By sub01

Daphne's Delight

David whistled as his wife came down the stairs.  Daphne was the kind of woman who could look beautiful in anything, but tonight she looked absolutely *stunning*.  She wore a long, slinky black dress, one he hadn't seen before.  It hugged her body in all the right places and aroused in David an immediate tingle of arousal.  The neckline plunged wickedly low, baring the inner slopes of her perky breasts and even a hint of her navel, and the sides of the dress were slit from the waist down.  As she came down the stairs her long legs peeked out and David saw that she wore sheer black stockings.  Oh God...

"Like it?" Daphne asked with a knowing smile.

"I *love* it!" David said.  His eyes were fixed on her feet now.  She wore sexy black peek-a-boo pumps, the kind she wore during their games when she made him kiss her feet.  The sight of them made his cock stiffen immediately.  At the bottom of the stairs she pirouetted gracefully and David saw that the dress was laced up in the rear with a series of slender black straps which crisscrossed her shapely backside and left her nearly naked from her neck to her waist.  Around her neck she wore her favorite necklace, the one David had given her for their last anniversary.  It was a delicate gold necklace with a heart shaped pendant.  It circled her neck sensuously, disappearing back under her dark shoulder length hair which she had let down tonight.  Just the way he liked it.

"You look fantastic," David admired.  "Are we going out?"

Daphne smiled.  "*I'm* going out.  You're staying right were you are..."

"Right where he was" was standing naked in the middle of the den.  Nearly naked anyway... she had at least let him keep his underwear on.  David's arms were outstretched to the sides above his head, his wrists cuffed and tied off with long black leather straps to heavy steel rings that were set into the ceiling at opposite sides of the room.  Normally the rings supported hanging potted plants, but during their games they served as perfect attachment points for restraining whichever one of them had lost their weekly decisive game.  This week it had been Monopoly, which Daphne had won at yet again.  Funny how things always seemed to go her way.

David gasped as his wife came closer and pressed up against him with a sly smile.  Her body felt so firm and sexy against him, her skin so silky, her belly so flat and taut where it pressed against his erection.  He pulled instinctively at his bonds, wanting desperately to put his arms around her.  She kissed him softly, teasing him, and David tasted the faint flavor of strawberries... tonight Daphne wore the bright red lipstick she knew he loved so much.  As they kissed she snuck her hand down and encircled his erection with her fingers through his underwear.

"Mmm, you're horny!"

"*Very* horny," David smiled.  He hadn't had an orgasm since before Monday, when she had won their game.  Since then she hadn't so much as touched him or let him touch himself, promising him a Friday evening to remember if he was a good, obedient little husband.  She had said they were going to play out one of their fantasies tonight, a thought that aroused David immensely.  The only question was... which fantasy?

"Do you really have to go out?" he asked.  "Why don't you just stay home and play with me."

Daphne smiled.  "I'd love to, but my date will be here any minute..."

Her date!?

She gave his cock a final squeeze and then pulled away, smoothing her dress.  David watched her apprehensively.  Had Daphne said her *date*!?  As in another man?  They'd talked on occasion about the possibility of inviting another person into their games at some point, but coming as a surprise like this David didn't know quite what to feel.  This wasn't what he had in mind then he had promised before the game that if she won she could do *anything* to her little heart's delight.  This wasn't what he had in mind when he had let her string him up...

Daphne laughed sweetly, as if reading his mind.  "Don't worry honey, I'll tell you all about it when I get back!"  David smiled uneasily but didn't say anything.  The thought of Daphne with another man was suddenly a lot less arousing than it had seemed when they were tossing the idea around in bed.  Now the only thing it aroused in him was a hot jealousy at the thought of a another man having her down there, between her legs where only he had ever been.

"Daphne, I--"

The doorbell cut him short.  Before he could finish his thought Daphne gave him a quick kiss on the lips and winked.  Her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

"That must be her!  Hang tight honey, I'll be back before you know it!"

Before David could protest she produced a blindfold and fastened it over his eyes, plunging his world into dark and tying it off tightly in back.  Then she was gone, her pumps clicking excitedly as she hurried into the foyer, leaving David standing taken aback.  Had Daphne said *her*!?  As in a woman!?  He listened anxiously.  He could hear Daphne open the front door, hear the muffled sound of their two voices.  Two *female* voices.  David's cock stiffened and he unconsciously pulled at his bindings.  Daphne was going out with another woman!  He listened eagerly, desperate to hear anything to satisfy his burning curiosity.  But he couldn't make out anything they said.  He no longer felt jealous.  Now he only felt aroused.  Painfully aroused.  The voices fell silent in the foyer.  What were they doing?  Oh God, could they be kissing!?  A moment later came the sound of the front door opening and closing.  They were gone, and David was alone.

*    *    *

David's Wait is Over

David stood waiting anxiously for what seemed an eternity.  His shoulders began to ache.  Daphne had left him strung up like this before, but never for so long.  And never with such a painful need.  He was still erect, even now after waiting so long.  The thought of Daphne out with another woman aroused him like no other thought ever had.  What were they doing?  Were they just going out as friends to tease him?  To a restaurant in town perhaps?  Or was it really more?  Were they really out on a *date*?  He imagined them going back to the other woman's house and shivered with excitement.  Daphne had never seemed very enthusiastic at the thought of being with another woman, but perhaps now, just to tease him...?

He was still imagining Daphne with her mystery lover, envisaging them in situation after wicked situation, when the front door opened.  He almost didn't believe it at first, it had been so long.  But there it was, the unmistakable sound of her pumps in the foyer.  She was home.  He straightened up and held his chin high, wanting to look good for her.  Perhaps if she was happy with him he would get to hear about her date.  Perhaps if she was *very* happy with him he would get to cum...

The sound of her pumps came into the den and stopped.  He imagined her standing there just inside the doorway, looking at him, enjoying the sight of him strung up and blindfolded.  He imagined her looking down at his crotch and the way her sweet lips would curl into that playfully wicked smile of hers at seeing him still erect after so long.  She would know just how powerful an effect her tease had on him.  David almost spoke, but didn't.  He wanted to desperately, to ask her how her date was, to beg her for even the briefest of descriptions.  He needed desperately to know.  But instead he played the perfect, obedient, submissive husband, waiting to speak until spoken to.  His cock throbbed.  God he needed to cum.

She came closer and circled him in his blindness, not saying a word.  He was anxious now, for a touch, for a voice, for anything.  But... nothing.  Just the sound of her pumps as she circled him.  She stopped in front of him, five feet or so away.  David knew she must be watching him, studying him.  He let his lips creep into an anxious grin.  Maybe she would kiss him.  Maybe her date hadn't satisfied all of her urges.  Maybe she was going to play with him for a while...

She moved forward until she was right in front of him.  The tips of her pumps touched his toes and David nearly jumped.  He tensed, waiting for the first touch.  When it came it was exquisite.  Her silky dress brushed against him first, sliding against his bare skin with an almost electric touch.  Then she pressed her sweet body against his, her hips and belly against his, her breasts just barely caressing his through her silky dress.  Her lips settled against his and he attacked them eagerly, kissing her with pent up, desperate passion.  Down lower her fingers encircled his erection through his underwear, squeezing him.  She began milking him slowly, rhythmically, exploring him with her touch.  She pressed tighter against him, her breasts flattening against his chest through her dress.  David groaned into her mouth.  Her breasts felt so exquisite against his chest, so large and soft, so…

…so unlike Daphne's.  He hesitated.  He must be imagining things.  It was just the effect of having been strung up and blind for so long.  Even Daphne's perky little breasts were beginning to feel like busty mounds in his mind.

She pulled back and chuckled, as if reading his mind.  "Your wife was right, you do have a nice cock..."  She squeezed his cock in emphasis and this time David did jump.  Her voice was low and husky… definitely *not* Daphne's.  Oh God…

"Who… who are you?" he asked nervously.

The woman's fingers immediately tightened on his balls, her long sharp fingernails digging in painfully.

"Ow!"

"I thought your wife had taught you better than that, David.  Don't you know better than to speak out of place?

"I--"

She dug her fingers in again, chuckling as he squirmed helplessly.  This time when her grip relaxed he kept his mouth shut.

"That's better," the woman said.  She teased his cock for a moment longer, and then without a word she pulled his underwear down.  She slipped it down his legs and past his knees and finally all the way off as he lifted his feet and stepped out of it reluctantly.  Now David stood entirely naked in front of a strange woman, his cock fully erect.  She touched the tip of his cock gently and he jumped.  Then she traced a line with her fingernails down the underside of his erection, all the way to his balls and then *past* his balls to tickle the sensitive spot between the base of his cock and his anus.  He thought for a moment that she was going to go further and touch him there as well, but then she reversed directions and teased her fingernails back up the underside of his cock.  As she scraped her fingernails over his swollen, painfully sensitive glans he shuddered.  A few more touches like that and he just might cum…

She changed tactics now, moving her fingers to explore his belly and midsection.  Her sharp fingernails felt heavenly as she trailed them over his taut skin, teasing him from his belly up to his nipples.  She circled his nipples slowly with her fingertips, teasing, playing with the light wisps of hair there.  Then lower again, this time slowly following the thin wispy line of hair that ran down the middle of his chest to his belly button.

"I like a man with a smooth chest," the woman told him.  She sounded amused.  "Perhaps I'll have Daphne shave you for me sometime…"

That thought excited David, both that Daphne might do that to him and also that he might be seeing more of this woman – whoever she was – after tonight.

Her touch was so exquisite, so devious.  Now she moved and trailed her fingertips up his sides, tracing the strong, sinewy muscles there.  Then up his arms, softly following his limbs until she could reach no higher.  She brought her fingers down and touched his face next, caressing his cheeks, running her fingers through his neatly cut hair.  She slipped a finger between his lips and he sucked at it eagerly without thinking.  She chuckled and withdrew her finger.

"Would you like to ask me a question, David?"

He nodded.  He would love to ask her a question.  A million questions, actually.

"Okay, but only one."

David hesitated.  He wanted desperately to ask who she was, but there was one other question on his mind that he wanted to know even more.

"Where's Daphne?"

The woman chuckled.  "Why, she's kneeling on the floor right in front of you, David.  I wish you could see her.  She looks sooo sexy wearing nothing but her stockings and a dog collar…"

David gasped softly at the exquisite picture.  Was his wife really kneeling there like that?  Wearing a *dog collar* and stockings?  Oh God, he wanted so badly to see…

"You should have seen her on the ride home," the woman continued.  "When we left the hotel I made her take her dress off in the car and ride home naked.  You should have seen her blush.  Poor thing, I don't think she relaxed for a second the entire way here…"

David could see it in his mind, his wife riding naked and blushing through the dark night.  He could see it vividly.  He wanted to know more about the hotel, and what had happened at the hotel, but he didn't dare ask.

The woman moved behind him now.  She repeated her examination on his backside, teasing him with her fingers in long, slow lines.  She caressed his bottom cheeks lightly, cupping them and testing their firmness.  Then up his back, running her fingers along the lines of his muscles.  He tried to stay in shape for Daphne, and she for he, and now David was glad.  Now he hoped his body pleased this woman, whoever she was.

She pressed up against his backside, her hips and pelvis against his bottom, her breasts against his back.  Her dress felt so silky and exotic against his bare skin.  He bit his lip and closed his eyes behind the blindfold as she reached around him and encircled his penis with her fingers.  With her other hand she began teasing his nipples.  As he tensed against her she pressed her lips to the back of his neck, down low near the base, and kissed him.  He arched his back slightly and groaned at the exquisite touch.

"Would you like to know my name?" she asked him softly.  David nodded.  More than anything else in the world.  "It's Erika," she told him sweetly, "but you and your wife will call me *Mistress* Erika.  Do you understand?"

David nodded.  Her fingers were doing such wonderful things with his cock and nipples.  Such wonderful, teasing things.

"Would you like to know what we're going to do this evening, David?"

Again he nodded.

"I bet you would," she chuckled.  "But I'm not going to tell you.  That would spoil the fun.  Now, I have a few questions for you."  Her fingers milked his cock slowly, teasing but not quite stimulating enough to bring him off.  "First, would you like me to stop and go home?"

David shook his head vigorously.  No!  No he would not!

Mistress Erika chuckled.  "A simple yes or no will do, David."

"No ma'am," he said softly.

"That's better.  Now that we've established your willingness, I want you to tell me something intimate about yourself."

"Like… like what?"

"Like, when was the last time you came, and how?  Be specific."

David hesitated.  Even as aroused as he was, it seemed somehow humiliating to have to reveal something so intimate to this strange woman.  "A… almost a week ago," he said softly.  "Last Saturday.  We… Daphne and I made love."

Mistress Erika's fingers tightened on his cock, drawing from him a yelp of surprised pain.  "I told you to be specific," she said with stern amusement.  "Where did you make love?"

"Upstairs!" David gasped.  "In our bed!"

"And how did you cum?  Did she suck you, or did you fuck?  Or did she maybe make you jerk off…"

"We… we fucked."  David blushed to use the word to describe what he and his wife did, but Mistress Erika's fingers were hurting him.

"Where did you cum?"

"In… inside her."

Mistress Erika chuckled.  "Cute.  *Where* inside her did you cum, David?  In her mouth, her cunt or in her ass?"

"She… she doesn't like anal sex," David said.  Mistress Erika's fingers tightened on his balls immediately, making him wince.

"Is that what I asked, David?"

"In her cunt, ma'am!  I… I came in her cunt!"  He blushed to refer to Daphne that way, but those fingers…

Apparently satisfied, Mistress Erika relaxed her grip on his penis and began stroking him again slowly.  "Why so long since you last came, David?"

"We… we played our game on Monday, ma'am.  Daphne won.  She… she hasn't let me cum since."

Mistress Erika chuckled.  "Yes, your wife mentioned your little game.  A cute diversion.  But it wasn't your wife who wouldn't let you cum, David.  It was me.  I merely conveyed my command to you through your sweet wife."

David's cock stiffened in her fingers at the thought that she had already been dominating him from afar without his knowing it.  He suddenly wondered just how much of tonight had been Daphne's idea, and how much of it Mistress Erika's.

"Your wife and I have been corresponding for some time now, David," Mistress Erika continued.  "She's told me a lot about you.  About your likes, your dislikes…"  He had been so focused on her sweet touch on his cock that he hadn't noticed her take her fingers from his nipples.  Now he felt them anew, this time between his bottom cheeks.  Her sharp fingernail teased his puckered anus and he tensed.

"Well, well," chuckled Mistress Erika, "it looks like your wife's not the only one around here who's reluctant about anal sex.  Tell me David, what's the largest thing you've ever taken back here?"

David hesitated, sure that at any moment she was going to try to slip her finger into him.  "My… my fingers, ma'am."  Daphne often used her fingers on him there, or made him use his own.

Mistress Erika's grip tightened on his cock.  "Do I need to remind you to be specific David?  How *many* fingers?"

"Two, ma'am."  One felt heavenly, two he could take without straining too much.  He'd tried three on occasion, but never successfully.  Besides, it never took more than one or two pressing up against his prostate to get him over the hump to an exquisite orgasm.

"I'm going to ask you one more question, David."  Mistress Erika began stroking his penis faster, her fingers forming a deliciously tight sheath around his thickness.  "Would you like me to make you cum now, or later?"

David had to think about it – really think about it – before answering.  He almost waited too long, her stroking was so exquisite.  "Later, ma'am!"

*    *    *

Daphne's Punishment

Mistress Erika's stroking slowed, then stopped.  She was chuckling.  "A wise choice, David.  Or was it?  Perhaps there is no later?"  She started tickling his balls now, tracing the underside of his sac with her fingernails.  "Perhaps I'm not interested in you at all.  Perhaps I've only come here to be with your wife, and teasing you was merely a pleasant distraction.  Daphne?"

"Yes ma'am?" came Daphne's sweet, soft voice.  It was the first time David had heard his wife's voice since they came through the door, and hearing it now sent a tremble of excitement and lust through him.  So she really *was* kneeling there, watching everything Mistress Erika was doing to him…

"It suddenly occurs to me, Daphne, that I'm the only one still dressed here.  Would you be so good as to undress me?"

There was a hesitation.  "May I rise, ma'am?"

"Yes Daphne, you may rise," Mistress Erika said sweetly.  "As you can see David, I've been working with your wife on certain… etiquette.  No, not like that, Daphne, do my blouse first.  Unbutton it from the top down, and do it slowly.  I want to enjoy this."

"Yes ma'am."

David was nearly beside himself with arousal at hearing his wife act so submissively toward this woman.  In his mind he pictured Daphne standing there in front of him, naked except for her stockings and collar, unbuttoning Mistress Erika's blouse.  Then parting it, and pushing it off her shoulders.  He imagined he could hear the silky material slipping to the floor, baring Mistress Erika's wonderful breasts.  He knew she was braless.  He had felt her breasts and nipples so clearly through the thin fabric before, when she'd pressed up against him.

"My skirt," urged Mistress Erika.  The soft sound of a zipper reached David's ears… Daphne unzipping the back of Mistress Erika's skirt.  Again the soft rustle of fabric as the skirt pooled about the unseen Mistress' feet.

"No, don't use your fingers.  Take my panties down with your teeth…"

Oh God.  David nearly groaned out loud at the mental picture of Daphne – sweet, lovely Daphne – kneeling to take Mistress Erika's panties in her teeth.  He imagined how she would work back and forth carefully, tugging her panties down a little bit at a time, her nose pressed to Mistress Erika's crotch as the panties cleared her hips.  They would hang up around her knees, then drop free without a sound…

"No, leave my stocking on," instructed Mistress Erika.  "I rather like how we both look with them on.  And I imagine it excites your husband…"

This time David did groan.  The thought of Mistress Erika standing there naked in her stockings was supremely arousing.  And he'd never even seen the woman.  Sounds reached his ears.  Soft sounds.  Loving sounds.  A soft, almost imperceptible moan escaped his wife's lips.  Were they kissing?  Right there in front of him?  Oh God, if he could only see.  Yes, the sounds were unmistakable.  Daphne and Mistress Erika were kissing…

After a moment Mistress Erika's voice came again.  "Well Daphne, are you going to let my clothes just lie there on the floor?"

"I… I'm sorry ma'am," came Daphne's whisper-soft voice. 

"Louder," said Mistress Erika.  "I want your husband to hear your lovely voice."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," repeated Daphne, louder this time.  David thought she sounded embarrassed.

"What should you do with them?"

"I… I should hang them up?" Daphne guessed.

"Yes Daphne, you should hang them up.  Take them upstairs and hang them up in your closet where I can find them when we're done."

David heard his wife move about gathering Daphne's clothes from the floor.  Then her footsteps as she started for the stairs.

"Stop!"  Mistress Erika's voice sounded stern.  "What did I *just* teach you, Daphne?  Back in the hotel?"

There was a pause.  "That… that I should crawl whenever I'm around you?"

"And what are you doing right now?"

"I… I'm walking.  I'm sorry ma'am, I--"

"You certainly will be sorry, Daphne," said Mistress Erika.  "Now hurry along.  Take my clothes upstairs and hang them up.  When you come back down, bring me that paddle you've been telling me so much about.  I want you to bring it to me between your teeth like a good little slut..."

David was nearly beside himself now as he listened to his wife drop to her knees and crawl.  The mental image of her crawling upstairs, and what she would look like when she brought their paddle back down in her mouth, was almost too much.

"Your wife's a slow learner, David," Mistress Erika told him.  "Of course that's just going to make training her more fun.  I'm guessing you're going to be quicker…"

David nodded quickly.  What on earth did Mistress Erika mean by "training"?  She came closer then and stood directly in front of him.  Her nipples touched his.  Her wonderful, unfettered nipples.

"Would you like to know where your wife and I have been for the past hour?" Mistress Erika asked sweetly.

David gulped and nodded his head vigorously.

"At a hotel," Mistress Erika chuckled.  "I had your wife eat my pussy the entire time.  She didn't do too bad for a first timer.  She made me cum three times with just her mouth and fingers.  Would you like to know the best part?"

David nodded.  God how he wanted to know.

"I videotaped it.  She doesn't know, of course.  Maybe I'll even let you watch it sometime, David.  Sometime when your wife's been bad and needs to be humiliated…"

David groaned at the thought.  He'd give anything to see that tape…  Mistress Erika seemed about to say something more, but just then David heard Daphne crawl back into the den.

"Thank you, Daphne," complimented Mistress Erika.  "Now I want you to assume the punishment position.  You remember that one, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good.  Right there in the middle of the floor will be fine."  David wished desperately that he could see what the "punishment" position entailed.  Mistress Erika chuckled as if reading his mind.  "It's too bad you can't see your wife, David.  She looks so lovely with her bottom thrust up like that.  And her anus!  How pouty and tight it looks there between her lovely cheeks!  If you hadn't guessed, Daphne, this is also the "butt-fuck" position, though I think we'll save that for another time…"

David heard his wife gasp at that last suggestion, but she didn't say a word.  There was a soft whistling sound as Mistress Erika swung the paddle through the air, testing it.  "How many should I give you, Daphne?  How many do you think appropriate for your failure to crawl?"

"F… five?" came Daphne's timid voice.  David thought she sounded frightened.  She had used the paddle on him on occasion, but she had never let him use it on her.

"Okay, I think five will be more than enough," agreed Mistress Erika.  "Tell me when you're ready to begin, Daphne."

"I… I'm ready, ma'am."

The first one came almost immediately, an impossibly loud *CRACK* in the small den.  David jumped even before Daphne cried out.

"That was just a light one," Mistress Erika chuckled.  There was a pause.  "Well Daphne, aren't you forgetting something?"

There was a pause.  "Oh… one!" said Daphne.

"We've already been over this, haven't we Daphne?" Mistress Erika said softly.  "You *always* count them out.  I think I'll give you five more for your failure."

"No!  Please, you don't need to do that!"  Daphne sounded desperate.  Though he loved her, David's cock swelled at the to hear such concern in her voice.

"And for telling me ‘no', another five.  That's fifteen, Daphne.  Would you like to try for twenty…?"  Mistress Erika sounded stern.  This time Daphne whimpered but didn't say anything.  "Okay, fifteen it is…"

The paddle landed with a *CRACK* and Daphne whimpered.  "Two!"

"That's better," said Mistress Erika, "but I'd like to hear you address me properly."

The paddle fell again and this time Daphne cried: "Three, Mistress!"

Apparently Mistress Erika was satisfied with Daphne's conduct, because now she began paddling her in earnest.  David squirmed in his bonds and felt his body flush with excitement as his young wife counted off the strokes of her paddling.  Five came, then ten.  Daphne was whimpering but there was something else there, something in voice as she counted each time.  Arousal.  David was sure his wife was enjoying her paddling.

When fifteen finally came Daphne groaned, but not with relief.  "Please ma'am, just a few more?"

David felt a jolt of excitement.  She was begging for more of the paddle!  Somewhere in front of him Mistress Erika chuckled.

"Perhaps later Daphne.  Right now you may kiss my feet and thank me."

In his mind David pictured his sweet wife crouching down and lowering her lips to Mistress Erika's feet.

"Thank you for punishing me, ma'am," Daphne said softly, obediently.

"I'll bet you didn't know your wife was such a submissive slut, did you David?"  Mistress Erika sounded amused.  David shook his head.  He had always known Daphne had a submissive side, just like he did, but he'd never realized just *how* submissive.  All those times when he'd topped her he had always known he'd fallen short of her expectations.  But he had never known just how far short.

"You may take the paddle back upstairs and put it away, Daphne.  That is, as long as we won't be needing it again..?"

"We won't need it again, ma'am," Daphne said determinedly.  David heard his wife take the paddle in her teeth and begin to crawl.

*    *    *

The Tease

David felt Mistress Erika's presence in front of him again, up close.  It stole his mind away from the image of Daphne crawling upstairs to return the paddle to their bedroom.  Mistress Erika was close now, very close.  Her breath was hot and sweet on his lips.  Her nipples brushed his, and then she pressed her breasts and belly and whole body against him.  David gasped as he felt her nakedness against him.  Her large, soft breasts flattened against his chest.  Her skin felt like silk against his.  Down lower she took his erect penis in hand and pushed it down so it stood out straight, and then she guided it between her legs, passing it between her thighs just beneath her pussy.

David gasped.  With his cock trapped between her thighs it felt as if he were in a warm, silky cunt.  In fact he could feel hers on the top of his cock, her pussy lips sliding gently against his erection as they swayed together.  Oh God, she was shaven there!  Her labia were smooth and hairless where they rode on top of his erection.  He felt himself swell painfully close to orgasm.  Daphne had never shaven her pussy for him…

"I'm going to give you your choice again, David," Mistress Erika told him.  She sounded amused, as if teasing him were the most enjoyable thing in the world.  Right now he thought it might just be, at least for him.  "You can cum the easy way…"  She moved her thighs on him a little, fucking his cock with the tight channel formed by her thighs and pussy.  "Or you can cum the hard way.  It's your choice…"

David clenched his teeth.  He almost – ALMOST – chose the easy way.  How exquisite it would feel to let Mistress Erika stroke him with her thighs and pussy, to cum between those wonderful legs of hers.  But he knew – no, hoped – that there lay more ahead.  He wanted more than anything for a chance to be *inside* her pussy, not just feel it stroking him from the outside.

"The… the hard way," he gasped.

"Are you sure?" Mistress Erika asked sweetly.  She clenched her thighs on his erection.

David almost wavered.  "Y… yes ma'am.  I'm… I'm sure."

Mistress Erika chuckled.  "I thought so."  She pulled back, letting his erection slip from between her thighs.  At the last moment she clenched her thighs on the tip of his cock and David grunted, nearly cumming anyway despite his choice.

"Oh God…"

"Careful," Mistress Erika said, "If you cum too soon you'll disappoint me.  And you don't want to do that, do you David?"

"No ma'am," he gasped.

She let him have a moment to retreat from the brink of orgasm.  As he recovered, David heard his wife come back downstairs, still crawling.  Mistress Erika moved away from him and went to the stairs to meet Daphne.  He listened to them come over together, listened to them move about the den quietly.  What were they doing?

"Are you ready to play a little game now, David?" asked Mistress Erika.

"Yes ma'am," he said.  He was ready for anything she wanted to do to him.  He waited expectantly for the game – whatever it was – to begin, but there was nothing but silence.

David hung helpless and aroused, the only sounds in the den his heavy breathing and an occasional unrecognizable sound, though from who he couldn't be sure.  There was no more talk now.  After a while he felt Mistress Erika's presence in front of him.  Or was it Daphne?  Her fingers encircled his penis and squeezed, then stroked gently a few times before retreating.  David groaned.  She was going to kill him with this teasing.

A moment later Mistress Erika's sweet voice from nearby.  "Tell me David… who was that?"

David hesitated.  "What do you mean?"

"I mean, David, whose fingers were those on your cock… mine or your wife's?"

"I… I assume they were yours, ma'am."

"But you're not sure?"

"I… I guess not."  What was she up to?

"Lets try again."  The fingers encircled his erection again.  This time they stroked him for a longer time, masturbating him gently.  He tried to concentrate on the touch, on the feel.  He thought he felt a wedding ring on one of the fingers that stroked him, but he couldn't be sure.  And besides, how did he know that Mistress Erika wasn't married also?

The fingers left his cock with a final, teasing squeeze.  A moment later Mistress Erika's voice came again.  "Well David?  Whose fingers were those?"

"Yours, ma'am?"  He was guessing that Mistress Erika still had Daphne kneeling on the floor nearby, watching his torment from afar.

"If you're wrong I'm going to give you a whack with this belt," Mistress Erika said.  "Are you sure?"

David hesitated.  What belt?  "I… I'm sure, ma'am."

For the longest moment he thought he had guessed right.  Then came the soft swish, and a sharp pain blossomed across his bottom.

"Ow!"

"No David, those were your *wife's* fingers on your cock.  How embarrassing!  You can't even tell your lovely wife's touch from mine?"

David didn't answer.  His bottom smarted, but the pain only intensified his arousal.  As did the thought that those fingers had been Daphne's.

"Now you understand how the game will be played, don't you David?" asked Mistress Erika.  He nodded.  "Now, for your reference, these are my fingers…"  Fingers encircled his cock, tugged a couple times and then retreated.  "…and these are your wife's…"  Again fingers encircled his cock, tugged and then retreated.  David concentrated closely.  He thought Daphne's grip was a tad lighter, her strokes quicker, her fingers a little more dainty.

"Shall we continue?"

David nodded.  He was ready now.  He waited expectantly for fingers to come on his cock again, but this time he was surprised by the feel of lips pressing against his.  The kiss was quick and fleeting, but he tasted the unmistakable strawberry flavor of his wife's lipstick.

"Well David, whose lips were those?"

"Definitely Daphne's," he said smugly.

The belt came hard on his bottom, surprising him rudely.  David blinked in surprise behind his blindfold.  Mistress Erika chuckled.  "A woman can change her lipstick, David.  Don't let yourself be so easily fooled in the future.  Let's try that again."

Lips pressed up against his again, lingering longer this time.  The same strawberry taste was there, but these lips felt slightly softer, slightly more pouty.

"Those were Daphne's," he said.

"You're sure this time?"

"Yes ma'am."  He waited nervously, tensing against the belt that he suddenly felt certain was going to come despite his best guess.

"You're right, that was your wife.  But that was too easy.  Let try something a little different…"

David groaned as lips encircled the tip of his cock.  They sucked gently and slowly moved down his shaft, stopping about halfway down, his swollen erection clasped in a warm, receptive mouth.  A tongue teased the underside of his cockhead.  The mouth sucked gently, then retreated.

"Oh God…"

"Well, who was that?  Me or your wife?"

David wasn't sure.  Oh God, whose lips had those been?  "They… they were my wife's," he guessed.

This time the belt came lower, on the backs of his thighs.  David jumped forward against his bonds, wincing at the sudden stab of pain.  His cock swelled with arousal.  Those had been Mistress Erika's lips on his cock…

"Try again…"

The lips came again, encircling and traveling down his cock in tight, warm, slippery circle.  This time the tongue was more aggressing, the sucking firmer.  As the mouth retreated, the teeth scraped over his swollen cockhead, drawing a gasp from David.

"That… that was definitely Daphne," he said.  She liked to tease him like that, with her teeth.

Mistress Erika chuckled.  "Wrong again, David."  Before he could contemplate that she struck again with the belt, laying it across his right bottom cheek.  "You know, I'm beginning to think that you're guessing wrong on purpose.  I think you *like* being punished like this…"

David groaned.  He wasn't guessing wrong on purpose, but he *did* like the punishment.  There was just enough of a sting to the belt to make it really hurt, but the pain quickly receded to a dull ache that was powerfully arousing.

The teasing continued.  There seemed to be no point to the game other than to torment him.  And sweet torment it was.  They teased him wickedly with their fingers and lips and tongues all over his body, on his lips, his neck, his belly, his cock.  Each time he guessed wrong he was rewarded with a strike of the belt on his bottom.  He felt like he was on fire now, yet he was desperate for more.

Finally a mouth closed over his cock again, sucking him gently, getting him wet.  David smiled and guessed as soon as the lips left his hardness.  "Daphne…"

Mistress Erika chuckled.  "Nice guess, David, but that was just preparation.  This is the real test…"

Warm, soft folds of flesh touched the tip of his cock, teasing for just a moment before pushing back on him.  David gasped as he felt his cock engulfed by an exquisitely tight, warm pussy.  Whoever it was had bent over and backed up on him.  As the sweet tightness reached the base of his cock he felt her bottom against his hips, and then her pussy against his crotch.  Her shaven pussy.

The pussy retreated and David groaned in frustration.  "That… that was you, ma'am."  Her shaven pussy had felt so silky against his crotch.

The belt whistled through the air and landed on his bottom with a painful *CRACK!*  Mistress Erika chuckled.  "I forgot to tell you David, I had your wife shave her pretty little pussy, just for me…"

David felt a rush of excitement at that thought.  Daphne had shaven herself?  For Mistress Erika?  Oh God…

"Let's try again…"  A pussy enveloped his erection again, sliding down tightly over his length.  Her bottom touched his hips, and again the feel of a shaven pussy came against his crotch.  This time the pussy stayed longer, clenching on him rhythmically before finally pulling away.  He followed it reluctantly with his hips, trying to stay inside as long as possible and groaning when finally the exquisitely tight sheath slipped free.

"That… that was Daphne again," he guessed.

"Wrong!" laughed Mistress Erika.  The belt smacked his bottom and David groaned with delight.  Oh god, he had just been in Mistress Erika's pussy…

"You can't tell us apart, can you David?" Mistress Erika asked him with amusement.

"No ma'am, I guess not."  The thought that he couldn't tell the feel of his wife's pussy from Mistress Erika's was both embarrassing and arousing.  Almost as arousing as the mental image of Daphne's freshly shaven pussy.

The torment continued.  Mouths, fingers, pussies… David couldn't tell them apart as they teased him so exquisitely.  His bottom grew more sore each time the belt landed, but at the same time his arousal swelled.  Soon he knew he wouldn't be able to take much more.

*    *    *

David's Last Chance

Finally, as if they sensed his urgent need, the teasing paused.  For a moment David thought it was over, but then leather straps encircled his ankles and pulled tight.  They pulled backward and he resisted.

"Relax David," coaxed Mistress Erika, "let your arms take your weight."

He forced himself to relax and let her drag his feet backward.  She pulled his feet up in back by the straps, and as they left the floor his arms took his full weight and he groaned.  Mistress Erika pulled his feet up until his lower legs were parallel to the floor, as if he were kneeling in mid air, and then she tied the straps off to the ones that encircled his wrists.  Left suspended like this, David groaned and waited for the next sweet torture.

It came on his left foot, soft lips sucking at his big toe.  David moaned and smiled in his blindness.  The lips teased and sucked each of his toes in turn, and then the tongue ran slowly up the sole of his foot, from his toes to his heel.  It felt *exquisite*.

He guessed it was Daphne and was rewarded by Mistress Erika's amused chuckle.  "You're right, David.  I would never stoop so low as to suck your toes, though it seems to be right up your wife's alley…"

Lips came at his feet again, this time on his right foot.  Licking and sucking, not stopping.  Now there was no pretense of a game, only of teasing him exquisitely.  As Daphne teased his foot with her lips and tongue and hot breath, David felt another presence at his cock, sweet hot breath washing over his erection.  Mistress Erika's lips encircled the tip of his penis, the slid down the shaft all the way to the base, deepthroating him.  David groaned.  Daphne had never been able to do that for him.

Mistress Erika's lips retreated.  "Last chance, David," she said sweetly.  "When I put my mouth back on you, you have thirty seconds to cum."  Her lips encircled his cock again, sliding down his shaft ever so slowly.  She deepthroated him and held her lips at the base of his cock.  David groaned.  All he had to do was move a little, thrust a few times in her mouth and he would have sweet release.  Yet he held back. It was almost more than he could take, feeling her warm, moist mouth on his erection, coaxing him so close to orgasm.  But still he clung to the desperate hope that maybe – just maybe – there was still more to come.

Mistress Erika's lips tightened on his erection.  Her tongue teased the underside of his shaft.  David gritted his teeth and tried to think of something else, anything else, to take his mind off the exquisite sensations.  The shape of her lips changed around his cock.  Was she smiling?  Oh God, he thought she was smiling.  She was amused by his predicament.

Thirty seconds seemed an eternity to David.  Finally she pulled her mouth off him slowly, letting his cockhead slip from her lips with a final, tormenting suck.  David shuddered and groaned in his blindness.

"What a pity," Mistress Erika said with amusement, "I was quite looking forward to seeing you have an orgasm, David.  Well Daphne, let's let your husband down and get things cleaned up…"

*    *    *

The Final Act

David groaned as the straps around his ankles loosened and he was allowed to stand again.  A moment later the straps around his wrists loosened as well.  As his hands were freed he swayed weakly.  His arms suddenly felt like lead after having been suspended for so long.  He stood listening with dismay as the women moved about putting away the straps and the belt, re-hanging the potted plants from the rings in the ceiling.  He had held out too long and missed his chance…

"There's one more thing, David," Mistress Erika said.  "You may have passed on your chance to cum, but I'm not as strong as you.  I still need to cum.  Would you like to do that for me?  Would you like to make me cum?"

David nodded his head eagerly.  He would do anything for her.  Anything to please her.

"So eager," chuckled Mistress Erika.  "Okay David, you may make me cum.  I'll have you on your marital bed.  Go upstairs and be ready for me on your back, legs and arms outstretched.  And don't  you *dare* take that blindfold off."

David turned for where he knew the stairs to be and then hesitated.  Without a word, without knowing quite why he was doing it, he dropped slowly to his knees and began crawling.  Behind him Mistress Erika chuckled with amusement.

"Would you look at that Daphne?  Your husband's an even bigger submissive slut than you are!"

David blushed and kept crawling.  Up the stairs (which was painful on his knees) and then down the hallway.  He found their bedroom door by feel and crawled inside.  On the bed, heart pounding, he lay back and stared up blindly at the ceiling, reaching his arms and feet out to the corners of the bed.  Then he waited.

He didn't have to wait long.  He heard the women come into the room, Mistress Erika walking, Daphne crawling.  There was silence for a moment, and then David felt the bed sag as someone – Mistress Erika?  Daphne? – climbed on.  A moment later a leather strap encircled his right wrist and pulled it out tightly, securing it to the headboard.  Then his left wrist.  The woman, whoever she was, straddled his chest facing his feet, her shaven pussy pressing against his skin.  She leaned forward and repeated the exercise on his ankles, encircling each with a leather strap and attaching them spread eagled to the posts at the foot of the bed.  David instinctively pulled at his bonds, testing them, and felt the familiar swell of arousal at finding himself held tight.

The woman moved back now, planting her pussy over his face.  David groaned as she settled into place, her pussy coming to rest on his mouth and nose.  He didn't have to be told what to do.  He began licking eagerly.

But they weren't done.  The bed sagged again as the other one climbed on.  He felt her straddle his waist, facing forward, facing whoever was on his face.  Her fingers encircled his erection, guiding him between her legs.  David groaned into the pussy on his face as the other woman settled back, enveloping his erection with her pussy.

Which was which?  Oh God.  David bucked his hips upward, burying himself deep in the woman who straddled him there.  Was it Daphne?  Or, sweet heaven, could it Mistress Erika?  He licked more furiously at the pussy on his face, aroused now more than ever.  The woman fucking him began grinding herself on him, gyrating her hips, teasing him.  He tried to buck up into her but she kept her full weight sitting on him, preventing him from doing much more than make little frantic thrusts.  He felt something against his chin.  The woman's fingers.  She was playing with her clit as he licked her.

Then unmistakable sounds.  Daphne and Mistress Erika were kissing.  He felt them each lean forward into the other's arms above him, heard the unmistakably erotic sound of lips and tongues engaged.  It sounded like a deep, passionate kiss, and it was all David needed to push him over the edge.  As the woman on his cock began fucking him in earnest, and the woman on his face ground her pussy against his mouth and nose and frigged herself furiously, he came with a grunt.  He bucked his hips up and groaned into the pussy on his face, spurting inside whoever rode him.  The women giggled as they continued kissing above him, but who was who?  David groaned in frustration.

A moment later the woman on his face – Mistress Erika?  Daphne? – came *hard*, frigging herself with her fingers as he kept licking.  David listened to her heavy breathing but he couldn't tell who it was.  Oh God, if only she would moan a little, give him some clue as to her identity.

As his penis softened inside the woman who rode him, David heard the women break their kiss.  Slowly, reluctantly, they slipped off him.  He felt drained and completely, exquisitely satisfied.  The warm afterglow of orgasm made him feel sleepy.  In the haze he sensed Daphne and Mistress Erika moving around on the bed, switching places.  A moment later a mouth came at his penis, licking him gently, cleaning his cock of their juices.  The other woman straddled his face, and again he felt a pussy settle down on his lips and nose.  This time when he licked he was immediately struck by a strange, salty taste.  His cum…

David groaned and licked was renewed enthusiasm, not caring that he was tasting himself inside her tightness.  He pressed his tongue between her folds and licked firmly, up and down her slit, then sucking gently with his lips.  Her fingers bumped his chin as she, too, began frigging her clit.  Down lower, the tongue lapping at his penis threatened to stir within him fresh arousal.

The woman on his face didn't last long.  She pushed his tongue aside so she could thrust a finger inside her tightness as she frigged herself.  David licked and sucked at the base of her pussy, delighting in her heavy breathing as she shuddered and came.  Her thighs tightened on either side of his head, trapping him.  He smiled and lapped at her pussy.

Afterward David could only lie helplessly and listen as Daphne and Mistress Erika slipped off the bed and said their goodbyes.  He listened in agonizing blindness as Mistress Erika instructed Daphne to dress her, just as she had undressed her downstairs.  David listened to his wife pull Mistress Erika's panties up with her teeth, then slip her skirt on her and zip it up, and finally help her into her blouse and button it.  He heard their parting embrace and kiss and wished desperately that he could see.

"Why don't you see me to the door," Mistress Erika suggested to Daphne quietly.  David heard his wife crawl out of the bedroom after Mistress Erika.  Their sounds faded as the descended the stairs.  There was a long silence.  Perhaps they were saying their goodbyes at the door?  Perhaps kissing again, a final, parting embrace?  Finally he heard the soft, muffled sound of the front door closing.  Mistress Erika was gone.

*    *    *

One Final Tease

When Daphne came back upstairs, she was walking.  David heard her footsteps come into the bedroom and he smiled.  But he didn't say anything.

She came to him and slipped into bed beside him, draping one arm over his chest as she lay at his side.  She moved partly onto him and a moment later David felt her lips on his.  He smiled and kissed her deeply.  Now the strawberry flavor of her lipstick aroused him more than it ever had before.  Now it reminded him of Mistress Erika.

Daphne slipped her hand down to cup his penis, and with the other she began unbinding him.  First his right wrist, then his left, and finally his ankles.  Then, at long last, she removed his blindfold.

David blinked and felt him swell with arousal in her fingers.  As Mistress Erika has described, Daphne was naked except for her sheer black stockings.  Around her neck she still wore a slender black collar.  David met her eyes.  She was smiling.  Before he could say anything she leaned forward and kissed him again.  Her firm, perky breasts pressed against his chest, and for the first time in what seemed an eternity David got to do what he had most wanted to.  He embraced his wife with his arms and pulled her close, kissing her back passionately.

They lay together for the longest time, neither of them speaking.  There was nothing that needed to be said, at least not at the moment.  Finally David smiled at Daphne and asked the one question he needed more than anything to know.

"Who was it?"

Daphne smiled.  "Who was what, honey?"

"Who was it that I fucked?" David asked.  He needed desperately to know.  "Was it you, or her?"

Daphne seemed amused.  "You couldn't tell?"

"No…"

"Well it was… no, I really shouldn't tell."

"Please!  Tell me!  Tell me!"

Daphne giggled and squirmed in his arms, sliding her stocking clad legs against his and tussling his hair lovingly.  "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" she asked him, ignoring his desperate question.

"Yes, you know I did…"

"Would you like to serve Mistress Erika with me again?"

David's cock swelled at the thought.  "Yes!"  More than anything in the world.

"Good, because we're having dinner with her next Friday."  Daphne smiled and hugged him tighter.  "And who knows, maybe if you ask her nicely *she* will answer your question.  And maybe she'll let you cum again.  Sweet dreams, honey…"

Daphne already had her eyes closed before she finished speaking.  She snuggled against his chest, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.  David lay with his wife in his arms and listened to her gentle breathing as she fell asleep.  He groaned quietly in frustration.  Another week without cumming, another week without knowing *who* he had fucked, was going to be sheer torture.  But if tonight were any indication, the wait would surely be worth it…