M6...

James comes for dinner at Marylou and Maxime.

Stomach clenched, Marylou, in her mid thigh elegant red dress, opens the door for James. In the living room, Maxime, her husband, waits for his first glimpse at his wife's Master. Since his return from work solid tension had filled both. Nothing could alleviate the butterflies before the expected coit between Marylou and James.

The table lavishly set for two, sported a small silver bell, taken from Mistress' home, which usage annoyed Marylou.

Maxime, still torn apart with his reduced stature after condoning his visit into her most personal zone and his fears of the rapture James' cock will bring her, recalled the magic of their last month’s sex to hang on. Loosing their new power play games, her warm embraces and the frantic humps of his wife pussy against his mouth, thigh or cock was worst than giving her to another. Nothing could stop this train. James, her stirrer, will claim his right tonight.

He whished things could be different. If only he had triggered her juices or confided his limitations to her. Their voices at the door hit him. He raised his glaze. His wife and Mistress, closely followed by an elegant man, entered the living room and she turned toward him:

"Sir let me introduce you my husband Maxime."

His face's commanding presence perfectly matched his clothes' luxurious chic, a jacket of gray satin and a wide, pajama like, trousers of bluish linen. In addition to his aura, the deferent attitude of my wife snatched me in the inferior side in our relationship.

His apparition made real the jealous torments bathing my day and conjured the damaging image of his semen violating the sanctity of my wife cunt punctuated by her shrilling call for it. A better man had crossed into my wife life. Controlling my emotions, I stood up to shake his hands. James sat in the armchair facing mine:

"Marylou would you bring us some martini's?"

"Yes sir"

Flabbergasted with her simple response and meek attitude I stay motionless. Her words and her body language conveyed a servility of which no hint had transpired in our twenty years together. She will lift her dress for him anytime!

"Maxime would you sit on that chair."

Mesmerized, I obey his suggestion, relinquishing control to him. She employs herself making the drinks. He complimented me on the coziness of the house.

Our black china tray with two glasses waited for his hand to move toward the glass. Her position, stooping low for him to fuss again over her eagerness, offered me a peep on her garters. His eyes were indeed plunging deep into her brassiere.

Was he going to fondle her? A real man would intervene to stop that masquerade! I enjoyed the cleavage she had offered me in the recent times. He taught her. She was nothing but a slut, selling her feminity to the best male around. Then the fullness of our actual relationship squashes any impulse to annoy her.

Will her despise for my weakling attitude carry her to him or can she really create two spaces? Nothing looks safe on my plate. Ending the story there, before any irreversible happening, could be the best choice. She would hate me if I broke her hopes now. My Mistress serves him.

The craziness of the scheme dwelled on me. My cock, flooded with blood, screams in my pants. Her fawning turned me on! His hand snubbed her globes to grab the glass freeing her to take care of me. My bulge did not escape her attention. Her expression, switching from obedience to amusement, signals her relief about my willingness. Burning with jealousy I nabbed the glass as fast as possible, uttering a strangled thank you.

James talked:

"Curly bush, your husband and I will chat privately for a while. I will ring the bell when we are ready for dinner."

She bowed, in the middle of the living room, with her customary.

"Yes Sir"

"Before you go will you pull down your panties to the knees."

Embarrassed and excited, her hands lift up her skirt from the back to act his request, making sure that in front, the up move of her dress' helm reveals nothing beyond her garters. A fancy embroiled triangle of silk stood incongruous in the middle of her knee during an heavy silence where my cock push uncomfortably against my pan.

"You crave my presence beauty. My request pop out the sexual energy bottled inside you. The lost of control scare you. I set the limits and you do not know where I will stop. Tell your husband where you are."

"I'm scared, ashamed, in awe and compelled. I trust you to benefit from a healthy me."

"Are you excited too?"

"Yes Sir. I'm"

"Lift the dress to your waist. We will read the evidence."

The helm of her dress reached her waist discovering a needy smooth pussy encased between mauve garters. Mesmerized I stare at her with unchecked hunger. Her clitoris pokes between her separated and engorged pussy lips. A minute went by.

"Come here sweetie."

Her gait, encumbered by the panties holding at her knee, conjugate with her flushing red face to produce a very intense display. She stopped inches from his seat. His finger, tracing the groove of her slit, easily pushed apart the engorged flesh.

"Turn around."

He patted her back with a noisy

"Good girl. Leave us now. Your husband got the point."

Her pathetic walk toward the kitchen, holding the dress well above her butt and careful to spread her legs enough to keep the panties in place, claimed the limitless aspect of his power. An instant before she cross the door, he called:

"Sweetie let the dress down and pull them up. Come back when I ring."

The gravitational action pulled the dress over her luscious bottom. She pulled up her panties and disappeared. I had no air left in me. My wife, stripped and patted on the butt like a slut and ringed like a maid, displayed unambiguous arousal. My cock stampede, against the fabric of my slip, proved my desire and the pain in my loin for the place, she gave him, denied it. Why could not she be my maid?

"Maxime your wife told you her submissive disposition. Doesn't the real thing stir another layer?"

"She will do anything you ask her!"

"You will cross stronger streams soon. For the deal to work you must remind yourself that she belongs to me only a day a week, a week end a month and a week a year. Every other day you belong to her and I need it. Her sanity depends on your love for her. She obeys me because of my power. She married you because of her love. She would not survive a month full time in my house. Your love supports the essence of her life. My commands spice it."

"Maxime your power diminish me. She despises my limit. Now she knows better. She will hate me when she comes to the conclusion that I sell her to satisfy my sexual craving. Today my hard on amuses her. In the future the craziness of it will fall back. You will be away, cake eaten and I will be left to my wife contempt."

"Some of my temporary maids, your wife position in my house, have been with me seven years. They are married women between forty and sixty that lost interest in their sex life at one point and tasked me to revive it. We strike a win win deal: you get a horny wife in your bed six days a week and I got a gorgeous sluttish maid. You did not sell her. She flashed the intense feminity I sparked to let you accept my presence. Her blossoming in the submissive position shocks you. She did not learn it from me. I picked her because she had the seed of it. Her blatant arousal at searching my approbation makes the game fun."

"Why do we need you for it. Can't I dominate her? "

"She dominates you. If she had not tasted the appeals of obeying, she could not dominate you. You do not stir her submissive side emotions. You stir her dominating side. Your loving attention makes the air she breathes. Take that away from her she would choke. Stooping to show me her tits will never give her deep love for herself. It arouses her only because you give her a solid base."

"What about my fun? "

"Don't deny your own wishes. For a bonus you get a hungry pussy around, the best tool for a man cock."

"At what cost?"

"Don't pity yourself or we will both loose. Your humiliation arouses her and you too. She craves for my cock in her cunt and I intent to taste her mouth as well. You control the moment. I will not penetrate her until you ask for it. You will allow her to go for it. If you don't act nothing will happen. Tonight you will choose the path your couple follows. I will not decide, nor her. We present you with that decision. You will speak the word that allow my cock beyond her lips or you won't."

The responsibility of asking her to let him in stirred my sweating gland. How was I supposed to manage that? 'Honey would you please suck Maxime cock for me' seemed a crazy utterance. I was forbidden to ask for myself and he expected me to ask for him!

Well, for him she would welcome the demand. Obviously, he could access her precious erogenous area at will. Paralyzed, totally dumb, afraid to suggest to my wife something we both desire that any husband with real balls would prohibit. Tonight I must foot the bill for the incredible changes of the past weeks. Why should I care if any of my friends would find me a wimp?

She holds me by the tip of my cock. I'd rather be a well fucked wimp than a frustrated stud. The past twenty years proved that I miss the equipment necessary to be a stud. I found the words to speak my mind:

"She forbids me to ask her."

"Don't worry, she will offer on her own. Moments will pop, in which only your assent misses, and if you skip one another will occur. The decision comes from you. Creating the situation belongs to her. I will not prod you to speak and she will not speak for herself. Her body will indicate her preference by obscene attitude. You noticed it already! I do have some bad news for you. I'm relatively jealous and the day when she is mine I'd rather you refrain from taking her. I haven't told her but I expect you to accommodate my preferences."

Another blow to my life came from his mouth. He'd rather that I refrain taking my wife on his days. In the past with her it took me a long time to be comfortable with the fact that I went down on her much more often than the contrary, another of such thing. Let's check the rest of the time for any extra caveat.

"She let me in when she wants anyway. I hope that no other constraints exist the other days."

"That describes the exact situation. You will get your fun at her whims. The destiny put me in the commanding position. Learn to reap the subservient position rewards. Trust her attraction to you in that place. Stop fighting for being her alpha male. Let the place for me. A complete new love for you will develop when you accept my position in her life. Your comfort in a lower position will thrill her in the long term. She needs a little bit of alpha male and a lot of a gracious male. Do you mind the smell and taste of her sex?"

"Don't torture me. You know I suck her without reserve and she blows me only when swept by a burst of her love. I may adjust to my inability to be the best male in her world but the personal pain of this humiliation will never vanish. The way you count, you give her what she craves and I get my slice, better to suck on a hot cunt than to hump one's hand alone. I understand it but I feel diminished. You don't know the depressing consequence of a permanent itch on your dick."

"It steams from your vision of the world. In the long run the deep emotional bind in a well managed D/S relationship will appear and cover this humiliation for lack of a better choice interpretation. She has the guts to get both of you there."

With that he rang the bell. In a blink she appeared to stand on hand. Her elaborated pose shouted: Your whim is my command. I gorged myself of her body while my cock grew again to an interesting point. Her subtle moves allow for a pleasant occasion to enjoy her beauty. The image of her swollen hairless pussy, its glistening pearl in the middle, remained on my cornea associated to the intensity of her search for his approval.

"I'm ready for dinner except for your figure."

A blush flared again on her face. Obviously uncomfortable, from his rebuttal, she asked:

"Sir how is that?"

"You would not think of serving dinner with your dress on?"

"Certainly not Sir."

A strange expression masks my wife emotions while she elegantly unzipped the offending dress. The garment slides leisurely along her white skin until she stepped out of it. Turning around to fold it neatly on a chair, she provided an appealing backside view. Her thongs strap hides in the deep crack separating her luscious moguls.

I had never been treated to her appetizing roundness moving around about mundane tasks. Her trajectory reached a stop, where it all started, except for the missing dress.

The almost imperceptible movement of her curves, enhanced by a pale green corset supporting her bosom from under, creates an aura of sex appeal, which makes me doubt that the same woman had shared my life for the previous twenty years.

"Will that do Sir?"

Her hands, above her head, capture the light into a halo around her hair and exaggerate the fullness of her paraded breast dotted by the attractive tits, which had inhabited my desire for our years of cohabitation. My wife, posing impatient to surrender her treasure, aggravated the predicament of my throbbing cock, now bigger than ever, stuck in the small space of my slip.

The secondary benefit of James pajama style pan, leaving a lot of space to the long hard volume poking between his legs, became evident. His comfortable hard on spells our respective role. James savored the illustration with interest:

"Your are a knockout, honey, far beyond expectation."

"Thank you, Sir" answered my wife slowly turning around, like on clue, while swinging suggestively her hips and shoulders like a belly dancer. Her delightful breast, oscillating gently while supported by the frilly cups of her corset, competed for my attention with the thin arc of gauze rotating to the rhythm of the music between her legs.

Her hips, revolving around a multiplicity of axes, yielded regular glimpse of the small thread losing itself in the depth of her creamy posterior. The panty shape, lying on top of her airless mound without any elastic to snap the fabric on the junction with he thigh, let one feel the underlying labia.

The inebriating movement of her curvaceous flesh stopped. Her gaze, centered on James powerfully erect cock, contemplated his lust with satisfaction. In his position I would have tore away her sex cover to plunge my shaking rod into the delicious cavern it barely protected. He merely said:

"Pour us some wine Beauty and let's eat."

The corkscrew in her hand, she tackled the bottle. Her nudity transformed this mundane act in an intensely erotic display. The cork popping reverberated in a wrinkle on her belly. Stooping to grab James glass toted her erected tits at a small distance of his chest.

Responding to her silent invitation, he palmed the voluptuous surface, long after the glass was fit for the ritual of tasting the red liquid, eliciting an expression of bliss on her face and sending a burst of despair in my stomach. I was excluded, only a voyeur in their relationship, but the guy captured my desire. Immersed in my powerlessness, any jealousy forgotten, I accepted the sexuality of the moment.

My itch for her, irradiating my cock, will stay at least until tomorrow and I was dying for the moment when she will let my own palm taste the warmth of her supple outline topped by the hard brown dot. Still the enchantment of discovering a sex goddess, in the woman that shared the previous twenty years of my life, dwarfed the tantalizing frustration. The straits recalled my only power of the evening. Pictures of her mouth engaged on his large and erected penis flooded my thought when he broke the spell:

"Don't forget your husband glass, honey and I'm hungry for food as well."

Her carriage, to fill my glass, did not encourage any kinky action from my part. Did she know that James had restricted me to watch and she choose to spare me or was she nipping in the bud any unwanted advance? The precautions, to preserve some modesty in her dealing with my glass, contrasted vividly with her body language while filling James glass, although at this point nothing could hide the growing blot near the place where the glorious panties turned into a thread.

As hard as she worked to avoid sprinkling direct arousal on me, her enliven nudity fed the exalting rigidity of my organ. Her departure toward the kitchen revealed the full splendor of her backside in movement. James said:

"Your presence boosts her into an higher degree of arousal. I treasured, on previous occasion, the most salient part of her anatomy while she enjoyed her eve costume but here she scintillates in her sluttish behavior. You are a lucky fellow."

"She does it for you. The switch in her posture, when she serves you versus when she helps me, confounds me. I do not remember her stripping for me, much less moving around with so much skin out and I thank you for the display."

"I have great hope for you both. I expect her to initiate you to the thrills of submissiveness that she discovers for herself and you will enjoy it as much as she does. Give me the dominant position. Accept your place at her feet and you will both reach a new level in your bodies capabilities."

My wife, back into the room with a bowl full of soup and two plates in her hands, which effort of carrying in front of her gave to the muscle of her torso a captivating shape, heard the last part of his speeches.

She blinked to me. I was indebted to James for the evening and she had heard his remark about our future sex life. Suddenly the humiliated part in me lost its negative connotation.

Being the sex slave of my wife had been indeed my secret phantasm for a long time. The bulk of me wanted to repay this debt. Red faced I answered as much for James than my wife:

"Sir, I will try my best."

The silence, broken only by the potage moving from the bowl into the plates, presided over the operations necessary to serve the food. She grabbed his plate with great care resting it in a harmonious position for him to eat.

The slowness of her movement in doing the operation allows to hover her, still covered, pussy under his head. His nose came to rest on the fabric and he took a deep whiff while his hand, seizing the string meandering in the depth of the gash separating her posterior orbs, forced the stuff inside her front cleft discovering puffy white labia’s on each side of the fabric.

Abandoned to his concurring actions, she froze except for an almost imperceptible movement of her crotch against his nose. We were both under his spell. I could imagine her eyes on his majestuous cock craving for a more intimate contact. The unexpected thought of my own mouth pleasuring it sent a thrill in my body. James talked:

"Curly bush what do you think about your panties?"

"I don't really need them anymore."

"Not yet, I like the look of your crotch now. You will remove them as a main course attraction."

"Yes, Sir."

My wife massages James shoulders while we eat the soup. The taste of it, enhanced by the fluid curves of the top her body working to soothe him, enthralls me.

"Sweetie would you free my cock from its cage?"

Coming from behind him she hypnotizes me with the fabric of her panties mixed into the white of her delicate labia. She deliberately undid the button of his loose fly to free his powerful cock. Her distressed look toward me implored the permission to suck on him. I loved my small power. I did not move.

Her devotion turned to his feet, which she licked with great attention. Her eyes, fixed on his large and powerfully erected cock, lure me under the spell of his organ, towering in the middle of his legs, quite wide without being too long.

That thing, loaded with vigor and confidence, which closely represented its attitude, could obviously propel my wife to new height. My body shakes violently. Soon the terrible image of her leg junction violated by a foreign cock will become reality, now I was ready. Suddenly uncorked, my submissive side suffuses me with the craving of sucking on it.

The realization of my own attraction to its permanent presence between my wife and me compels me to give it a proper treatment. Curiosity took full control of my attitude. The smooth dome, pushing under the foreskin topped a balanced rod beating rhythmically from the blood running in it. Yes I must respect the thing at least as much as she does.

This meat visit in her will clear new paths. Suddenly, my little power, deciding the moment for the impressive flesh to plow her interiors, which I imagined moist and expanded, gives me joy. From time to time a mouthful of the soup find it's way to my dried lips bringing a great relief.

Her position, kneeling at his feet, while not leaving any doubt about her intention for his instrument, offered the fullness of her butt to my sight. She keep her bottom close enough to hide from my view the depth of her cleft but the pose do not leave such an option for the space between her ass cheek.

To my great surprise, I shared her desire for his malehood. How would the thing taste? Would I know how to move my tongue and keep my teeth away from his tender skin? Will I be able to take it all in without gagging? Would he moan sweetly under my caress? Afraid to communicate verbally my intention, I kept a wet puppy gaze on his cock hoping for a response to my silent plea, my will bent on the moment where his towering organ will rest between my lips.

No strength in me allowed asking him for the privilege while she cared for his feet obviously waiting for my invitation to perform the fellatio. Her lips, sucking his toes, mimicked accomplished move of a tongue on a deserving manhood. I did not give the go ahead.

The soup gone from our plate we stopped eating. She took great care to protect the core of her feminity from my eyes while standing up. The bulge of her muscle in her lower back still induced a series of spasm in my sexual organ.

James accepted an extra portion providing another occasion to gorge me on the perfection of her shoulder to breast curves in motion while she poured the soup. Impatient for her to leave for the kitchen, so I could clue James on my extravagant whish, I passed over a second serving.

Eating, chatting and bathing in our grueling attraction James appreciated his soup until the last spoonful. With style, my wife loaded the plates and the soup into her arms, treating us again to her magnificent camber on her way to the kitchen. As soon as she was out of earshot I jumped in with my eyes avidly fixed on his wide rod:

"James I'm having shocking thoughts."

"What is that my friend?"

"Your cock, the first erected cock I ever saw, produce strange impulsions in me."

"What do you envisage for it?"

"I could not tell her to suck it. I'm attracted to taste it myself."

"I would love you to."

The conversation, ending there, left my heart pounding, in my chest, in anticipation of my first taste of cock. Carrying an appetizing rack of lamb in her hands, under her undulating breast, my wife recaptures our attention. The panties fabric still receded in the expansion of the median slit where James left it. The cutting of the meat, a great show, provided us with a plateful to keep us busy while she cast off all the accessories under her waist.

Serving us wine and bread, in her lacy nudity, kept her busy and attractive all along. The delicious food, enhanced by diverse angles on her swelling and tilts, enticed my cock to stayed permanently rock hard inundated by a satisfying flow of blood. James's throbbed with irresistible grace.

She knelt patiently at his feet while we finished. Her head reposes centimeter from his crotch. He caresses her hair and cheeks, moving occasionally along her neck to her breast. I gorged my eyes on her splendid body and James imposing organ. My wife and me set our gaze on the main attraction of the evening.

Time's ticks rarefied. She was waiting for my permission to suck him and I was waiting for his suggestion to let me suck him. Relax, sipping his wine and mellowed by the attention, he was watching our tension. Suddenly he triggered my move.

"Maxime would you like to suck my cock?"

The loving surprise on my wife face, when I joined her at his feet, warmed my heart. Sticking my tongue out of my mouth I glide it on the length of his pole. The pleasing taste and the vibrant contact reinforced my determination. I experimented various ways to use my tongue on the newfound object of my awe. All along he produced recommendation on how to handle his sensitive instrument.

Accustomed to his shaft I widely open my lips to get him inside hoping to take him all the way back into my throat as I had so often whish my wife would do to me. The deed proved itself more difficult than I expected. A significant portion of his penis still protruded out of my mouth when an unbearable tension on my jaw stopped my advance. My lips, covering my teeth, closed on his skin I moved up and down the small area I could comfortably take in. My tongue found some reactive area and we settled down in a routine very comforting for both of us. I could feel his well being. I could keep it for myself. I controlled her turn.

The sensation in his groin communicated to my own by way of a mysterious path. The delighting tension on my own cock, when he started pushing himself deeper, allow my jaw to relax a little bit to access a new area of its skin but the push endure and I could not get more of it just now. My little power evaporated in front of his hungry cock. He was the boss. Reluctantly I let him out of my mouth and turned to my wife. We exchanged a deep complicity glance while I was going to his feet and offered her my place.

"Honey would you like a turn?"

"I'd love too."

He interrupted our languid exchange.

"Tell her clearly."

"Honey would you honor Sir James cock in your mouth?"

"I have been expecting it for a long time."

Her experience, although too limited for my taste, multiplied by her newfound eagerness, allowed her to take in much more of him than I could, on her first try. His body responded with magnificence. His plateau, already above the intensity of my orgasm, did not seen in danger of saturation.

The expression of deep love on my wife face, her lips surrounding his cock, turned me inside out. The strange shape of her cheeks, punctuated by small movement, let me envision the work of her tongue on his shaft. Her mouth penetrated stirred a painful jealousy in my loins but it dwelled on me than I had searched this kind of scene for a long time. The scene materializes another aspect of my request for a dominating wife. He made it happen. The emotional taint of my actual predicament corresponded to my phantasm expectations. The happening of something I dreaded but in retrospect had asked for. The vivid throbbing of my cock confirmed the perverted operations of my mind. A look at her contorted face, giving him pleasure with fascination, elicited another rush of the intense, complex and convoluted emotion. The hurt in my balls compressed by the slip cool down the flow of adrenaline. I did not dare remove my pans to free my organ without his permission. I decided to ask. The sweat came out profusely after the decision. A successful search for his look encouraged my expression:

"Sir may I remove my pans. My balls hurt."

"Go for it my boy."

I stood to free my aching cock. It was good to have it outside even if with its pathetic twitches provoked by the sight of his glorious organs pinned deep into my wife mouth. His toes became my access to his pleasure; via them the throat of my wife rubbing on my own dome became almost real. Soon I will be able to give his cock the same treatment my wife already gave. His instrument, stretching her mouth, made me impatient. Soon she will come out for air and I moved closer to the center of the evening. Seeing me coming, she, sweetly, let go of him to let me swamp his stick. I got much deeper that time and the active engagement of my palate and tongue induced a strong reaction. My wife lips pushed mine away and I stole her a kiss in the contact. She did not loose a second to bring him back in the depth. His hiccupping pelvis, the external sign of the internal smooth movement of his dome pushing against the velvety, I imagined, surface of her throat, drove him toward another plateau above the precedent.

"Suck my balls, husband."

Under his recommendations my mouth found its way to his balls and my gentle suck help our charge, moaning and shaking, to surround our group in a sphere of sexual delight new to us. When she came out for air, our tongues, playing together on his skin furtively, touched each other in companionship, confirming his insight about her feeling. Her heart did not fill with despise. An acceptable spot for my meekness existed. Letting him be the dominant male creates synergetic opportunities. Keeping in check my flinty cock took some toll but the overall atmosphere was worth the wait. I apprehended their reactions if I started humping the air. James broke the spell:

"Beauty will you bring us the dessert now?"

"Immediately, Sir."

In the process of standing my wife and I came face to face. Her hairless lower lips like blossoming petals had fully open. The exposed rosy space around her enlarged clitoris emerging from its hood, divulge the most extreme arousal while my erected cock shake, harmless, inches away from her engorged sheath. The pain burns upon the coincidental closeness of our swollen sexual organs. Her arousal targets him. The realization that I crave for this very pain, ping my consciousness. My cock could never satisfy her completely. Would he let me plunge into her, twenty push later, the sperm flowing from my tips will terminate the enthralling emotions running thought my blood. We were both, face to face, dying for some direct attention to our genitals. Her turn will come sooner. I will wait longer to relieve my aching cock. Still she put away her personal need to properly gather the plates and the remnant of the dinner before bringing a chocolate mousse in high glasses for dessert. Each of us had his own spoon in hand when James talks:

"Sweetie, strip for me, please."

"Sir, I will be delighted."

The lascivious removal of her corset, although not discovering any new important part of her anatomy, centered the desire back on her body. His gave her the finger. I almost reacted to protect her from the insult. Her reaction completely surprised me. The red intensified on her already flushed cheek.

"Sir, could you find a less humiliating way to enjoy me?"

"It will be perfect my dear. Don't worry."

"Sir, Unfortunately there is nothing I can deny you."

"That is the good girl I like."

She laid her head, on the arm of the chair, holding her flat back slightly slanted toward the floor. The curve of her shoulders prolonged by her arm and attached, on the other side, to her breast jutting down, highlighted the pale green of the couch against their white smooth color. She widely spread her legs to flaunt the fullness of her hairless slit. Visible from behind, at the top of the cleft, a swelling clit irradiated the need for contact, while close to the beginning of the crack separating her luscious bottom, the entrance to her main pleasure hole obscenely ajar testified the intensity of her craving. The crude prelude did not diminish my shame with her weak protest before accepting such a degradation but worst was coming. Her face, wearing an inviting expression, turned toward him. The camber in her back accentuated till the small patch of hair left above her slit entered our vision field. Her hips reached the uttermost level allowed by her flexibility. Then her lower back slow upward return hide the depth of her cleft till maximum convexity where her close butt concealed completely the core line. The shape of her soft muscle still displayed a set of curves that before today I could only dream off, much less from my own wife.

"Very nice sweetie, you are outrageous. Your husband cock twitch and mine get hungrier by the minute."

James comments lead to a repetition of the cycle. I was flabbergasted. Her iridescent call for James manhood overcame any residual hesitation. My wife wetness tended to remain for longer than a day. Tomorrow some cream, left in the advertised hole, will allow my satisfaction. Numerous cycle of her dance enhanced the chocolate mousse. After my wife lewd initiative, even by tonight standard, triggering the penetration was a breeze.

"James, Would you like to taste my wife pussy?"

"Will you guide me inside her?"

"I hoped you would ask Sir."

Behind my wife back, idled in the cambered position, James wide cock dandle inches from its well defined target. I lead it toward a contact against her sparkling entrance. Her extreme arousal, pushing outside her internal mucous membrane, renders my help physically unnecessary to guide him inside. The dome disappears slowly into my wife frontier leaving a crater around his mast. A strong, long shiver stem from her stretched body:

"Aaaaaaah.."

James hips rotating movement swivel his dome against her membrane.

"How does it feel sweetie?"

"Ooooh, yeeeeesss Sir, so fulfilling, your dick, ahhhhh, I love it. Such a delight. Ohhhhh."

"Find your sweet spot beauty, use my dick to explore your insides reactions. Yeeees, search the wonderful places in your cunt. Oooooh sweetie, I love you. I hope you appreciate the benefits of the position. Electricity buzzes around my meat. Keep searching for my skin Honey, I will put some in and out motion to help. Be gentle we have plenty of time."

"Take me. Tell me what to do. I'm yours. Your girth stretches me to new areas. Aaaaaaah... There, it makes me crazy."

"Rub it. Abuse it. Your waves come to me. Ooooh, nice twist honey. Keep rubbing don't stop your cunt. Aaaah...."

"Please, sir, come deep toward the call of my belly. Yeeeessss. You are everywhere. I'm so full, stretched and full. Aaaaaahhhhhhhh. Mooooorrrreeeeeee. I'm ready for you. Cum in me, please."

"Relax my love. Don't come sweaty and contracted. Let's take a breath. Don't move. Heed my flesh buried deep into you. Concentrate on it. Touch it with your secret muscles. Take it all along. Let it diffuse everywhere. Let me get it all the way in and we can rest for a while."

"Aaaah.. Owwwwww... Fuck me hard. Please, Sir James, fuck me."

"Easy sweetie. I will give it to you later. Maxime your wife cunt is liquid fire!"

James fingers explored her well oiled back hole.

"Your cock brings me more than I ever dream. Please, Sir James, fuck me without any extra."

"Cool down beauty, all will be fine. Listen to the abundance filling you. Let me enjoy the caress of your insides. Trust me to guide you in a nice valley after the mountain. How do you like the attention on your back sweetie?"

She vehemently moved her hips in her search for his cock deep inside her.

"Yes, in your position a move is worth a thousand of them. Ohhhh Yes, buck back like that, the heat reaches deep down where my dome is resting. You were unaware of this sensitive circle sweet cake."

"Oooooh, Yes do me as you whish."

"

I moved to her front. Her face immediately fascinated me.

"Husband go where you wife can see your dick. She must know your reaction. Keep your eyes on your wife face."

Meekly, I obey his request. My throbbing dick entered her vision field and she made a face at it. Her expression mesmerized me.

"Sweetie clamp on my dick when it goes out and open wide on its way in. Can you try that?"

"I'd love to. Awww..."

"Yes deter it from going out and make space on its way in. Yeeeess, what a nice touch deep there. Oooooh beauty, delight me again with twist of your hips."

"Oooooh Fuck me Sir, please continue, I love your cock. Never did I dream such big and tender instrument! Aaaaaaah"

She was screeching, interrupted animal noises from the back of her throat. Her muscles jerked in sequence from her shoulders to her calves.

"Don't worry sweet ass. We are not even half way through yet. There is plenty more of it to come. Yes give yourself to me, open the depth of your walls my slave."

"Ooooohhh, Sir, Plow me. I'm all yours."

"Give yourself to me. Uncork your vessels. Call my virility with your cunt. Close yourself on my exiting dick. All your strength will slow its outward slide. Eyeless, baby, what a delicious way out. Tell me when you are ripe for the slide in."

"Please continue harder. Faster, Sir, fuck me faster."

"Honey, your cunt tells. Open it wide when you choose. The wider you get the faster it will go back in. Pick your beat, pussy. Yeeees, you got the point. Waaaawww."

A high pitch on his way in, punctuated by the flop of her butt hitting his belly, and a longer lower pitch on his way out extending the hairless labia to create a concave bum while she clings to him. Her lower body, covered with sweat, tense up to a frightening display. Her legs shake vigorously. Freeing one hand from her hips he alternate slap and caress on her rosy bottom.

"Siiiiirrrrr, I'm going crazy. I must come now."

"Move that hand away right now, silly girl."

James powerful spanks on her bottom left the red marks of his finger on her white skin.

"Aiiie, it hurt."

"Slaves accept spanking, don't you remember."

"Sorry Sir I did not mean to offend you."

James exit from her box his glowing cock, which looks much bigger than before the pumping. Her look of awe for it hurt my feeling.

"My new slave you earned your first punishment."

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You touched yourself while I fucked you."

"You never told me I should not."

"Don't make it worst my pet. Starting tonight you are my slave, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You will accept your punishment. You did upset me. I could have ignored it. I did not. This is my choice."

"Sorry, Sir."

"Come, wrap yourself around my knee."

Resigned to the inevitable, she wrapped herself above Sir James thigh, her breast grazing his legs. Her offered round mound, contracted by the expectation of the offending treatment, pumps blood in his cock. His expert contact flattered her folds and curves. He loved the small contraction of her thigh under his touch and the slow opening of her crease. Bottling that smell would put Viagra out of business. He holds the full of her sex in his hand. Her frenzied breath tells the same story then her flooded pussy.

"Are you ready my pet."

She remembered her recommendation.

"Thank you for helping me pleases you."

"Very appropriate, my dear. Thank you for offering your butt, nothing will be the same between us after tonight, the memory that I can call you here anytime will tainted it."

"You will count them and thank me for each."

"Yes, Sir, I will."

"Relax your bottom, my pet. I cannot spank such a hard surface. They may not have told you but if you offer it I may be lenient."

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"I may give you five instead of ten if you give it all. Spanking tender flesh beats pounding a knot of muscle, which makes your firm ass a liability in your position, my pet."

He massaged her bottom to desired consistency. His hand raises and falls with all his might on her left buttock, leaving the clear red mark of his finger on her right cheeks. She screamed in response. Her body agitated with tension and water came to her eyes. The burning sensation on her bottom did not let her in peace. He let her delightful squirming reach its full course. She forgot the count.

"My pet, I will forgive you only this first time, the next time you forget the count it will not count."

She hurried to pronounce.

"One, thank you Sir."

"Maxime, stop leering at her slit, I own it tonight. Show her your cock. It tells your interest. Watch her face."

Red faced as well, Maxime moved in a place where she could see his rock hard cock. His wife being punished turned him on! She will make him pay for that. Her position did not let him catch her gaze.

The hand moved again high above her bottom and fall down on her. The smack of the contact resonated in the room. She whined more than said

"Two, thank you Sir."

James went back to flatter her bottom until she was relax again. The girl had accepted her punishment and let her bottom's muscle reach an appropriate consistency. Any incursions in the depth of her crack were received with abandon. He loved her abandon to his ministration of pleasure and pain. His hand rose again to hit.

"Three thank you Sir."

All her body contracted in the aftermath of the blow. Her pathetic sniffing mollified his mood. She did not hold anything; five will be enough to load her with a salutary fear for his wish. The liveliness of her bottom under his touch transferred to his cock. He felt in her body tensions the ending of her tears. She was his slave for good. His hand rose again.

"Four, Thank you Sir."

He did not let her recover before hitting again. Rose with touches of angry red dominated her bottom colors. He could feel her outrage when she said:

"Five, Thank you Sir."

"You will not argue with my decisions to punish you."

"Certainly not, Sir."

"Maxime will you place a cushion from the armchair on the floor. Very good, kneel on it pussy. Arms on your head open your mouth and let your tongue hang outside."

His towering cock approached her open mouth.

"I will fuck my slave mouth for a change."

"Please Sir, be gentle."

"Everything will be fine, Honey."

Holding her head with two hands he pushed himself into his prize.

"Relax your jaw, beauty, keep your tongue on my dick. Leave the pumping to me."

His hips advanced firmly until her mouth adjusted to the full length of his cock. Deep into her his rotating pelvis pushed his dome against her throat for a while. Then he pulled half of his cock out of her mouth to ram it back in suddenly. She gasped. The operation repeated for some time.

He furiously fucked her mouth. Dominated by his stature, she let him have his way without hiding her dislike of the event. His obvious pleasure, evidenced by his grunts and moan, stay within him at the opposite of the touching sharing from the previous fellatio. Her gaze pleaded with him to stop and with me to do something to end the rape of her mouth.

"I can fuck your mouth or your pussy. I can spank you. Your husband cannot do anything about it. You cannot do anything about it. You will like some of our relation and you will dislike some. Bottom line, if you don't give your mouth to my fucking, I will spank your butt again. Open yourself for it. Your tongue tickling my cock tells that you are trying your best even if you don't like it."

I could not really check her compliance. Unfortunately the series of abuse did not abate the throbbing of my dick and she could see it. She never let me move freely inside her mouth. He was ramming powerfully into her.

"Good girl. Slither that tongue around it. Woooooo.. Thank yyyoooouuu."

He pops himself out. His dick dangle in front of her mouth, meekly open. Dominated she stick her tongue, ready for a second helping.

"Good girl. Ask for another round of it. Could you feel how much I enjoyed it?"

"Yes Sir. I almost choked. You are welcome back if you whish but my vagina longs for your cock."

"Don't be impatient. You are mine now to do as I choose."

His dick dangled centimeter away from her mouth. His severe expression clamored his dissatisfaction with her answer. She relented.

"Will you please fuck my mouth Sir?"

"Sure sweetie."

Her tongue held out of her open lips for him. Clutching her head again, he renews his active in and out move in the depth of her mouth until her humility satisfied him. Finally he pops out.

"Let's find a bed, honey. I want to fuck you on top."

"Follow me Sir."

"Come along Maxime, the best part of the show will unfold."

I followed them to our bedroom. My wife removed the cover of the bed before lying on her back. Her legs, widely spread, obscenely exposed her blossoming flower. He stayed there, silent, watching the subtle shift of her feminity, calling for him. She spoke:

"Please Sir, fuck me. Abuse me. You are a wild dream come true."

He climbs on the bed to mount her. Grabbing her legs in his hands to bend them against her body uplift her pussy toward his cock, which slithered slowly inside her. Her frantic moans gave me the shimmy.

"Siiiiir the magic of your dick!"

"Give me the beat, pussy. Open your cunt when I go in and clench my cock on my way out. Remember the exercise?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Whoooo, your walls touches like liquid fire."

"Yeeesssss, Sir, fuck me, take me. I will come soon. May I please come for you?"

"Oooooohhhh your sweet sheath carry me away, beauty. Yes keep pumping. Let me squeeze your feminity to the last drop. Hold it just a little bit longer before you let it go. Aaaaaaa. Give me the beat from that velvet at your bottom."

The regular smashing of his pelvis against the junction of her legs, heavy noise of lovemaking flesh metered the coupling. The bed squeaked with the end of his thrust. Sweating, gasping, furiously moaning and jerking, my wife suspended on the verge of her orgasm, implores him. Her sweet breasts bounce around wildly.

"Sir, please noooowww, leeeet meeeeeeee."

"Go for it, pussy. I'm ready too."

A spasm in her feet moves up on her body signaling the onset of her orgasm. Her shoulder stiffens while she screams louder and louder.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, I'm cumming. Ooooooohhh Yes it still going so strong."

"Fill my cock pussy cat."

"Oooooh. Your cock in me! Pump, mooooooooooooore, Siiiiiiiiiir, pleaaaaaaaaaase."

A gush of liquid surged from her wetting the bed. Her series of high pitched scream, interrupted by ragged breath, extended for a long time while her hips rubbed vigorously against his pelvis.

He stays on her for a while. My cock aching, I kept rewinding her expression during the fuck. So much joy and beauty had coursed her face. How could I have deprived her of such bliss for so long? Will the new arrangement allow us to reach stability?

I made myself as little as possible. I did not wanted to disturb them in any way because of my presence. Finally he stirred and rolls on her other side. She sat and cleaned her juice from his cock. He smiles serenely during the operation.

"Husband you will change the bed while I shower. It is time to sleep now. You will bring breakfast at nine. Do not touch yourself or play with your cock in any way."

I sleep in the guest room a very agitated night. The vision of her face in the throes of orgasm mixed with those of her naked body. His utmost domination of our couple let me breathless with a flinty cock. I'd wake up with my hand on my cock and took them away in fear than he would know. His presence in my bed with my wife did not exasperate any jealousy. I did not belong to his class.

Somehow I did not imagine him fucking her at this point. I was lonely and missed her warmth. I was perplexed by my arousal but not jealous. How could such a beauty appear on her face? The day came as a relief to me. I got up and busy myself with various household tasks. At nine I brought them coffee and fresh croissant. They were both still asleep. He ate and dressed.

He took out a strange implement. This is a cock restraint. You will put it on. I will be sure that you can have her until tomorrow morning. In my experience she may need sex today. I have no problem with you making her come, just keep your cock away from her. Tomorrow she will do her wish. He helped me set up the contraption and locked it up. He gave my wife the key and was gone. I turned around toward my wife and she flew into my arm, profusely thanking me for letting her know such bliss. She kept holding me into her close embrace.