George had turned off the alarm before going to work and I found the tape and his note when I finally got up, and it was already nearing noon. It didn’t even occur to me that this was Jesse’ normal day to come by, so when I heard the knock at the door I didn’t have a clue who it might be. I was a little shocked that it was Jesse and he blurted out that he was worried, and thus came by early to check on me. I reminded him that I had told him not to come back unless I called him, and he still didn’t seem to hear me because he went right past me after shutting the door. I caught up to him and told him how things had really gotten muddled up, but he turned and took me into his arms. I kept telling him I wanted him to leave and how we couldn’t do this again and how horrible I had been to my husband and… right up until he was spreading my legs to fuck me yet again.

It’s amazing how feeling a nicely thick cock sliding it’s way into your belly will make every thought in your head fade away, and every moral to seem properly observed. I told him as he began his gentle stroking into me that I really needed him to stay away for a while. His response was that as soon as he believed that I really wanted him to stay away, that he would. I bit my lip instead of telling him what I really should have, but he just felt so damn good in me. I finally managed to squeak out that he could have this one final fuck, but I really wanted him to stay away for at least a few weeks. I figured after George fell into a routine with Kelly, that he might be able to tolerate Jesse hitting me once in a while. Oh, if he only knew.

Jesse asked me if I expected any customers at my diner today and I told him I sincerely doubted it. I told him that this time I wanted to feel him in me as deeply as possible when he got off. It would be the first time for that and I really wanted to feel it once before I had to send him away. Jesse was doing just about the opposite of everything this time. Instead of holding my legs in the air, he was holding them flat against the bed with his own legs. His thrusting was much more intense. And he groped at my boobs like a high school kid. He was like a second stranger within my first. And when he was ready to cum, he was staring me in the eyes to be sure I was ready to cum with him. When he finally bottomed out in my vagina and started shooting off in me, it felt like a warm bath inside of me.

Everything felt simply magnificent, despite the head full of guilt I had. I held him to me and told him I really wished we could continue on with our affair, but I really needed to get back to a safe place in my marriage before taking on anything new. I kept gripping his softening prick with my pussy as if to savor every moment of him. While still panting for air, he tried to mark me with another hickey, but I kept turning away. Besides, George had been too out of it to have seen the first one anyway. He grabbed my nipple in his teeth and insisted on biting me into a love bite there. That wouldn’t be so obvious and it felt really good, so I let him do that.

After a few minutes, he started talking about how much fun he had with my husband the other day. He even got me to tell him what it was like watching Kelly fucking his mouth. And then I felt his cock growing in me again. It had to be one of the wildest feelings I ever had. He was going for a second round at me and I just couldn’t fight him. This time my legs did go back into the air and he seemed to become fixated on taking another shot at my husband. I started kidding him that after Kelly furtively made him a full time “partner”, that I would ask him if he wanted to do it again. I told him I would love to see him take my husband again. It had been so absolutely primitive male combat between them the other day.

I may have made that comment just a bit early. While Jesse had me bent in half with my cunt fully exposed to him, pounding away at me a second time and moaning in total delight, my world went bust yet again. I saw George standing over Jesse’ shoulder by the door.

“Fuck! No, George. I’m sorry… I tried to say no… but he…” I was trying in vane to get Jesse off me, and he was just starting to catch on to what was happening behind him. When he pulled out of me and I finally got my feet back on the bed, George turned without saying a word and walked out. I screamed for him to stop, but when he didn’t I did the first thing that came to mind and screamed at Jesse to stop him. Even as I ran after them, I was trying to stop them both. The way Jesse took off had such a bad body language to it. Here Jesse and I were totally nude and running for the front door. I saw Jesse launch himself at the door to slam it shut just as George had it partially opened. Then it got really bad.

Jesse picked George up by his shirt collar and ran him backwards until they were at the couch and pushed him down on it. He was so physical with my husband, but yet it didn’t appear to me that he was getting hurt at all… really. I finally got in front of Jesse and was trying to push him off George. It felt so odd feeling my tits bouncing around so hard in the open air while I tried getting him off George. I’d never wrestled with anyone in the nude before.

When I got them to both stop moving, Jesse was still hanging onto George by the collar of his shirt. I couldn’t help but see that Jesse was sporting an amazing erection and I don’t think it was a left over from a moment ago. I flashed over to George’s face and saw the same look on him as two days ago when Jesse was setting him up to suck him off. I went back to Jesse’ face and saw what was going on between them. I wanted so badly to jump in and stop what I feared was going on, but instead I starting standing upright which took me away from their faces. George’s eyes darted to mine again and seemed to ask me for help. I bit my lip and tried to say I couldn’t, but Jesse was already moving up on his body. All my body would let me do was back up and kneel on the floor a couple of feet away. The heat started welling up in my pussy in an instant as I saw Jesse bringing his cock closer to my husband’s mouth. I had both hands in my crotch, was breathing so hard, and couldn’t believe that after last night that I wasn’t doing anything to stop this assault on the guy I loved most in the world.

Jesse was getting into that primeval state that put him in the dominant position again, and poor George… I couldn’t bring myself to interfere with the natural order of things. I’m such a fucking bitch. This time I wasn’t even trying to hide my own actions in the least. And Jesse even stopped to give me a choice, which I promptly blew.

“It’s up to you babe. You want me to stop, or you want to see me have a little fun here?”

He looked at me eye to eye with his cock thumping on its own against George’s face. I looked at George again and he was waiting for me to spare him, but I again bit my lip to keep from interfering in what was between these two men. Besides, if I did take up sides at this point, George really wouldn’t want to hear me vocalize it.

“Well babe, what do you say?”

I still wanted to stay out of it. I knew what the outcome would be if I did, and since it was already happening again, I just said, “This is between you two.” I watched George closing his eyes at hearing that and then he opened his mouth on his own. When Jesse looked down at him because he had stopped struggling, he saw his open mouth and said, “That’s the answer I wanted. You know who the bitch is around here, don’t you?” I went nuts on my pussy as I saw Jesse put just the tip of his cock in my husbands mouth, and George seemed to close his lips around it immediately. I watched him work just the tip of his cock back and forth between my husband’s lips, and I gazed in disbelief as it appeared George had given in. He certainly appeared to be working the cock of my other lover.

I felt faint from having forgotten to breathe as I wondered why he had given in. Was he starting to like this? Did he hate me so much he just didn’t care anymore? Could it be that this male interaction had its own set of rules that were beyond my grasp of knowledge?

Jesse was breathing really hard himself and pulled back a little too far. Again I was amazed to see my husbands lips remain parted as if waiting for Jesse to give him back his cock. I’d never even thought about my husband ever going gay, or even bi, but his actions had me bouncing on my knees. Watching him suck my boyfriend’s cock was the most outlandish thing I could have ever wished for. At one point I lost sight of the union between my guys and noticed that Jesse must have shot a squirt of his precum on my husbands shirt. I didn’t even know a guy could do that.

It appeared that George had no fight left in him or else just found it fruitless to try. It seemed that he was just doing as his superior male was desiring of him. Damn, this male posturing and their settling of dominance issues was the wildest aphrodisiac a girl like me could ever dream of seeing right in front of her eyes.

Jesse seemed almost to be toying with my husband up until he started to get into it. I watched him begin going deeper into his mouth and George getting his head squashed up against the arm of the sofa as he tried to keep from getting stabbed too deeply. I was already working on my third orgasm when the gurgling noises started up, and I tried to reposition myself to see his face. When he started gagging and gasping for air, I looked toward Jesse as if to tell him to go easier, but the confident look on his face told me that he knew what he was doing and that despite the sounds emanating from my husband, he would endure.

I was so frigging enthralled with the sight before me, I actually leaned the side of my face on the edge of the couch so I could see what was going on. When I saw Jesse take his final plunge and hold still, I threw my hand onto my husbands throat and could feel not only the head of Jesse’ cock, but his spurts pulsing against George’s throat. As the heat was flowing from Jesse and myself, I ran my hand slowly down my husbands throat, over his chest, and felt a fullness in his pocket. I seemed to know what I was feeling and fished it out just as Jesse’ flaccid cock was coming out of George’s throat.

I took one look at the folded item and knew what it was, but I didn’t want to believe it. Jesse looked at me in his spent condition and saw I was floored. I mouthed for him to leave and fast, as I went back to staring at the folded paper in my hand. Everything was falling into place. Even the color of the paper was right. There was a post-it note clipped to the paper and I knew it had something awful written on it. I looked at George who was just laying where Jesse had left him. He was staring back at me, then towards the paper I held. He was probably wondering if I was smart enough to put it all together. Now the torment and pain was in my face. As it all came together in my head, I realized I had blown it even worse than all the other times. Tears started flowing fast and freely down my face.

When I thought about how George seemed to give up so fast and stopped fighting Jesse, my heart wanted to just stop beating. It was clear that I had just added to the worse day in his life, and had helped beat him into total submission; his total ruin as a man. I reached out to touch the spot of what was clearly dried sperm on his shirt, I thought about how Jesse and I should have had plenty of time to finish our rendezvous yet George was there for some reason, and then I held this familiar piece of paper in my hand. I wasn’t crying, yet I hurt so much I could feel my tears running down my face and dripping onto my chest as I opened the paper up. That got me to cry out loud when I saw I was right. I read the note that was attached to our fourth check. It read, “Had a great time, send Danielle right back to the office to give me the signed check. You’ve earned the rest of the day off for a most excellent nooner.” It wasn’t signed, but it didn’t have to be. I heard Jess shutting the front door quietly.

My dear sweet husband that had once been the epitome of manhood to me had just been sexually assaulted by fellow males twice in the last hour. That was why he gave up so easy, where the spot on his shirt had come from, and why he was home early carrying a check. The “right back” had been underlined and I thought it important that I show up fast. Besides, I couldn’t face George a second longer. I got up and went to get my clothes on and went back to where George was still lying motionless. I sat next to him and leaned over him. I held my cheek to his and then kissed him on the cheek, yet again. I whispered in his ear that I prayed that he would be here when I got back… but that I wouldn’t blame him if he wasn’t. I kissed his cheek again and left with tears running down my face.

My hands were fumbling with everything. Just an hour ago I was sure that George and I could work it out, but now I was disgusted with myself. I had become the worst kind of a whore I could possibly think of and I’d known some bad ones. I called Kelly on my car phone to tell him that there had been a huge problem. He was clearly annoyed with me and said he expected me in his office, bent over his desk within the next fifteen minutes. I was pissed that he didn’t seem to care in the slightest what my problem had been, only that he needed his gratification.

It was so fitting that he should be treating me as a mindless slut. I found myself hurrying to be sure I wasn’t late twice. His receptionist was missing again from the front desk and I was glad. I walked into his office as I was getting use to doing and was still holding the check in my hand. I held it out for him without saying a word, but he didn’t move to take it. Instead he looked at his watch which told me what he expected. I numbly walked over to where he had last taken me and pulled my top over my head. He started approaching me, so I lifted my skirt to my waist, tugged my panties down till they fell to my ankles, and bent over his desk to give him free access to my ass.

I heard him dropping his pants and then his hands went onto my back, pushing me into the desk. I turned my head to one side and one of his hands pushed against the side of my face, mashing it into the blotter again. I was totally numb when he started fucking me. I remember him slamming himself into my ass so hard I was getting launched forward on every thrust. Again my tears started flowing. By the time I heard him grunting towards his finishing efforts, I had soaked the blotter with my tears. When he withdrew from me I saw I still held a now crumpled check in my hand that he was trying to get from me.

I stood up and reached for my underwear and pulled them on. I grabbed my top and pulled it back over my head. I looked at Kelly and asked him if he was done with me and he just shrugged his shoulders while he tucked his shirt back in. I was certainly finished serving myself up to him.

I was a fucking zombie all the way home. George’s car was still there, but I had such a fear that my husband had done something awful to himself while I was gone fucking his boss. Instead, he was still lying right where I had left him. It didn’t look like he had moved an inch. I sat by him on the edge of the couch in total silence and rubbed his hair. After several minutes he asked me one thing. My lying was over, I had to answer him truthfully.

“Did you fuck him?”

I wished I had one last lie in me, but I didn’t. I started nodding my head and said, “Yes.” I didn’t even want to insult him with any excuses why I had.

I couldn’t have figured out why with an army of shrinks, but after another minute, he simply sat up, and pushed on my shoulders to lay me back on the couch. He lifted my short little skirt out of the way, and then hooked his thumbs into my panties to pull them off. In some twisted way I thought he wanted to inspect me to make sure I wasn’t lying to him. The next thing I knew he was spreading my legs wide open and leaning into my crotch. When I felt his tongue lap once deeply through my lips, I pushed down on his head to get him away from me, but I didn’t deter him at all. I tried telling him to stop; that I couldn’t let him do that to me now. I tried closing my legs, but he had me held tightly in the position he wanted me in. And perhaps worse of all, he was really giving me one of his famous girl blowjobs. The only difference was that it seemed that he was trying to actually lick every drop of his boss’ cum out of me. After he showed a particular seriousness about what he was doing, I gave in despite not knowing what was going on.

I decided to see what would happen if I tried helping him, so I widened my legs a little and pushed my vulva closer to his face and asked, “Is that better?” He seemed to moan his approval. I had no idea what was going on, but his skilled actions on me was breaking me down. I started to give him some moaning feedback and move my pussy around like I normally would. He just kept working at me. He had worn me down and I started becoming an active participant. I guess I was acting as nutty as he was, because I soon found myself gripping fistfuls of his hair while pulling him hard against me. I thrashed my head from side to side, moaned wildly, and bucked my pelvis into his face.

George seemed to like my actions so much, that I decided to do just as I had in the past days, and decided to treat him just as Jesse and Kelly had done; as a dominant male. I twisted out from under him and had to fight him to allow me to. I got him to roll over onto his back and threw my leg between his head and the back of the sofa. When he understood what I was doing, he stopped fighting me. I sat right over his lips and he didn’t hesitate to sink his tongue into me as deeply as he could. I still couldn’t make sense of what was going on, but I tried to get as lewd as possible since it seemed to be what he was craving.

I leaned over his face to rest on my elbows, rubbed my pussy into his face and asked, “You like that sweetie?”

He murmured in the affirmative, so I kicked it up as far as I could think. “Ohhh, yeah. Get it all, every drop.” His tongue worked harder despite hearing his breathing getting labored while covered by my crotch.

“You like that, don’t you? I love the feel of your tongue… cleaning me up. Can you taste your boss? Some of Jesse is still in there.” I sat back up so I could see his face. His eyes were closed, but he was working quite diligently. I rubbed the sides of his temples and saw that for some reason he seemed to flip into the very thing that he had seemed to hate so much just weeks ago.

Now that he had driven me way past the edge of horniness, I started using him like the cheap whore I had become.

“Eat me, eat up every fucking drop of my men’s cum.” I felt George starting to buck his hips slowly. “I bet you like Jesse’ better, don’t you? Would you like me to get more of it for you? Huh?” His hips started bucking faster and harder. I was driving him into a frenzy now, and god knows he deserved some relief. “I don’t know why you’re liking this, but I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll feed you like this every day if you want. Would you like that?”

I could see that despite lying on his back, he was working himself off and was very near to cumming over the twisted things I was saying to him. His moaning had grown quite loud. I owed it to him to finish him off.

“Eat me you bastard… or I’ll get Jesse back here and… and I’ll have him fuck your face raw… for me to watch.” That did it; he lifted his hips off the couch and gave one long moan that vibrated my cunt so much that I added to the remnants of men’s sperm in me. I fell forward over his head as I ground my cunt into his face.

When I was finishing my own quivering, I felt his hips lie back flat on the couch. I sat back and saw his eyes were closed. I slid off his face and could see the stain forming through his pants. I had to see the mess he had made for some reason and opened his pants. When I pulled back his shorts, he had indeed dumped a very good amount of cum into his underwear. With his eyes still closed, I just had to find out one last thing before I demanded some answers from him.

I scooped a finger full of his own ejaculate, and rubbed it onto his pursed lips. He put a look on his face that I expected, but I demanded, “Open… your… fucking… mouth!”

He did as I wanted, and while he held his mouth open, I pushed his sperm off his lips and onto the back of his teeth. He was behaving well for me, so I scooped another glob of his own sperm from his belly and underwear, and wiped it into his mouth. I continued until I had gotten as much of the mess he had made that I could. I pushed his mouth closed and told him to hold it in his mouth and taste it until I got back. I went to the kitchen, not to get anything at first, but to watch him and see what his reaction was when he thought I wasn’t looking. I was totally stymied. I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of our favorite champagne. I got a couple of glasses and went back to sit next to him. He had me totally off balance, but when I told him to swallow the mess he had made, he did it. His face seemed expressionless, void of emotion. He finally opened his eyes and I wanted to say something, but it seemed to take forever to think of anything. I slipped my panties back on as I sat down on the floor beside him.

I said, “So, Kelly made you do him again today, huh?”

Slowly his words answered, “Yeah.”

“Did you like it better today?”

He twisted his jaw and I could tell he had something embarrassing to say.

“No, but… he told me what you two had been “training” me for. He told me… to expect to… be prepared to suck his cock everyday after lunch. I guess that’s why you decided to have Jesse help you. You know, in training me.”

I was shocked that he knew that, and that Kelly had already told him about what he had in store for him. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.

“So, have I met your desired level of training. I got my face fucked by my boss, your newest boyfriend. Then I come home and interrupted you preparing another load from your other boyfriend, Jesse, but got fucked in my mouth again instead. And then of course you had to run out for my next load to feed me. While you were gone, I just decided to quit fighting it. You win.”

“I didn’t want this…”

“But you got it. You asked about calling Jesse back? Go ahead, he might as well get his fill of me. You can watch and fuck yourself while you watch me getting my face fucked again.” He reached out, grabbed my hand and placed it on his throat. “You can feel his cum going down my throat and jack off. You really seemed to like that.”

It was all so clear to me now. He had just pleasured me not for my sake, but as my punishment. And he didn’t appear to be ready to stop hammering that fact into me any time soon. He kept telling me things that he had experienced and in such minute detail at points. Things I thought was out of his view or had simply escaped him were being thrown in my face like acid. He said some of the most vulgar things, and some things that could have remained unknown to me. At one point he wondered aloud if I even cared which of my two boyfriends had fucked his face the best, or better yet as he put it, tasted better in the end. He went off talking almost to himself as if he were trying to decide which man had the best tasting sperm, which one had used him the hardest or treated him the best, which man had made love to me so well that it had belittled him the best. I was somewhat shocked when he answered to all of his own questions that he thought Jesse had been the winner in all the areas. He even smacked his lips and said how he thought he was really growing a taste for “my man” Jesse. A few minutes ago that statement would have made me cum harder than ever.

I reached for the bottle of champagne and opened it. It took a long time to open as I was being berated non-stop by my husband. He wasn’t even saying much about me directly, but it was all about me in one way or another. When I finally got the bottle opened, I poured myself a glass. I drank it down in one long gulp. I stared at George as I could see his mouth ramble on. I poured myself another glass, and then filled the second glass. I handed it to George and held mine up waiting for our traditional toast. He would normally come up with something, but I started before he had a chance.

“I guess I won. I’m a whore, you’re a cocksucker, and Jesse and Kelly appear to be the real winners.” I raised my glass higher as George bumped it with his and I said, “To our failed marriage, and our impending divorce.”

I had no right, but when George didn’t argue over my last statement I got mad. I seemed to just have to make things worse by adding just to piss him off, “Let’s call Jesse back. We can celebrate in style. You can get your face fucked again and I’ll stay right there so I can feel your fucking throat as he makes you eat his cum.”

George reached for the phone to hand to me and dared me. I pushed his hand away, all pissed off. But George hit star, sixty-nine and said, “We’ll just invite which ever one called last, okay?”

I tried to remember who had called last and prayed that he didn’t really call anyone that would make this fight worse, if that were possible. I remembered my office had called just after I woke up, so I should be safe. But apparently, Jesse had called to check on me while I was off getting fucked by Kelly.

“Hi, how’s it going?” I could barely hear the sound of someone else on the line, so I knew he had made the call. “I’ve got to tell you, Danielle is so lonely since you left. She didn’t get to fuck you again and is so upset over that. We’re over here celebrating our breakup and I thought you might want to come on back over, and you know… help her feel good about that.” He was so glib about it that I wondered if whoever he had called had hung up on him. Then he added, “Hey, you can even fuck a hole in my head if you want. You know how much she loves to see you do that to me.” He paused as if listening and then said, “He wants to make sure you’re all right,” and handed me the phone. My heart broke when I heard Jesse asking me if I was okay and what had happened that scared me so much before he had left. I told him I was all right, but that I had to hang up. Just before I did, I heard him get pissed and said he was coming over to see for himself. I tried to stop him, but he hung up.

I looked up at George and said in amazement, “He’s coming over. He wants to make sure I’m okay.”

I kept looking back and forth at his face between his eyes. I use to be able to tell with one quick look what he was thinking, but now I wasn’t getting anything. I nearly had to tackle him back onto the couch to get my arms around him in a way that he couldn’t push me away. I apologized profusely over my conduct and even made attempts to offer myself up for him to abuse in some way.

I finally decided that maybe if I explained why I was so taken by the whole male on male thing that maybe he could at least understand my compulsions. I tried like all hell to get him to understand me. I finally kissed him on the lips and told him how over every other man of earth that he was the one I would always choose first. I could tell that having kissed him on the lips despite the smell wafting from his face made a huge impression. He gulped quite visibly and we began talking seriously. Then he finally told me why he had changed his mind and why he had been acting like he had all day. Or so, I was willing to believe at the time.

“My life is over. Kelly made it very clear that he owned me now, and that you even told him you would help him keep me under his thumb as long as you get to watch now and then. Do you love me so much that seeing that stuff happen to me really could turn you on?”

“I can’t pretend watching you being dominated by another guy doesn’t turn me on. I go into another fucking world. I was always promised that you wouldn’t get hurt and that this was just something that goes on between alpha males and…” I suddenly realized my next words would kill a part of him, but my lying was over. “… and the weaker ones. It’s not that I think you’re weak… it’s just next to these guys, they have something over you. I must be thick and demented, because I’ve never cum so hard as when I watched those things being done to you. It’s like those stories you use to read online where one guy was dominating the other that started this whole fetish.”

It dawned on me that he hadn’t known about me knowing about those letters. His eyes drifted downwards. When I kissed him on the lips again, I felt ill at the taste of his mouth, but I kept kissing until he pulled away.

George looked me square in the eye and asked, “You really love me the most? But you really want to keep me under your thumb, too. Don’t you?”

I felt so ashamed, but I bit my lip and nodded to him. “Yes… to both.”

That’s when we both heard Jesse drive up.

“Oh god, he’s here. Let me get rid of him.” But when I tried to stand up, he kept holding me to him, staring into my eyes. “He’ll kick the door down if I don’t answer it.”

The first round of bangs on the door started.

George pulled me to him really hard and asked, “It’s when they force me, when they humiliate me… that’s what drives you isn’t it?”

I nodded again. “But I love you so much, I just thought you would put up with it for me for some insane reason.’

For what seemed like an eternity, I finally heard him say those all important words like never before, and a few more. “I love you, and I’d do anything for you.”

I could see in his eyes that he was literally saying volumes to me. The second round of banging started. I fought my mind over what I was thinking and picking up from my dear husband. I pushed away from him and said again that I had to send him away, but he held onto my waist. I got it now, I got it.

“You know what might happen if I open that door?” A third, much more terse banging started and I yelled for Jesse to hold on, I’d be there in a minute. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing in the eyes before me. I reached over and grabbed the bottle of champagne, brought it to my husbands lips, and tilted it up. I made him drink all but the last couple of gulps, which I drank myself.

I gave him one last out. “You have any idea what he might do to you if I let him in?” I quickly reasoned that I hadn’t asked the true question. “You have any idea… what I might do to you?”

He nodded with such fear in his eyes. “It’s the dominance, isn’t it?”

I nodded again and tried to say how sorry I was with my teary eyes. As the banging started one more time, my husband showed me the strangest act of love any man could muster.

“Your fucking boyfriend needs you. You better show him a good time.”

He was so smug from where he had just come from. He finally let go of me and I stood up and stared at him. I noticed I was breathing extremely hard through my nose. A sure sign I was losing my grip. “We’re going to fuck you up!” He made no noticeable show of concern. I was so mentally confused as I walked to the door. Even as one more round of banging began, I paused to try to see any sign that I should stop myself. I turned and leaned my head against the door, shut my eyes that were still teared up, and turned pure evil as I worked to turn the dead bolt.

I only opened the door a little and Jesse saw I had still been crying.

“Has he hit you, touched you?”

“No, he wouldn’t. He just wouldn’t let me answer the door.” I saw Jesse’ face turn concerned for me. I whispered to him so George wouldn’t hear me tell him what I wanted. I sniffled and said I wanted him to correct my husband’s behavior for me. At first he looked like I wanted him to beat him up, but I told him not to hurt him. “I just want you… to embarrass him some. Show him who the real man is and that… he’d best do whatever I tell him to do.”

Jesse’ smile said it all, and I stood to the side to let him in. He was grinning as he eyeballed my husband. I was behind him and staring at George, biting my lip, and now my face was full of fear. George sat upright and I could tell he knew he was about to be manhandled. Jesse grabbed his arm and hoisted him off the couch, and shoved him toward the bedroom.

“Get in there, bitch. We have some attitude adjustments to make.”

George turned to look at me and I jumped in. “You heard him, get the fuck in there.” Jesse pushed at him again and I realized I could already feel the heat building in my loins. We followed him into the bedroom where he sat on the bed and Jesse closed the door behind us. He pulled me into his arms and I made out with Jesse as if there wasn’t any other man in the world. He yanked my top over my head and started kissing my neck. I grabbed his head and held his lips to my neck. He got the idea and started branding me. While he worked on leaving his hickey on my neck, I turned back to leer at my husband. He was watching everything, and I saw he had at least the start of a boner in his pants. I went back to giving all of my attention and myself to my lover.

Soon Jesse was rubbing under my skirt, and then pushing it over my hips. He grabbed at my crotch roughly and fingered me through my panties. They were still wet from earlier. When he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, I grabbed his hands to stop him. I turned and walked over to stand in front of George and said, “Jesse wants them off. Do it!” When he didn’t move, I yelled loud, “Now!”

George reached out, and started pulling them off my hips. The look we were sharing out of view of Jesse was electric. We were definitely on the same playing field and I smiled at him like fucking him over was my new mission in life. When he got my panties to the floor and I stepped out of them, I demanded him to feel me. Slowly he reached out and ran all his fingers pasted together over my entire vulva and mons. He didn’t even try to finger my hole. I spread my legs a little and he rubbed a little harder. Jesse didn’t know what was happening, but the two of us knew what was going on. This was the way George always worked me into a frenzy and would absolutely refuse to finger me until he felt me wetting his fingers. I let him see the evil in me and pulled away from him.

I said, “He’s such a submissive bitch. He couldn’t finger a girl to save his life.” I stood in front of Jesse again and obviously he started trying to show my husband how a real man did it. I groped at Jesse’ cock through his pants and turned back so George could see the words coming out of my mouth. “I think he might need a good fingering with this to teach him, don’t you?” as I grabbed at his cock.

I went back to making out with Jesse and we rubbed each other all over. I began stripping Jesse’ clothes off and when his cock pushed against my bare skin, I became a mad woman in heat. All the time I could feel my husband’s eyes taking in every little act of dalliance from me. When I felt Jesse was rock hard, I stood to the side of him, gripped his erection in one hand, and slowly stroked it in my husbands direction. The big mushroom head seemed a light purple as if there wasn’t enough room in his cock to contain the blood I had gotten pumped to it.

I had so many things in my mind that I wanted to try. Where to start and in what order was perhaps the hardest questions to answer. I figured Jesse to still be good for two sessions of something, so that pretty much meant I got a fuck from him and my dear husband was going to have to endure a going over as well. I would have loved to watch Jesse fuck George twice, but I just had to taunt my little cutie with what he wasn’t getting at least once… me. I knew what it would do to him or any man to see his wife in the throes of passion with an extramarital lover.

I turned to Jesse and asked him in a hushed voice what he thought we should do first. I wished he had the power to cum a dozen times, but that would only steal my future with him away in too short of a time. And I had a riveting feeling that I was going to have a future with him now. I can’t explain why exactly, it was just a feeling.

Jesse responded with, “Let’s go back and forth,” and grinned big time. “You won’t mind if I take control here, will you?”

I looked up to him with eyes full of wonderment and shook my head.

Jesse walked over to the bed and grabbed himself as if to show his self-confidence. It looked like he was displaying the tool that he was about to assault George with, and was sporting a look of total satisfaction towards his prey. This was the part that I really enjoyed the most, next to the very ending. Like the wild animals, the prey was being looked down upon before the kill. But the analogy wasn’t quite as proper as it could be. This was really not so much about the act of feeding the fittest, but more about setting the feeding order. It was the raw act of a male’s dominance over the weaker male, a way to put the crudest emotions of any species in order. And as I watched it unfold yet again, I was mesmerized at the sheer controlled power about to be unleashed. No species could possibly display the act of male posturing as well the males of the human species. Just watching it made females like myself simply grow in a heated passion to be the next in line for the male proving himself as the dominant, to give him the reward of taking her next.

George was still fully clothed and I wished I could see what his own phallic display looked like while he was being shown the pecking order. Being a girl, I had no benefit of knowing how the act about to take place really affected the loser in combat. I wondered how his sexual emotions would show, if at all. Just as I was about to find out by ordering my husband to strip, I saw Jesse lash out to grab both of my husband’s legs, and yanked him in one swift jerk to the bottom of the bed. I quickly hurried to the side of the bed for a better vantage point, plunging my hand into my pussy as I went to settle in to watch. My poor, weaker husband began his futile struggle. I looked up at Jesse’ face and wondered if this was somehow the same posturing the male would display during a rape of a female. That question intrigued me, but had to wait for a later fantasy.

Everything went into slow motion, yet in real time probably went as fast as lightning. I watched as Jesse pinned his boy just enough to force two fingers into his mouth. In some ways making him suck those digits had to be more humiliating than the real act about to come. George took one quick look my way and seemed to take on a new energy to try to avoid his domination. The embarrassment of losing your female to another larger, stronger male had to be totally emasculating. Arms began flailing and legs kicking, a seemingly endless fight that was quickly controlled by the male on top. It got my juices flowing like a river, and I prayed that my husband would fight it some more. Unknowingly, his fighting the obvious was quickly becoming my most sought after aphrodisiac; worth a Queen’s ransom. He unwittingly was preparing every female oriented organ in my body to hand itself over as a well earned reward to be ravishingly fucked, albeit by the victor. Sadly for my husband, certainly not to be him.

I was fixed on Jesse as he seemed to effortlessly spin my husband’s body around so that he could pin him to the bed with his own body, his most commanding male organ taunting his victim’s face. When he began to ridicule George by rubbing himself into his face, I couldn’t take not knowing any longer. I jumped onto the bed, straddling George’s legs and feverishly worked to get his pants pulled down. I saw I had hampered his ability to fight back by restricting his movements, so I continued working to shuck his pants, underwear, and shoes to free his legs. All the while I was taking quick peeks to see that at this point he was showing nothing but fear. His cock was as flaccid as it could be, if not acting as a frightened turtle might.

I hurried back to my vantage point on my knees at the bottom side of the bed. Jesse was looking at me now as if to say he was clearly the victor that was about to win the right to mate with me. He was every bit right in my book. Jesse hoisted his torso up onto extended arms to oversee his actions, and held his cock to my husband’s lips. He poked at his face several times before it seemed that he used his cock to force his mouth open. I shuddered as I watched the single most important second go off without a hitch; the entry of Jesse’ fully hard cock entering my husband’s mouth and the associated humility on George’s face. The act of male dominance showing it’s most raw and awesome effects.

Watching his face getting poked with the sexual organ defiling him should have been enough in itself, but then I wanted to know if there was any change at the point of submission and resignation of this act. I jumped back to the middle of the bed and was amazed to see it had indeed had an effect. As if to say he was surrendering to be this man’s tool for sex to gratify himself with, George was now showing something I knew he would find extremely embarrassing later on when I would tell him about it; a raging erection. He had accepted his position and was assuming the female end of this coupling. He was on some level accepting it as his responsibility to be the woman in all this and was showing his acceptance in the only manner he could without having the right female organs, his own obvious arousal. He was even pushing his hips into the air a little.

I went back to a close up view of my poor husbands predicament and watched it happening just inches in front of my eyes. I should have been displaying some small amount of shame over my taking such pleasure in all this, but all I could do to reward my husband’s pleading eyes was to rapidly finger myself into my own massive orgasm. After what seemed like another eternity of fucking, I could see the tensing going on in my lovers legs. I knew it was almost time, so I placed my hand on George’s throat again. I could barely feel the head of Jesse’ cock poking against the beginning of the downward path of my husband’s throat. What I wouldn’t have given to see it slide full long into his throat just once.

I knew my own orgasm was well on it’s way so much so that I kept having to drop my head to the bed momentarily to overcome the tiny orgasms I was having. I found myself interrupting the male condition by whispering way too loudly, “feed him Jesse, feed him.” With George’s eyes more huge than ever, I felt that final push into my hand as it held still. I struggled to feel for that final subtle touch… and there it was. The pulsing that told me my husband was successfully being used again as the receptacle of my lover’s cum. I cried out loud, “Ohhh… god, that’s sooo… fucking good.” I took one more look at the hand on my husband’s throat that had helped me feel what I couldn’t have seen. His eyes were closed tight now and thankfully wasn’t seeing the amazement on my face.

Even as I panted back to a normal heart rhythm, or at least far back from the pace it had been at, my lover’s pheromones were still spurring me on. I had been so successfully won over by the dominant male, still taking a final few jabs at his victim, that I got off my knees and pushed Jesse over onto his back to envelope myself into his arms. It probably wasn’t a total coincidence that my sopping wet pussy fell right into place over my husband’s mouth as the tormenting male organ fell from it. I gave myself to the victor in that position for several minutes before we subconsciously worked our way into a more comfortable position and all but kicked the submissive male away.

Jesse yelled in a very commanding voice, “Sit in the chair. Or I’ll beat the fuck out of you.” I turned to see that he had caught my husband trying to leave our bedroom.

I showed my agreement and added, “You heard him, we’re not finished with you yet.” It was as if Jesse and I agreed instantaneously that there would be more work for him to show his submissive behavior towards in a few moments. We went back to making love as my husband settled into the chair. I didn’t have to look. We were nothing more than a car wreck to him. As devastated as he might be at the sight of his wife surrendering herself to the whims of another man, there was no way he could keep from watching us. It was his fault after all. He was the one that allowed himself to be bested by another male. Jesse had won the right to take me now. I wondered if I would feel kindly enough towards him later on to allow him a sympathy fuck of me; sort of as a consolation prize.

This was my first fuck with Jesse that had such an extra meaning to it. From the moment he first plunged into me until we were both exhausted, it was a show of his commanding abilities and my willingness to present myself to him like a dog in heat. We fucked in so many positions that the small orgasms never happened this time; I seemed to be working on just that last final one. And when that one came, Jesse had me bent over my dresser with my right leg lying atop of it to keep me well exhibited for his actions. It was only when I felt we were both ready to finally cum that I turned my face to watch my husband as he filled his eyes with our animal display of lust. I reminded Jesse that I intended to open the diner soon and felt him all but withdraw his cock so as to dump his sperm in the exact right spot. I caught Jesse looking George’s way too at his final thrusts to empty his shaft of all its contents into me. I was turned over for a parting flurry of kisses and then picked up by Jesse to be placed on the bed.

I crooked my finger and beckoned my husband to join me. He had never knowingly done this before, at least not in front of one of my other men. I could see it was hard for him, so I demanded him to hurry up. With Jesse standing just to the side of the bed as my backup, he slowly walked over and took his newly assigned position between my legs; his newly relegated position for sex. I had to pull his face into my vulva, but it didn’t take him long to begin doing the one job he knew he would never lose. I peeked around his head to see that the hardon he had undoubtedly sported throughout my fucking, was strangely missing. I had gotten use to seeing him with a major boner when doing this to me. I figured a torrent of sexual provocation might help him to enjoy this more.

I spun us over into what was quickly becoming my favorite position to be eaten in. It gave me the chance to feel a little of what it might have been like for Jesse to dominate my man, I got to do the domination now. Plus, it had to be the best possible position to feed the sperm that was in me to the awaiting mouth attached to my labia. It also seemed to make it a little more sloppy for a more beneficial visual event for me. I started to understand that sex was almost more pleasurable visually than just the old method of getting my hole rubbed raw. I guess I was catching up to the men that understand the pleasures of watching porn. That led me to wonder why despite having just been fucked three ways to Sunday, some of my most memorable orgasms had come at my own hand as I watched my husband being forcefully tormented.

I decided I was going to get my husband hard, and even embarrass him further. I knew berating him was going to do the trick, even if another male were standing right next to us to bear witness to it.

“That’s right sweetie, eat all that wonderful cum up that you like so much.” I patted the top of his head and asked, “You have to remember to thank Jesse for his deposit. Did you see how he all but pulled out of me when he came so it would be easier for you to get it all. We’ve been referring to him as chef Jesse. He prepared all of your meals before Kelly.” I was smiling so hard as I winked at Jesse. “Watch this Jesse. I bet my darling husband will show his appreciation for you in just a minute.” I reached back and felt he was already extremely hard. When I did that he noticeably knew what I had meant and started to slow up on his munching detail.

“Don’t slow down, bitch. Eat me. I want you to show Jesse that little trick you learned to do all on your own.” I could almost feel his humiliation, if I weren’t being such a bitch to him. I rubbed myself against his mouth so hard, rocking to get him into a rhythm of his own. “Jesse has no idea how you feel about the taste of his man juice, so come on, show him. No need to be shy now, he’s been just as intimate with you as I have.”

I could feel the slightest heaving under me and could tell he was beginning to try. His hips were humping ever so slightly under me. I kept up the verbal stimulation I knew he needed. “Watch this Jesse, you’re going to make him cum and you don’t even have to touch him. Go ahead George, eat that pussy. Get every little drop of that juice out of me. Ummm… go deeper. That’s it.”

George was losing control of his pride real quick and was delving his tongue as deep into my hole as he could. I had become aware that that was what he would do just before getting off. I reached back once to grab roughly at his balls and stretch them back towards me as I goaded him on.

“That’s right sweetie. Show the nice man what you really think of him. Or maybe I should say, what happens when you think about him, huh?” He was straining to hold himself back and was twisting under me as if in pain. And then he heaved me into the air as he struggled to hold back just before dropping back to the bed being unable to hold back any longer. He grunted, and I felt a hot splash against my back, followed by two more, each lower than the one before it. I thought that he must be dumping the rest onto his belly, but then there was one last hard buck where he must have had a fabulously lustful thought, and I felt another small hit on my back.

“See Jesse, I think I might have to fight him for you in the future.” I reached back and scooped what cum I could from his belly, and then did that thing that had repulsed him so badly just a week ago before he knew he was already doing far worse. I lifted off his face a little to smear his cum over my clit and then onto my lips. He closed his mouth as I sat back down and Jesse went for a better look himself. That’s when I heard a loud slap. It had been Jesse slapping the side of his ass to get him more acceptable. George began lapping at me again.

I was sort of shocked when Jesse put his hand in front of my chest and gently swatted me off my husband’s face. But when he held me down roughly, face first into the bed, I was catching on.

It gave me one final thrill when I heard Jesse commanding him, “You fucking bitch. You don’t do that to my girl and get away with it. Clean it up.” With one of his powerful hands holding me plastered to the bed by my shoulders, I twisted to see him yanking on George’s hair to get him to lick his own cum off my back. I could feel him lapping it off me, one spot at a time. Soon Jesse was by the door putting his clothes on. When he was done he swatted George away from me and turned me over for a kiss goodbye. He told me he hated to run, but he was already late for a date. My heart sank a bit that he would need anyone but me, but I knew I had no right to complain. I was just thankful to be one of the girls in his bevy. Besides, he had told me that very first meeting that he was already dating a couple of other girls.

I laid there half-turned for several minutes while George sat on the edge of the bed with his head hung low. The silence seemed so peaceful. But I thought back to when George was holding me to him on the couch, not yet ready to let me answer the door to let Jesse in. I knew I was right when he finally let me go. He knew I now understood his most hidden secrets, and I had known them ever since I first thought he had been cheating on me but hadn‘t put it together. I found the evidence of it on his computer. That’s why he finally let go of me, because he knew I had put it all together.

I turned to lie on my side facing him, and grabbed his arm for him to face me. He really didn’t want to, but I knew what it took now to make him listen to me. In a properly stern voice I said, “Look at me. Look at me now.” When he finally made total eye contact with me, I knew I had to hear him say it.

“It was in the stories that you’d been reading online wasn’t it? The one’s about the stranger, the boss, and even the cop. Those men weren’t why you were so fixed on those stories, because they weren’t representative of who you wanted to be. You were dreaming of what it would be like to be the farmer… the employee or the husband stuck in jail while the cop that busted him was off fucking his wife.”

He didn’t have to answer me. That would have brought his world crashing down. That would have been his only real emasculation - self emasculation if you will. I reached out to touch the back of his hand and knew it was time to leave my fairytale moments behind. I slid my hand up along his arm until I had a good handhold, then started to pull him down onto me as I fell on my back.

“It’s time I get fucked by the only real man in my world.”

I saw life jump back into his eyes. He knew that I knew his secrets now, and that I wasn’t going to hold them against him; at least of course, until my itch came back, or Kelly summoned me to his office.

I went into an entirely different fantasy world as he roughly pushed my arms high over my head and pinned them down to the mattress. He forced my legs out with his own and held them in place by laying his weight onto them. Then he took his turn mounting me in one hard push, reminiscent of how Kelly might have taken me. He held me spread-eagled for him and made me wish no other fantasy.

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