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Angela exited her Gmail account after making the final arrangements. It had taken a while to convince her husband that they should experiment. Try out new things sexually, that is. She looked over the top of the laptop to where he sat, watching the late-night news on the television. A smile crept across her lips and anticipation grew in the pit of her stomach, the intensity of which she couldn’t quench.
Her nostrils flared as she recited the words she had written in the email, she slipped her fingers inside her knickers and let them slip over her sweet and silky lips, wet lips from the amount of juice her pussy was secreting solely from the anticipation.
As he sat watching the news, Dave, her husband, was not convinced, but he knew, however hard he tried to give her the pleasure that she wanted, that his attempts were always left wanting. Despite being reasonably well-endowed, he couldn’t play the tune that Angela wanted him to play.
Yes, he could fuck her, lick her, have indoor and outdoor sex and suck on her wonderful tits; even pinching her nipples when she pleaded with him to do it. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Angela needed something that his brain was not wired to do. Lovemaking he liked. Domination was another thing indeed and he couldn’t bring himself to spank her, punish her and make her do things that were degrading.
He had tried, of course, he tried spanking her but they gave up when he landed a hard smack on her bottom that caused her to cry out. It was what Angela wanted, of course, but Dave immediately pulled his hand away and watched it shake with fear that he had hurt her.
Dave couldn’t explain where Angela was getting these ideas from, he put it down to her genes. In a strange yet reassuring way, it was a blessing that they talked about it. But in other ways, it was also a torment to him that he couldn’t please her. And so, he let her forge ahead with her plans to involve a third party, a Dom, a person that could please her in this way. Once he had agreed, he knew she wouldn’t lose any time over it and he knew she was behind him busy typing the reply to a person she met online.
Dave heard a moan coming from the desk in the corner of the room. He turned his head slightly to see Angela’s hand busy underneath the desk. Her head leaning back against the wall. One of her legs rested on top of the table. She had got to the stage where she rarely hid her masturbation sessions over the exchange of emails between him and her. The panting became louder, more rhythmic and her chest heaved.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dave saw his wife climax. A guttural groan left her mouth and her body lurched forward into the laptop on the desk. Her hands outstretched as if holding some ghost from trying to maul her body; though she would have probably liked that, he reasoned.
Dave turned back to the television and contemplated switching it off and going to bed. He did just that. Angela shut the lid of the laptop as he passed her.
“I’ve sent it.”
Dave nodded, “I thought you had.”
Angela quickly rose and blocked his path from the stairs to their bedroom.
“You do want this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said, “I want you to be happy. Fulfilled.”
Dave brushed past her, knowing the heightened sexual state she was in would only mean one thing. Angela caught him up, half-way up the stairs, grabbed his bottom and squeezed.
“Come on you, let’s get you fucked, shall we?”
ooOoo
Angela had to wait a day for a reply from her friend, despite logging on just about every hour to check her email. When it did arrive, Dave could tell it wasn’t good news.
“He can’t make it until two weeks next Saturday,” she read the most important line out to him.
Dave nodded. “Well, gives us time to plan then, doesn’t it?”
Angela smiled at Dave and nodded.
In the few hours that followed, Angela had booked a room at the hotel that her friend had suggested and bought the suggested items from LoveHoney; her favourite online shopping mall. She kept telling Dave how much she loved him, but he knew it was all about how much she was looking forward to the actual day.
Angela remained horny all week. Her outfit arrived. She put it on to tease Dave and he had to admit she looked good in it; stunning in fact. The emails arrived every night throughout the week. After she read every correspondence, she was instructed to fuck Dave but that she had to stop once she had climaxed. For Angela, the fucking didn’t last long which usually left Dave feeling frustrated.
The fucking slowed down the closer it got to the designated day and it was non-existent for three days before. Angela was beside herself, climbing the walls, getting tetchy with Dave over the slightest disagreement.
Dave played on her uncomfortableness with the lack of sex and had threatened to tell her friend when he caught her masturbating in the shower one morning. On that occasion, he actually opened the shower door marched her out and smacked her arse before ripping into her verbally.
Angela knew he was right. As he left to get dressed, a smile crossed her face and her eyes glistened with evil intent. She was feeling so horny and there were twenty-four hours to go; far too long.
ooOOoo
Saturday arrived. Angela was awake at six in the morning, showering and, as far as Dave could ascertain, playing with her pussy, though she was managing to stop herself from climaxing just in time. By nine in the morning, their bags were packed and loaded into the car and Angela was waiting for Dave to finish his breakfast. The hotel was only twenty miles away and they didn’t need to be there until two in the afternoon; a good hour before he would arrive.
After a quick lecture on timewasting, Dave finally gave in and readied himself a little faster. He grinned at Angela as she sat in the car waiting for him to fiddle with the locks on the door and set the alarms. Dave could tell by the way she stared out of the windscreen that she was pissed off with him. He could tell she was eager, no, desperate to get to the hotel. To have a few drinks, to change into her outfit, for him to appreciate her charms.
Dave sat in the car, placed the key into the ignition and turned to Angela.
“You ready to go? Have you left anything behind?”
“Fuck off and just drive,” she said, giving him an if-looks-could-kill sideways glance.
Dave smiled. It hadn’t occurred to him how much he enjoyed seeing her being so uncomfortable, having to wait, having to slow things down when her excitement and anticipation levels were through the roof.
In forty minutes, they had reached the hotel, parked the car and checked in. The room was plush, pristine and they dumped their bags and retired for a gin and tonic in the bar. They booked a table and had a lovely meal at the restaurant with a nice bottle of wine that was presented to them courtesy of Brian. An enveloped note was tied around the neck of the bottle.
Angela opened it and then let out a barely audible gasp.
“What does it say?” Asked Dave. Angela handed it to him.
“Did you say anything about me masturbating to him? Behind my back.”
Dave smiled as he read the note. He looked into Angela’s eyes and cocked his head and winked. Even though he hadn’t, he wasn’t going to let her have the benefit of the doubt.
At one in the afternoon, they retired to the room. Angela handed Dave an email. It was an email from Brian asking that Dave wear certain items of clothing: a silk shirt, black slacks, no underwear.
“But I haven’t packed any of these,” he said as he read the note.
“I have, they’re in my bag,” replied Angela. She pulled her own gear out and disappeared into the bathroom.
“How long are you going to be in there?”
“If you want a piss, you better have one now,” she shouted back.
They exchanged places for all of three minutes before Dave was left with the television and the clothes he should wear. Plenty of time to think about this guy Brian. He pulled a few printed emails that were poking out of Angela’s handbag and read them. He read with envy and realised why she carried these around with her. Brian’s tone was firm, almost demanding. Dave wondered whether his wife did these tasks that she had been set and if so, when? And where?
The tasks varied from flashing to revealing parts of her body in stores and coffee shops. He liked the one where she had to sit in the back of a taxi and open her legs so that the driver could see her uncovered pussy. He remembered her coming home once with a very short yellow skirt and this task was mentioned in one of the emails. She had to ride the escalators in British Home Stores and Marks and Spencer's without any knickers; and when there was a man behind her, she had to bend over to pick up something that she had dropped.
Dave thought how much he would have loved to have been behind her on that particular task.
“Are you getting ready out there?” Angela shouted from the bathroom.
It was nearly one-thirty and Dave put the papers back in her bag and took his old clothes off. He decided to leave his shoes and socks off.
Angela appeared from the bathroom as Dave was watching the television while sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Fuck!” he said, his eyes wide and his jaw half-way to the floor.
Angela smiled.
“What do you think?”
“Gorgeous. He’s gonna love you.”
“I don’t want him to love me. I just wanna get used.”
Dave smiled.
There was a knock on the door. Angela looked at Dave and made her way to the door. She looked through the spyhole and confirmed to Dave that it was him. Brian.
Instructions were left that Dave should answer the door.
The man standing on the outside was quite a bit older, Dave estimated around late fifties or early sixties. His salt and pepper hair was thinning on top and his crisp beard was charismatic. He exuded class with his black suit and shiny shoes.
Dave invited him inside without saying a word and Brian followed him down the narrow corridor into the main bedroom.
Angela was waiting; sitting on the edge of the bed as instructed. Legs closed, hands on her knees and her head bowed; her heavy breasts heaving within the confines of her balcony bra. The toys he had instructed her to bring were placed on the small wooden table by the wall. Underneath the television that was now silent.
Angela closed her eyes as Brian surveyed his prize. Dave couldn’t believe the change in her. One moment argumentative, anxious and excited, but looking at her now she was as timid as a mouse, though just as excited as he watched her heaving breasts.
Brian nodded his approval. He lifted a strand of her hair and pushed it behind her ears. His finger followed the line of her jaw until it rested under her chin. He lifted her chin upwards so that she could look into his eyes.
Dave could see that her lips were quivering and a wry smile broke out on them when she noticed a smile from him.
He let his finger slip across her luscious red lips before slipping it between them. An action that seemed practised as Angela accepted and sucked on his finger.
Brian removed it and smiled at her and then without warning his tone changed.
“You’ve been naughty, haven’t you?”
Her head dipped down so that her chin was almost touching her breasts. “Yes, Master,” she replied.
Dave watched with interest as his slutty and cock-sure wife withdrew into her role.
“Did you masturbate?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Did you climax?”
“No, Master.”
“Are you lying to me, Angela?”
She took too long to answer and Brian once more placed his hand under her chin and lifted it. Looking into her eyes he asked the question again.
“Did you climax?”
“Yes, once, Master.”
“Once too many then,” he retorted. He turned away from her and walked to the table to collect a few necessary items.
“Stand up. Take your knickers down,” Brian commanded.
Angela did as she was told, leaving her knickers on the floor in front of her feet.
Brian let his hand wander over her beautiful breasts that stood almost proud of the balcony bra. Her nipples were dark and full and erect with anticipation. Brian pulled one of them out from the bra and attached a nipple clamp. The tightness caused Angela to gasp before he pushed her nipple back into the bra. He repeated the action with her other nipple and pulled tightly on the chain that connected them to ensure they wouldn’t come free.
Angela’s head, neck and upper body seemed to follow the direction of the chain.
“Keep you back straight,” he commanded her.
Angela pulled back slowly, getting herself used to the tension on her nipples and the pain that was shooting through her sensitive parts.
Brian turned to Dave.
“Do you see how much she likes it, Dave?”
Dave nodded; his breath almost as rapid as Angela’s.
“Why don’t you take down your trousers and kneel on the bed about halfway up, facing me,” he told Dave.
As Dave got in position, Brian turned Angela around to face the bed and Dave. He pushed her forward and she instinctively knew to kneel onto the bed facing her husband.
“Dave, pick up the chain and hold it tight.” Dave did as he was instructed, only he held it a little tighter than perhaps Brian had implied.
Angela felt a stiff wooden board, about three inches in width and half an inch thick and about eighteen inches long caress between her thighs. She knew its size because she had bought it for this precise moment. There was a handle at one end becoming more flexible at the other.
Brian wiggled it from side to side and Angela opened her thighs a little wider in response. Brian slipped it onto her lips and dragged it between them; hoping there were no splinters in the fine Ashwood that it was made from. By the time the end of it appeared into the open, it was smeared with her juices.
“Quite the little slut, aren’t we?”
It was as much of a question as a statement and Angela responded in kind.
“Yes, Master.”
She looked up into the eyes of her husband as she said those words. She never heard the swish of the ruler, engaged as she was in conversation with her Master. The first thing she knew about what had happened was the sudden pain, followed by the cry from her lips and finally the heat that spread across her bottom.
Brian was immediately taken by the screech from her lips. It was just something he liked, something that made being a Master all the more pleasurable. It wouldn’t have been the same if she had kept quiet, kept the sound in, but then she wasn’t expecting it anyway.
“Dave, when I nod, I want you to pull hard on the chain,” Brian instructed.
Dave looked down into his wife’s eyes and with a sneer on his face. Her eyes widened almost in horror at the words that were spoken. She had genuinely thought the punishment would be handed out by Brian alone. It was not the case.
“How many times did you climax, Angela?”
“Three, Master,” she told the truth in case her husband would reveal the truth for her.
“Then you will need to count to twelve. Can you do that Angela?”
Angela nodded, “Yes, Master.”
She felt a drop of liquid slither over her pussy lips before it fell to the bedclothes. Her mind was concentrating hard. She was determined not to cry out as she had with the first one and the first thing she did was try and relax her body and calm her breathing.
“Are you ready, Angela?”
“Yes – ”
The sudden impact caught her off guard again and she cried out. The impact was hard and her bottom shook and quivered and immediately reddened with the aftershock. She panted for what seemed like minutes but were only ten seconds.
“Is there something you need to say?” asked Brian.
His words quickly registered and Angela blurted out, “One, Master.”
Brian lifted the ruler and nodded to Dave.
Dave waited for the moment of impact to pull on the chain.
Angela would have been more in control on the second strike had it not been for the additional pain coming from her nipples. She was prepared for the impact on her bottom, which hurt nonetheless, and she was pressing her lips hard together as she waited for it. But her mouth suddenly flew open and she emitted a loud yell as both her nipples were yanked by the chain that was attached to them. She wasn’t expecting that as well.
After a few seconds, she realised her task, “Two, Master.”
The next six came in quick succession and were a combined pull and smack. Angela was left sobbing at the end of them but to her credit, she had numbered each one correctly and not once did she even entertain using the safe word.
She knew that her pussy was leaking profusely, she knew that her bottom was red-hot and that the heat was spreading to her pussy and down her thighs, she knew that her nipples were aching with the pain and had now come out of her bra and were pulled taut by the chain that was held tightly in her husband’s hand. She knew that she had nearly climaxed and she knew that would have been wrong.
The remaining four were equally spaced in time and administered with gusto. Each one becoming harder and harder as she counted to the final number. It was all Angela could do to stop herself from climaxing as the ruler hit home. By the tenth smack, she no longer felt the pain, only the increased spread of heat through her body. Her nipples seemed to be permanently extended in the direction of her husband’s erect cock.
“Twelve, Master.”
“Twelve, indeed,” Brian responded; pushing a finger into her cunt and wiggling it up and down. “My, you are wet,” he added.
“Turn around and sit on the edge of the bed,” he instructed.
Angela did as she was told but had to cautiously place her bottom onto the stiffened bedclothes. Her face was a mess despite what they say about mascara that doesn’t run. In front of her eyes was an erect circumcised cock, the head almost purple-red, smooth and bulging.
All that was necessary was a gentle hand on the back of her head.
Dave watched her head move forward onto the purple helmet. Angela rolled her mouth around on Brian’s cock, taking him just inside her lips and sucking the head. She knew that her Master would let her know when he required more.
Dave looked into Brian’s eyes and saw a kind of loving lust seep from the corners of his eyes. His mouth was turned up at one of the corners in a grimace as he savoured the feel of her mouth. His hand slowly pulled towards him and Angela’s mouth descended on his cock in response.
She knew she could handle it, the full length. She knew she could deep throat her husband and his cock was eight inches. The one in front of her, she estimated, was a little over that length. Her mouth descended further and further before it was unceremoniously pulled from between her lips. Brian stepped backwards. He placed a hand on her breasts and pushed her back onto the bed.
“Suck your husband’s cock,” he told her. “Dave, lean over your wife. Smell her arousal, taste her.”
Dave shuffled forward before leaned over Angela’s pussy. She was indeed aroused, soaking wet and desperate to climax. He knew that, but he also knew that it wasn’t why he was in this position. It wasn’t to lick her pussy and it wasn’t to pleasure her while she sucked on his cock. His thighs and body hid his mouth from her sight as he took in Brian’s cock and sucked on it.
The euphoria he felt was second to none. The warmth of the cock invading his mouth was exquisite, the silky-smooth skin and the texture were indescribable. For his first cock, it couldn’t have been any better and he sucked avidly on it while his wife sucked on his.
“Make him come in your mouth,” Brian instructed Angela. “Swallow everything like a good little girl.”
Brian’s hand once more came upon the back of someone’s head. Dave moved forward and sucked on the pleasurable intrusion in his mouth.
Angela was moaning and her hands started to claw at Dave’s buttocks. A finger entered his anus and his cock was finally down her throat. She bobbed her head upwards as best she could. Dave likewise started to moan. He could feel his climax approaching. If anything, Angela was an excellent cock sucker, especially when she was as fired-up as she seemed to be.
Dave was trying his best with the cock in front of him but it just wouldn’t go in deep enough. He resorted to placing a hand on Brian’s shaft and tossing him off into his mouth while he sucked hard, making Brian’s purple head even more colourful.
Both men ejaculated at almost the same time.
Dave grunted as he spurted into Angela’s mouth while at the same time holding Brian’s cock rigid between his own lips. Brian’s hand, held Dave’s head in place as he released his seed; his gaze turned to the ceiling as his legs shook.
Brian calmed his breathing and relaxed. He pulled out of Dave’s mouth and gathered up a towel from the table to allow Dave to clean up and remnants of their tryst. Dave then lifted his body from his wife’s allowing his cock to come free.
Angela was left gasping on the bed but she hadn’t spilt a drop on the sheets. Her pussy was in desperate need of attention but she was told to sit up on the bed.
Brian nodded to Dave who undid her bra so that it could be removed. Brian lifted her breasts so that he could suck and lick her extremely sensitive nipples. A finger searched and found her entrance and inserted itself. Angela’s legs opened involuntarily. Brian reached for the ruler on the bed and placed it over her poised nipples. She looked down at them, extended and a little sore.
“Dave, hold them for me,” Brian instructed.
Dave reached around and held his wife’s breasts upward, pulling both nipples together and aiming them towards Brian. The ruler descended on them and Angela cried out once more. A second and third smack increased the pain that emanated through her body, but the finger on her clit seemed to offset any doubt that she had about her current position.
Angela started to moan. The pleasure from the fingering was soothing her fears. The pain from the ruler, diminishing with every smack. She looked onto Brian’s rigid cock and she desperately felt the need for it inside her.
“You want this, don’t you?” Brian said, stepping back from her and squeezing his length; teasing her with it.
Angela nodded, “Yes, Master.” Angela saw pre-cum ooze from the slit but in reality, it was the leftover juices of his previous ejaculation that she was unaware of. Brian started to push Angela down onto the bed. She scrambled up it a little once Dave had removed himself from behind and she opened her legs wide. Dave fixed his mouth onto one of her nipples and caressed her other breast. Brian climbed between her legs and taunted her by brushing his cock against her wet cunt.
Angela was using her eyes to encourage him. The usual words hissed quietly through her mouth until she was pleading with him. He slid his length across her pussy a few times, making her believe it would be going in but it didn’t. She was beside herself with anticipation and excitement.
“Please, Master,” She said eventually.
She had uttered the words Brian was waiting for, Please.
He fucked his cock into her. It was as unexpected as the first smack of the ruler, the first pull of the chain and the first finger she felt inside her. But it was a welcome intrusion nevertheless. Angela moaned out loud and to stop her from crying out too soon Dave filled her mouth with his cock.
The two men smiled at each other as they fucked Dave’s wife between them.
The moans from Angela’s mouth were well deserved. Her breasts were heaving as she tried to inhale, her lower body arching as she lifted her chest off the bed; pinned as she was by the two cocks in her pussy and mouth. Her climax was building fast, the feel of her Master’s cock inside her, pleased her.
Brian’s cock ploughed her trough as quickly as he could and when he felt the time was right, he reached out to pinch both her nipples.
Angela cried out loud despite her husband’s cock filling her mouth. The intense and unexpected pain brought her climax to the front. It pulsed and rippled inside her, shook the folds of her sex and exploded from her pussy before being pushed back like a tsunami that engulfed her whole body. Her legs shook violently, her breasts wobbled, her bottom lifted and fell onto the bed and she milked her husband’s cock for a second time.
Dave pulled out of her mouth as soon as he felt the need to ejaculate, spilling his seed all over her face and giving Angela the much-needed space to suck in great lungfuls of air and allowing her vociferous outburst to take hold.
As soon as she climaxed, she clenched her muscles which physically pulled Brian’s cock into her. He kept fucking her silky entrance in the hope of a quick second orgasm and was rewarded with just that.
“Put your head down here, Dave,” he indicated pointing to Angela’s stomach. Dave did as he was told and waited. Angela panted and looked on in awe at the position of Dave’s head and the rapid fucking of Brian’s cock in her entrance. She looked up into Brian’s eyes to be met with a knowing smile. She climaxed again but could not take her eyes off her husband’s face.
Brian pulled out of her leaving behind a desperate need for her to be filled. His sperm shot from the end of his cock and splashed onto Dave’s face.
Angela’s eyes opened wide in response to the sight before her. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Taking it all in was a struggle for her to come to terms with. This wasn’t what today was all about, she thought. Yet she couldn’t stop looking at her Master’s spunk splashing onto her husband’s face. Fuck, she thought, Dave was even licking it with his tongue. Any minute, she thought, and Dave would be taking her Master’s cock into his mouth and cleaning it. That was her job, not his.
That never happened because Brian pulled away from both of them and stood at the end of the bed. He nodded, looking on the scene before him and onto a couple in turmoil with their emotions.
“I need to leave you two together,” he whispered.
Angela almost started to complain but remembered her role just in time. She watched as Brian left to go to the bathroom, to clean himself up. When he emerged, he was fully dressed and ready to leave them.
His goodbyes were twofold. He shook hands with Dave and wished him well and he kissed Angela deeply and passionately leaving her wanting more. He walked to the door, waited and half turned his head back towards them, then he opened the door and left.
It was six-thirty in the evening. Dave admitted he was famished and needed something to eat and realised that the hotel restaurant would now be open. Angela nodded and looked at him before agreeing.
“I need a shower,” she said.
“Me too,” replied Dave.
They showered separately, dressed and went to dinner. The conversation seemed stunted with more than enough pauses and silences to fill a swimming pool with water.
Angela was still coming to terms with what she saw in that room. A day which should have been about her, her sexual needs, her submission to a Master, her pleasure, her pain. Dave was supposed to witness it, learn from it, maybe one day, do it to her himself. Instead – she saw too many differences. Events that she still couldn’t quite comprehend. His submission to her Master, her husband’s facial, the licking of another man’s sperm, his enjoyment, the look on his face and now this. The silence and matter-of-fact conversation.
She couldn’t talk about it.
Dave was ambivalent, smiling throughout the meal and trying his best to make meaningful conversation. It wasn’t going well but he knew he would have to wait. Angela would take her time but the conversation they needed to have would happen – one day.
Up in their bedroom, Angela headed for the bathroom.
“Can I use your computer for five minutes?” Dave shouted as the door locked.
“Yes,” came the reply.
He opened the laptop and logged into his usual site. The same site that Angela used to read her dirty stories, meet men to cyber with and masturbate in front of him before taking him to bed to fuck. The same site that she met her Master, Brian.
Dave quickly composed an email and sent it.
She’s still coming around, a little speechless at dinner tonight. She hasn’t mentioned the evening once which is unlike her.
But I absolutely loved it. It was all I had imagined and thank you so much for being there and giving me the experience.
He smiled, added a smiley on the end and pressed send.
Brian would get it later, or in the morning.
He logged off, closed the laptop and waited for his turn in the bathroom. He had never felt happier and never as excited and as horny as he had earlier and he wondered whether Angela would be up for a quick fuck.
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