A NEW ROLE

Inadvertently I discovered that, Joe, my handsome husband was playing around. Let's not mince words; the bastard was fornicating, behind my back, with several young women at work. It made me very angry but it didn't exactly devastate me. I'd married him because he was good looking, attentive and with faultless manners even if he wasn't exactly the most intelligent man on the planet. It was my mother who told me to make sure never to marry a man who was cleverer than me. It made my bitchy girl friends madly jealous that I had married such a good looking and presentable man. 

Controlling my anger, after my discovery, I spend a lot of time concocting a way to bring him completely under my control and stop his screwing around. My ace-in-the-hole was that I was the one with the money and that Joe worked for my father. My handsome husband is very partial to the luxuries of life. I confronted him, with proof of his infidelities, and threatened to tell my father and told him that I would throw him out of the house my father had bought for us and, which is in my name. He caved in and only feebly protested when I told him that from now on he would no longer share my bed. As a punishment he was to act and dress as my butler, on twenty four hours call, when he wasn't at work. I informed him that I had instructed the company’s security officer to report to me if he so much as looked at any of the girls at work. To stamp my authority even more strongly I even accompanied him to buy the right kind of clothes for his new role. I thoroughly enjoyed the way he was humiliated as the salesman brought the clothes and I ordered him to try them on in the store.

Joe, now called Joseph, turned out surprisingly to be a very good butler and I got a kick out of ordering him around. After a short while I became bored with bossing him around so I turned the screws by going out to enjoy myself without him. 

I'll never forget the expression on his face that first time when he opened the door to let me in and discovered that I wasn't alone. I'd been out to a cocktail party and my most persistent admirer had insisted on driving me home. It was only when my husband opened the door that I suddenly came up with a wicked idea. After Joseph had taken my wrap I made a great show of French kissing the man in the hall, in front of him. It was quite spontaneous and I kept my eyes open so that I could see Joseph’s reaction.  His eyes flew wide open and I saw him open his mouth to protest then shut it again when he saw the fury in my eyes. I led the way and my admirer followed into the living room. Seconds later Joseph came in with drinks. 

I'd sat down, leaving Mark standing. When Joseph came in I told him to put the tray down and stand in the corner, facing the room. He obeyed without hesitation. Slowly I pulled up the skirt of my dress and Mark gasped because I wasn't wearing any panties. Blatantly I started stroking my naked pussy as I looked at him as he watched me. He was rubbing his crotch and I could see that his cock was getting stiff.  Hardly believing that it was really me speaking I asked him to get completely naked. I was being kittenish and he paused, looked at Joseph but seeing that my husband was pretending that nothing untowardly was happening it only took him only a few seconds to get rid of his clothes. He had a good physique and his cock was sticking straight out from his groin jerking like mad. His penis was simply enormous and I didn't believe I could ever take anything that large inside me so I told him that he'd better forget it if he thought he was going to use it on me. Smiling cruelly I slid my fingers through my pubes and rubbed my pussy lips as I told him that he was to watch and get ready to eat my pussy. I saw his eyes widen as I spread my pussy lips, exposing my very swollen clit which I started to wiggle back and forth with my fingertips.

The whole surreal scene was so gross that it made my sex tingle even more fiercely. Having two men completely mesmerized and willing to do anything I wanted was incredibly arousing.

In a voice hoarse with desire I told Mark what I wanted him to do. I’d hardly finished speaking before he quickly slipped down to his knees, in front of me, and his face dipped between my spread thighs. His warm breath wafted into my open pussy before I grabbed his hair and jerked his head forward so that his mouth collided with my sex. Holding him so that he couldn't pull his mouth away I began to thrust my pussy up and down against his face. Every time he tried to initiate something I slapped his cheek to remind him who was in charge.

I remember looking at Joseph triumphantly and seeing his eyes bulging as he watched a stranger licking his wife's sex and it made my sex passage surge with even more sex cream. I told Mark to suck harder and drink every drop and that I'd have another load ready for him by the time he'd swallowed it. I said that he would forever know my sex cream by taste and smell and would never want any other. I was intoxicated by sexual power. I pulled harder on his hair, squashing his face right against my pussy before closing my thighs hard around his cheeks to keeping him firmly prisoner between my legs. Calling him a worm I ordered him to start eating my cunt and wiggle his tongue against my clit! 

I snarled that I wanted at least three orgasms from his miserable tongue. I felt him eagerly sucking my clit into his mouth. I saw that he was sliding his hand down between his legs then his arm began to move and I knew that he was jerking his cock while eating my pussy. I decided that it could be to my advantage to let him do this for a while. I told him to get his cock nice and hard but he'd better not come! 

Teasingly I asked him if he wanted to stick it somewhere wet and warm and whether he would like to feel my red hot pussy around it. Mark was trying to nod his head, but my hand kept it pinned between my legs, as I thrust my very wet cunt right up against his face. I had a series of wild orgasm before I pushed him away. I ordered him to lie down on his back, on the carpet. I took off all my clothes but left my gloves and crotchless pantyhose on which I knew made my exposed pussy seem even more exotic. I squatted over his hips so that his cockhead just touched my pussy lips. It was immediately drenched with my sticky sex juices. I felt his hands move to my hips, as he tried to pull me all the way down his shaft.

Slapping his face hard I reminded him that I was in charge. Moving up his body, until I was sitting on his face, I told him that I wanted my juices to drip all over his face and that he'd better start licking me again. I pressed my cunt down hard against his mouth knowing that he had no choice but to obey me. He started licking me even better than before. Because I wanted his cock hard, as he licked my cunt, I leant forward and moved my mouth close to his cock so that he could feel the warm breath. Every time he tried to thrust his cock up against my mouth I pulled back and slapped it. I would have thought that it would hurt but it seemed to make his cock even harder. Keeping my mouth poised over his cock I allowed my saliva to drip down to the twitching cockhead. His cock jerked wildly and some of his sperm oozed out. I knew that soon I would have him trained him so that he could climax without his cock ever being touched but tonight it wasn't what I wanted. 

I knew that my obscene display would reinforce the control I’d established over my husband.

I could feel my sticky juices surging more and more and, when I heard Mark gag I knew that there was so much of it that he was having trouble swallowing fast enough but I didn't really care. I just kept thrusting my sex up and down his face so that his nostrils were filled with my juices making it even harder for him to breathe. I knew that he was looking up at me and thinking that I looked sensational because he was able to see my large tits heaving up and down. My pink tongue was licking my lips as my hair flew around my face.  Having him under me was making me wild and my flowing pussy juices was flooding even more profusely than usual directly  into his mouth. All these sensations were heightened by knowing that my husband was being forced to watch it happening.

I climaxed but, even after I started to come down from the peak, my pussy seemed to be flowing still. 

Joseph should have hated me, for treating him so cruelly, but I was aware that in his heart he knew that at last he had found what he was looking for all his life. He’d found a woman who was his mistress in the true sense of the word, someone to whom he could give himself heart and soul. 

He knew that before the evening was out I would allow him to stroke his cock but he wouldn't be allowed to climax. The only times I would allow him to come was using his own hand and he had to catch his spunk in the other hand so that he could drink it after he'd finished coming. When I was sated I dismissed Mark without letting him fuck me.

That was the first evening I brought a man home but I can tell you that months have passed and my love slave is now fully trained and completely under my control and willingly assists me when I require his help with my lovers. I'm having a whale of a time. I have a string of lovers and, when I finish making love with them, I make my slave clean my spunk-filled cunt with his tongue. At first he tried to resist but now he just kneels and licks like a good little dog. Mind you he wasn’t a good enough cleaner to stop me falling pregnant. Of course I have no idea who is the father but know that my husband can be excluded although officially he will named as the father.