But that's exactly why she probably will: she'll allow it to happen because she chooses it to happen. That's where people misunderstand: they equate submission with weakness. Wrong. Submission is strength - the strength to say 'yes, I'll allow that.' Most people can't do it: in particular, most dominant people can't do it - they don't have the courage to put themselves in someone else's hands.

They don't have the courage to submit.

I thought of Bob as Dave's cum splashed down my throat. I had thought I understood him fully, but as Dave's cock began to subside in my mouth I began to learn something new about my husband. I had just been used, with no thought for my own pleasure or needs. I was used. In just the way that I use Bob. Well no, there is a difference. I do think of Bob's pleasure, and I know he likes what we do. When I am with a man, it is as much for Bob's pleasure as mine.

But I don't think I understood, until now, the courage it takes Bob to permit it. I hadn't realized it was so hard to put yourself in a position where you have no control. And neither did I appreciate how sexy it could be.

Angie pulled at me roughly, dragging me away from the comfort of Dave's cock. I turned to face her and was hit by a huge wave of embarrassment as our eyes met. What had she just done to me? What had I allowed her to do to me? I could never see her in the same light again.

"On the floor," she commanded.

"Yes, Honorable Angie." Somehow, even the ridiculous title didn't seem so stupid any more.

"On your back." I stretched on the floor and looked up at her. She towered above me, the angle making her seem like a giant inspecting its property. My heart fluttered with anticipation. She reached under her skirt and felt for her panties. I watched as she pulled them down and slipped them over her shoes. With a smile, she suspended them above my face and dropped them, letting them land on my face. They were cornflower blue, and still warm. I could smell her. Oh God, I could smell her. Without thinking, I stretched out my tongue and licked, disappointed that the crotch hadn't landed on my mouth. She laughed and kicked them away from me, and I felt an inexplicable surge of disappointment.

She stood astride me and I stared into the blackness of her skirt. I knew what was up there, but couldn't see. I wasn't worthy of seeing, only servicing. She bent her knees and lowered herself towards me. I closed my eyes, waiting. Her knees settled beside my ears and I was enveloped in the hot darkness of her skirt. I could smell her near me and waited for the moment. Slowly she descended onto my face, her bush tickling my nose and then the first gentle brush of her lips against mine. And then she pressed down, fixing herself to me. And harder. And harder. Finally, she was rested firmly on my face, thighs gripped to my cheeks, cunt hard against my mouth.

I pressed my tongue forward and began to probe, sliding it along her lips. They were already moist, and my touch seemed to enliven them. I felt them puff and swell and my tongue slid easily inside, licking deeper and deeper and flicking from end to end. It was incredibly hot and I could scarcely breath. She was sitting on me heavily and I was unable to move. Gradually, she adjusted her position, forcing my attention on different places. Sometimes she made me press my tongue deep inside her. Then she would slide back and press her clitoris against me. And then she would move forward, pulling her ass cheeks so that I was smothered by them, my tongue plastered against her asshole. She was in complete control and I was helpless in the darkness of her skirt, able only to respond to her demands. I was becoming light headed and disorientated. I had no idea how long I licked her for. It seemed a very long time, and I suspect it was close to half an hour. My tongue began to ache, my neck was stiff, the heat was becoming intolerable. And still she sat on me. It was exhausting, painful and wonderful.

Finally she moved and I thought I was going to have some respite. But no, all she did was turn round and then she settled herself on me once more, even harder. I stretched my tongue towards her but couldn't reach her pussy, and she seemed to be making no effort to allow me. She just sat there. Finally, it dawned on me: she wasn't using me for sex any longer, she was simply using me as a chair. I got the message and lay quietly beneath her, my nose covered by her ass, only the smallest part of my mouth free to draw in air.

I felt something on my pussy. A hand was pressed to my thigh, roughly, pulling at it. My legs were spread wide, knees raised in the air, and I knew I must look obscene, sprawled naked on the floor. Fingers probed at my cunt, parting my lips and I felt something press hard against me. I knew it must be Dave's cock, but in my disorientated state I was too confused to think straight. He pushed against me and I felt his cock slide between my lips. It hurt and I tried to yell, to move away, but I was held fast by the weight of Angie's body. I was at their mercy. He pressed hard and with one vicious push rammed himself deep inside me. Once he was in place the pain subsided, but immediately he began to piston hard against me, fucking me roughly. His balls slapped against my ass with increasing force and his strokes were long, driving into me with greater and greater speed and intensity. It was stunning. It was all so sudden and so violent, and my body reacted with equal violence.

My stomach felt like it was on fire, pulses of flame erupting from it through my entire body. Even my fingers and toes felt like they were being scorched. Great ripples of excitement began to whirl in my abdomen, growing and stretching, sliding across my senses. I may even have passed out, momentarily. I had lost track of reality. Blinded, cocooned, smothered by Angie, feeling the rough edge of Dave's sexuality, I allowed myself to be used.

And in being used I came. God, I came. Explosions careered through my body. I had no idea who I was, where I was, why I was. I felt Dave's movements quicken, his strokes shorten. I felt his cock rasping against my flesh, flashing in and out faster and faster. His breath was on my stomach, my breasts. I lay, pinioned by Angie, my face smothered by her delicious ass, and allowed him to use me. He yelled as he came, and I felt his come explode inside me.

Yes indeed, I think Deb will have the courage to go through with it. I think she will show Dave and Angie how it's done. I hope you can see my point: that only the brave can submit.

And it's exactly the same with me. People don't understand cuckolds. They can't see why anyone should permit such a thing to happen. 'You mean you let your wife do that? How can you? What? You even watch? That's sick, bud.'

Those poor people; poor stunted minds; sad, colorless imaginations. If only they had the courage to say yes.