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It was Wednesday evening, and Jeff Urqhart walked, for the third time in his life, up the gravel pathway to the door of the Victorian mansion that loomed in front of him. He tried to be calm, but his mouth was dry and his pulse was racing in his ears. After having dropped his wife Mary off here two weeks ago, leaving her to the tender mercies of the domina named Erica who lived here, he’d come to take his wife home. He was not just a little apprehensive; while Erica had promised good results, Jeff was very much afraid that Mary should have grown to resent or even hate him for having left her here. The thought of her leaving him was almost more than he could bear; Jeff loved his wife more than anything in the world, it was just their sex life that was a problem. Best-case scenario, he thought to himself as he walked up the path, is that she’s gotten over her issues. Worst case, she’ll pack her bags and leave. The thought of Mary not wanting to have anything more to do with him made him want to throw up.

Standing outside the front door, Jeff summoned up his courage and rung the doorbell. Heart pounding, he waited for someone to respond. He’d heard from Erica a week ago, when she called to tell him that Mary was doing fine. Then she’d called again two days ago, telling him that he could come and take her home this evening.

Jeff could hear steps from inside the house, and moments later the door was unlocked and swung open. Like the first time he’d come here, Jeff couldn’t help but stare at the apparition in the doorway.

Erica, Jeff noticed, was still as tall, blonde and beautiful as she’d been two weeks ago, and was still oozing raw sexuality from every pore. This time she was dressed in a long black leather dress held up by wide straps over her shoulders. The bodice was very low-cut, lifting and compressing her already impressive tits to display a heart-stopping amount of cleavage and barely concealing her nipples. The dress was held together in front not by buttons or even laces, but by small buckles, like a dozen or so tiny belts that ran all the way from the hemline and up to the bodice. The bottom three buckles were undone, leaving the skirt open and showing off the high-heeled black leather boots. Jeff just stared in awe, trying to say something but unable to get out a single word.

Erica just smiled, as if his was a perfectly commonplace reaction. Stepping aside, she held the door open and motioned him inside. “Hello, Jeff,” she said by way of greeting as she closed the door behind him and locked it. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Ah, uh, you too,” Jeff stuttered. “Uh, how’s Mary?”

“Oh, she’s fine,” Erica smiled. “You’ll meet her in just a little while. Come on, this way.” Without waiting for a reaction from him, she turned and started walking towards the grand staircase going up, her heels clacking against the floor tiles with metronomic regularity, her hips swaying seductively. Jeff followed her like a lost puppy.

Erica took him up the stairs this time, down a thickly carpeted corridor and through a dark oak-panelled door. The room beyond was small, with only a cupboard, a loveseat and a couple of straight-backed chairs. There was another door in the wall to the left.

The leather-clad blonde turned to Jeff, looking him up and down clinically. She pursed her lips. “Take off your clothes,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“I… I’m sorry?” Jeff said, bewildered. He was experiencing a strange sense of Deja Vu.

“Take off your clothes,” Erica repeated patiently. She was regarding him with a cool expression.

Fumbling slightly, Jeff took off his coat and began tugging at his tie. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, then started on the buttons. Erica was watching him with a mysterious little half-smile, and Jeff couldn’t help but feel his cock swelling in his pants. The last time he’d been here, Erica had jerked him off into a small glass, taking a sample of his sperm, and he could still feel her fingers wrapped around his cock. He swallowed hard, but there was no moisture in his mouth.

As he was struggling with his shirt buttons, which all of a sudden seemed to have shrunk to half their size, Erica stepped over and reached for his belt.

“Here, let me help you with this,” she said. Her fingers had his pants opened in no time, and they dropped down around his ankles. His shirttails hid his raging hard-on, but soon that was off as well. Jeff blushed, feeling awkward. “No need to hide from me, Jeff,” Erica chided. “I’ve seen it before, remember?” Jeff remembered very well; it was one of the reasons he was blushing.

Crouching down, Jeff removed his shoes and socks. He was acutely aware of Erica standing directly in front of him; it felt as though he was kneeling before her. His gaze travelled up along her long leg, following the curve of her hip under the leather dress.

“See anything you like?” Erica asked. She reached down and took his chin between thumb and forefinger, pulling him to his feet. Her other hand went straight to his groin, cupping his cock and balls though his shorts. “Have you had sex with anyone since you were here last?” Erica asked. Jeff shook his head, not trusting his voice.

“Have you been playing with yourself, Jeff?” she asked. This time her voice was a low purr. When he didn’t answer immediately, she went on. “Have you been wanking your cock, thinking about what I was doing to Mary?”

Jeff nodded again. He was having trouble breathing.

“What do you think I’ve been doing to Mary, Jeff?” asked Erica. “Do you think we’ve been having sex? Do you think I’ve been sleeping with your wife for two weeks?” She was gently kneading his balls as she spoke, and Jeff’s cock twitched in his shorts. Truthfully, he didn’t know what Erica had done with Mary, but he’d been imagining anything from perverted sex games to hypnosis and brainwashing.

“Well, I know something that you don’t, Jeff,” Erica whispered. With her high-heeled boots she was just a little taller than him, and she was standing so close their lips were almost touching. “I know what your wife’s pussy tastes like.”

Jeff jerked as if stung, but Erica kept a firm grip on his balls. “Everything you’ve imagined May and I have done, we have,” she said. “And then a few things you haven’t even dreamed off.”

Jeff could feel pre-come oozing from his cock, making a wet stain on the front of his shorts. He felt like he was about to explode. He’d been masturbating quite often over the past couple of weeks, but as the two-week mark approached, he’d stopped, wanting to ‘save himself’ a little in the event that his dreams came through and Mary was willing to have sex with him when she came home. Now he wished he’d emptied his balls earlier; he was getting dangerously close to embarrassing himself by coming in his shorts.

Erica was talking in a low, hypnotic voice. “Did you know, Jeff, that Mary is amazingly good at eating pussy?”

Now Jeff stared at her, his ready-to-explode cock temporarily forgotten. “Wh… Mary?!” he exclaimed. “Eating pussy?! But how…?”

“Oh, she’s a natural,” Erica assured him. “She’s been licking my pussy two, three times a day, every day, for the past couple of weeks.” She slipped a hand inside Jeff’s shorts, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. “She wasn’t very enthusiastic at first, but she grew to like it. Now she can’t get enough.” She smiled sweetly. “When you take her home, I think you’ll find that a number of things about her have changed.”

Letting go of Jeff’s cock, Erica turned to one of the chairs, picking up a piece of cloth that was d****d across the back. “Take off your shorts,” she instructed him. Jeff did, his cock poking him in the belly as he bent over. When he straightened up, a tendril of his own fluids connected the head of his cock to his stomach. Erica smiled at the sight. “That’s very nice,” she murmured. She stepped over to him and lifted the cloth in her hands. “Close your eyes,” she said.

Jeff hesitated a moment, then did as he was told. Erica placed the cloth over his eyes, tying it behind his neck. The blindfold was very effective; Jeff couldn’t see a thing. He felt Erica take his hand in hers.

“Come on, follow me,” she said, tugging firmly on his hand. Not seeing many options, Jeff complied. Such was Erica’s air of authority that the thought of removing the blindfold never even entered his mind.

He sensed Erica leading him through the room’s other door and into another. He felt the thick, soft carpet under his bare feet, and noticed that the temperature was pleasantly warm. He heard Erica’s leather dress rustle as she walked ahead of him.

“Stop,” Erica ordered. Her hands touched his shoulders. “Turn around.” Then a hand on his chest. “A short step backwards.” Jeff felt something hard against the back of his knees. “Sit down,” Erica said. Jeff sat, feeling a soft but firm cushion on what appeared to be a wooden chair. “Lean back a little.” Jeff leaned carefully back, and discovered that the high, straight back of the chair was slightly declined in a comfortable resting position. The back was padded as well, with another cushion at the back of his head.

Erica’s dress rustled as she moved behind him. Her hands gripped his lower arms. “Move your arms back here,” she instructed. Jeff moved his arms as she directed, until his wrists were just behind his hips, the lower arms parallel to the slightly angled backrest. He felt something cool envelop his wrists, then the soft creaking of tightening leather. When he tried moving his arms, he found that his wrists had been restrained somehow.

“What are you doing?” he asked apprehensively. He wasn’t sure if he liked this game.

“Just sit still,” came the curt reply. He heard and felt Erica kneel next to him. Seconds later his right leg was secured to the leg of the chair. Then his left. Jeff was now thoroughly immobilised.

Jeff blinked a few times when the blindfold was pulled off. His first reaction was to look down at his restraints. He was sitting in a very solid-looking wooden chair with a high back and no armrests. Its feet, he noticed, were bolted to the floor. His arms and legs were secured with leather manacles that looked like they could hold a bull. He gave an experimental jerk, but neither the restraints nor the chair budged at all. It looked like he was here for the duration of whatever Erica had in mind.

With that out of the way, Jeff turned his attention to the room he was in. It was maybe 6 by 6 metres, with no windows and two doors. Directly in front of the chair, about two and a half metres away, was a huge bed. He was facing the foot end, with the headboard flush against the wall. There were some pillows at the upper end, and a light blue silk bedspread covering the whole bed. The room was well lit, with two spotlights in the ceiling aimed down at the big bed.

“So, Jeff,” said Erica, “are you ready to meet Mary?” Jeff squirmed; this was not how he wanted to meet his wife again, but Erica didn’t seem to care. She walked over to the second door and opened it. Then she stepped aside, and Mary entered the room.

Again Jeff stared in awe. The woman who stepped into the room was most certainly not the woman he’d left here two weeks ago. It was Mary, all right, but if he hadn’t seen her face, he’d never have recognised her. She was dressed in nothing but a pair of red latex stockings that went two thirds of the way up her thighs, stopping just a few centimetres below her shaved pussy and were so tight they looked as though they’d been painted on her. Her hands and arms were covered in matching latex gloves that went up past her elbows and stopped halfway up her upper arms. On her feet was a pair of shoes with 3-inch spiked heels. Apart from this and a wide black leather collar around her neck, Mary was stark naked.

Jeff ogled her in disbelief. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen his wife naked in a lit room, and every time it had been accidental on her part. Now she was all but flaunting her body to anyone who might be looking, and some body it was. Jeff’s cock twitched in his lap.

With a little squeal of delight, Mary took two running steps towards him, then suddenly stopped and turned to Erica. “Mistress, can I…?” she asked.

Erica smiled and nodded. “Certainly, Mary. It’s only appropriate that a wife greets her husband.”

A sort of delighted wiggle went through Mary’s body, and with a few long strides she covered the distance to the chair and threw herself around Jeff’s neck. She pressed her face into the hollow of his neck, kissing his throat and cheek. “Oh Jeff, it’s so wonderful to have you here!” she explained in between kisses. “I’ve had such a wonderful, wonderful time here with Mistress! Thank you so much!”

Jeff was bewildered and relieved. At least Mary wasn’t angry with him, which was great, but he’d never expected her to be thrilled about staying here. And how on earth had Erica gotten her to put on that outfit?

Mary snuggled up to Jeff, straddling his lap. He felt every square centimetre of her warm body pressed against his. She reached down to his lap and took his straining cock in her small hand. She looked into his eyes and licked her lips, then turned to Erica.

“Can I have it, Mistress?” she pleaded. “Please?” She looked down on his cock with a hungry expression. Jeff couldn’t believe his ears.

“Not yet, Mary,” Erica said in a firm voice. Mary’s face took on a pouting expression, and Erica’s face grew stern. “You can play with your husband’s cock later. Now we have other things to do.” She pointed to the bed. “Get on the bed and show Jeff how much you appreciate him being here.”

Mary gave Jeff’s cock a last squeeze, then got up and walked over to the bed. Jeff stared at the globes of his wife’s firm, curvy arse with naked lust. He’d never dreamed that he’d one day see the prim and proper Mary flaunt herself like this.

Turning around to face him again, Mary sat down on the edge of the bed, hands on her knees and her knees together. She smiled sweetly at her husband; then, slowly, she spread her legs. She stroked the insides on her thighs, her hands wandering up to her shaved pussy. For the life of him Jeff could not imagine how Erica had persuaded her to shave her pussy. But there it was, completely hairless, the fat pussy lips swollen and glistening with moisture.

With her red-gloved hands Mary peeled her pussy lips apart, letting Jeff see deep inside her. She licked her lips and smiled mischievously as she slowly inserted a finger into her dripping wet hole. She plunged in and out a few times, then added another. She fucked herself calmly while staring straight into Jeff’s eyes, her look communicating a burning hunger better than words ever could. Jeff felt like he was about to come without even having touched himself.

Pulling her fingers out of her pussy, Mary raised them to her mouth and, still looking Jeff right in the eye, stuck them in her mouth and licked them clean. When she pulled them out, she rolled gracefully over on her belly, long legs scissoring, and pulled herself a little further up on the bed. With her breasts pressed against the bedspread, she put her knees under her while spreading her legs wide. Jeff stared in mute wonder at his wife’s outthrust arse. She’d shaved her arse too, her puckered little anus glistening smoothly above her pussy. Mary reached under herself and rubbed her clit with two fingers, then plunged those two fingers inside herself again. Her face now pressed against the silk bedspread, she reached behind her with her other hand, a probing finger seeking and finding her anus. She slipped her middle finger inside her tightest hole, and proceeded to finger-fuck herself in both orifices. Muted grunts of pleasure were coming from her face buried in the bedspread. Jeff’s cock was turning a dangerously dark shade of purple, which would have worried him if he’d noticed.

“That’s enough, I think,” came Erica’s voice, barely audible to Jeff over the roaring in his ears. Mary pulled her fingers out of herself and turned around to face Jeff again. One by one she licked her fingers clean, even the one she’d had up her arse. If the expression on her face was anything to go by, this turned her on even more.

Erica walked over to stand next to Mary, who threw an arm around the blonde’s hips. Erica grabbed hold of Mary’s long hair and pulled, turning her face up to her. Then she leaned down and planted a deep kiss on Mary’s lips, a kiss Jeff couldn’t help but notice his wife returned with interests. The angle of their heads meant he could see everything, how their lips mashed together, their tongues slipping in and out of each other’s mouth.

When Erica straightened up, she smirked at Jeff. “I think Jeff enjoyed watching us, Mary,” she remarked. She touched Mary’s cheek. “Would you like to eat my pussy, Mary?” she asked, still looking at Jeff.

“Oh yes, Mistress, can I?” Mary gushed. Jeff stared in disbelief at the delighted expression on her upturned face. Erica nodded.

With eager hands Mary began unbuckling the straps holding Erica’s dress closed in front. She began with the bottom one, working her way up, exposing more and more of Erica’s long legs. Jeff noticed that the blonde’s black boots went all the way up to mid-thigh.

When Mary had opened all the buckles up to Erica’s belly, the tall blonde pushed her hands away and sat down on the bed. She was facing Jeff, her legs spread wide apart in the same position Mary had been in. Jeff could clearly see the neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, the swollen red pussy lips and the large clitoris poking out between them. Then his view was obscured by Mary kneeling down between Erica’s legs. Her head dipped down between the blonde’s legs, and Erica sent Jeff a triumphant little smile as his wife began eating her out.

For a couple of minutes Mary’s dark head moved up and down and from side to side between Erica’s long legs as the brunette feasted on her Mistress’ pussy. The wet sounds of her lips and tongue on Erica’s pussy were nearly driving Jeff insane. Erica had one hand behind Mary’s head and was grinding her pussy against her face, all the while observing Jeff through cool, half-closed eyes.

“I don’t think Jeff can see us properly, sweetie,” she remarked. “Lean back a little.” Mary cast a glance over her shoulder at Jeff. The lower half of her lovely face was coated in Erica’s pussy juice. She leaned back, supporting herself on both hands, and Erica stood up, straddling her and crouching down, lowering her cunt down to Mary’s upturned face. This time Jeff could see perfectly how Mary stuck her tongue out and plunged it in between the wet folds, licking up and down along Erica’s slit, and how her lips closed over the large clit. She was making sexy little noises in the back of her throat as she licked and sucked Erica’s dripping pussy.

It was the sexiest sight Jeff had ever seen: those long legs in black leather boots on either side of his wife’s body; the black leather dress opened just sufficiently to allow Mary access to Erica’s cunt. Erica’s face was twisted with pleasure, her hands kneading her large creamy breasts through the leather of her dress. If she felt any strain, standing in a half-crouch like that, she didn’t show it. Jeff jerked violently, but neither the chair nor the restraints gave as much as a millimetre. Nearly delirious with sexual frustration, all he could do was watch as Erica rode his wife’s face to orgasm.

When she was done, Erica gave a satisfied sigh and straightened up. Mary remained where she was, staring adoringly up at her Mistress.

“Poor Jeff,” Erica remarked. “It looks like he’s feeling a little neglected.” Mary turned to see, and licked her lips as she saw the state her husband was in.

“Can I have him now, Mistress,” she asked, her voice unrecognisable with arousal.

“Not yet, I think,” Erica mused, “but we’re going to have to do something before he has a stroke.” She reached down and pulled Mary to her feet. “Go and sit on his lap, sweetie,” she instructed.

Mary went over to the chair and was just about to swing one leg over Jeff when Erica stopped her. “No, the other way around,” she said. Mary reversed her direction, straddling Jeff with her back to him. She grabbed his cock in her hand and pointed it up as she lowered her pussy.

“Did I tell you to fuck him?” Erica’s voice cracked like a whip, and Mary froze. Jeff groaned in frustration; the head of his cock was so close to Mary’s pussy he could feel the warmth radiating from it. “Sit on his lap with his cock up along your stomach,” Erica told her.

Mary lowered herself, her buttocks against Jeff’s belly, his cock rubbing against the soft skin of her pubic bone and lower belly. Mary leaned back against him, rubbing her back and shoulders against his chest. Jeff craned his neck and kissed his wife in the hollow of her neck, causing her to squirm and moan. “Oh, Jeff,” she sighed. “Come for me, please. Shoot on my belly.” She pressed his dick against her belly with the palm of her hand.

“Yes, come on her belly, Jeff,” whispered Erica. She leaned over them and kissed Mary on the lips. Jeff stared at their mouths working against each other only centimetres from his face, and couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Oh God! Oh fuck!” he shouted as his cock jerked against Mary’s belly, spraying rope after thick rope of warm, sticky come all over her stomach. Mary squealed with pleasure, the sound muted by Erica’s mouth on hers. To Jeff, the orgasm seemed to last forever, the warm weight of his sexy wife on top of him, rubbing herself against him while French-kissing her female lover.

After Jeff had sunk back in the chair, heaving for breath, Erica broke the kiss. Taking Mary’s hand, she pulled the brunette to her feet. “Turn around, sweetie, and let Jeff look at you,” she said. Mary turned towards him, and Jeff looked in exhausted amazement at four days’ worth of sperm splattered all over her belly. It was a deliciously arousing sight, and he could feel his semi-hard cock twitch and swell again already.

Standing directly behind Mary, Erica reached around her, caressing her breasts with her left hand while her right stroked her belly, smearing Jeff’s come all over her abdomen. Then her slimy hand dipped down between Mary’s legs, the brunette parting them to give her easier access. Her hand, full of Jeff’s semen, rubbed Mary’s pussy with obscene wet sounds. Jeff could feel his pulse quicken again.

Mary had closed her eyes, breathing fast and undulating her hips against Erica’s caressing hand. She was obviously close to coming. Then Erica ceased her ministrations. “It looks like Mary is a little excited, Jeff,” she said. “Since you and I both have had ours, don’t you agree it’s her turn now?”

“Yes, absolutely,” Jeff croaked. He couldn’t recognise his own voice.

“I’m so very glad you agree,” Erica said, her voice rich with malice. Jeff felt his stomach knot up. What does she have in mind now? he thought.

Erica moved Mary to stand in front of Jeff, about a metre away. “Kneel,” she ordered, and Mary knelt down. Erica walked over to the door she and Jeff had entered through and opened it. “Come on in here,” she said to someone outside, then stepped aside and looked at Jeff with a positively evil grin.

Jeff’s eyes bulged as two men stepped into the room. The first one was big, black and very muscular, his head shaved and a huge cock dangling between his legs. The second man wasn’t as tall, but even more impressively muscled. He was while, his head also shaved, and he sported several tattoos of swastikas and other nazi symbols. His cock was smaller than the black man’s, but unlike his dark-skinned companion’s, his was hard and erect.

“Jeff, I’d like you to meet Lawrence and Reggie,” Erica smirked. “They’re both, shall we say, old friends of Mary’s.” She turned to the two men. “Go stand on either side of her,” she ordered. Mary’s eyes lit up as the two men went to stand next to her, their cocks level with her face.

“What… what the hell is this,” Jeff choked out. “Who the fuck are these guys?”

“Why, Jeff, there’s no need to get upset,” Erica smiled. “They’re just here so that Mary can demonstrate all the things she’s learned here over the past two weeks.” She went to stand behind him, her hands on his shoulders as she bent down to speak into his ear. “After all, I have to demonstrate that you’re getting your money’s worth. I wouldn’t want you to think you were buying a pig in a poke.” Her hands stroked his chest. Her scent was intoxicating.

“No, stop!” Jeff was frantic. “This isn’t necessary!”

Erica just chuckled. “Mary, suck their cocks,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” beamed Mary happily. Turning to the skinhead, she took his boner in her hand and opened her mouth.

“No, Mary!” Jeff shouted, struggling futilely against his restraints. “Don’t do it!”

Mary cast a quick, confused glance in their direction, and Jeff’s heart swelled with hope.

And then crashed down in his stomach as Erica’s calm, authoritative voice rang out. “Go ahead, Mary, suck their cocks.” And with despair swelling in his chest, Jeff watched his beautiful, sexy wife open her mouth and suck another man’s cock deep down her throat.

Tears welled up in Jeff’s eyes as he watched Mary’s soft red lips slide up and down on Reggie’s veined shaft. She was sucking with obvious pleasure, slurping and slobbering, kneading Reggie’s balls with one hand as she worked his cock with her mouth. She pulled it out of her mouth and held it up along his belly, licking his balls and along the underside of his shaft until she reached the head. She licked it a couple of times before closing her lips around it and sucking the cock back in her mouth.

Letting go of Reggie’s cock, Mary then turned to the black man, Lawrence. She took his large, semi-hard cock in both hands and stuffed it into her mouth like a c***d with her favourite candy. She sucked vigorously on the bulbous head in her mouth while she pumped one fist up and down his shaft, her other hand busy massaging his balls. The black man seemed to be having a little trouble getting it up, but slowly his cock swelled to impressive proportions.

Once both men were hard, Mary began alternating between them, sucking first one cock, then the other. Her face displayed nothing but lust; if she was bothered by her husband sitting only metres away, begging her to stop, it didn’t show. The two spit-glistening shafts slid in and out between her lips while she made low, throaty noises of pleasure.

Erica, meanwhile, was leaning over Jeff’s shoulder, her hand stroking his chest and stomach, occasionally wandering down to brush her fingertips against the root of his cock. “Do you like it, Jeff?” she whispered softly into his ear. “Does it turn you on, watching Mary suck other men’s cocks?”

“Please, make her stop,” Jeff begged, close to tears. “Please don’t do this.”

“Why on earth should I stop he, Jeff?” she asked. “Isn’t this what you wanted? A hot, sexy wife with no inhibitions?”

“You… you never said anything about… about this,” Jeff choked out.

“It stands to reason, Jeff, that if you want your wife to become a skilled cocksucker, you have to give her a cock or two to practice with,” Erica said maliciously. It was obvious that she was enjoying his despair. “And Mary has been practicing a lot. This isn’t the first time she takes care of Reggie and Lawrence. Between them, I’m sure she must have swallowed at least a pint of their sperm.” She closed her hand around Jeff’s cock, rubbing the head with her thumb. “You should be pleased, Jeff; I’ve thought your wife to swallow. Isn’t that what most guys dream of?”

Jeff just groaned. On the one hand, the scene playing out before him was tearing him up inside, but on the other hand Erica’s expert manipulation of his cock felt wonderful. For every passing second, Jeff was becoming more and more confused.

“All right, you three, that’s enough,” Erica addressed Mary, Reggie and Lawrence. Jeff sobbed with relief. She only wanted to torment me, he thought. Erica’ next words shattered that illusion as well. “Mary, lie down on the bed and suck Lawrence’s cock. Reggie, you fuck her pussy.”

Like actors obeying the director at a movie set, the three of them obeyed. Mary lay down on her back across the bed, her right side towards Jeff. Lawrence knelt next to her head on her left side, his massive cock bobbing up and down just above Mary’s upturned face. Reggie knelt between her spread legs.

“Oh God, no,” Jeff whispered in despair as the skinhead stroked his cock, getting ready to penetrate Mary. She had already one hand wrapped around Lawrence’s shaft and was stroking back and forth as she sucked greedily on his heavy balls.

“Oh, yes,” Erica said mockingly. “You might be interested in knowing that everyone who have fucked your wife agrees that she’s great in bed.” She chuckled throatily. “Who knows, maybe you’ll get to find out for yourself soon.”

Jeff was crying now, tears trickling down his cheeks as he watched his beloved wife spread her legs wide and push her hips up against Reggie’s cock, eager for him to take her. She was behaving like a wanton slut, not caring for anything except her own pleasure. Jeff was bitterly regretting having left her in Erica’s care.

He could not see the actual penetration, but Jeff saw clear enough Reggie’s shaft disappearing between Mary’s thighs, and how she arched her back and raised her hips up from the bed to take his cock deeper in her. She wrapped her latex-clad legs around his hips and fell into what seemed to Jeff to be a familiar rhythm as he began pumping his cock in and out of her on the bed.

Mary had Lawrence’s cock deep in her mouth now, her head turned away from Jeff as she sucked him. He could see her cheek bulge occasionally as the head of Lawrence’s cock filled her mouth. Sloppy wet sounds were emanating from her pussy as Reggie treated her to a savage fucking, but no matter how hard he fucked her, she met every thrust eagerly. She had he legs wrapped tight around him, and when Reggie tried to pull out of her to tease her, she refused to let go, the result being that he lifted her off the bed, only her head and shoulders remaining in contact with the mattress. Even when halfway hanging suspended under him Mary was hungrily grinding her hips against him, making encouraging noises around Lawrence’s cock.

“Poor Jeff,” came Erica’s falsely sympathetic voice in his ear. “Don’t you like the little show we’re putting on for you? And Mary who was practicing all yesterday evening for this.” She clucked her tongue in a disapproving fashion. Then she leaned over, and Jeff felt her warm, soft lips against his cheek, kissing up along the trail of his tears. Her hand was now pumping his cock slowly, and Jeff could feel that in spite of himself, he would come soon if she kept it up.

Suddenly felt that it was important not to let her have the satisfaction. He would not give her the pleasure of having him come to the sight of his wife being used as a personal fuck-toy of a couple of bodybuilders. In a burst of insight he realised that was exactly what Erica was after: to make him feel confused and ambivalent, leaving him vulnerable to her influence. Taking a deep breath, Jeff gritted his teeth and tried to think of something unpleasant.

Erica kept wanking his cock a little longer, but then she stopped, apparently sensing that something wasn’t right. She tilted her head and looked at his face, her delicate brows furrowed. Then she smiled a knowing smile.

“Well, well,” she said slowly. “It seems I’ve underestimated you, Jeff; you do have some spine after all.” She stepped around and knelt down next to his right leg. Looking up at him through her long lashes, she smiled.

“You know, some people think that it’s denigrating for a woman to suck cock,” she said conversationally. “They think of it as subjugation, that she’s being used, cheapened. Simply because she is giving pleasure without receiving any.” She chuckled suddenly, a reminiscing look in her eyes. “I just love radical feminists,” she remarked softly, almost to herself. “They have so many hang-ups and buttons to push, it’s almost too easy.” Her eyes cleared as she returned from whatever past she’d been thinking back on.

“None of them, though, consider the fact that when a woman takes a man’s cock in her mouth, that man is totally at her mercy,” she went on in a lecturing tone. Her hand still stroked Jeff’s cock. “Not only will he agree to just about anything just to keep her doing what she’s doing; the most sensitive part of his anatomy is also being held between her teeth.” She licked her lips. “Sucking cock,” she said as her head lowered into Jeff’s lap, “is power.”

Jeff threw himself wildly back and forth in the chair, but to no avail; he was helplessly stuck. He stared in wide-eyed horror at Erica’s long blonde hair that fell across his belly as she took his cock in her mouth and all but inhaled it all the way down her throat.

While Jeff had never been able to get Mary to suck his cock, he’d gotten a blowjob or two before he met her. Compared to what Erica was doing, those felt like light beers compared to a triple scotch. She took him all the way in, her nose pressing into his stomach, her lips clamped around the base of his cock and her throat muscles massaging his head. Her large breasts pressed against his thigh; he could feel the heat of them through her leather dress. She was deepthroating him expertly, the way he’d only seen in porno movies, and Jeff could feel his balls begin to tighten. He moaned and tossed his head from side to side, slamming it back against the backrest, the pain taking some, but not all, of his attention away from the amazing sensation in his cock.

Erica sucked and licked, giving Jeff the greatest blowjob of his life. On the bed in front of him Mary’s pussy was taking a pounding from Reggie, while Lawrence’s black shaft slid wetly in and out of her mouth. Jeff gritted his teeth and struggled against the wonderful feeling that was beginning to spread through his body.

Just when Jeff thought he couldn’t take any more, Erica stopped. She lifted her head, letting his cock slide slowly out of her mouth, maintaining eye contact all the time; the sight was so erotic it nearly made Jeff come by itself. Jeff could feel the come standing more than halfway up his shaft; even the slightest touch would make him come all over himself.

“I think I have a better use for this,” Erica said wickedly and nodded at his cock. She turned to the three people on the bed, who appeared lost in their own world.

“All right, that will do,” she said firmly, and the action on the bed ceased abruptly. Jeff wanted to feel elated, but he squashed the feeling down. He wasn’t going to start hoping it was all over this time too.

“Lawrence, lie down here,” Erica instructed, indicating the floor in front of Jeff’s feet. “On your back, with your head between Jeff’s feet.” The black man did as he was told, his big wet cock bobbing up and down in front of him a he moved. Jeff noticed Lawrence eyeing his erection speculatively.

When Lawrence was in place on the floor, his upturned face between Jeff’s ankles, Erica turned to Mary, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, a slightly petulant look on her face. She was obviously not happy about having her lovers taken away from her. Her hand was rubbing gently between her legs, toying with her red and swollen pussy.

“Mary,” said Erica in a soft, dangerous voice, “come here and sit on Lawrence’s cock.”

The petulant expression vaporised from Mary’s face, and she bounded to her feet like a girl getting out of bed on Christmas Morning. She straddled Lawrence’s supine body, then sank to her knees, lowering her sopping pussy towards the massive erection pointing up at her.

“Look closely,” Erica whispered to Jeff. “I bet this is the first time you’ve ever actually seen what Mary’s pussy looks like when it’s all full.” She was right, of course: Jeff and Mary had always made love in the dark, Mary never wanting him to see her naked. That only made it sting more.

Slowly Mary lowered herself onto the large pole. Her pussy lips were forced apart by the bulbous head, then closed firmly around the invading shaft. She sank down on it, centimetre after centimetre disappearing inside her, the ecstatic look on her face clearly showing how much she enjoyed it. It seemed impossible, but soon the whole length was embedded inside her, and she gave a shuddering sigh of satisfaction.

“Lean back, Mary; let Jeff have a good look,” Erica told her. Mary reached behind her, supporting herself with her hands on Lawrence’s knees and she pushed her hips forward, displaying with obscene clarity the way her engorged pussy lips gripped the thick rod that disappeared up in her. She raised her hips, and the glistening black pole slid out of her pussy, before she pushed back down, swallowing it all back in. She did it again and again, her face twisted with lust. Jeff wished to God he could have looked away or closed his eyes, but he knew he couldn’t have torn his gaze away if the space shuttle had come crashing through the wall.

Erica stepped next to Mary and grabbed her hair, twisting it several times around her fist. She pulled the brunette upright, then forced her even further forward until she was leaning over Lawrence’s torso, supporting herself on Jeff’s thighs. Her hips never stopped moving, gyrating on the big cock. Her face was only centimetres from Jeff’s swollen balls and rampant cock.

Jeff was sure Erica would have Mary take him in her mouth, but once again he’d underestimated the blonde domina’s ability to mess with people’s head. Mary had opened her mouth, her eyes focused on Jeff’s cock, and she was straining to reach it with her lips, but Erica held her back by her hair.

“Not yet, sweetie,” she murmured to Mary, loud enough so that Jeff could hear. “Soon you’ll have him all to yourself, but for now you’ll have to be patient.” She straightened up and gave Jeff an evil smile before turning to Reggie. “Reggie, why don’t you come here and shove you cock up Mary’s arse?” she suggested sweetly.

“Oh yes, Mistress,” Mary pleaded. “I want him in my arse.” She was looking up at Erica with big brown puppy-dog eyes, and Jeff felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He wanted to protest, to scream out, to beg her not to let them do that to her, but all the fight had gone out of him. Seeing his wife begging for another man’s cock in her arse was more than he could take.

Reggie scooted in position behind Mary, who sat perfectly still on Lawrence’s cock, looking over her shoulder as Reggie guided his erection towards her tightest hole. She groaned with pleasure as he entered her, and Jeff felt like crying, but had no tears left.

With both men deep inside her, Mary began to move her hips back and forth on Lawrence, grinding her clit against his pubic bone while simultaneously impaling herself on both cocks.

“Oooh, it feels sooo good,” she moaned, her eyes closed and a blissful expression on her beautiful face. “I’m so full, I think I’m going to burst.”

“You still have one hole that needs filling, sweetie,” Erica remarked. Still with a firm grip on Mary’s hair, she pulled the brunette’s face down to Jeff’s crotch. Mary’s eyes lit up even further, and she opened her mouth eagerly. Jeff just stared numbly at his cock disappearing into his wife’s mouth.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Erica murmured into his ear. “Would you have believed this two weeks ago, that your wife would be on her knees in front of you, a cock in every hole?” Her free hand were stroking Jeff’s chest and belly as she spoke, while the other was pumping Mary’s face up and down on his cock.

Mary was sucking his cock like a champion, groaning with pleasure at being triple-penetrated. Jeff, having found some last spark of defiance in him, was resisting as best he could the mounting pressure in his balls, but he already knew he was losing the battle.

“Think of it as a competition, Jeff,” Erica said huskily. “Which one of you guys will come inside Mary first?”

That proved too much for Jeff. With a last sob he collapsed back in the chair, his muscles relaxing as all thoughts of resistance fled. He felt his balls tighten, and then his cock jerked inside Mary’s eagerly sucking mouth, sending blast after blast of come to splash against her palate and the back of her throat. Mary made greedy noises around the cock, her cheeks bulging as her mouth filled with sperm. She then pulled her mouth off his cock, being careful not to spill a single drop, and then swallowed heavily, grinning a satisfied grin.

“Did it taste good, sweetie?” asked Erica as she petted Mary’s hair like a puppy.

“It was lovely,” Mary replied hoarsely. “I want to taste it again.”

“From now on, you can taste it every day, as much as you like,” Erica assured her, and Mary smiled happily. Her eyes were glazing over, and her breathing was becoming more ragged as the two well-muscled studs continued to mercilessly pound her pussy and arse.

Even after she was done sucking him off, Mary continued to kiss, lick and nibble Jeff’s limp cock and balls. Her latex-gloved hands were resting on his thighs, and every time Reggie drove his cock into her arse, the jolt travelled through her and into Jeff’s body. Her face, normally so innocent looking and angelic, was now twisted into a lustful parody of itself. Jeff was waiting with, in spite of himself, mounting interest for what promised to be a tremendous climax.

Although he couldn’t see Lawrence’s face, Reggie’s was a study in applied willpower. The man was obviously almost beside himself with pleasure, but for some reason he seemed to be trying to hold back as if his life depended on it.

“Mistress…” Reggie groaned, and Erica looked at him questioningly.

“What is it, Reggie?” she asked calmly, even though the man looked like he was about to have a stroke.

“Mistress, I’m going to come,” the skinhead said, sweat running down his face.

“By all means, Reggie, go right ahead,” said Erica.

“But Mistress, I don’t have a cock in my mouth, or in my arse,” she man moaned in despair.

Erica’s face took on a glow of pleasure, and she smiled proudly. “Good boy,” she praised, as if he was a dog who’d performed a difficult trick. “But I think we can make an exception this time. Go on, Reggie, come in Mary’s arse.”

A look of profound gratitude flashed across Reggie’s face, to be almost instantly replaced by one of equally profound ecstasy as he slammed his hips against Mary’s arse and grunted out loud, the impressive muscles of his chest and stomach rippling.

“Oh fuck, he’s coming in my arse,” Mary whimpered, her eyes wide. “I can feel him filling me!” Then her eyes rolled up in her head, and she convulsed violently as her own orgasm clamed her. She clutched Jeff’s thighs as she trembled, loud shrieks being forced from her throat. Jeff yelled in pain as she sank her teeth into his thighs. She was slamming her hips down on Lawrence in a way that would most certainly leave them both bruised.

The last member of their foursome, Lawrence, came as well, something that was evident from the deep roar from down between Jeff’s ankles and the way he lifted Mary right off the floor as he arched his back. Jeff could easily visualise how his big cock filled Mary’s pussy with sperm, but right then he was too numb to care. Mary had just finished shaking in the grip of her own orgasm, and looked like a wild a****l; her hair in disarray, her eyes glazed, her teeth bared as she gasped for breath.

When they were all spent, Erica snapped her finger. “All right, you two,” she said to Reggie and Lawrence. “Well done. Go to your rooms, and I’ll be along in a while.”

“Yes Mistress,” both men intoned, and struggled to their feet. Without a second look at Jeff or Mary, they filed out the same way they’d entered, their wet, limp cocks swaying as they left.

Mary, upon lifting herself off Lawrence, had pulled herself up along Jeff’s body, practically slithering up along his legs and into his lap. She straddled him, her buttocks resting on his thighs, as she wrapped her arms hard around his neck and kissed him.

“Oh, Jeff, that was so fantastic,” she said in an entranced voice. “I’m so happy you could see me like that.” She was snuggling closely against him, her lips trailing little kisses all over his face, neck and chest.

“Mary…” Jeff began, but was silenced as her lips closed over his and her tongue darted into his mouth. She held his head so firmly he doubted he could have got free even without the restraints of the chair. He stiffened for maybe a second, then relaxed and returned his wife’s loving kiss. When he tentatively stuck his tongue into her mouth, it seemed to enflame her even more, and the kiss took on a savage, passionate nature. To his surprise, Jeff could feel his cock hardening again.

“I hate to interrupt you two, but we’re not quite finished yet,” Erica’s voice interjected. Mary reluctantly broke off their kiss and looked up at her with anticipation.

“What do you want me to do, Mistress?” she asked breathlessly.

“It occurs to me,” Erica said slowly, “that while you’ve had three cocks, I haven’t had any.” She reached down between Mary and Jeff’s bodies and grasped Jeff’s erection. “That hardly seems fair, does it?”

Mary immediately climbed down from Jeff’s lap. “I’m so sorry, Mistress. I wasn’t thinking…”

Erica interrupted her. “That’s quite all right, sweetie,” she soothed. She looked at Jeff with wicked humour glittering in her eyes. “You don’t mind that I have your husband, do you?”

“Oh no, Mistress, of course not!” Mary looked shocked at the very idea.

Erica smiled and began unbuckling the topmost straps of her dress. The first one, when undone, exposed a lot more breast and even the darker shading of her aureole. The second one freed her massive breasts completely, showing off her stiff nipples. Those can’t possibly be real, Jeff thought as his eyes took in Erica’s tits.

With the third buckle open, Erica’s leather dress was only held together in front by two last buckles across her stomach. Her breasts were completely exposed, and stood proudly out from her body, completely unsupported. Erica cupped the large globes in her hands, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she squeezed them. Holy shit, those ARE real, Jeff thought in awe.

Going behind the chair, Erica fiddled with something Jeff couldn’t see. Suddenly the back of the chair began tilting backwards, and with his wrists securely fastened to it, Jeff had to follow. Moments later he found himself lying flat on his back, the back of the chair completely horizontal, level with the seat.

Erica swung one boot-clad leg over Jeff’s prone form as if she was mounting a horse. She stood astride him, her pussy directly above his cock, and smiled sweetly down at him. “Mary,” she said, “would you put your husband’s cock inside me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” came Mary’s eager reply. She grasped Jeff’s cock and pointed it straight up at her Mistress’ pussy. Slowly Erica lowered herself down on Jeff’s slick pole.

Jeff couldn’t help but stare in admiration as that perfectly sculpted pussy sank down over him and enveloped his manhood. Almost immediately he felt the muscles in her silky sheath, muscles he never even knew existed in a woman, grasp his cock like dozens of tiny but strong fingers. She sank down on him until her pubic bone rubbed against his; then she sat perfectly still, smiling triumphantly at him, as the inside of her pussy rippled up and down the length of his cock. Jeff gasped in pure ecstasy; he couldn’t believe what he was feeling.

With deliberate movements Erica began rotating her hips, Jeff’s cock held firmly in place inside her. Mary straddled his legs and stood behind her Mistress, her red-gloved hands reaching around the blonde woman to play with her tits and nipples. The contrast of the red latex against the creamy skin was tremendously exciting. She leaned over Erica’s shoulder, nibbling at her ear, and Erica turned her head and the two women’s lips found each other with unerring accuracy.

“Your husband has a very nice cock,” Erica murmured as they ended their kiss. “It feels so good inside me.” Mary beamed proudly. Erica leaned forward, her heavy breasts hovering just above Jeff’s face. Craning his neck, he sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, and was rewarded with a very satisfying moan from Erica. He sucked on her nipples, wishing he’d had his hands free so he could have felt them. She was riding his cock, and whenever he caught a glimpse of their groins past her breasts that obstructed most of his view, he could see his now copiously lubricated shaft sliding between her swollen, hairless pussy lips.

Erica had her eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face. Mary looked down on them, a strange look on her face.

“I wish I had a cock,” she said in a plaintive voice. “Then I could be inside you too, Mistress.”

“Don’t say that, sweetie,” Erica replied sternly. “I wouldn’t trade your delicious pussy for anything in the world.” Mary smiled proudly when she heard that.

For some reason, this infuriated Jeff. With a vengeance he drove his hips upwards, slamming his cock into Erica and lifting her body.

“Ooh, Jeff, what’s this?” Erica teased. “You want it harder, is that it?” She raised herself up, then sat heavily back down. Jeff, not intending to let her upstage him, gritted his teeth and returned the favour. Soon they were fucking each other with hard, savage thrust, both of them grunting with pleasure and effort. Mary was standing behind Erica, hands on her shoulders, licking her lips and obviously enjoying the spectacle.

“Do you want me to come on your cock, Jeff? Is that it?” Erica asked in a hoarse voice, leaning over Jeff. “Do you want to prove that I’m just an ordinary woman, like everyone else?” This, of course, was exactly what Jeff wanted, only he hadn’t formulated it even to himself.

“Let’s see who makes it, shall we?” Erica continued in a sultry voice. “Let’s see who comes first. Are you going to make me scream, or are you going to finish off and go limp inside me?” She ground her hips hard down on him for emphasis.

“Shut up, you bitch,” Jeff snarled up at her.

Erica shook her head, but her eyes were beginning to look a little frantic. “I really have underestimated you, haven’t I? You’re a lot tougher than I’d thought. I think I’m going to have to make a project out of you.”

Jeff just grunted, focusing his every scrap of willpower on ignoring the wonderful feelings in his cock. Fortunately he’d already come twice, so he had a certain amount of staying power this time. Erica, however, looked like she was struggling.

Just as Jeff felt he couldn’t take much more, Erica finally gave in. Her eyes became vacant, she took a deep, hissing breath, and then she collapsed on top of him, shivering and shaking in perfect silence. Her pussy was contracting and relaxing around his cock, and Jeff had serious trouble remembering to breathe.

When her body stopped shaking, Erica sat still, looking down on Jeff. She leaned down, her lips brushing his. “You win,” she whispered, before pushing her tongue inside his mouth while her pussy squeezed down on his cock. That proved too much for Jeff, and he shot the last few drops of come remaining in his balls inside her. There was a vague feeling of discomfort as he came, but no more than he could handle.

When she was satisfied that he was all done, Erica sat up straight, scratching her nails gently across his chest. Jeff just looked up at her, and at Mary standing behind her, her red-gloved arms wrapped around her Mistress’ waist. He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, but for the first time since he’d been strapped to the chair he felt a profound sense of fulfilment. He’d just proven that he was more than Erica’s plaything.

“Did you enjoy that?” Erica asked softly. Jeff nodded. “Do you want to do it again?” He looked at her suspiciously. Erica leaned a little forward, causing her breasts to swing gently from side to side. “I don’t mean like this,” she said, indicating his prone position. “I mean with you in charge.”

“How do you mean?” Jeff asked. He wasn’t about to trust a word she was saying.

“I mean that you get to take me, any way you want,” Erica explained, her voice low and seductive. “You can tie me down on the bed, order me to do anything you want, take me any way you want, in any hole you want. In short, I’ll be you plaything all night, as long as you can manage to get it up. I’ll do anything you want.” She smiled. She was whispering now. “Just imagine, any dark fantasy you’ve ever had, anything you’ve never dared ask a girl to do with you, I’ll do. No exceptions.”

“What’s the downside?” asked Jeff.

“There isn’t any,” she promised.

“Let me rephrase that,” he said dryly. “What’s the price?”

“You,” she replied simply. “You agree to stay here for two weeks, just like Mary.”

“Oh, Jeff, say yes!” Mary burst out. “We could be here, together, with Mistress!” Her eyes were shining.

“I’ll show you things you never even dreamed of,” Erica said. “I can teach you to do things you never would have believed you’d do, and to love every one of them. No shame, no conscience; just pleasure.”

Jeff felt like he was being torn in two. One part of him wanted what she was offering so bad he could almost taste it. To let go of free will, to just do everything the blonde goddess straddling him wanted, obey her every command and enjoy every sweet, delicious second. Another part of him howled at him to say no, to get out and away before it was too late, before she turned him into something else, to someone else. The latter voice eventually won out.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” he said, his voice not entirely steady.

“But Jeff,” Mary began in a pleading voice that sounded on the verge of tears, but Erica interrupted her firmly.

“Stop that, Mary,” she said. “It’s Jeff’s choice.” Swinging her leg over him, she crouched down and undid the manacles holding his hands. Mary took her cue and did the same to the restraints around his ankles. Jeff sat up on the chair, rubbing his wrists.

“We’re leaving now,” he said.

Erica nodded. “Of course. That was the idea, remember?” She turned to Mary. “Get your things and meet us in the hall downstairs,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Mary and hurried off.

Jeff and Erica went into the room next door, where he donned his clothes. Erica didn’t say a word, just leaned against the wall and watched him, a knowing smile on his face. She made no attempt to rearrange her dress. Jeff swallowed and turned away from her. Every second was a struggle not to turn back and accept her offer.

Downstairs Mary was already waiting. She was carrying her bag, the one she’d had when she came, as well as one other. Jeff pointed at it. “What’s that?” he asked.

“Just something I wanted Mary to have,” Erica explained. “It’s her two favourite outfits I made her wear.” Jeff saw Mary beam with pleasure. She was eyeing him speculatively, licking her lips. “And there’s a photo album as well,” Erica went on. “Just some pictures I’ve taken of Mary.” Her smile turned wicked. “I’m sure she’ll show you all of them when you get home.”

Jeff took Mary’s arm and steered her towards the door. He didn’t trust his voice to speak; he was pretty sure he knew what kind of photos they were. They were almost to the door when Erica’ voice rang out. “Mary,” she said.

Mary immediately turned around, and hurried over to Erica when she saw the blonde woman’s beckoning finger. Erica wrapped an arm around her, and the two women kissed passionately. When they let go, Erica sent Jeff a triumphant look over Mary’s shoulder. “Mary,” she said, “eat my pussy.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Mary and dropped to her knees. Erica put one booted foot on a small stool, giving the brunette access to her pussy.

“It will always be like this,” Erica explained to Jeff in a low voice. “Whenever I call, she’ll come. And I will call, Jeff. I’ll have her come over here, sometimes for an evening, sometimes for the night, and sometimes even for a weekend.” She put a hand on the back of Mary’s head. “Maybe it will be because I want her for myself. And maybe it will be because I want to give her to someone. Man, woman, or maybe both. She’ll let anyone I say use her body for their pleasure, and she’ll enjoy every minute of it.”

Jeff was struggling for breath, a cold, hard lump in his stomach. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Erica’s ice blue gaze.

“Don’t worry, Jeff,” Erica went on. “She’ll always come back to you when I’m done with her. What will you do? Will you pretend nothing has happened, or will you ask her to tell you all about it?” Jeff’s cock twitched in his pants.

“You can’t…” he began, but Erica cut him off.

“Don’t think about moving away,” she cautioned. “I’ll find you. And she’ll still come, no matter how far.” She looked at him, a considering look in her eyes. “But then, I don’t think you’ll move,” she said. “I don’t think you want to.”

Jeff opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, lost for words.

“My offer still stands, Jeff,” Erica whispered. Somehow they were closer now, almost close enough to touch. Jeff could not remember having gone to her. “Now, and forever. Come to me, of your own free will, day or night, and you can have me. Come along with Mary some day, or come on your own. Tomorrow, or in ten years. I promise you, Jeff, that you won’t be sorry. Not ever.” She smiled, and pulled Mary’s face away from her pussy, the kneeling brunette whimpering in protest. She pulled Mary to her feet, and kissed her deeply once again. Then she pushed her gently towards Jeff, who took his wife’ hand in his own.

“Take her home, Jeff, and think about what I said,” she said by means of goodbye. There was no mocking in her voice, only seriousness. Her voice and her words haunted Jeff all the way out of the house and back to the apartment.

# # #

Late that night Jeff lay on his back in the bed he shared with Mary. He looked down on the quietly sleeping form of his wife.

After they’d gotten home, Mary had disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged, she’s taken off her collar and put on a thin, red leather dress barely long enough to cover her arse, with a zipper down the front. In a towering rage he couldn’t quite explain, even to himself, he’d thrown her on her belly across the bed. Desperate to find some sexual act she wouldn’t do, some part of her that was unchanged, he’d shoved his cock into her arse, hoping to hear her beg him to stop, to leave her alone. Instead, she’d come twice before he did, whispering encouragements at him, pushing her arse up against him and clenching him tight inside her until his rage was spent. Then she’d gently undressed him, stripped off her dress and licked and sucked his cock clean. She’d fallen asleep like that, her head on his belly, his limp cock still in her mouth.

Images were flashing across the screen in Jeff’s mind. The whole evening, Mary on the bed with Erica, with Lawrence and Reggie, Mary sucking his cock with the two other men filling both her other holes.

But one image returned, no matter how hard he tried to push it away. It was the image of Erica, straddling him, his cock inside her incredible pussy, her huge breasts over his face, her nipple in his mouth.

And he knew that one day, whether he wanted to or not, he would go back.

The End?