I came home early on Friday, glad to be out of the field after an exhausting week. I was still dirty and had cammie paint behind my ears; I was glad to drop my gear in the living room and call out.

"Erin? I'm home honey."

She came out to see me with a smile, a light sheen of sweat on her face, dressed in a leotard.

"Hey baby...I was just finishing up some yoga." She came forward to embrace me, but stopped short, her nose wrinkling. "Phew. I will see you after a shower." I laughed with good humor, only slightly disappointed at not getting a welcome home kiss, but I knew I was ripe.

Hot water, soap and strong scrubbing got my skin pink and fresh again, and I stepped out of the shower to find Erin ready to get in herself.

"I'm going to shower and then we will get supper ready, we are having a guest tonight."

"Oh? Who, honey?" I watched, somewhat discretely, as Erin stripped and got into the glass walled shower.

Erin is tall, slender and lithe, a dancer for years before we married and moved to this base, and still keeps herself in top form. She has beautiful, luxurious and thick brown hair that cascades down her back, high, small conical breasts and a narrow waist. I love her legs...long, perfectly toned but not over muscled, and I love her face. She is beautiful. Too beautiful for me, with a delicate nose, a classic heart shaped face with smooth skin. I know whatever she sees in me is not my looks, but I always valued her looks greatly. I think they appropriately mirror a noble, loving and refined soul. I loved all of her; she looks like she should.

"We have a new neighbor moving in," she called from the shower. "Moving trucks came today, I helped her move some stuff and asked her to come to dinner tonight with us. Is that ok?"

"Oh sure...that sounds nice." I walked back into the bathroom, and opened the shower door a crack. "But I want some time alone with you tonight, ok?"

"Ok," she said with a grin and a kiss through the steam.

Sarah showed up later that night, nothing in hand but her bag, which was fine with me...we had invited her. She was very attractive. Young, blonde, with short hair and a very tight body. More voluptuous than Erin, but still very sexy. At 25 Erin is still coltish; her apple-sized breasts are perfect for her, a contrast to Sarah's round breasts and curvy rear. Not chunky at all, just feminine curves. She wore a cotton summer dress with a short skirt that looked great on her, with an unusual necklace. A silver chain with various rings of gold and silver strung on it.

We chatted away over Margaritas and chicken fajitas and got along famously, although I was very aware after a few minutes talking to her that Sarah had a certain smugness. Whenever one of my soldiers has "pulled one over on me," me, they can't help give a flicker of superiority every once in a while. They just can't keep from flashing a little shit-eating grin because they got one over on the LT.

We sat down on the couches for one last drink, Erin next to me with her legs curled up under her. Sarah was across from me, grinning that grin again. WTF was up with her? We had a fine time, but I was ready to call it a night, ready to spend some time alone with my wife.

"Well Sarah, I have had fun tonight but I am bushed, been out running around all week dressed like a walking bush. Do you need any help tomorrow? "

"Nooooo." She trilled out. "But I thought you could help me tonight. You see, I have something to tell you about that you desperately want to hear."

Instantly Erin and I were on the edge of our seats. I couldn't wait to hear what Sarah had to say, and Erin was leaning forward intently as well. "You see, I have a theory that your lovely wife secretly wants to be my complete slut fuck-doll slave. I think she would rather rim my asshole than kiss you when you come home, and we need to test my theory." I was incredulous and infuriated at this bitch, and I was eager to prove her wrong. Erin snorted and opened her mouth to speak. "Tut-tut-tut! You two are both willing to test my theory. You want me to put your love to the test."

"You're right I do, you..." It is not really in my nature to curse out a woman, so I let that sentence hang. Erin stood up at this point, and turned to me calmly and said with a small smile, "It's ok honey. No one can hurt our love. I am not just willing to have our love tested, I want her to. I know who I love," and she patted my hand. "So, what is this test you have in mind?"

Erin has that; she always stays calm, cool and collected. I am very passionate, which is a great strength sometimes. I excel at endurance events or gut checks because I am fierce; I can lead men because I have a fire that won't die. Erin never gets worked up. When we first fell in love her reserve bothered me, but I realize that is her way. She is not demonstrative, she wasn't going to cry when we made love or make emotional speeches about how she felt about me. She did love me though, and that was what I wanted. Being loved quietly by a quiet person was not bad.

"What a great question Erin! I have a standard test I use, pretty much par for the course now. You are not the first couple I have played with. I thought I would fuck you with a thick, sturdy strap on dildo until you came. Then I would offer you a choice: kiss your husband or beg for me to take your ass. You know this is a fair test."

I couldn't believe we had to do this...a part of my was asking why we had to, but Erin and I looked at each and realized we had to prove our love, and that this was the only way. Sarah stood up and went to her bag by the door. She came back holding a tangled harness with a black rubber dildo attached. "Go ahead honey, you both want to watch quietly while I dress." We sat there, silent as church mice while she removed her summer dress. Off came her cotton bra and panties; she took off white, strappy sandals.

We both watched in mute silence as she stepped into the harness and then pulled it up over her hips. A few quick tugs on straps and buckles and this lovely young blonde girl was standing there in front of us with a black, rubber dildo jutting out obscenely.

She turned sideways and posed for us, grinning like an imp. "Bob, you are just going to watch this and not interfere. Erin, you are going to help me test you and do whatever I say. Come over here on the floor and lie down."

Erin lay down on the rug in front of the couch, and at Sarah's urging pulled up her skirt. She lay there blushing furiously, body passive, her smooth stomach and groin exposed to our view. Sarah knelt down between Erin's legs and moved forward to lightly graze Erin's panties. She pressed her palm against Erin's pubis, and then used her fingers to trace along Erin's inner thigh, back to her panty covered pussy, tracing the outline of her lips. Sarah smiled again and said, "I love doing this, and I know you are going to love this. I want you to slide your panties to one side; I think it looks sooooo sexy to fuck a sweet thing like you with them on, like you were in too much of a hurry to get them off."

Staring up at Sarah, Erin did as she was told, pulling her panties aside. As Sarah moved forward between her legs, Erin even opened her legs more to help. That big rubber dick came down, zeroing in on Erin's sex, stopping just short. "Oops. One thing I forgot to tell you. My dick is a magic dick. My dick is going to give you more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible. This will be 100 times hotter and more exciting than the best sex you ever had with ole Bob here. My dick lights you on fire with arousal, and makes your body crave for more and deeper penetration. My dick feels so god inside you that it is more addictive than coke or heroin, a 100 times more so; nothing feels as good as my dick and redefines what sex is for you."

Erin's eyes were as wide as saucers as she listened to this, and when Sarah's dick poked her, she gasped and closed her eyes. Sarah didn't force her way in, she just rubbed back and forth against my wife's lips. Small gasps were starting to come from Erin's lips, and in only a few moments I could tell she was moving her hips a bit, trying to keep in contact with that maddening pleasure dick.

Sarah was over Erin in a missionary position, grinning and laughing as Erin started to thrust her hips up in frustration as Sarah teased her. She lowered her face until she was just over Erin's ear and said softly, "If you part your lip for me and guide me in it will feel twice as good."

I watched in stunned disbelief as my wife slowly reached down and held her hand near her sex, hesitated a few moments, and then like a damn bursting spread her lips and firmly grasped that black monster.

I have seen it since a hundred times, but that first glimpse of her long, pale fingers wrapped around that obscene black fake cock were instantly and indelibly burned into my mind.

Sarah let Erin guide her in, and then slowly, firmly sank the whole way into my wife. Erin must have been lubricating strongly; Sarah glided into her up to the hilt. Erin's whole body tensed and her eyes flew open, gazing in wonder at the person bringing her to ecstasy. Sarah lay on top of her, and then lowered her whole weight on Erin, head turned to one side and pillowed on Erin's breasts, her dildo stretching Erin out. After resting like this for a few seconds she started a smooth motion, slow and steady fucking and pumping Erin's pussy. The dildo came out glistening and wet and sank back in; Erin's mouth was open in a slack jawed expression of overwhelming pleasure. Drool was leaking out of the corner of her mouth. "Erin, sweetie, you will find that the more you help me fuck you, the better it feels. Using your legs to pull me in, using your hands to hug on to me, everything you do to show that you accept and want my dick makes you feel even more pleasure."

There was no hesitation this time. Those long legs wrapped around Sarah's waist, hugging her in; pale legs crisscrossing a tan back. Erin reached around to Sarah's middle back, hugging and pulling her in, pushing her hips up and trying to twist and really impale herself. Again Sarah whispered a little more brain toxin for Erin. "Sweetie, slut-in-making, you will find that the more passionate and vocal you are to me, the more you express you gratitude, lust and desire for me, the better this feels. Kissing me, sucking my breasts, confessing how much you love this and begging to be used makes you explode in pleasure, makes your body soar and you gut convulse in lust. Oh, and Bob?" She turned to me like a bird of prey. "Watching me fuck your wife is the most erotic thing you have ever seen. My fucking your wife is so hot that you can't help or stop jacking off."

God, she was right. My dick swelled instantly, so hard it hurt. I shucked my pants and started pumping on my dick, eagerly watching my wife get raped by another woman...it wasn't rape though now. Erin was hugging her and loving her back.

"Oh Sarah, oh yes Sarah just like that. Hard like that, straight up and down, oh god I'm on fire for you." She was babbling incoherently, and then started showering kisses all over Sarah's face, then caught Sarah's face in her hands. Eyes wide open, looking straight at her, my wife brought her mouth up in an open kiss; their tongues twined back in forth, and I came with fountains of jism spraying the floor and my legs. "Does this feel good Sarah?" Erin moved her hands up to gently cup and rub Sarah's breasts.

"Yes Erin, that feels good. My breasts are gorgeous; you get hot looking at them and touching them."

"Oh Sarah yea I do love your breasts...I love touching your breasts they are so smooth and soft and wonderful. I love to touch them; I want to suck on them and make your nipples crinkly-"

She was silenced as Sarah started to really lay into her, pounding her cunt and pressing her face down for another deep soul kiss. I was hard again, rubbing my dick frantically, not ready to come again so soon but building up. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen; I felt so jealous but I couldn't stop jacking off it was so hot.

"Erin!"

"Yes Sarah, oh yes Sarah what?"

"This is it honey. You are about to find out what has been missing in your sexuality....submission. Submitting to me, being my fuck-doll, makes you come. When I do things for me and my pleasure and you take it eagerly to prove how much you want to obey me and submit to me you cum." With that she fell forward onto Erin, moving her hands up to maul and twist her breasts while still pumping her hips into Erin.

Erin's whole body tensed and she lifted both of them up, arching her back as she came in an orgasm so powerful I wondered if she hurt herself. I came again, my breath ragged from passion.

The two of them came down, Erin running her hands over Sarah's back, her legs semi-wrapped around Sarah's, whispering sweet words of pleasure and satisfaction to Sarah.

Sarah for her part lay on my wife, her head to one side, idly toying with and then pinching Erin's right nipple. Her eyes lifted to me. "By the way Bob, the best part of jacking off is eating your own come. You just can't get enough of it, and it makes you hungry for the next time you get to watch me use your wife."

My eyes dropped to the rug, and I lowered myself down, feeling a strong sense of satisfaction and an almost sickening lust in my gut as I dutifully lapped up my spend. I heard but did not see Sarah pull out and say, "Erin, would you rather kiss your hubby or take my dick in your ass?"

I finished my job and looked up just in time to see my wife scrambling to roll over, then clutching at her cheeks to pull them apart.

"Oh please oh please Sarah take me like that, take me please. God, that felt so good, nothing ever, nothing oh just fuck me. You were right I want to be your fuck-doll just make me feel that way again."

Sarah laughed; a clear ringing peal of pleasure.

"Well! I guess we solved that mystery. Erin would rather be my slut fuck-doll than kiss you, Bob. She loves my dick more than she loves you. But before I 'take you like that' I need to tell you something. Erin, you don't just love my dick. What this has proved is that you love me. You are desperately, hopelessly, submissively in love with me. I am the most beautiful, wonderful and most important person on earth, and you have one overweening desire: to serve and please me. I am your love, your mistress and your goddess. You know your cunt is my playground, your ass is a slot for being filled by me, your mouth for servicing me, your breasts for me to pleasure or torture at my whim and your are grateful for either. Every pump of my dick into your ass now will make you love me more; every stroke out will emphasize how empty you are without me. You need me to fill up the hole in your life."

Erin was laying there, visibly trembling as she took all this in. As she turned her head from side to side I could see her mouth working but nothing coming out. But as Sarah pushed her fingers from Erin's cunt to her ass Erin burst out shouting

"Oh God Sarah I love you! I love you so much and I want to prove it to you! Please please please fuck my holes...they're for you! Oh Sarah you are so lovely and hot I just want to be your fuck-doll! I love that word...I'm a fuck-doll for Sarah! I'm Sarah's fuck-doll!"

"O-K, honey! Shh-hhh. It's time for you to learn what I like. Suck on this while I sodomize you." Sarah guided her dildo into Erin's anal ring.

We had never had anal sex; she had never wanted me to touch her there. Now Erin pulled as hard as she could to get her butt-cheeks open for Sarah, wriggling back to help in her sodomy. As the ring of her anus expanded around the head of that huge black dick a low whistling moan of pain came out of Erin's mouth, silenced in turn as Sarah reached around to put the finger she had used on Erin's asshole into her mouth. Erin's eye's opened at the taste, and then she obediently began to suck and lick it clean, giving the merest of grunts as Sarah worked her strap-on into my wife's ass. Finally she was in, lying on my wife's back with that thing inside her. Sarah had me get a pillow to put under Erin's hips, once she had the angle right that rhythmic thrusting into my wife started again. "How does it feel, little fuck-doll?"

"Oh. Oh it hurts Sarah, god you're so big in there. I like it so much, I-I-I oh I you're so big and it makes me love you more. I like to have you fuck me in the ass and hurt me. Please Sarah don't ever stop using my ass, it makes me feel little and obedient oh-oh-oh..."

Sarah moved one hand around to play with and pinch Erin's sensitive nipples; she came soon again, whistling and grunting, flecks of spit appearing at the corners of mouth.

"Play with yourself slut. Use both hands and go to town on your cunt; make it feel good but be hard on yourself." Erin's hand flew down to her crotch; her forehead went down to the carpet as she strained to cram fingers into her cunt and fiercely press on her clit.

"Oh yea Sarah, oh yea keep pounding me like that. Sarah, Sarah sweetheart I am crushing my clit right now with one hand, oh I almost have the other one all the way up in my c-c-c-cunt!" Sarah pumped for a while longer, and then Erin and I came serially.

I was busy cleaning up from my third orgasm (it was starting to hurt now) as the two lovers calmed down. When I was done they where still laying there, joined at Erin's ass, Erin apparently on her own initiative cleaning her fingers of her own juices.

Sarah finally disengaged, and stood above Erin, looming over her.

"Erin honey, just a quick spot check. Would you rather give Bob a kiss right now, he looks lonely and all, or clean my dirty dick with your mouth?" Erin actually grinned.

"Sarah, Sarah you know I live to please you. Please let me show you, please teach me to be the best slut for you, please give me chances like this." As she spoke she rose to her knees. She turned for the first time since this started, and looked me straight in the eye. We had a tableau going there for a moment; Sarah, hands on her hips, black dildo standing straight out, Erin on her knees looking at me, and I naked from the waist down, starting to get hard again. Then Erin looked at her mistress, smiled again and leaned in to suck. Lovingly, with the tenderest detail and care, she service that rubber cock like it was the thing she loved most in the world. She licked, sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, drug her tongue along looking to clean every bump and fake vein on that thing. It was supremely sexual and ritualistic; sex theater done for the benefit of everyone in the room.

When she was finally done she settled back on her haunches and threw her long hair back with a toss of her head.

With conscious grace, the grace of a classically trained dancer, Erin lowered herself forward, bending at the waist, hands still on her thighs. She brought her mouth down on Sara's front foot and began to gently lave away.

"You like my feet Erin?"

"I love every part of you." She cocked her head to look up again at her mistress. "It feels...appropriate, to be at your feet. I feel like a slave, I feel submissive. It makes me feel good to show you how much I love you, and being submissive is the best way to show you my love.

With that, she went back to lapping, delicato, at Sarah's feet.

"That's right Erin. You love my feet. They are so delicate and feminine that you worship them. You get tremendous sexual pleasure from worshipping my beautiful feet, you love the taste, texture and especially the smell of them. You love to suck on my toes, they drive you crazy and you want to fit as much as you can in your mouth; you love to slowly lick my arch and show your devotion through your tongue. It makes your cunt catch on fire and get sloppy wet, it makes you want to play with yourself for my amusement."

As with each new statement Erin's composure lessened and her passion increased. In moments she was moaning, no longer making a conscious act of obeisance but instead passionately getting her tongue over every inch of Sarah's delicate feet she could. Sarah lifted her foot and pressed on Erin's head, pushing her backward until she had unfolded and was flat on her back. Sarah pushed her foot onto Erin's face, and Erin responded by holding it with both hands and licking away frantically at the sole of her foot. Sarah pressed down, almost smothering Erin, who merely groaned and licked harder, pushing her tongue out as far as it would go. Sarah repeated, "You worship my feet you slut, and you can't get enough of worshipping them. Go ahead, finger fuck yourself...I know you want to."

Erin brought both her hands down, rubbing her fingers to get them wet and then inserting them. She got the fingers of one hand in, and struggled to get more. "If you really loved me you would have both hands crammed in that cunt."

"Unngggg!" With a cry of pain and pleasure, Erin got the fingers of both hands in, obscenely stretching her pussy; she began to buck in the now familiar convulsions of her new, passionate orgasms. No quiet "Oh's" anymore; now she was vocal and wild, head stock-still to keep licking her mistress's foot while her hips rocked and pumped.

Sarah pulled her foot off Erin's face and stood straddling her head.

"By the way honey, I almost forgot. In addition to having a fetish for my beautiful feet, you have a fetish for stockings and high heels. You can't get enough of me wearing them; they rev your motor, and you get a tremendous submissive thrill for constantly dressing that way for me. Everyday you dress yourself asking, 'What would make me look slutty and hot for Sarah?' You are a lipstick lesbian for me, wanting to be beautiful in sexy underwear, heels and pantyhose. You'll vary it to keep it fresh, but you have a daily ritual of dressing for me in slutwear that makes you hot...makes you cunt wet and leaky."

Erin lay on her back, nodding in agreement as she cleaned her hands of her own juices.

Sarah reached down and undid the buckles of her harness, stepping out of the dildo and tossing it aside, stepping back to again straddle Erin's head. Erin's eyes flicked away to follow the dildo with a look of remorse and longing.

"Look at my cunt!" Sarah squatted down so that she was only inches from Erin's face. "My cunt is your love! You love my sweet pussy...memorize every inch of it! Sweetie, my cunt tastes so good you will be addicted to it; you yearn always and at every turn to gently, lovingly and reverently suck and worship my pussy. The taste is intoxicating, the smell is divine and you love pleasuring me. You can't get enough of sucking my cunt because you love me and you love my cunt." She flipped around, now facing backward, squatting with her cheeks just above Erin's nose. "Smell that...smell my ass. My ass is gorgeous and perfect. Reach up and pull my cheeks apart." Erin gently parted Sarah's cheeks, looking intently at her anus. "My ass is lovely, but my asshole is divine. You love the taste of my shitter. You love the taste of my shitter."

"Oh Sarah I love the taste of your shitter....please let me taste it, please!" Sarah pushed her butt down, and I watched my wife close her eyes in religious ecstasy and inhale deeply, her nose pressed in Sarah's crack. That long pink tongue came out, and then disappeared up into Sarah's ass.

"Oh yea...all the way up." She sank lower, smothering Erin with her ass. "Get it up there...that feels great. Your tongue is all squirming and wet up there. Can you taste my ass?" Erin pulled her tongue back for a moment to gasp out,

"Oh yes! Oh god it tastes so good...It is bitter and makes me a slut for you Sarah." She went back to her task, noisily, wetly rimming her owner.

"The farther you get it up me the better you feel about yourself and the hotter you get...the more your tongues hurts stuck up me the more you feel dominated, submissive and in love with me. Reach up here and stroke me you cunt." Erin let go of Sarah's cheeks and slid her hands up and under Sarah's bottom, reaching to her front to rub and finger her. "That feels good sweetie...rub in circles and move your other fingers in and out slowly. Get that tongue farther in, show me you love me!" I could see Erin's neck muscles straining, her head cocked back as she struggled to get her tongue as far up that dark hole as she could.

Sarah built to her peak, grinding her ass onto Erin and being stroked by Erin's hands to orgasm, a small groan of pleasure as she came. "Good Erin, that felt good." She stood up, stretching her legs out as Erin's hands flew to her mouth.

At the first taste of Sarah's juice's Erin's eyes opened in surprise. Inhaling deeply, smearing cunt juice under her nose, my wife greedily licked her hands clean.

"Oh god Sarah you are right...it's perfect, it's perfect please let me have more." Sarah looked at Erin, smiled and sat on the couch, legs open. Erin came to her knees, begging with honest fervor, "Please Sarah, please let me worship you that way...your pussy is so beautiful...I love it and I love you." She crept forward, babbling and pleading eternal devotions to Sarah's cunt, no longer looking at Sarah, staring mesmerized at that glistening hole. She stopped short of touching Sarah, between her widely stretched out legs with a look of genuine torture on her face.

"Please."

Sarah grinned and cocked her finger in a 'come here.' Erin placed a hand on each of Sarah's thighs and leaned in to inhale deeply, prepatory to pushing her face into Sarah's sloppy sex. Erin couldn't seem to get enough, rubbing her nose and face all over that sopping hole, licking and slurping, finally planting her mouth over Sarah's pussy and sucking, sucking, sucking for all she was worth. Sarah started to peak again, hiking her hips forward in her own rhythm of pleasure.

Eventually the pleasure built for Sarah so that her grin and insouciance faded away to be replaced by genuine passion; she came again murmuring Erin's name. Finally she pushed Erin away, who had not stopped sucking and licking, would not have stopped until she was forced to. Like a hungry child unsatisfied by a morsel Erin licked her lips and the corners of her mouth to get any stray juice, staring forlornly at the altar of Sarah's sex, the altar of Erin's new faith.

"Come here hon'." they snuggled together for a while, Erin utterly content and proud as Sarah continued "That was great Erin. You did great. I'm going to keep as my slut for a long time." Sarah hugged my wife to her, pulling up Erin's blouse to play with her tits. Erin sat up for a second to unclip her bra and then snuggled in again, making small mews of pleasure with her eyes closed as Sarah fiddled with and pinched her nipples. That went on for a while, Erin content to bask in her mistress's approval until Sarah sighed and sat up. "Go sit next to Bob there, sweetie."

"Well! That was fantastic, I want to thank you Bob for being such a good audience. You may have guessed that I am something of an exhibitionist. I find it particularly rewarding to have a husband watch; you might say I specialize in married couples now. Now, Erin, if you give a lesbian whose cunt you have sucked your wedding ring, it permanently and irrevocably makes you a complete lesbian slut who is thrilled at being a lesbian slut...a lipstick lesbian who is in love with the idea of being a lesbian. Knowing this, will you give me your ring please honey?" Erin glanced at me for a second with the merest flicker of guilt (had we ever really loved each other?) before crawling forward to remove her ring and stretch it out with a trembling hand.

"Please, please take it from me Sarah so I can be a lesbian whore for you....I need to be a better lesbian cunt lapper, you can make me better, make me more committed to being queer for you." Sarah took it, and Erin convulsed in a shudder when the ring left her hand before resuming her upright kneeling position.

"As you wish my dear. For the rest of your life you are a confirmed lesbian; soft breasts, round asses and that split peach between a girl's legs is what makes you get all fluttery inside and want to fuck and suck. Isn't that right?"

"Oh god yes Sarah, I wish, I wish I had known sooner how much I love to suck pussy and be used by girls."

"Now honey, now that you've been used by a girl, been fucked by a real woman, answer me a question. Which was more satisfying? My dick or Bob's?"

"I live for your cock Sarah! It rules me, I need it...I'm empty, oh I feel so empty and I need your cock to make me full, to take away the emptiness. He never satisfied me, only you can. I-"

"So, given that his cock is inferior to mine, will you ever take his cock in you again? Will you ever let that inferior cock soil your pussy or ass?" Erin paused for a moment; my heart lifted, but she said

"No" in a tone of deliberate consideration. "No, his inferior cock will never soil my pussy again or my ass." Sarah turned to me.

"Bob-o, you heard the woman. Your cock does not satisfy her; you understand and accept this. You are never gonna fuck your wife again, and there is nothing you can do about it." It was true; I could not summon up the least amount of emotion about this save acceptance. "You still love her; you two are going to stay married, but the dominant fact of your life is that Erin loves me more than she ever loved you. And Erin honey, I want you to remember that you still have feelings for Bob. You just love me so much more that you can't help yourself. You are compelled to betray your husband and be my lesbian love-slave fuck-doll. The betrayal adds spice doesn't it?" Erin nodded in comprehension. It was all true.

"Now Bobby my boy, don't look so hang-dog. I want to USE you, not torture you. I'm the most beautiful woman you have ever seen; I am the light of your eyes." It was true; she was perfect, a "10," a walking wet dream. Erin was pretty, but Sarah was so beautiful my throat got dry looking at her. "You are grateful for the crumbs I throw your way, and you love watching me fuck your pretty little wife...in fact the betrayal of your wife's lesbian infidelity just adds spice. You just love jacking off watching me fuck her, my slave, my property I took from you, and I am so beautiful and hot to watch fucking girls you are just a jack-off freak for it." After all that, after all the jerking off I had done earlier, my cock got hard again thinking about this gorgeous creature fucking her whore. "Ok...Bobby, you go to bed now and have erotic dreams of denial and infidelity...and me." She flashed a smile at me as I got up to go to bed, my cock still ridiculously hard. "I'm taking Erin back to my place for a little more fun...the night is young after all. I'll send her back in the morning."