silence. The excitement and eroticism of the previous evening dissipated like a late-morning fog. I think we both felt numb, and perhaps it was time to step back and consider the exhausting events of the previous night. My day was filled with yard work, which gave me plenty of time to rifle through the many images that had been imbedded into my brain: Brad using my beautiful wife of twelve years, cumming in both her mouth and her ass, making her beg and whimper for her orgasm. It was wonderfully gut-wrenching, sexy and dangerous.

I remember when Ceras and I discussed this particular fantasy. We were both bubbly and excited. We patted ourselves on the back for our open-mindedness. We have been married for twelve years, so confident in our marriage and our family that we could try anything. We could let go completely and have fun.

In bed that night, we finally talked openly. Ceras was cuddled in my strong arms, her head on my chest, her right leg d****d across mine, our favorite position.

"I guess I have to admit that I enjoyed last night," Ceras explained. "I just don't understand what it means. It seems like there must be something wrong with us. I mean...I enjoyed the sex, I knew you were watching me...sharing me...and it felt so wild...but so wrong..."

"I know, I don't know what it means either," I said. "I just want everything to be okay...this feels risky, like this could go totally wrong and we could screw up everything we have built together..."

"Yeah..."

"Do you really have a submissive side to you, or was that just an act?"

"I don't know," Ceras explained wistfully. "I think I enjoyed it. The attention...how demanding Brad was...I really enjoyed being taken like that..."

We talked about the previous night for many hours, which proved to be a powerful aphrodisiac for us. We fucked three times as she continued to describe her experience with Brad. I asked her what it felt like to have Brad's cock explode in her mouth while sat nearby. When her answer was only a shy little smile, my erection stiffened and I fucked my Ceras deep and hard. I poured all of my confused jealousy and wounded pride into each thrust and the bed shook. God, she really did enjoy screwing Brad. I penetrated Ceras with a passion that had been dormant for many years.

We were both confused. And even our confusion was...confusing. We were just living out a fantasy, a seemingly common one at that. I always thought the world was teeming with people exploring such fantasies without inhibition or jealousy. Questions hung in the air: Is it this hard for every married couple to involve others in their sex lives? Do we just need time to get used to the experience? Is my jealousy an integral part of our erotic experience? Or are we headed down a path that will lead to divorce?

As the days passed, no answers to these questions emerged. All Ceras and I had to go on were facts: The experience was very powerful, but also disturbing in a way that we weren't prepared for. I found myself unable to focus on other things, at work or at home. We were both excited, but afraid of destroying our relationship, our marriage and our family. Days turned to weeks, and at last our comfort grew. As doubt faded, our confidence returned and our curiosity peaked.

We decided to repeat the experience with Brad. It would help us decide if this is something we could enjoy on a regular basis.

"With Brad?" I asked one night as Ceras lowered herself down on my erection.

"Yes, with Brad," she responded. She began grinding down on me. Ceras has large, firm, smooth white breasts that always taunt me from this position. I began playing with them as we talked, tugging on her nipples gently.

"Why Brad?"

"Because I love the taste of his cum, because I love his cock inside of me and how he just takes me..."

As we fucked this way, she repeated her desire to be with Brad again. My Ceras understood this fantasy perfectly, seemed to know exactly why this idea held such power for me, and she knew how to use it. Sex was intense, powerful and explosive for us now. My beautiful Ceras seemed to have a key to my psyche that nobody else understood, and she was using it to full effect.

I thrust upward into my wife over and over again as she described how Brad would take her. She kept teasing and taunting me, and I finally came uncontrollably inside of her. She moaned with delight.

Then Ceras called Brad, and a date was made just two days away.

On that night, Ceras dressed in high heels, black thigh-high stockings, a mini-skirt with no panties, and a black but opaque top that showed off her nipples. Ceras's white, smooth skin contrasted perfectly with her black lingerie. She looked damn good.

The doorbell rang and Ceras opened the door for Brad. Brad marched in and immediately took command, instructing Ceras to lay back on the bed, and open her legs wide for him. I watched Ceras closely this time as her demeanor took a complete turn, and she transformed easily into Brad's shy and submissive little sex toy. She laid back, lifted her skirt and spread her legs wide. She showed him her cunt, and her eyes looked up silently asking for Brad's approval.

"You have a very pretty pussy, Ceras," Brad said. Ceras smiled shyly. "Play with it for me. Make it wet and hungry for me."

Ceras separated her lips obediently, and Brad inspected her.

"Wider," Brad instructed. "I want to see deep inside of you, Ceras..."

She opened wider, and her pussy gaped open and revealed her wet, tender, pink depths.

"Now rub your clit for me, baby, get it all nice and hard and show me how good it feels...show me how much you want my cock..."

At that exact moment, the fog lifted and I understood what Brad was trying to do. Piece by piece, he was making my girl his girl instead. Brad was showing me the power he was relentlessly gaining over her, his ability to convert my wife of twelve years into his own personal slut who would do anything he asked. But we are all a****ls at heart, protective of our own territory. Ceras was MY territory, and I knew the time would come soon when I would have to reassert myself.

When Ceras was wet and desperate and begging for his cock, Brad fucked my wife again. Ceras gasped with every thrust, keeping her legs wide so that Brad could enjoy her completely. I was stroking my cock slowly, watching as Ceras closed her eyes, mouth open slightly, completely lost in the moment. I focused on her pussy, fascinated as her pink lips wrapped around his thick erection and how they sucked gently every time he pulled out. They fucked faster and harder, juices flowing everywhere as they climaxed, thick milky liquid pouring down Ceras's ass and legs, all over his cock, and onto the bed.

They calmed down slowly. Brad got up from the bed and looked at Ceras, apparently contemplating the best way to use her body again. But Brad made one simple mistake that ended everything for him.

Brad turned to me and said, "So, you sad pathetic little wimp, how does it feel to watch a real man take your wife?"

Our evening of wild sexual experimentation had suddenly developed into an alpha male power struggle. Brad was trying to steal the soul of my girl by training her to depend upon him for sexual satisfaction. Every instinct in my body told me then to protect my territory. Ceras was MY girl, my cunt, my whore and the mother of my daughter. Pure raging a****l instinct took over, and I grabbed Brad around the collar of his shirt and pushed him up against the wall. In a low, furious growl I told him that it was time I reclaimed my wife, and instructed him to leave and not ever return. Brad showed both confusion and fear for a long time, but never said a word. After a glance back toward Ceras, he picked up his things and left.

I then turned my attention to Ceras, my wife. She was still on the bed, skirt hiked up, still wet and dripping. She looked up at me with an expression of fear and wonder.

"You are my wife," I explained to her slowly and clearly, still wild-eyed with jealous fury. "But now I will make you MY slut..."

Ceras was on the bed, sitting on her knees and clutching a blanket. She was holding it in front of her like a shield, as if needing to hide. Ceras was smiling at me, however, looking up from behind the blanket with those bright green eyes. She had just been pinned down and fucked by Brad for the second time in a month, which she obviously enjoyed. At that moment, it seemed like she was enjoying my reaction even more.

Brad didn't just fuck my wife tonight. No, he made it very clear to me that Ceras was his woman, and he would use her how he pleased. Brad called me a pathetic wimp, and I responded by violently removing him from our home.

I didn't have the experience or vocabulary to categorize any of this. Words like domination, submission and cuckold held no meaning at all for me. What I felt was an intense love for my wife, a need to take her back and make her my own woman again and a dark jealousy that another man had reduced my wife to his submissive little slut. It fascinated me to no end that Ceras enjoyed it.

Brad was gone now. History. And I told Ceras that now I would make her MY whore. And she smiled.

I climbed on the bed and snuggled in behind her. I wrapped my arm around her chest to hold her securely, and kissed her lightly on the neck.

"You are a little whore, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am..." Ceras was smiling, almost beaming now.

"You love to be taken and fucked"

"Yes..."

"You want to submit completely..."

"Yes...yes...yes...."

I continued kissing her neck and ears, holding her tight to me. I reached around and cupped her mound, using my middle finger to probe my wife's hot slit. I Coaxed her swollen lips open, pulling her hood back just enough for me to massage her clit directly.

"I want you to be MY sexy little slut now, baby...."

"Yeaaaahhhhh ..." Ceras's eyes were closed now, her body writhing, trying to grind into my fingers. I wouldn't let her get her release. Not yet.

I dipped my fingers deep inside of Ceras, and I felt her tight little muscles clench around my fingers. She was sloppy and wet and had dripped onto the bed below. I pulled my fingers out and saw them glistening with her juices and a few small globs of Brad's cum. I held her firmly by her long brown hair, leaned her head back into me, and I began painting her lips and face.

I was much larger than Ceras, much stronger, and until this night it never occurred to me how much sexual power I potentially held. I looked across the room into a wall mirror mounted above our dresser, and my Ceras looked soft, beautiful and oh so innocent. My strong arms were wrapped around her body. She appeared so vulnerable. Ceras parted her lips and accepted the strange mixture of her and Brad's juices into her mouth, relaxing back against my chest. My wife, my own hot sexy little slut.

I told her she had been a good girl as my fingers worked her clit toward a very deep orgasm. Her sweet face was calm but focused. I marveled at her smooth skin, sensuous red lips. It's amazing what you notice about your girl when another man has had her. It's like seeing her for the first time. I rocked her gently and rubbed her pussy up and down its full length. I kept whispering in her ear what a sexy little girl she is and how much I love her. She came then, sighing sensually for me, settling back into my body.

We spent the night together, wrapped up in each other. I told her that I wanted both of us to call in sick the next day and to spend the day together. She agreed.

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When we woke the next morning, I asked her a question that I hoped would set the tone for the day.

"Do you trust me?"

Ceras smiled, bouncing happily in a way I hadn't seen for a good long time.

"Yes, completely. Do with me what you will, sir," Ceras responded playfully. Ceras was not acting very submissive. She was just...happy.

We both called in sick from work and arranged for day care for our daughter. The day certainly held promise, and we went about our necessary planning and arranging efficiently. Despite our long marriage, this felt like a first date.

We hopped in the car and drove to an upscale lingerie shop, and I picked out some of my favorite pieces: Thigh high stockings, a fishnet bodysuit, a ruffled mini-skirt, see through red panties and more. Every article of clothing a promise of a different fantasy fulfilled. It was a fun, lustful spending spree.

We then headed for the seedier side of town, to a sex toy store that attempted to present itself as upscale but fell well short. We walked in and looked around cautiously. I picked up a large 10-inch realistic looking dildo, and smiled at Ceras. She mockingly smiled back and made an "ouch" expression, a not-so-subtle hint that it might be too large. I bought the dildo anyway along with a small bottle of lubricant. We also purchased a thin vibrator, a pair of nipple clamps connected by a silver chain and metallic handcuffs. I really had no idea at that point what I was going to do with any of them, but the fact that they would be readily available was enough.

On the drive home, I prodded Ceras some more about Brad. I saw with my own eyes how much she enjoyed sex with him.

"Tell me again about Brad, tell me what it was like to fuck him."

"Well, he was powerful...when he was inside of me, fucking me, I felt like his beautiful toy...he had to have me..."

"Did you enjoy fucking him?"

"Yeah. It was...knowing my legs were spread for his cock and not yours, feeling his need and knowing you were there watching it all..."

"Tell me about your orgasm..."

"Oh god," Ceras began, feeling a little self-conscious. "The build up was amazing, I felt his cock and his deep thrusts and I felt your eyes watching me...watching my pussy being fucked...God, I felt so...exposed..."

"Would you like to fuck Brad again?"

"No. Only if you want me to."

I didn't want her to.

I pulled up to the house. I opened the door and let my wife in. I instructed her right then to strip down. I was uncontrollably jealous again, somehow upset that my wife could take such pleasure in another man. My reaction wasn't logical at all. She had sex with Brad for our mutual pleasure, but my response was pure a****l instinct.

I instructed her to put on the black fishnet bodysuit we had just purchased. Ceras has a wonderful hourglass figure with big sensuous curves. It was incredible to watch her pull the black web over her legs and her body. The lines of the fishnet suit pulled tight against her as she stood up and ran her fingers through her hair. The bodysuit hugged her smooth curves perfectly. Her fair skin looked flawless underneath, the perfect counter to the black fishnet.

When she had finished pulling the bodysuit, I stood in front of her. By the back of her neck, I pulled her close, kissed her lips lightly and looked her in the eye.

"You are MY sexy little slut"

"I am, yes..." Ceras responded, both obediently and somehow bemused.

"You will do anything I desire..."

"Yes...anything..."

"You have no idea how it feels to watch you fuck another man and enjoy it so much, baby..."

Ceras nodded her head. She understood completely.

I held her wrists and placed her hands on the wall.

"You are not to remove your hands from the wall until I say you can"

"Okay..."

I slapped Ceras's left ass cheek through her fishnet bodysuit. She let out a sexy, surprised "ooooooo" sound. I slapped her ass again.

"Tell me what a dirty little slut you are, baby..."

"Yes, yes, God, I am a slut, I am your slut..."

I wasn't sure if this was role play, or if this was real, or somewhere in between. Ceras and I had been so naïve for so long that any kinky, hidden sexual wants were buried pretty deep.

I slapped her ass again.

"Oh god...oh god..."

"You are my girl, my wife, my whore, Sara. MINE!"

"Yes, god yes, I am your girl, yours...always..."

"Do you enjoy being spanked?"

"Yes, I have been very bad, very naughty and I need to be punished...spank me, please"

I spanked each ass cheek several times, and each time she gasped, but each time she asked for more.

Ceras became absorbed in this scene. She enjoyed playing the naughty slut, and being disciplined for being bad. I had never seen this kind of thing from Ceras before, and it was incredible to see her unfold like this before my eyes.

I kneeled in front of her and reached between her legs. My upturned right hand began exploring Ceras's mound as my left hand cupped her ass cheek. I fondled her pussy, making certain to stimulate her clit periodically.

"You have been so bad, so naughty..." I whispered harshly.

"Yes, I am sorry..."

"I'm thirsty. Part of your punishment will be to quench my thirst..."

"What do...ohh...I understand..."

I massaged Ceras's juicy pussy with vigor. My fingers penetrated her, then returned to slide through her folds and across her clit, then back down, deep inside. Over and over, inside and outside and across her clit, all the while telling her how naughty she was, how slutty she was, but that she was good she for accepting her punishment. I knew Ceras was close to orgasm when her legs began quivering. I never slowed my pace. My slutty little girl cried out and climaxed into my hand, and after she was done I licked and swallowed all of the warm liquid. Good girl.

She caught her breath. I held her in my arms and we talked. I told her again that I would take her back, make her mine, show her who was boss.

She looked up at me then.

"Take me back? You know, I am proud of us, and our family. Yes, we have sexual fantasies, everyone does. Some work out and others don't. But I am proud to be going on this ride with you."

Her gentle words froze me.

Ceras leaned over and kissed me. One of those long sensual kisses that arouses every part of your body, the kind of kiss that communicates love, commitment and desire all rolled up.

Ceras smiled up at me. She kissed the tip of my nose, then my mouth again. Then she picked up some of the toys we had purchased and walked to the bed.

"There is one thing you don't seem to understand, sweetie..." Ceras explained.

I stood beside the bed watching her. I was transfixed. She laid the large dildo and the vibrator on the edge of the bed.

"You are so driven, trying so hard to take me, to dominate me, to teach me that I belong to you."

Ceras picked up the nipple clamps, feeling their weight in her palms. She clipped them just underneath each nipple, playing with them to find the best spot. She bit her lip a little as she allowed the chain to fall.

"I love you with all my heart, baby...always," she continued.

Ceras then laid back on the bed. She reached way over her head and stretched her sensuous body to its limit. She handcuffed her wrists around one of the metal bars on the headboard. She spread her legs wide and her pussy slowly opened. Both the dildo and the vibrator lay between her legs, ready to be put to use. The clamps held firmly in place, the silver chain d****d across her chest. And still wrapped in beautiful black fishnet.

"You will never need to try, baby," Ceras said. "You see, I am already yours. Open for you in every way."

She followed through on that promise. I grew up just a little and fell in love with my wife all over again. We never saw Brad again. Opening Ceras is, after all, my responsibility and my pleasure.