It was the first inkling of a new phase in our relationship. A new
road of dominance and subservience that we did not fully understand
at first. We had discovered something new but the discovery had not
yet become conscious. It would do so in the following days and
weeks as she explored her power to arouse me and manipulate me. Not
that I was an unwilling participant.

One day she called me at the office. After the first social bullshit
she said she wanted a favour "Please get a copy of Playgirl on your
way home, there is a hunk of a guy on the cover"

I felt my prick harden immediately. "You mean ..." "Yes John, I mean
I want to look at all the men in the magazine, they show their
cocks, I think I want to look at some cocks, do you mind if I do?"
she asked with exaggerated politeness. "No, I don't mind" I hurried
to reply. "I bet you don't" she giggled and put the phone down.

I stopped at the railway station on the way home and looked at the
newsstand. There was such a magazine. I overcame my embarassment and
bought it. I wondered what the man in the booth thought. Back in the
car I quickly flipped through the pages. Men, naked men, were in all
the pages. And they did show their cocks, but not erect. Strangely
the idea that she would soon be looking at them made me horny.

I arrived home feeling a mixture of excitement and curiosity. Nora
was not in the living room. I moved down the corridor to the
bedroom, she wasn't there either. I looked through the house and
eventually I came to my study. I pushed the door gently and the
sight made my breath catch in my throat.

Nora was sitting in the armchair. She was wearing clothes I had
never seen before. Under a black see through gown she wore black
fishnet stockings and a suspender. Her legs were crossed and her
black high heels shone under the low light. I stood mesmerized. The
sight of her in the black underwear was a a hell of a surprise, her
mood was a mystery, the game she had planned was beckoning for me to
join. I did. "Did you get my magazine?" she asked simply, looking at
my face amused by the look of utter surprise.

I handed her the mag. She took it and looked at the cover. She then
flipped it open to the centerfold where there were more pictures of
the same man. She looked at them for a long time, at first I thought
she was feigning interest, but then I realized that she was really
looking closely, her interest was a turn on, I waited for her to
comment.. She looked at me "This guy I would like to fuck" she said
and passed me the magazine. My prick recoiled in response to her
words, a mood of intense and forbidden excitement hang in the room,
a mood that was almost solid, I could feel it, could almost touch
it. She had taken the initiative to get things going and that too
was exciting, I was eager to stay with this mood. I looked down at
the photos of a man in his early thirties. Dark, he looked like a
Puerto Rican. The biggest photo on the page showed him with his
pants unzipped and his prick hanging down, long and full. His body
was muscular but thin, wiry.

As I looked at the photos of the man that turned her on she began to
talk. "I bet he is good fuck. The kind of bastard that really uses a
woman, makes her really beg for it. Look at the expression on his
face, so hard and sure of himself. I would love to kneel in front of
him and pray to his prick, licking his balls getting him really hard
and ready to get on top of me. Can you imagine him like that John,
that cock of his rock hard wanting to fuck me?" She asked looking
straight into my eyes.

I looked at her face for some minutes. She was serious, wanting a
serious response from me. Framed in her long dark hair her face was
a mask of lust. Her lips were thick, made to seem thicker by the
dark red lipstick hse had used. Her eyes lined with black liner were
shiny pools. I looked at her haughty face and marveled at the change
in her since that night and wondered how many more games she would
think up. "Yes I can imagine it, I can imagine it so vividly I can
almost see it." I responded, my throat dry, my voice betraying my
state of excitement. I took a deep breath and continued. "I can see
you too, wanting him to mount you and use you, wanting him to take
your knees and spread your legs apart, bending you to his desire. I
can see you wanting him to do this to you". I stopped.

"But before he does you are going to kneel and get me ready, get my
cunt wet and hot and open for him. And while he fucks me you are
going to watch, your face right next to our coupling, to see his
prick slam into me to the full. I bet you would like that, to see
your whore get fucked by a stud like that." My whore. Yes. My whore
geting fucked by a stud, that I wanted to see.As she spoke I watched
her and felt an inner trembling that could not compare with any
excitement I had ever felt before. In my mind I could visualize the
scene she was describing with the man in the photo  She uncrossed
her legs and her high heels flashed as she recrossed them. She took
a cigarette from the case on the table beside her. Without thinking
I rose and lit it for her. She drew and continued to talk. I resumed
my seat.

"You know how I like to be fucked from behind. Well while I get into
the position and he is standing behind me ready to fuck me I would
like you to pry my cunt apart, to take his prick and guide it in me,
to keep your hands on my ass while he is thrusting inside me, to
feel me coming. Would you like to help me get fucked like that?" Her
tone was even, controlled, probing. How well she understood the
fantasy I had described to her, how closely her imagination matched
mine! Casting me in the role of the compliant cuckold who holds his
wife's cunt open for the lover, a hard lover who would show off his
prowess, a real fucker, and having eased the penetration she put me
in the place of the witness of her pleasure, holding her while she
trembled with the orgasms of this lewd fuck. Seeing her in this mood
and with the aid of the magazine the fantasy was enhanced. There
were faces and colours to it now, voices and moans, texture and
smell. My prick twitched uncontrollably, I wondered if I would come.

"Yes,I would like that" I replied. "After he is done with me you can
take over. That is what you would want to do, isn't it?" she asked,
guessing rightly again. "Yeah, I would like to take over" I
responded barely able to hide the trembling of excitement in my
voice. "Going down on me, licking my cunt right after he has fucked
me, tasting another man's sperm in me. Making sure that it happened
and it wasn't just your imagination". Her verbal teasing was finding
nerves I never knew I had, it was as if she had suddenly
discovered a key to the inner world of dominance and subservience
that lurked hidden in us, she realised that the reward for the
subservient husband was the close witnessing of his wife's
infidelity, the other man's sperm. His reward the license to touch
her violated genitals. "You are so spot on." I said. "I am beginning
to understand what a cuckold needs" she said "you need to see your
wife the whore get fucked, fucked well by a man who knows how to
fuck, a hard bastard with a huge prick". Her words were sending me
into an incredible spin of excitement. I was not ready for the next
phase.

"Take our clothes off" she commanded. I stood up and undressed
quickly. Naked and totally erect I stood expecting another order.
She stood up. "Take off my panties" she ordered again. I approached
and hooking my fingers in the elastic I pulled down her panties. I
had to kneel in front of her to take them all the way down. There,
kneeling like a supplicant I looked up at her face and its hard
expression. She stepped out of her panties leaving me holding them
to the floor. She walked to a small couch at the other] end of the
room. She turned around to look at me,I was still holding her
panties to the floor. "I want my ass licked tonight" She said and
moved on the couch on her hands and knees. Her haunches were facing
me and I moved to her. Placing my hands on her buttocks I moved my
mouth slowly to her anus and began to lick. "That is a delicious
sensation, you do it so well you bastard" she hissed. The more
vulgar she became the more I wanted to please her.I swirled my
tongue around on her anus trying desperately to make her come. I was
eager for more orders.

"Bite my ass." I did,with small bites and later stronger ones as she
directed. As I bit her the first hints of anger came on me. My
biting became more real, once I bit her in earnest. "You getting
angry at me, for making you watch me get fucked?" she teased me.
"Yes you whore, I am getting angry." I groaned "But you love it too,
watching me soak up that big dick you can't help it, it gets to you
seeing it in my cunt, that is where you want it, isn't it" she
teased me again moving her hips from side to side forcing me to
pursue her anus with my mouth. It was a pursuit that took all my
energy. She then thrust her ass further out and stood still for few
minutes and then ordered me again. "Now lick my cunt"

I extended my licking from the small of her back down as far as I
could reach. My tongue traveled over her anus and down over her
stretched cunt. Being there crouched in the back of her stocking
clad form gave me a strange pleasure. The pleasure of the
subservient who are forced to pleasure the dominant. "Fuck me, give
it to me now" Nora said, her voice rising, reflecting anger and
need.

I moved in behind her. My feet were planted on the floor on either
side of her feet. She was still wearing her high heels. Her
suspender straps stretched over her thighs like slingshots, the
fishnet stockings clung to her flesh forming dimples on her skin.
Her teasing and goading had me fired up. I grabbed her waist, lined
the tip of my prick with her cunt and thrust into her savagely. My
prick instantly was covered in her hot juices. He cunt clung to me
like a hot glove. I stayed like that for while then withdrew and
slammed into her again and again, and while fucking her I watched
her back shudder. She arched her long neck backwards and turned to
look at me, her eyes challenging, her face proud. "You angry big man
for being made to watch me get fucked, huh?" she asked. "Yes you
bitch, I am, I'll split you in half" I hissed at her thrusting again
into her with all my strength, my belly slapping noisily against her
ass. She turned her face back into the couch, bracing herself for
more thrusts. "Want to slap me for being such a whore, slap me you
cuckold, slap me for fucking that good looking stud, go on."

I reluctantly lifted my hand from her hips and slapped her mildly on
the buttocks. She groaned with delight. Her cunt grabbed my prick in
a spasm of pleasure. I was surprised at my wife for enjoying this
game of mutual humiliation and punishment, but I was no less
surprised at my own reaction. I slapped her ass again, more strongly
this time. I felt my aggression rising. "You enjoyed it you whore,
fucking the other guy" I asked her and let my hand fall heavily on
her proffered ass. "Yeah I did, it was so good.." she moaned
plaintively and I slapped her  again while thrusting into her more
strongly. "Yes, slap me, hit me for being a whore" she moaned
loudly. "My whore, doing my bidding, you fucking bitch, you get
fucked but only when I want you to" I voiced my desire to control
her cunt, to have it in my power, her reaction pleased me. "Yes,
only when you want, with who you want, I am a whore only for you"
She cried while coming.

I grabbed her with both hands by the waist. "That's right only for
me you bitch, only for me" I yelled and bucked into her sending my
sperm to the depths of her cunt.


