By sub01

Friday night.  Date night...

Peter sat helpless in the darkness, unable to move.  He was in his favorite recliner, the blue leather one in the living room... Big Blue, as Sarah had long ago nicknamed it.  His ankles were bound to the front legs of the chair, his arms pulled back around the sides, his wrists cuffed awkwardly in back.  He felt hot even though he was naked.  His shoulders ached from being bound for so long, and the blindfold was beginning to chafe his skin.  Now he wished he hadn't tied it so tight.

It's Friday night... I should be out at a nice restaurant with my wife, for God's sake!

Instead he sat naked and bound in his own living room, waiting for Sarah to come home from her date.

Who is it this time?  Tom?  Steve?

She never told him till afterward.  Sometimes she didn't tell him at all, leaving him to wonder.  Not that he minded, though.  He did the same when it was his turn with another woman.  It was part of the mystery, part of the thrill.

Tonight, though, it was different.  She had never before left him bound for so long before.  He had expected it to only be for ten minutes or so.  But it felt like it had been at least thirty, and she still wasn't home.

She said she'd be home by nine...

At least, that's what her note had said.  It had been sitting on the kitchen table when he came home, flanked by the handcuffs and three of his neckties.  He'd read it three times and could still recall it word for word.

He had waited until ten minutes to nine before going around and pulling all the drapes.  Now he wished he had waited longer.  When he had settled into Big Blue and struggled into his self-imposed bondage he had anticipated a ten minute wait.    But it had already been at least thirty.  Maybe forty.

What if she had an accident?  What if she isn't coming home?  Jesus, how will I get out of this?  What if...

A sound reached his ears.  Peter froze, listening intently.  There it was again, coming from the front door.  Not the front door... the porch outside.  Heels.  The jingle of keys.  Scratching at the lock.

She's home!

Peter sat up straighter in the recliner and spread his knees.  Sarah liked to find him like that, exposed and obedient.  His cock hung limply between his legs.  He wished he could have been erect for her, but it was her own damn fault for taking so long...

The front door opened.  Footsteps reached his ears, Sarah's heels clicking on the tile in the foyer.  She'd dressed up for her date, then.  She only wore heels with her nicest outfits.  He wondered what she'd worn for her date.  Her little silver party dress, perhaps?  Or maybe the red evening gown?  That one was his favorite, and he felt a twinge of arousal of the thought of it, how the neckline plunged so low, how it hugged her curves so tightly.  She had promised she would never wear it for anyone else, but maybe...?

She came into the living room.  Peter could hear her footsteps approach, the clicking of her heels becoming muffled as she moved onto the carpet.  He sat up straighter.  She would be admiring him now, making sure he'd complied with her instructions.  She came closer.  She was very near now, maybe even right beside him.  He could smell her perfume.  It was sweet and alluring, a mysterious fragrance he hadn't smelled on her before.  He liked it.  He would have said so, if he hadn't known that she would want him to remain silent until spoken to.

A silky caress came on Peter's thigh.  Stockings.  Oh God, she was wearing stockings.  She moved around him, teasing him with her stockings.  Then her hands, tussling his hair before moving down to gently stroke his bare chest.  Peter's breathing quickened as she found his nipples and pinched them gently.  He loved it when she did that.

She completed her circle around the chair and stood in front of him with her stockinged legs brushing his knees.  Still she said nothing.  Peter waited and listened intently, his breathing shallow.  A sudden touch on his thighs made him start.  Sarah's fingers.  She trailed her fingertips lightly over the inside of his thighs, playing with the soft hair.  Then lower, more intimately, her nails scratching gently at the underside of his scrotum.  Peter gasped and stiffened in his bonds.  She giggled softly, the first sound he'd heard from her lips since she came home.  He wanted desperately for her to say something, to tell him how her date was.

She cupped his balls, squeezing gently.  Her other hand encircled his penis and began slowly masturbating him.  It didn't take but a few gentle strokes before Peter was fully and desperately erect.

"Mmm, horny?"  Sarah's voice was low and sultry, teasing even.

"How was your date?" croaked Peter.

Sarah giggled softly.  "I don't know yet..."

Before Peter could ponder her cryptic response her hands left his penis and moved higher, to his hair.  Then behind his head.  She untied his blindfold and slipped it off, at the same time leaning close and kissing him.  As his eyes adjusted to the light Peter found himself staring into his lovely wife's twinkling eyes.

"I love you honey," she whispered.  "Please don't be mad.  Michael wanted this to be a surprise..."

She rose from his lap and Peter paled in surprise.  They weren't alone!  A young, handsome man sat on the couch watching them.

"Jesus, Sarah!"  Peter pulled in vain at his bonds, blushing profusely.  Sarah had brought her date home with her!?  With him sitting here naked, bound and helpless!?

The man - Michael, apparently - smiled as if amused by Peter's predicament.  "Don't be mad at your wife, Peter," he chuckled.  His voice was deep and sexy.  "She wanted to tell you ahead of time, but I thought it would be more fun this way..."

Peter was too embarrassed to say anything.  He could only watch as Sarah moved to stand beside Michael.  She was absolutely beautiful tonight, impossibly sexy.  She was dressed in a simple white party dress that Peter hadn't seen before.  It came to mid thigh, hugging her slender body as if tailored specifically for it.  Her long dark hair spilled to her shoulders and below, stark against the white fabric.  Peter felt an instinctual, lustful urge at the sight of her.

"Undress, Sarah," Michael urged her softly.  "Show your husband the rest of the surprise..."

Sarah blushed and brought her hands up, slipping the slender straps of her dress from her shoulders.  The silky material slipped silently to the floor.  She was naked underneath... no panties, no bra, just her stockings and heels.  Her skin was smooth and flawless, her breasts small but perfectly suited to her slender frame, her nipples dark and prominent.  And then there was the rest of the "surprise".  Her pubic hair was trimmed in a dainty "V" shape just above her mound, which itself had been shaven bare.

"I understand you've always wanted your wife to shave her pussy," Michael said.

Peter nodded, unable to put words to his thoughts.  Sarah looked so beautiful shaven like that, so unbelievably sexy...

"Well, she has finally," chuckled Michael, "but it's all for me..."  He admired Sarah as he said it, staring at her body unabashedly, lewdly.  Peter felt a sudden surge of jealousy to see him looking at her like that.  Like a lover, right in front of him.  And Sarah, standing there so obediently, so nervously.  She was blushing something awful and wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Your wife's quite lovely, isn't she Peter?"

Peter nodded.

"I bet you'd like nothing more than to fuck her..."

Peter nodded again.  Right now he thought he would give anything in the world to do just that...

"Well, I think we'll let your lovely wife make that decision.  Sarah dear, it's your choice.  Who would you like to go to bed with tonight?  Your husband... or me?"

Peter could see the surprise in her eyes.  Had she and Michael not discussed this part of their little "game"?  Or was she just playing her part very, very well?  She glanced at him quickly, barely meeting his eyes, then looked back to Michael.  Her desire was obvious even without her having to say it.  Peter could only watch as she moved to her lover's side and began to sit down.

"Not there," Michael stopped her.  "Kneel on the floor."

Kneel?

Sarah knelt at her lover's feet, blushing and avoiding Peter's eyes.

"Surprised, Peter?" asked Michael.  "I bet you didn't know your wife had submissive tendencies..."

Peter hadn't, as a matter of fact.  Seeing Sarah kneeling there was both surprising and arousing.  How often he had knelt at her feet in so similar a manner, and not once had she suggested she might like to do the same...

"Get me a drink," Michael instructed Sarah.  "Scotch.  Ice, but just a little."

Sarah rose and started for the kitchen.  As she went, Peter's gaze dropped to her bare bottom.  He caught his breath with a gasp.  The pale, baby-smooth skin of her bottom was crisscrossed with wicked looking crop marks.

"Oh my God..."

"Like it?" Michael asked with a smile.

Peter turned and stared at him.  "You did that to her?"

"Mmm hmm.  That's why we were a little late getting here.  I must say, for a beginner your wife took her punishment rather well."

Peter hesitated.  "Punishment for what?"

Michael smiled.  "For refusing to fuck me until I'd met you."

It was one of their rules.  No fucking till the other one had met - and approved of - a potential lover.  Peter started to say something, but just then Sarah came back into the living room.  She handed Michael his drink and then without a word resumed her kneeling position on the floor, hands clasped obediently in her lap.

"As you can see, your wife learns quickly," Michael chuckled.

Peter watched him sip his drink.  He felt a pang of jealousy at how lewdly Michael's eyes roamed Sarah's nakedness.  After a moment Michael's gaze shifted and focused on Peter.

"I understand you have a right of approval regarding your wife's lovers."

Peter nodded but said nothing.

"Well, not tonight."

Peter stared at him, startled.  "What do you mean, not tonight?"

"I mean just what I said, Peter.  Tonight, you don't get a choice.  Right, Sarah?"

Peter looked to Sarah.  She was blushing, her eyes cast down at the floor.  "I... I'm sorry honey.  Please don't be mad.  You've never said ‘no' before..."

"Tell him the rest," urged Michael.

Sarah remained silent, her eyes fixed on the floor.

"What ‘rest', Sarah?" Peter asked quietly.

Silence.

"Tell him," Michael repeated.

Still Sarah was silent.  Michael rose and moved to her.  Stooping down, a frown on his face, he took her auburn hair in hand and jerked her head back, forcing her to look up.

"Ow!  Please," whimpered Sarah, "you're hurting me!"  Peter could see she was wincing in pain, yet she obediently kept her hands in her lap.

"We've talked about this, haven't we?" Michael told her softly.  "Your slowness to obey.  Do you want me to punish you again?"

"No sir," Sarah said softly.  "Please, you're hurting me."

"Then tell him.  Tell your husband how it's going to be..."

Sarah glanced at Peter, her cheeks flushing.  "Michael is going to be my lover from now on, Honey," she said quietly.  "My... my exclusive lover."

Michael smiled.  "No other men, Sarah?"

"No," she said quietly.  "Only you."

"What about your husband?"

Sarah glanced to Peter, and for a moment their eyes met.  A smile tugged at her lips.  "No," she said quietly.  "Not even my husband."

Michael released Sarah's hair and stepped back.  "What else?"

Sarah dropped her gaze to the floor once again.  When she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper.  "He's going to train me, Peter.  To be his slave..."

Peter's stomach tightened.  "You're kidding, right?"

"Oh, your wife's quite serious," chuckled Michael.

Sarah looked up at Peter.  "I am serious, Peter.  I... I've wanted this for a long time.  Just like you like being my slave, I've wanted to try being someone's.  When I met Michael - Master - it just clicked.  We've been talking about it for a month, about how it will work..."

Peter stared.  Sarah had never suggested she had these desires, not once in all their years of marriage.

"I've even named her," Michael said.  "Haven't I, Sarah?"

"Yes sir," Sarah said quietly.

"Tell him.  Tell your husband."

Sarah blushed.  "I... my new name is FuckToy."

Peter said nothing.  He stared at Sarah, but she wouldn't meet his eyes.  For a long moment the room was silent.  Finally Michael clapped his hands and spoke with sudden cheerfulness.  "Untie your husband, FuckToy.  I want you both kneeling on the floor for this next part."

Sarah moved quickly, eagerly, untying Peter's ankles and unlocking the cuffs.  Then she moved back and knelt once more on the floor.

Michael smiled.  "Peter?"

Peter rose from the chair hesitantly. He was about to move from uninvolved participant to...

To what?  Involved participant?  Slave?

"Peter?" repeated Michael.

Slowly, reluctantly, Peter knelt beside his wife. 

"Wonderful," said Michael.  "Now, Peter, I've already taught your wife how to kneel properly, but I can see you need some pointers.  First, knees together.  Hands in your lap, back straight, and always keep your eyes up.  Your wife has some trouble with that, but we'll correct that in time."

Peter hesitantly assumed the proper position.

"Good.  Now put these on."  Michael produced two collars and tossed them to Sarah and Peter.  Sarah put hers on quickly, obediently, but Peter just stared at his.

"What's this for?"

"It's your slave collar," Michael said with amusement.  "You will wear it whenever we are together.  To remind you of your position."

Peter didn't think he would need a reminder, but he didn't say so.  Instead he turned the collar over in his hands, studying it doubtfully.  It was black leather, slender and supple.  There was a discrete gold latch at the back, and a name tag at the front that was as yet bare.  All in all, it looked like a fancy, elegant dog collar.

"Is there a problem, Peter?"

Peter hesitated.  Beside him, Sarah looked over with excited, pleading eyes.  "Please Peter.  Do it for me?"

"Yes Peter," chuckled Michael.  "Do it for FuckToy."

Slowly, reluctantly, Peter brought the collar to his neck and secured it without a word.  Buckled, it snugged tight around his neck.  Not uncomfortably tight, but he certainly wouldn't forget he was wearing it.

"Wonderful.  You two certainly look the part."  Michael paused a moment, then smiled at Sarah.  "Upstairs, FuckToy.  I want you on your marital bed, legs spread.  Be ready for me."

Peter felt a sudden stab of jealousy.  Michael was going fuck her now, right here at home!?  He'd never been around when she was with one of her lovers.  This hadn't been part of their plan...

"Now, FuckToy," repeated Michael.

Sarah didn't move.

"NOW, FuckToy," Michael growled again.  "Before I loose my temper..."

Sarah rose and moved slowly towards the stairs, pausing once to look back and give Peter a quick smile.  "I love you babe.  See you in a while..."

When she was gone, Peter turned back to find Michael sitting once again on the couch, an amused smile on his lips.

"You don't like the thought of me fucking your wife, do you Peter?  Right here in your own home?"

"No," Peter said quietly, "I don't."

Michael chuckled.  "In your marital bed..."

Peter didn't say anything.

"Your wife's had several other lovers," Michael observed.  "All with your blessing, if I understand correctly.  What's wrong with me?  Is it because I'm black?"

"No," Peter said quietly.  "It's not that."

Michael smiled.  "You're worried I'm going to take her from you..."

Peter was silent.  The thought had crossed his mind.  The amount of control that Michael had established over Sarah in such a short time was disconcerting.

"Rest assured, Peter, that I have no intention of taking Sarah from you.  Absolutely none.  I'm here for a fuck and some fun.  Same as you and your wife.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Understand"

Peter nodded, though he was unconvinced.  After a moment, Michael casually unzipped his slacks.  He fished his cock out and began stroking it absentmindedly.  Peter watched with dismay.  Freed from his slacks, Michael's erection was much more substantial than Peter would have imagined.

"Come here and suck me, Peter."

Peter froze, his heart racing.  He suddenly felt faint.  "I... I don't know what Sarah told you about me, but I'm not gay."

Michael chuckled.  "I know she hasn't told you anything about me, but I AM gay.  Bi, anyways.  Now come here and suck me Peter, before I lose my temper."

Peter didn't move.

"Besides," Michael continued, "I know you've sucked cock before.  Your wife told me..."

Peter blushed.  Steve, her third lover.  He'd been dominant too... maybe that's why Sarah had liked him so much.  He had made Peter suck his cock once, and Peter had done it... for Sarah.  It had gotten her so excited.  Now, though, she wasn't around.  Now it was just him and Michael.

"Well, Peter?"

Peter gritted his teeth.  "Do I have to?"

Michael chuckled.  "No Peter, you don't have to.  But if anything your wife has told me is true, you will..."

Peter frowned.  Finally, reluctantly, he crawled slowly to Michael.

"Suck me," coaxed Michael.  "Get me wet for your wife."

"I'm only doing this for Sarah," Peter said quietly.

"Me too," chuckled Michael.  "Now suck."

*    *    *

Finally Michael pushed Peter away and zipped his pants up.  He rose and without so much as a "thank you" turned and started for the stairs.

"You're going to ruin her," Peter said quietly, his gaze locked on the enormous, jutting bulge in Michael's pants. 

Michael paused at the foot of the stairs.  "I'm not going to ruin her, Peter.  Not with one fuck.  But your concern is duly noted.  I will be gentle... this time."  He smiled.  "Ten minutes Peter.  And not a minute sooner."  He chuckled, then disappeared up the stairs.

Peter moved and sat in the recliner, his heart pounding.  He could hear Michael's muffled footsteps upstairs.  Then, the closing of the bedroom door.  His stomach tightened.

Don't even think about it, about them up there.  Let them do their business.  Tomorrow you'll talk to Sarah and set this whole thing straight...

*    *    *

Ten minutes seemed like an eternity to Peter.  The taste of Michael's cock was still in his mouth, on his tongue, the feeling of the thick shaft still fresh in his mind.  Was Sarah feeling that thickness inside her right now, up in their marital bed?  Peter watched the clock, counting the seconds.  The instant the hands clicked off ten minutes he rose from Big Blue and headed for the stairs.

Upstairs he paused at the bedroom door and listened.  No sounds came from within, but that didn't mean anything.  Maybe they were just being quiet.  Maybe Michael had her gagged.  He reached for the doorknob and hesitated.  Thinking better of it, he knocked.

"Come in," boomed Michael's voice.

Peter went in reluctantly.  Michael was lying back on their marital bed, absentmindedly stroking his erection through his slacks.  Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

"Have a seat Peter," Michael said, waving to a chair that had been arranged facing the bed.

Peter sat reluctantly.

Whistling casually Michael rose from the bed and rummaged in Peter's dresser, coming back with several neckties.  As Peter watched with dread Michael looped one around his left wrist, securing it tightly to the arm of the chair.

"You don't need to do that," Peter protested quietly as Michael reached for his other wrist.  "I won't cause any trouble."

"It wouldn't matter if you did," Michael chuckled.  "But I like you better this way..."

He secured Peter's right wrist to the chair, then his ankles.  He pulled the neckties tight until Peter winced.  When he was done Michael moved away and undressed in silence, watching Peter with an amused grin.  Then, wearing nothing but his white cotton briefs, Michael lay down on their bed - Peter and Sarah's marital bed - and began absentmindedly stroking his erection through his briefs.

Peter watched with growing dread.  Michael's arousal was obvious, his erection bulging impossibly large in the confines of his briefs.  "Please don't make me watch," Peter said quietly.

Michael chuckled.  "Don't want to watch me fuck your wife, Peter?"

Peter's stomach tightened with dread.  Hearing about it from Sarah afterwards would be one thing, but watching it?

"No."

"Well, too bad.  You don't have a choice..."

The bathroom door opened and Sarah came into the bedroom.  She was dressed now in a sheer silk teddy... Peter's favorite teddy.  He felt a stab of jealousy that she would wear that for her lover.  Was it her idea, Peter wondered, or his?  She froze in the doorway, dismay registering on her face as she saw her husband bound to the chair.

"Oh no, please," she begged Michael quietly, "not in front of Peter."

Michael smiled and continued stroking his erection without a word.

"Please don't make me do this..."

"I'm not making you do anything," Michael chuckled.

Sarah stared at Michael, the dismay obvious in her face.  "I... I can't do this.  Not in front of my husband."

"Are you telling me no, FuckToy?"

Sarah glanced at Peter, then lowered her gaze to the floor.  When she spoke again, her voice was barely more than a whisper.  "No sir, I'm not telling you no."

Peter winced at her use of "sir".  Hearing his wife defer to this man so easily was almost worse than the thought of what he was no doubt about to witness.  Almost.

After a long moment Sarah moved silently to the bed.  As she climbed on reluctantly and moved between Michael's legs the hem of her dress rode up and Peter caught a tantalizing glimpse of her newly shaven cunt.  He felt an immediate surge of arousal at the stolen glimpse.

Sarah reached for Michael's briefs but he stopped her.  "I thought you said you didn't want to do this," he chuckled.

"I... I do," Sarah assured him quietly.

"You don't seem too sure."  He was taunting her, teasing her.

"Please, I... I want to."

"I don't believe you," chuckled Michael.  "Convince me.  Convince your husband..."

Sarah glanced back at Peter, shame and arousal in her eyes.  Then she turned back to Michael.  "I... I want to make love to you, Master.  I... I want to feel you inside me..."

Peter winced, his wife's words cutting him like a knife.  He'd never before minded her being with other men, but now to have it displayed in front of him, to have to watch and hear it...

"Beg me," Michael said.  "And use the right words."

Sarah trembled.  "Please let me f... fuck you, Master.  Please.  I'm so horny.  I... I need to feel your c... cock inside me."

Peter flushed with jealousy.  He'd never heard her speak like that before, use such crude words.  He knew she was only saying them because Michael was making her, but still...

"Please!" Sarah begged when Michael remained silent.  "Please let me fuck you!  I'm soooo horny!  I'll make you feel good, I promise."

"Do you want your husband to watch?"

Sarah hesitated.  "I... yes, I want Peter to watch."  Her voice was quiet.  "Won't you let him watch?  Please, let me show my husband what a good little whore I am..."

Peter lunged forward against his bonds, beside himself with jealousy.  "You bastard!" he growled at Michael.  "You fucking bastard!  Don't treat her like this!"  He had her calling herself a whore, for God's sake!

Michael chuckled, not shaken in the least.  "All right, FuckToy, I think you've convinced your husband.  Now let's show him..."

Sarah looked back at Peter for a moment and smiled.  "I love you honey..."  Then she turned back to Michael and reached for his briefs.

This time Michael let her.  She pulled his cotton briefs down eagerly, and as his large erection sprang into sight Peter's heart sank.  It looked so big against his wife's tiny hands.

Michael chuckled, seeing the look on Peter's face.  "Big, huh Peter?  Just imagine how your wife's going to feel the first time I shove it up her tight cunt.  Course she won't be quite as tight after I'm through with her..."  He looked down at her as she waited patiently, her face inches from his cock.  "You want it bad, don't you FuckToy?"

"Yes," Sarah said quietly, reluctantly.  "I... I want it sooo bad.  You know I do..."

"I do know it," Michael chuckled.  "And soon your husband's going to know it too, isn't he?"

In answer, Sarah leaned forward and took the head of Michael's cock between her lips.

She sucked him slowly at first, pausing briefly to tease him with her tongue.  Then firmer, sucking him in deep.  She used only her mouth, keeping her hands at her sides obediently.  Peter wondered jealously if Michael had taught her to do that.

Peter watched his wife's lewd performance with jealous fascination.  She had never before cared much for performing fellatio.  But now, with Michael, her eagerness was barely contained.  She fellated him expertly, her bright red lips sliding easily on his shaft.  Peter had never seen her suck so easily, so eagerly.  She had never been able to deepthroat him before, but now she took Michael's length without complaint, gagging only slightly when his balls pressed to her lips.

"Oh God," Michael groaned.  "Yes, just like that FuckToy..."  He turned his head and smiled at Peter.  "Has she ever deepthroated you, Peter?"

"No," Peter answered jealously.

"Too bad, she's really quite talented..."  Michael closed his eyes and relaxed back, groaning softly.  Sarah fellated him for several minutes, the only sounds in the bedroom her wet, eager sucking and an occasional groan from Michael.  Peter had no idea how he held out for so long.  If it were him there on the bed, he'd have cum long ago...

At long last Michael opened his eyes and coaxed Sarah's mouth off his cock.  She came up reluctantly, letting his erection go with a quick, final suck.

"Are you horny, FuckToy?"

"Oh God, yes!"  Her arousal was obvious, her eagerness barely contained.

"Well, climb on then.  I think we've teased your husband long enough..."

Peter watched jealously as Sarah moved up and straddled Michael.  She looked so tiny atop him, her skin so white against his, his cock so large beneath her.  She kissed him briefly, then reached back and guided his cock with her hand.  Her movements were obscured by the hem of her teddy and Peter felt a sudden, surprising pang of disappointment that he couldn't see better.  She settled back slowly, carefully, their joining hidden by the hem of her teddy.  She hissed almost imperceptibly and Peter knew that her lover's cockhead must be inside her.  As she sank down on Michael slowly, a low, guttural moan escaped her lips.

"Oh God, you're so fucking big..!"

Her unbidden comment cut Peter like a knife.  He wished desperately that it was him on that bed, that it was his cock sinking so deliciously into her.  But instead he could only watch jealously as she began moving atop her lover, gyrating her hips slowly.  Her face was flushed, her eyes wide, her arousal obvious.

Sarah moved on her lover slowly, carefully, becoming accustomed to his size.  Then faster, eagerly, till they were fucking in earnest.  The bedroom filled with the sounds of their sex... Sarah's impassioned groans, Michael's grunts, the creaking of the bed, the wet slapping of their sex.  Michael moved his hands to her bottom, guiding her, urging her faster.  Sarah obliged eagerly, leaning forward and kissing him as she rocked urgently atop him.

As they fucked Michael eased the hem of Sarah's teddy up, then pulled it off her completely and tossed it aside.  Naked now except for her collar she fucked her lover with renewed vigor.  Peter could see their joining clearly now, see how tightly stretched his wife's glistening cunt lips were around her lover's thickness.  She took him deep on every stroke, until his balls pressed tight to her crotch, enjoying every inch of his thickness.  Her groans left no doubt as to her wicked delight.

As Peter jealously watched their joining, Michael pulled Sarah down on him and whispered in her ear.  Her eyes widened, her movements faltered.

"I can't say that!  Please!"

But Michael was cruelly insistent, and finally, reluctantly, Sarah twisted around to face her husband.  "Michael wants me to thank you, honey," she said breathlessly.

"For what?" Peter asked jealously.

"For... for leaving my cunt so tight.  He... he says I fit him like... like a glove."

Michael chuckled.  "Yeah, like a glove that's two sizes too small..."  He bucked up into Sarah suddenly, viciously, and she gasped.  He fucked her hard from below for a moment, then without warning flipped her over onto her back.  He moved atop her and forced himself between her legs, entering her roughly before she was ready.  Sarah squealed with delight, a look of pure lust on her flushed face. 

Michael fucked her savagely.  He pushed her knees up almost to her chest and forced her legs over his strong shoulders.  He fucked her with long deep strokes that rocked her into the bed, and the bed into the wall.  After a few thrusts he pressed deep and held himself buried inside Sarah's cunt.  He turned and smiled back at Peter.

"Can you see how deep I am inside your lovely wife, Peter?"

Peter could see perfectly well that Michael's substantial cock was buried balls deep in his lovely wife.

"I think your wife has finally become accustomed to my size, don't you Peter?"  But the expression on Sarah's face made it clear that she hadn't.  Her eyes were wide, her face flushed.

"You're going to kill her," Peter said softly, jealously.

Michael laughed.  "Nonsense!  I'm not going to kill her.  I'm not even in her ass... yet!"  Sarah's eyes widened even more at that thought and she whimpered.  Michael seemed to like that reaction.  He kissed her parted lips and started moving inside her again.

"Then you're going to ruin her," Peter said softly.  Sarah's eyes looked like they were about to pop out as Michael fucked her particularly deep.

"Ruin her for what?" laughed Michael.  "Other men?"  He leaned forward and kissed Sarah's open lips.  "I'm the only man for her now... aren't I, FuckToy?"

Sarah whimpered but didn't say anything.

"You're hurting her..." Peter said.

"You're right Peter, I *am* hurting her.  But if you haven't noticed already, your lovely wife *wants* me to hurt her..."  Michael bit Sarah's lower lip and she shrieked in pain, struggling beneath him.  Her wide eyed expression told Peter everything, though.  She loved everything Michael was doing to her.

Michael began fucking her hard, thrusting forcefully between her legs, easily overcoming what little playful resistance she put up.  When she pushed playfully at his chest he took her wrists in hand and forced them out high above her head, holding them there as he thrust harder between her legs.  Sarah struggled playfully beneath him, obviously delighted at how he restrained her.  She was twice as vocal now, twice as eager.  She wrapped her legs around her lover's back and pulled him deep, urging him faster.

Michael bent down and nipped at Sarah's nipple with his teeth, making her gasp.  "Are you going to come?" he asked.  Sarah nodded, her face flushed.  Michael bit at her nipple again, and this time she squealed.  "Tell me you want to come..."

"God... oh God, I need to come..." Sarah gasped. 

"Then beg me."

"Please..?"

"Not like that..."  Michael thrust into her hard, making her wince.  "Like I taught you earlier."

"Please... oh please sir, let me come.  Your slave needs to come so desperately.  Oh God, please..."  She drawled on like that, begging with a desperation that filled Peter with jealousy.

Michael chuckled.  "Okay FuckToy, you may come."

Her legs around her lover's back, her arms held helplessly over her head, Sarah squealed with delight and shuddered in sudden, blissful orgasm.

Just when Peter was sure Michael was about to join Sarah in orgasm their fucking slowed, then stopped.  They lay still together, their bodies pressed together, their skin glistening with the sweat of their fucking.  Michael slowly released his grip on her wrists and she slipped her arms around him, embracing her lover intimately in the aftermath of her orgasm.  They lay together for a long time, intertwined like lovers, kissing and fondling.  Peter was aroused and horribly jealous.  He wished he were there on the bed with Sarah, instead of tied helplessly to the chair.

After a while Michael pulled away gently.  Sarah let him go with a reluctant groan.  He slipped off the bed and padded into the bathroom, his large erection bobbing gently.  Sarah lay silent on the bed.  She had the blissful aura of a well-fucked woman about her.  Her face was rosy, her eyes dreamy, her lips curled into a peaceful smile.  After a while she shifted on the bed and met Peter's gaze.  She smiled and seemed about to say something, but then Michael came back into the room and her attention was drawn to him once more.  He had their jar of Vaseline from the bathroom.  As Peter watched jealously, Michael slipped back into bed with Sarah.  He kissed her on the lips, then unscrewed the jar of Vaseline and began coating his erection.

"You don't need that," Sarah told him with a lusty voice.  "I'm still wet..."

Michael smiled slyly.  "Not where I'm going to fuck you."

Sarah stiffened noticeably at the insinuation, her smile fading.  Michael gave his glistening cock another stroke and then set the jar of Vaseline aside.  He motioned for Sarah to turn onto her stomach but she hesitated, concern on her face.

"Please, won't you just fuck me the right way?"

Michael seemed amused by her reluctance.  "And what is the ‘right' way, FuckToy?"

"In my... in my cunt," Sarah said quietly.

Michael smiled and kissed her gently.  "On your stomach FuckToy, I'm going to fuck your ass now."

"Please, you'll ruin me..."

Michael chuckled with amusement.  "I'm not going to ruin you.  Not with one fuck.  Now get on your stomach."

Sarah hesitated, then reluctantly rolled onto her stomach.  She closed her eyes and pressed her face into the bed, clutching the sheets apprehensively.  "Please be gentle," she begged softly.

Michael chuckled.  "You should know better than that, FuckToy."  He moved behind her, guiding his thick, slippery cock between her bottom cheeks.  Pausing, he turned to smile tauntingly at Peter.

"Ever fucked your wife's ass, Peter?"

"No sir," Peter answered quietly.

"Your loss.  I'm going to enjoy breaking her in..."  He pushed into her suddenly and deeply, taking her in one smooth motion with only the Vaseline on his cock for lubrication.  Sarah's head snapped up and she cried out, her eyes wide with dismay.

"AaaahhhhhHH!" 

Peter could only watch helplessly as Michael moved his hands to her waist and pressed into her bottom again slowly.  Sarah gasped, her face contorting with dismay.  Michael pulled back and pressed into her again, and this time his thick cock sank deep into Sarah's bottom in one slow, continuous motion.  His balls pressed between her bottom cheeks.  Thoroughly violated, Sarah shuddered and sagged weakly into the bed.

Michael lay unmoving atop her for a long moment, letting her become accustomed to having his thickness in her bottom.  She whimpered softly beneath him.  Then after a moment he began moving inside her gently, just enough to make her wince and gasp.

"Please," she begged, her voice muffled by the bed, "go slow..."

He did go slow, at least at first.  He fucked her bottom with slow, gentle motions for a long while before he began moving with more determination, more urgency.  Sarah whimpered but Michael seemed to enjoy her obvious dismay.  He began fucking her steadily, paying no attention when she begged him to slow down.  He wasn't interested in her pleasure now, only in his own.  He grasped her hair and pulled her head up, and Peter saw the distorted look of lust on Sarah's face.  She smiled at him weakly, then cried out in panic as Michael thrust into her bottom particularly deep.

"Do you like it, my little ass slut?" Michael growled in her ear.  "Tell your husband you like it..."

Sarah shook her head and sobbed.  Michael tightened his grip in her hair and pressed deeper.

"Tell him!"

"Please, you're hurting me!" Sarah gasped with desperate urgency.

"Tell him!"

"I... I like it!" Sarah cried frantically.

"Louder!"

"I LIKE IT!"

"Tell your husband you love it..."

Sarah was nearly crying now.  "I love it!  Please, I love it!  Oh God, please finish!"

Michael stopped fucking her and buried his face in her neck.  "Move your bottom," he told her.  "Fuck yourself on my cock..."

Sarah sobbed and reluctantly began moving her bottom on her lover's cock, slowly at first and then with more urgency, more determination.  She grunted with exertion.  She was obviously desperate to make him cum, but Michael seemed in no hurry.  He let her labor like this for a long while and then he began moving again, timing his thrusts so he went deep inside her bottom as she pushed back.

"I could keep this up all day, FuckToy," he taunted her.  Sarah whimpered with dismay and ground her hips back against him with more urgency.

They fucked like that for a long time, until finally Michael moved his hands to her shoulders and began thrusting into her ass with renewed vigor.  Peter cringed as Michael thrust into her particularly deep.  Soon Sarah's cries became desperate.

"Please finish!  Oh God, please finish!"

But Michael was obviously not interested in her pleasure, only in his own.  "Shut up, bitch!" he growled.  He pushed her face into the bed and pounded into her bottom, paying no attention to her frantic cries as he went too deep.

Just when Peter was beginning to think he just might keep it up all day, Michael grunted and pulled suddenly out of Sarah's bottom.  She gasped at the sudden withdrawal.  She offered no resistance as Michael turned her onto her back and moved up to straddle her chest.  He masturbated feverishly until with a groan he shuddered in orgasm, his come spurting messily over Sarah's face and chest.

When he was done Michael sagged down and lay catching his breath beside Sarah.  She looked exhausted and thoroughly sated.  They lay together for a long time without talking.  Sarah whimpered quietly, her breathing labored, her face and chest glistening with the sheen of her lover's drying cum.  Peter couldn't help but notice jealously how blissfully content she looked.

"How was I?" Sarah asked softly.

Michael smiled.  "You were wonderful.  Very tight..."  He rose and began dressing.  Sarah remained spread out on the bed, watching her lover with dreamy eyes.  When he zipped up his slacks and moved for the bedroom door, her contentment turned to dismay.

"You're not going to stay the night?" Sarah asked in surprise.  The disappointment was obvious in her voice.  Peter felt a stab of jealousy.

"No Sarah, not tonight."  Michael paused in the bedroom doorway and smiled back at her.  Then he was through the door and gone.  Peter sat in silent disbelief, listening to his footsteps fade down the hall, down the stairs.  A moment later came the faint sound of the front door closing downstairs.

Michael was gone.

*    *    *

Sarah lay contentedly on the bed for a long time after her lover was gone.  Peter stared at her.  Neither of them said anything.  She watched him and he watched her.  She looked thoroughly happy, thoroughly sated.  She had the aura of a well-fucked woman about her.  Her face glistened with the sheen of Michael's dried cum, but she made no move to wipe it off.  After a while she rose from the bed and came to stand naked and flushed before her husband.  She looked more beautiful than Peter had ever seen her.

"I love you," he told her with a smile.  It was true.  He'd never loved her more.

Sarah smiled.  "Are you mad, honey?"

"How could I be mad at you?" Peter said softly.

"Jealous?"

"As hell!"

Sarah smiled and reached down to take Peter's cock in hand.  He realized with a start that he was erect.  Their little show had aroused him more than he had realized.  Sarah stroked him for a moment, leaning forward and kissing him as she tugged gently on his cock.  Then she straddled his lap and slowly eased herself down.  She guided his cock with her hand, tucking his swollen glans between her well-fucked cunt lips.  Peter sat helpless, his face flushed, gazing up at his wife with eager anticipation.

She stopped with just his cockhead inside her.

"Would you like to fuck me now, Peter?"

"Yes!"

"Would you?"

"Yes!  Please!"

She gyrated her hips slowly, teasing his cockhead.  "Are you sure?  After Michael just fucked me?"

"Jesus, yes!"  Peter humped upwards, hoping to sink himself into her, but she rose up with an amused laugh, keeping her cunt tantalizingly out of reach.  She lowered herself again and guided his cockhead, and again he thrust desperately.  Again she lifted up just in time, thwarting his desperate thrust.

"You bitch!" Peter blurted out, unable to help himself.  He wanted it so bad...

Sarah laughed.  She moved to kiss him and Peter balked, turning his face away in disgust.  Michael's semen was still on her lips.

"If you kiss me, Peter, I'll fuck you..."

As revolted as he was, the prospect of fucking his wife was just too great.  She moved to kiss him again and this time Peter let her.  Their lips met, her tongue probed teasingly.  The taste of her lover's semen was strong on her lips, but Peter quickly forgot his revulsion as she made good on her promise and lowered herself onto his cock.  Her cunt was deliciously warm and slippery, readied by her earlier lover.  Peter wished briefly that she was fresh, but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and began moving on him, and all thoughts faded from his mind...