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Chapter Ten:

No more blackmail – ultimatum completed.

Thursday night was here too quickly. Anna had spent every day and every night thinking about her situation. For a while, she tried to take the approach that she was finally free; that the risk, the possibility of losing everything was now finally gone. But even as she thought that, she knew that she was missing the control. She knew this was going to haunt her. But how to comply; my god, how could she be expected to expose her infidelity to her husband?? She loved him so much, and knew he loved her too.... She couldn't risk ruining it. Then her thoughts would go to the night that she expressed the fantasy to him; he was more than just accepting of the fantasy... it turned him on! But still, it was considered just fantasy. How could she consider telling him about something real, that another man had been using his wife; and to take it further, to tell him that she wanted it.

She did want it though. She didn't love her husband any less; and he was always good at satisfying her. But all of this....it was so new to her, so wild. It made her feel new, young...and she wanted the sensation of submission. Her husband seemed to enjoy that sensation too... maybe he could want this too, this total submission. Maybe he could see it, understand it...

But now it was Thursday night, the night before the deadline. And she was no closer to resolving what she should do in her mind. She had no plan; all of the thinking, all of the constant thoughts on this...and she had no plan. It was late, almost 11pm. It was time for bed; she lay there, wide awake, the adrenaline running through her. She couldn't pass this up. She couldn't sleep without at least trying.

I was half asleep when I felt her lips on my cock. My wife had completely blown my mind last weekend, with fantasies that should have bothered me, if not infuriated me....but I found that I couldn't get those thoughts out of my mind at all. She'd planted seeds in my mind, and they were growing like weeds. The seeds of thoughts about her being used by other men seemed to occupy my mind constantly, and I didn't understand why. Worse yet for me was the realization that these thoughts aroused me. We didn't talk much about what she'd done, whispering those fantasies to me while having me tied; and we'd only made love once, the very next night. Since then, we'd just been a little too preoccupied at night to take the time to be intimate.

But now she was on me, with her lips on my cock, and I was instantly hard. She continued doing this, and I thought for a while that she was going to do it to completion. Then she stopped, showing me that wicked smile that she'd recently developed during our intimate times. "You like, baby?" her tone was teasing, and I knew she was going to torture me tonight.

"You know I do." My response sounded a little more needy than I'd hoped it would sound.

"You're going to be a good boy for me tonight, aren't you baby." It was a statement, but I nodded my head to assure her so she would continue. She reached down beside the bed, and pulled up the rope that was becoming very familiar to me.

I was back to being bound, spread on the bed, so open and exposed. The sensation was becoming familiar to me, and I was starting to really want it. My head was propped up by pillows, so her naked body was in plain view. She was straddling me, looking into my eyes; she looked like she was thinking, really contemplating things. Her eyes studied mine, and her hips slowly ground her wet crotch against my hard cock. Finally she spoke.

"You liked what I did to you last weekend, didn't you." I nodded, just reveling in the sensation. She leaned in to get inches from my face; but she did an amazing thing...at the same time she leaned toward me, she slid my cock into her waiting wet warmth, without even touching it with her hands. I groaned slightly, my mind blown at her skill. Her breath was on my face, her eyes demanding to lock with my own eyes. "I need to know you liked last week. Baby, you need to tell me. Because I want you to think about what it would be like if it was real." She was moving on me, sliding up and down on my cock that was aching so badly.

Again, I could do nothing but nod my head, coaxing her to keep going. Her lips kissed mine, dripping like honey. "Say it baby."

"God, Anna. Yes. I don't know why, but I liked it. More than I should, but I liked it." I couldn't believe my admission; but it flowed out of me.

Her eyes remained locked on mine, and her face remained dead serious. She paused, but kept the same slow pace of movement, keeping my cock rock hard in her throbbing with need. I couldn't tear my eyes away, she had me mesmerized. Her voice almost startled me, even though it was hardly more than a whisper.

"Part of it has been real, Eddie." Silence, as she maintained the pace. I didn't know what to say; my eyes were locked on hers, and I even thought it strange that I could feel tears threatening my eyes. I was also aware that her words made my cock ache even harder, despite the sinking sensation in my stomach.

"What do you mean?" My response was a whisper, and it sounded weak, not angry.

She leaned in and kissed me long and hard, working her hips harder over my cock. When she broke the kiss, there were tears in her eyes. For whatever reason, maybe the protective side in me, her tears nearly broke my heart.

"Someone else has been using me."

I was speechless. I lay there, looking at her, wondering if this was a new game. But she seemed so serious; somehow, deep inside, I knew this was real.

She continued, her eyes boring into mine, her hips rotating with desire around my cock that was buried deep in her; still so hard. "I need you to know, Eddie. I love you with all of my heart; I never ever want to lose you, or do anything that would tear us apart. I know the fantasy turned you on, and even now, you're aching with need. I can see it in your eyes. Open your mind, let it go. Think about it, in detail, and know that I love you so much."

My mind was whirling, and her words were making me know this wasn't a game; I could feel the arousal slipping away, being replaced by a sinking feeling that was mixed with fear and anger.

She felt me losing it too. I saw a quick panic in her eyes, and then she lifted off me quickly and began to suck me with abandon. Her hands worked my balls and my shaft, and then I felt one of her knuckles start to press against my ass; she'd done that before, and had found that there's something arousing to me in that. I was hard again, groaning from all that she was doing to me.

She alternated between sucking me and leaving saliva all over my shaft so she could work it with her hand while talking. "Remember the feelings you had when you imagined me being fucked by another? How hard it made you, and how you came in me picturing me being gang-banged? I haven't ever had any of that happen, don't worry. But I have been taken."

She paused again, to study my reaction. My cock was aching with need again, and nothing else seemed to matter all of a sudden. My wife loves me, and she was doing everything she could to make me know that. And it felt so good, what she was doing to me. How bad could this be?

I was able to work up the strength to ask a question. "Why. Why are you telling me this now?" Again, my voice sounded weak, not angry and strong.

She paused, contemplating her answer. She even went down on me again, sucking, as if she wanted a distraction while coming up with the way to tell me her answer. Then she took her mouth off of me, straddling me again to mount me. Her lips reached mine, kissing me deeply, wetly.

"I have to tell you baby. I need to tell you. I never want secrets from you, ever." She moved on me slowly again, and just looked at me, as if waiting for me.

"I don't want secrets either. Anna, I love you. Please tell me what this is about. Tell me what's happened."

She leaned in, and her voice seemed to have suddenly gained an inner strength. Her eyes were almost wicked again; my words to her must have shown her that she has the power. "Eddie, I'm going to tell you everything. I'm going to tell you details. Can you handle details, baby?"

I just looked at her, my mouth half open as I was panting, the need built up strongly inside. I didn't know how to answer. I was afraid to answer.

She continued as if knowing it was ok. She didn't tell me how it began just yet; she started with the story of how she was being blackmailed. She told me how she was required to meet him, and that he used her in so many ways. How she sucked him, sometimes quickly just for his release. How she fucked him when he demanded it, and how he fucked her hard, treating her like a whore at times. She accented all of what she said with dark details, painting vivid images in my mind of how he flooded her with his cum, and how she swallowed him on several occasions. She paused to kiss me deeply, with the wettest kiss, when she mentioned her blowjobs for him.

During a pause, as she continued to fuck me slowly, keeping me from being able to build to an orgasm, I made an observation. "You liked it, didn't you. You wanted it. I can tell from the way you're telling me, you loved being treated that way."

For a brief moment, I could see shame burning on her face, and even her eyes moistened, threatening tears. "I don't know why, baby. I didn't want to like it. I couldn't help it. I started wanting it, more and more." She was talking quickly now, spilling her guts while she had the strength. "I don't want you angry, please. I love you with all of my heart. But I wanted it. I still want it. I want the control. It turned me on, so much. Just like you've been enjoying my control over you; I know you know what I'm talking about. Look at you, you're tied, and I'm telling you such dark things....and you're so hard, inside of me. You haven't once asked for me to untie you, you've been loving my control. I want it too, to feel that submissive feeling. Knowing that I have no choice, that I have to obey."

She fucked me hard and fast for a moment, and I was speechless anyway. My face was burning; from the heat, from the shame. I was beyond caring about the reality of anything said; the thoughts of everything she'd told me were affecting me, arousing me, and I just gave in to it.

She leaned in again, kissing me hard, and mildly nipping my lip. Her power was back again. "Do you believe that all of this is real, Eddie?"

For a moment, my mind twisted. Could this have been a game all along? "I....I...don't know."

Her eyes turned so wicked again; her face, flushed from the sex, took on a wicked smile to go along with it. "I could show you pictures. What do you think of that? I could show you the pictures he took of me, as he used me. I could make you watch the video of what he did to me." Then her voice took on a tone as if talking to a c***d. "You'd like that, wouldn't you baby? Hmmm?"

During that last show of strength, I'd gotten so close to the edge of release. I was panting, and my words reflected my state of mind. "God, please. Please baby, please take care of me. I need to cum, so badly. Please."

Suddenly she leaped up, slipping off my cock in one smooth move. "Hold on." Then she ran out of the room.

Christ! I thought I was going to go insane.

I could hear her in the garage; what in the world was she doing???

She was back quickly, and I could see she had some papers in her hand, but she kept them from my view. She was back between my legs, her mouth on my cock; it was still hard, it didn't have time to lose the need. But she was making sure, making me need so badly. Her lips were magic; and then she said something that blew my mind. Looking up at me, with her eyes so erotic, her lips tracing the end of my cock, she reminded me of what she'd told me. "Remember what I told you...that I sucked him. These lips, they were around him, sucking his cock. I tasted him, Eddie. He came in my mouth." And then her lips were back on me, sucking me hard, working me into a frenzy.

All I could utter was groans, and an occasional "Oh God", as she spoke and worked me. She stopped, just before I could release again. "God baby, please. I need to cum so badly, please, just take care of me."

She crawled up and mounted me slowly again. "Eddie, I'm going to take care of you. I'll always take care of you." She was working me with her body, up and down my shaft, and her bare breast rubbing against my chest as she leaned in close. "But first, I'm going to own up to what I said. I'm going to show you the proof. He wants me to do this, Eddie. He gave me the choice, to destroy the evidence and go on as if nothing happened, or to show you everything. I'm choosing to show you everything. Do you know why Eddie?"

God how she was so full of confidence at the moment. I had no choice but to be aroused by her words, by her actions. "Tell me"....it was a hissed plea.

She leaned in, her words dripping erotically out of her lips. "Because he said he would continue to use me, only if I made you know it all."

"God." My eyes were locked on hers, and she was letting it sink in to me, suddenly so confident of her power. I didn't know what to say, what to do. But it was clear to me that I was going to explode inside, if I didn't cum soon. She continued to just slowly work me with her hips, her face just inches from mine, her eyes boring into me so deeply. "Please. God, please." It was all I could do, just plead.

"You want to cum, baby? Hmmm?" she sat up tall, forcing herself down on my cock. I was so deep in her. She reached behind her to fondle my balls, teasing my need, making me know that I was so in her control.

"Yes, please, please...." My pleading was sincere, so meek.

Suddenly she lifted one of the pictures into my view; the first showed her standing naked, her hands behind her head. She looked defeated and humble. She continued showing me the photos, slowly. The next was of her with her arms bound behind her back, bent over a bed; she continued with those shots, ending with one that showed another man's cum flowing from her open and well used slit. The whole time she was showing me these shots, she was fucking me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She started throwing out commentary as well, asking me if I liked what I saw, if I liked seeing the woman I love used like a whore. I know my face was burning with shame, it felt like it was on fire; but I was also in need, so badly. I kept groaning, moaning out to God.

"I want you to let all go, baby, all of it.... Let it go, looking at these photos. I need to know that you've cum seeing me used like that. Do it baby, let it go. Give it all to me baby, cum in this pussy that's been violated."

I lost it. Even to this day, I don't understand why this kind of thing can arouse me, can make me need so badly. But it did; I nearly passed out as I cried out, a half wail, half scream of ecstasy, flooding into her with need that had built up for so long while she laid everything out to me.

She lay on top of me, exhausted herself. I could feel tears dripping down on my shoulder from her eyes, and she was whispering that she was sorry, so sincerely. Exhausted, I whispered back to her that I loved her, that I would always love her.

Chapter Eleven:

Full Knowledge

We didn't have time to talk much about anything the next morning. I think we both stayed awake for a long time last night, both of us lost in our own thoughts of all that had just happened; but neither of us pursued a conversation.

I know that my mind was in turmoil; especially when I thought about how turned on I'd been as my wife disclosed so much about the 'affair'. It was hard to call it an affair, but her words kept ringing in my ear when she said her reason for telling me about it: "Because he said he would continue to use me, only if I made you know it all." It was a clear statement that she wanted him to keep using her.

I felt as if I had a rock in my stomach, but I was also aware of how even in the morning, when my thoughts turned back to it all, that I was already becoming aroused at the thoughts of what had been done to her.

I always leave for work earlier than she does, and as I was leaving I went to the bed to give her a kiss goodbye. After a brief hesitation, I asked her if she was going to see 'him' today. She pulled me down to hold me closely for a minute, then said that she really didn't know. She knew he would call her; he wanted to know if she did what he'd told her to do.

"Eddie, it's not like I see him every day. I know he'll call....... And Eddie, I know he's going to want to talk to you. Are you ok with that?"

I pulled up to look at her, and then hesitated now, not sure of my own feelings on anything. "I don't know. Is this really what you want baby?"

She wrapped her hands around one of mine. "I don't know myself. Let's just play this one step at a time, ok? I don't want to lose you, and I won't do anything if you don't want me to."

I kissed her again quickly, needing to leave. "Ok. I love you Anna....with all of my heart."

Later that morning, Anna got the call that she knew would come. It was almost a relief, hearing His voice. She was relieved, knowing that she could tell him the truth, and relieved that she'd been able to tell me the truth without destroying our marriage.

His voice was bold and strong as usual, and he was right to the point when she answered. "Yes or no, Anna. Does he know fully?"

"Yes." Her reply was soft, humble. She was so amazed at how her position sank into her so quickly upon hearing his voice.

"Really." He almost sounded like he didn't believe it. "I take that to mean that you want this to continue. I need to hear you state it."

She paused, still unsure of herself, and unsure of how this should go. "....yes. I want this to continue."

He chuckled. "My my. So my little slut has really come out. Tell me how it went."

She told him a quick summary, and he stopped her every once in a while to clarify what he heard. When she'd felt she told all that he needed, there was a brief pause while he contemplated what she'd told him.

"Anna, you know I need to talk with him now. How do you propose we do that."

She hadn't thought much about it, and didn't know what to say. "I don't know.... Maybe I can see how he is tonight, and then maybe you can call?"

"Here's what I want you to do. Get a babysitter for the k**s. Tell Eddie that you want the night alone with him, and that you want to really talk tonight. Make sure you've worked everything out by 9PM. I'm going to call at 9, ok? I expect you to answer the phone. I will take it from there."

She felt relief, and trepidation...but she was glad that she would have a chance to really talk with her husband for a while before this went any further. "I understand, and can do that." She hesitated, then said "Thank you." She wasn't sure why, but she felt the need to say it.

"Anna.... This is going to go much further now; now that he knows, the doors are wide open. Prepare yourself mentally for this change. I'll talk with you tonight."

She sat at her desk for the longest time without doing a thing; so many thoughts were running through her mind, and she needed to be collected. Then she picked up the phone and called me to tell me about what had just transpired.

I listened to her as she told me about the conversation, relaying it nearly word for word. When I didn't respond right away, she asked what I thought.

I'd been giving it thought all morning, coming up with questions of my own that would take some time to go through with her. But I couldn't get over the fact that I had also been hard nearly all morning with these thoughts. "I think.... that yes, we need to talk a little tonight. Anna, this really is a big deal, and we need to talk before this goes much further. And yes, I think you need to get the k**s a babysitter."
We talked for a bit about who we could convince to take the k**s tonight, and then I told her again that I love her.

The afternoon went by in an uneventful way, and by the time I'd gotten home she'd already taken the k**s to a friend's house for a slumber party. Taking advantage of the quiet time, we went out to a nice restaurant and had a good dinner with wine. We spent dinner really doing some soul searching. She told me more about what had happened over the past few weeks, and we had a rough moment when she told me the facts behind how it all started.

She spent a lot of time focused on her real love for me, and how sorry she'd been for so long that she'd cheated on me. By the time we were ready to leave, she'd made it very clear to me that she really does love me, and that her reason for wanting to continue isn't because I was a failure to her. It was important to me, to know that she loves me...and that she genuinely wants me, wants to spend her life with me. I have to admit that I did understand how this appealed to her, in a dark way, and that it might be a way for us to both expand our horizons.

I was also having a hard time with the fact that I was aroused through most of dinner; eventually I admitted that to her, so that it could soften some of the guilt that was so apparent in her.

We were home by 8:45; she'd already told me that he was going to call at 9, and I began to realize that I was having a lot of anxiety over what might happen on the call. We both had another drink, and I was glad that the alcohol was taking an affect.

At precisely 9, the phone rang. We were in the family room, and I remained sitting on the couch while she walked across the room to answer the phone.

Her voice was a very soft hello, and I could see from the glance she gave me that it was him. Instantly I felt a flash of anger, and jealousy.... And then my cock began to harden, and I could feel my insides softening to a feeling of helplessness.

I kept drinking, a bit faster, as I watched her on the phone. I could see she was uncomfortable talking with him...maybe because it was in front of me, or maybe it was because she was looking so submissive. She kept looking down, not looking at me as she answered questions quickly and quietly. Suddenly I saw her face redden, and then she turned to look at me as she was still listening to him on the phone. I saw her take a deep breath, and then she unbuttoned her blouse all the way. She worked her top off, then reached back to remove her bra.

I emptied my glass as I watched my wife stand there across the room, topless, with her skirt still on, talking on the phone to a man I hadn't met. Yet. I assume at this man's bidding, she began to use her free hand to pinch her nipples that were already hardened. I could see her chest heaving from breathing hard, and I knew that she was incredibly turned on, if not completely embarrassed. Her eyes remained locked on mine, and I was mesmerized.

The phone she was on was cordless, and suddenly she came toward me. She knelt on the floor right there before me, and handed the phone to me. Her voice was full of more submission than I'd ever heard out of her before. "He wants to talk with you."

I took the phone, holding it for a moment before working up the courage to say hello. As I said hello, my wife reached up and opened my slacks quickly, and began to suck on my cock. I was almost ashamed of the fact that I was already hard, but I wasn't going to try to stop her.

"Eddie. My name is Mark. I understand that your wife has filled you in on the details of what she's been up to lately. Is that correct?"

His voice was strong and full of uncompromising authority, just as Anna had said. It caught me a little off-guard; as he first started speaking, I felt anger well up inside of me, but by the end of the sentence, I didn't quite know what to think. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol, my own imagination, or the fact that Anna was sucking me hard, really getting into what she was doing. All I could do was answer a not-so-bold "yes."

"Good. I have no doubt that you understand the meaning behind that." Without waiting for a reply, he continued. "And is your little wife doing as I told her, sucking your cock even as we speak?"

Again, I was unable to get out of the feeling that I was in a lower position. "yes."

"Good, good. Eddie, I know this might be tough for you, but I also feel I know you fairly well. Even from the tone of your voice, I think I know you better than you know yourself. I'm not going to expect lengthy talk from you at the moment, so just sit back, enjoy your wife's wonderful cocksucking skills, and listen to what I have to say. Will you do that for me right now?"

I couldn't help but feel his tone was condescending, and my face was burning....and I think it was mostly from shame, at the considerable smooth strength he was portraying, as well as from the innuendo that he was familiar with my wife's cocksucking. "Yes, I can do that." My voice was humble, even though I didn't mean for it to be.

"Good, I like that Eddie. By now, you know that your wife has been serving me, even servicing me in ways that would make a lot of husbands furious with rage; and I want you to think about that for a minute, think about the actual position that you're in right this moment. You're listening to your wife's Dominant on the phone, while your wife is sucking you.... Because her Master told her to do it. I want you to think about that...and think about the position that puts you in. If I didn't know better, I would say it makes you somewhat submissive yourself. But we both know that you're submissive. Did your wife tell you that every time she's tied you up, it's been because I told her to do it? Did she tell you that she brought me photos of it, so I've seen you in that needy position?"

I was breathing a bit harder than normal, with these words affecting me in ways that I couldn't understand. Anna was doing such a good job, driving me insane, even looking up at me every now and then, her big beautiful eyes showing me that she was wanting this. "Yes, she told me." This time my response was almost a whisper.

"Yes, I know she did. It's hard to reconcile the feelings that you're having right now, I have no doubt. Many men wouldn't be able to handle this; but be aware that there are a lot of men like this, men who inexplicably get aroused completely out of control at the thought of their beautiful wife servicing another man. Now Eddie, I do want you to understand a few things. One is that I have never intended harm toward Anna, in any real way. Another is that I have no desire to tear your marriage apart. Anna loves you deeply; I'm very aware of that. She wants this, being driven by a sexual desire for submission that's often hard to explain. But she wants this with you. I've made it crystal clear to her that I will only do this to enhance your marriage, not to tear it apart. She's begun to understand how this can strengthen your marriage; and I want you to understand it too. I want you to go with this, just go with the flow for a little while. If you come to a point where you feel this shouldn't keep going, then you need to discuss it with her and I will gladly stop if you determine it's doing harm. But give it some time....just let go, like you've done with Anna recently. This has been fantasy in your mind, and it's mixing into reality.....and you can see that no harm has been done, and you can see how strongly it arouses you. I know you've felt the arousal in this, haven't you."

It wasn't really a question, but I answered. "Yes. I don't understand it, like you say...but yes....it....affects me." My words were half whispered, half groaned out.... Anna was keeping me on the edge; I don't know how she could tell, but she knew exactly when to increase the pressure on me, and when to slow down. The mixture of his words and her actions on my cock were giving me a high, breaking down the inhibitions inside of me.

He seemed even more full of confidence now, a power coming across that made me feel that he knew he had the control now.

"Eddie. I made your wife recognize that she genuinely wanted my control over her, and I will do the same to you. I know you feel it inside, don't you. You've been fantasizing about this since the first time she hinted at this fantasy, haven't you."

He paused, clearly waiting for me to answer. I hesitated....but my mind was already softening. "yes."

"One thing you need to understand, is that I always want things to be very clear. I need to hear it from your own mouth, so that I know there's nothing misunderstood. Tell me, right now, that you've been fantasizing about this."

"god." I uttered the plea out loud, as my face flushed so red. Anna was stroking me, her lips wrapped around the crown of my cock; she looked up at me as I spoke, slightly nodding my head as if to urge me to continue, even though I didn't think she could hear the conversation. My eyes locked on hers, even as my face strained with the need that was building inside. "It's true....I've been fantasizing about this... too much, lately."

He chuckled a confident laugh. "Good boy. That was hard to say, right there in front of your wife, wasn't it."

"god yes."

His voice was almost soothing. "It's ok, Eddie. She already knows. Don't let inhibitions get in the way; this feels good, and it's a part of who you are. You don't need to be ashamed of how you feel, it's something you can't help. Eddie, I know Anna's sucking feels so good to you right now, but in a minute I want you to do something for me. I'm going to want you to hand the phone to her, and put her exactly where you are. I know she has a skirt on; just lift it up, pull her panties down, and return the favor she's been giving to you. I need you to lick her while I talk with her for a few minutes. But before you do that, I want you to look down at her. Doesn't she look so beautiful, kneeling there with just her top off, with her lips wrapped around your cock? So sexy, almost lewd, the way she's topless in front of you....."

I was looking at her, and he was making me take in so much detail of the woman I've loved for so long. She was beautiful, and so sexy. She seemed so slutty, and I was loving it. I answered him, telling him what I felt deep inside. "Yes, she's so beautiful...so sexy. God how I love her."

"Yes, I know you love her Eddie. And that is what makes all of this possible. That you both love each other so much. That's what is going to help you allow her to have what she wants so badly inside; to feel the control of a man who's not her husband. And Eddie; it's what will help her when she sees you submit in ways she's never dreamed of. Now hand the phone to her, and lick that delicious pussy of hers."

Chapter Twelve:

Reality

I knelt there, licking the woman I adored. She sat right where I'd been, her legs spread and pulled back, allowing me full access to her beauty. I couldn't hear the words that he spoke to her, and her replies were mostly simple, full of "yes" and "I understand' comments. They spoke for maybe 5 minutes before she hung up. She was breathing so hard, loving what I was doing; she seemed reluctant to have me stop, but she told me that we needed to go up to bed.

I followed her up to the bedroom, and she told me to strip as she took on her own dominant stance with me again. She was still topless, and she crossed her arms as she watched me remove everything until I was completely naked. I started for the bed, but she shook her head no.

"I want you tied right here, to the chair." She pulled up a sitting chair that we had in the bedroom.

I had no idea what game she had in mind, but I was too strongly aroused to really question it. I sat in the chair, and she immediately went behind me to pull my arms back. There my hands were tied with skill behind the back of the chair. Next she came around to the front, taking a brief moment to suck on my cock again, just to tease me; then she spread my legs apart, tying each ankle to the front legs of the chair. She also tied my knees to the chair, effectively keeping me from closing my legs at all. The blindfold came next, and I was suddenly in the dark, where the imagination can take hold and really affect a person's mind.

Her lips were on mine, kissing me deeply with an open mouth kiss. She whispered in my ear, using her hand to stroke my aching cock while she spoke. "I'm going to take a shower. Don't go anywhere."

I sat there in silence, aching with so much need. I could hear the shower running, and when it stopped I could hear her moving about the room. The scent of her freshly clean body was in the air. She was at the vanity; I could hear her using her makeup. Then she was in the closet, rustling through her clothing. Images of her all dolled up were flooding my mind, and I wished badly that I could see her. Then she was in front of me, her hands on my legs as she whispered to me again.

"I'll bet you wish you could see the way I look. I have a new outfit, and I've done my hair....of course, it wouldn't be complete without fresh makeup. You'd like to see me, wouldn't you baby."

I groaned, full of need that was driving me crazy. "Yes. Please."

"Mmmm" she purred. "Not yet baby." Her lips were on mine again, kissing me softly, teasingly. My cock responded, standing up. It was in plain sight for her to see, and she knew what she was doing to me. "Right now, I'm going to introduce you to an interesting lotion." I heard a jar open, and then felt the coolness of a cream on her hand spreading all over my cock, even around my balls. "It smells like cinnamon, can you smell it?"

"Yes....it feels cool, almost cold."

She laughed softly. "It's going to warm up. It may even be slightly uncomfortable for a while; but it's guaranteed to keep you in need."

I groaned. "god."

Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring. She leaned in close to me again, kissing me with a slow, wet kiss. "Eddie. He's here."

My breath caught for a moment, and I felt a panic rising inside. "Oh god.....baby..."

She stopped me, stroking my cock again, making sure that my arousal was still strong. "Shhh. Don't say anything baby. Just stay right here, and be a good boy for me. You need to go through this, ok? Do this for me baby."

My mouth was still open, half panting. I was very aware of how the reality of the situation was making my cock throb, and my face was burning.

She kissed me again, another slow wet kiss. "I'm going to let him in. You'll go through this for me, won't you." Her words were a bit stronger, a soft demand.

I nodded my head slowly....and whispered out "I love you Anna."

One more quick kiss, and she replied that she loved me too. Then her hand was off of me, and I heard her leave the room.

I could hear the front door open, and words being exchanged between the two of them; but I couldn't make out what was said. Silence, for what seemed like forever; then I could hear ice being put into a glass or two....they were making drinks. And then I could hear the footsteps as they approached the room. Silence. I was painfully aware of the burning sensation on my cock from the lotion, and even more aware of how I must look. My cock was throbbing, standing straight up. I wanted badly to close my legs, knowing that I was so vulnerable and visible to everyone. The bed creaked, someone was getting onto it. Then his voice was in the room, the dominating voice that had affected me so strongly on the phone.

"It's so good to finally meet you, Eddie." My face was burning, and I couldn't utter a word. "I see you're all trussed up and ready, just the way I wanted to see you for the first time." He was walking around me, and I could almost feel his eyes studying me. "Yes, exactly the way you should be. And so aroused; you know I can see how strongly this is affecting you...and you haven't even seen how incredible your wife looks right now." I could feel him leaning in close to me. "I can see her though. She's lying back on the bed like such a good girl, waiting, knowing that I'm going to ravage her soon."

I just sat there, bound, and throbbing. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. I felt so awkward, so low....just sitting there listening to him state things like that to me.

His attention was on her now; I could hear him take steps toward the bed, then the sound that drove it all home to me...the sound of a zipper. His words to her confirmed what I suspected. "Come here, my little slut. You know what to do."

I could hear the sounds of her sucking his cock. The sensation that was flowing through me made my head swim.

I heard him let out an approval, enjoying the lips of my wife. "Eddie, I know you can hear this. Blindfolded, you can still visualize what your wife is doing, can't you."

My face was burning so hotly, but my cock was literally throbbing. "yes." My answer was almost a whisper.

I could hear him address Anna, but it was meant for me to hear. "Look Anna, look at his cock. He can't hide how much this is turning him on. No matter what else happens, that can never be denied."

Suddenly he was standing before me....I knew this because I could feel his hands on the blindfold; but he paused before removing it. "Eddie, I don't want to deny you the way your lovely wife looks tonight. I'm going to take off this blindfold so you can see her. But know that once I remove this blindfold, it will stay off; and you will watch everything that I do to your beautiful little bride, in your own bed." He paused to give emphasis to his words. "Shall I remove the blindfold Eddie?"

In my mind, there was no choice. I couldn't bear to take this the way it was, blindfolded. I don't know if removing the blindfold would help, but my arousal was just too strong. I had to do something. I nodded my head yes.

The blindfold was off in an instant. The first thing I saw was a massive cock bobbing in my vision, still wet from my wife's sucking. I looked up, and saw a tall professional looking man, I suppose not bad looking as men go. He was looking down at me, with a slightly cocky smile on his face. Then he stepped aside, holding out his hand toward Anna as if he was presenting something.

"There she is, your beautiful wife." She was still on her hands and knees on the bed; apparently she'd been in that position to suck him. She looked so beautiful, in a new red/black teddy that even had black hose held up by a garter belt. Her hair was up, showing her neck; and her makeup was on thick, looking immaculate. The other thing that stood out to me was her bright red lipstick.... She never wore bright red lipstick; but the part that really stood out to me was how it was now smeared around her lips, the kind of thing you'd see on a cocksucking whore. The reality of her sucking his cock was overwhelming; just a while ago, she'd been sucking my own cock, and kissing me. And I saw the size of his cock; god..... I was feeling so low. But my arousal was only that much stronger. I didn't understand it, but didn't have the ability to even try to put logic to it.

He turned to her then, and moved her out of the way to yank the covers of the bed down, revealing the clean sheets below. There was something about that simple act that made my stomach drop out; opening the bed, our bed... knowing full well what his intentions are.

I watched, with my cock raging, as this man confidently and quickly stripped and mounted my wife in our bed. There was no prelude, it was a swift 'taking', as if he was demonstrating to both of us the power he had. He had stamina, and just kept going, fucking her hard for quite a while in a standard missionary position. Anna's head was back, her eyes closed as she was used so roughly; she wasn't quiet about it, just letting go and moaning loudly as she felt the fullness in being taken. Her legs were up, her feet out, a classic image of a willing woman being fucked. Eventually, he stopped, turning her over onto all fours; he spun her around so that her face was toward mine. I could now see both of their faces; he was looking at me, locking my eyes onto his as he fucked her doggy style, the confident smirk on his face a statement to me: "I own your wife." A couple of times while he was taking her like that, she opened her eyes to look at me; each time, the sensations overwhelmed her, and she closed her eyes, intensely falling into being fucked.

Unfortunately for me, my cock wouldn't stop aching; the burning of the lotion seemed to intensify the erection, making me ache so badly for it to be touched. I watched as another man's cock received the attention of my wife's pussy, knowing well that he was feeling the warmth, the tight wetness wrapped around his cock. His eyes commanded my attention again, and his voice was smooth and strong despite the amount of effort that he was extending in fucking her so thoroughly. His body was dripping with sweat, and I could see a sheen on my wife as well. "Do you see what I've been doing to your sweet little wife, Eddie? I can see plainly that you enjoy this; look at your cock, it's betraying you fully. Look Anna, open your eyes and look at your husband. See how he wants this, how he wants to see his bride touched and used by another man."

She opened her eyes, and was looking at me with a flushed face. "Do you see it, Anna?" his words were prompting an answer. Her head bobbed up and down in a yes, and then her mouth hissed out a "Yes."

"No choice, Eddie. No choice but to sit there and watch me violate the woman you love." He continued with words of that nature as I watched him build up; just before he let go, he had a command for my wife. "I want you looking into your husband's eyes, Anna, as I let go into you. I want him seeing into the soul of his slutty little wife; and I want you to have your eyes open, looking at your husband as you feel my violation flood into you." Suddenly he was letting go with all that he had.

That was probably the most intense moment of my life, hearing his words, and knowing that he was pumping his seed into the woman I love, in our bed, while I sat by helplessly tied to a chair completely naked. Her eyes were locked onto mine, and I even saw a little widening of her eyes as she felt the heat of his cum flood into her. He came for a seemingly long time, enjoying every sensation of filling her.

I watched as he rested in her for a moment, his hands idly tracing her bare ass; I saw him ever so slowly slide his long cock out of her, and watched her mouth open with a mild gasp as she felt him vacate her most intimate womanly area.

Climbing off the bed, his large cock still semi hard and glistening from their wetness, he walked around and guided her carefully off of the bed. "Mount him, right now."

He led her to me, and she straddled my chair, getting into a lewd position to settle her used pussy over my cock. Even before it engulfed my cock, I could feel the wetness of his cum dripping down onto me. And then she was all around me, her soaked and sloppy pussy grinding against my crotch with my cock as deep as it could go into her. Standing to the side of us, he had a grip on the back of both of our necks, showing the control he had over us. His words guided her, telling her "That's right, fuck him, slowly, make him feel your unfaithfulness as it coats his penis with my cum."

His words plundered my mind, making me feel weak as he referred to my penis, as opposed to calling it a cock. It was so clear to me that he was the dominant, and that he was in control; feeling his cum in my wife, I was so strongly aware that I was the lesser. I'd been so much in need, I thought I would release right away; but the sloppy wetness of her kept the friction from getting me off too quickly. He kept us like that for so long, even taking the time to walk behind her and reach his hands around to stroke her breast right in front of me. She was lost in lust, almost a****listic, like an object. My own need was building, and I realized that I was starting to lose any kind of control, just as I'd already lost my pride. He could see it building, and started coaxing her to work it more. "That's right, slut, fuck him. Come on Eddie, fuck the slut....fuck the sloppy wife, fuck the sloppy pussy." Constant words that were so lewd and dirty; I was on the verge and he knew it.

Then his voice took on a different tone. "Eddie." I looked up at him, as he was behind my wife stroking her face and hair. "You like this, don't you." I couldn't answer, was just looking up at him with my face strained with need. "Tell me you like this, and that you want this. That's all I need to hear from you, and then I will take possession of both you and your wife. I'll own you, and I will take you both down a road of darkness that will drive you insane with lust. But you need to admit to your desire, you need to look me in the eyes and tell me you want this. Do it, just say it this once, and then you can let go. It'll be over, and you won't have to worry about decisions on this for a long time to come. Tell me you want this control, tell me you need this control." My eyes turned away for a moment, hardly able to bear the shame of how he was arousing me. He bent down to whisper into my wife's ear, and I could hear him tell her to make me say it.

She looked at me, even as she was panting, but her eyes were unfocused, lost in need as she rode my cock. "Please baby, please. Do it. Tell him you want this, please baby, just do it. Please, let him own us."

Her words were too much for me, and I could feel my orgasm building beyond the stopping point. I looked up at him, and he raised a confident eyebrow expecting an answer right that moment. I gave it to him, groaning it out as I released the pent up need inside of my wife's already soaked pussy. "God, please....yes, please. Do it, control us, oh god.........."

As I came down off my high, I could feel Anna still mildly working her hips around my cock, her head resting on my shoulder; her breath was against my neck, and she was letting out an occasional whimper; she whispered "Good boy", like she'd done in the past when she had control.

He was behind me, one fist gripping my hair, while the other was wrapped around my throat and lifting my chin up. His voice was in my ear, soft but solidly bold. "I own you now Eddie. In every way, including the woman you love. I'm going to do things to the two of you that would make a whore blush. I'm going to take you down a path from which you won't ever want to return. It's already too late, Eddie. You can't go back now, do you understand me?"

I tried to nod yes, but his grip was firm. "Yes......I understand."

"I am your Master now. I own you, and I own your wife. I want to hear you say that."

I whispered out a soft "Please", but his grip tightened, reaffirming that I was to say as he told me.

"Say it Eddie, say it so your wife hears it and knows it. Tell her."

"You are my Master. You own me. You own my wife. I'll do what You say."

As I said it, his hands released their grip and he quickly released me from my bonds. His strong arms lifted Anna carefully off of me, and he laid her on the bed. I brought my arms around to stretch them, but he was already turned to me. A strong hand grasped my arm, guiding me onto the bed. "Clean her up, Eddie. You know what to do, don't you." It was a statement. He knew me better than I knew myself; I did know what to do.

Humbly, with my face still burning from so much shame, I leaned my head in between my wife's legs that were lifted to present the creampie. My mind was already so gone, I leaned in without a second thought, and I licked and sucked as if that was my purpose in life. I knew to keep going, to suck her clean. Exhausted as she was, it still brought out need in her, and she was groaning and panting with wild abandon.

I don't know how long I was like that; it could have been 10 minutes, it could have been 2 hours. I kept at it until my mouth was simply too tired to even talk; I rolled off to the side and lay there beside my exhausted wife; it was hard to tell if she was even awake or not. He was gone; it took me a while to realize it, and I still didn't know for sure until sometime later when I stood to go downstairs to get a drink. I half expected to find him sitting on our couch; but no, he was gone.

But I knew it'd just begun.