God, do you know how frustrating that is?

I love to share. I love sharing my wife with other people, and I love sharing her excitement and pleasure. My own pleasure derives entirely from hers. And now I have arranged the ultimate sexual fantasy for her, and I can't picture it in my mind. Frustration isn't the half of it: I can't wait till she gets home to tell me all about it.

It felt strange, really strange. At first I was offended. The notion that I was expected to serve these people was just too freaky. These were people I knew - that I'd made love to just days before, and now they were telling me I was beneath them, I was worthy only of serving them. I knew it was a game, part of my husband's birthday surprise, but even so I couldn't separate reality from fantasy.

But despite those doubts I have to admit it was very, very sexy. I crawled along the floor with their used glasses in my hand and I was aware how stupid I must have looked. I was dressed up in high heels and miniskirt and I had come looking for sex. What I found was the kitchen. I washed the glasses and readied myself. Part of me wanted to walk out - to find Bob and kick his ass - but another, more secret part of me wanted to get through there to find out what was going to happen.

And curiosity won the day. I got down to my hands and knees again and crawled back through.

"Took your time," said Angie.

"Sorry."

"Call me Honorable Madam."

"Yes - Honorable Madam." It didn't exactly roll off the tongue.

"Strip."

Strangely, I hadn't anticipated that. Nor how it would make me feel. I got to my feet unsteadily, a powerful flicker of discomfort in my chest and throat. I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off, feeling very exposed. Groping for the zipper, I unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor, stepping out of it and bending to unroll my stockings. I was happy doing that because at least I had to concentrate on what I was doing, my eyes focused on my hands rather than on their faces. That done, I stood up. Dave and Angie were laughing. Indignation washed through me but, I realized with a shock, it was a delicious feeling. I was enjoying my embarrassment.

Ignoring their laughter, I reached behind and unhooked my bra, shrugging my shoulders and letting it slide off. It, too, dropped to the pool of unneeded clothing on the floor. All I had left were my panties. My fingers fluttered over them, feeling their shape, cut high on the hip to accentuate my legs. They were bought for seduction, and clearly weren't needed today. I pulled them to my knees and lifted each leg in turn, drawing them off. And I stood, completely naked, before my Master and Mistress.

Clothing, I realized, is such a powerful symbol. Denied mine, I was immediately placed beneath Dave and Angie on the social scale. My role was clear. I was there to serve them. Thank you, Bob.

What will she be like? I can't get it out of my mind. It's going to be incredibly hard for her: far harder than she realizes: she is such a proud woman, so strong, so measured and certain in her beliefs and philosophies. When she has related her fantasies she has always described the physical action, but never the mental: and that is where she will find it hardest. That's why I find it so difficult to picture in my mind: simply, the notion of her subjugating her mind is inconceivable.

But boy, am I having fun playing with the idea?

I was made to turn round. I was made to dance. I was made to bend over, to show my ass, to spread my lips, to stick my fingers inside me. It was easiest when I couldn't see them. But when I could it was painful. They stared at me, sloppy, insolent grins on their faces, watching me demean myself in front of them. And then they asked for more. Always asked for more. 'Shove another finger up.' 'Put a finger in your ass.'

And I did it. Every task. I was proud of myself for that.

"I've got a hard-on," said Dave. "That's your fault, teasing me like that, bitch. What you gonna do about it?"

"What would you like?"

"I'd like you to show me some respect. Call me Admirable Dave."

Honorable Angie and Admirable Dave. God, and I was subservient to this 3;

"Yes, sorry, Admirable Dave."

"That's better. And now I'd like you to get those little, luscious lips around my dick."

I dropped to my knees and crawled towards him. Resting my hands on his thighs, I settled myself between his legs. I undid the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down. I could feel his cock already, long and hard. Fumbling with his boxers, I unearthed his head and it flopped free from its restraint. He raised himself from the settee and yanked at his clothing, sliding it down and releasing himself for my attention. I gripped my hand around his length and squeezed.

"Suck it, bitch, don't just stare at it."

I was beginning to understand that one of the luxuries you give up when you prostrate yourself at the feet of another person is any say in the tempo of events. No foreplay, no familiarization, just on with the action. I bent forward and slid his head into my mouth, feeling it hard and hot against my tongue and palate. He groaned as I circled his shaft with my thumb and forefinger and began to wank him. All the time I was sliding him deeper and deeper inside me, taking more and more of his length, until finally I had his entire cock - long and slender - inside my mouth. I had done the same thing the other evening, but this time it felt totally different. Then I was performing, now I was serving.

My mind was in turmoil. I was crouching on the floor, stark naked, debasing myself in front of two close friends. On instruction - not through mutual desire, but because he ordered it - I had his cock in my mouth and was wanking him. Everything about it was wrong. I should never have allowed it. But it was fantastic. I was more excited than I had ever known. It was then I realized.

I wanted them to do something else to me. Anything, it didn't matter. I just wanted them to use me.

It was like my mind had flipped. Like a new brain had been installed, like I was seeing everything from a different perspective. My pussy was throbbing with anticipation, my stomach churning. I thought I was going to be sick, I thought I wasn't going to be able to control my emotions. With delight bordering on rapture, I felt Angie's hand on my body, stroking down my back, palm flattening against my ass. And then she spanked me. Not very hard, but I was taken by surprise. I still had Dave's cock in my mouth and I relaxed my grip, not wanting to bite or do any damage. Angie hit me again, and again, each time with increasing force, while I continued to wank Dave into my mouth, his glans rested against my tongue. She never spoke, never explained why I was being punished. I didn't care. I didn't need to know. I just wanted her to do it harder.

And she did. The steady accumulation of pain became almost unbearable. She was concentrating on my right cheek, and I could feel it grow hot and tender, protesting at every blow she inflicted. Each time there was an intense, sharp pain, like I was being cut with a scalpel. It only lasted a second before generalizing into a dull ache across my whole cheek, and each time the pain got worse. For long moments the pain seemed impossible, but just when I thought I had reached breaking point it would die off, for a moment. Until the next spank. I could feel Dave getting excited in my mouth. His cock was rock hard, the helmet stretched taut and firm. Little pulses rippled through it and I tasted pre-cum. I knew he would come soon. Angie beat me harder and faster, guiding the speed of my hand on Dave's cock, making me service him quicker. And quicker. And quicker. Angie was thrashing me by now, a constant, agonizing barrage on my ass. I slid Dave's cock deep inside me and squeezed his shaft, circling my fingers around his balls, scratching the delicate skin. He groaned and grabbed my head, pulling me closer, sliding his cock deep into my throat. Deep, till he was all the way, till I was choking on him. And I felt him cum. Felt the first spurt of juice - so incredibly hot - rasping down my throat and into my stomach. And more, and more, his cock emptying itself inside me, the salty taste filling my mouth. All the time Angie continued to thrash me while Dave moaned and thrust himself forward, forcing his cock ever deeper inside me.

I had been used. For the first time.