Title: My Wife Is In Your Hands
Keywords: mF, mdom, nc, cheat, humil, mat, voy
Author: Caesar
Summary: While witnessing his wifes submission to another man, he is given a chance at what it is like to be dominant... with his own mother in law.
 



There was a young lady of Natchez
Who chanced to be born with two snatches,
        And she often said, "Shit!
        Why, I'd give either tit
For a man with equipment that matches."

There was a young fellow named Locke
Who was born with a two-headed cock.
        When he'd fondle the thing
        It would rise up and sing
An antiphonal chorus by Bach.

But whether these two ever met
Has not been recorded as yet,
        Still, it would be diverting
        To see him inserting
His whang while it sang a duet.





My Wife Is In Your Hands

by Caesar, copyright 2003

$Revision: 1.7 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

"Ted?"

Oh god!  "Yes."

A chuckle.  "I just wanted to call and tell you how much I appreciate
your wife Ted.  In fact I am appreciating her right now!"  Another
laugh, this one filled with malicious evil humour.  "Stay on the line
Ted, because I want to tell you one more thing, but listen to this
OK?"

My mouth was dry and I felt like vomiting so I did not say a word -
neither did I remove the phone from my ear.  This was not the first
such call and I knew I would listen and feel shame every second of
this torture.

"Ted?  You still there?"  His familiar voice had gotten firmer,
demanding.

Finally, "Yes, I am here."  Why can I never be my own man?

Another chuckle.  "I knew you would not desert me Ted.  Your such a
fucking wimp - that is why your wife is over here right?" It was a
rhetorical question and stayed silent.  "Now listen carefully OK
'wimp'?"

The phone became silent and then bumped a couple of times before I
heard loud sloppy sucking sounds.  Then distantly, Gord's voice
ordered, "Thats it Rhonda - suck that cock faster bitch!"  The sounds
accelerated until I could not imagine someone sucking a dick as fast
as I was hearing.  Let alone my wife sucking a dick that fast, or any
dick for that matter.  Since we had been together, she had always been
a bit distant in our marriage-bed, stating that she never really
enjoyed sex.

This 'affair' started only a month ago - but easily feels like years.
Rhonda, my wife, had met a young man at the supermarket, of all
places.  She told me he was very sexy and their flirting ended up in a
hotel room.

When Rhonda told me it was the first time she had ever cheated on me,
I believed her.  She would not have lied - you see, Gord told her to
describe the whole thing to me, not leaving out any sordid detail.  My
wife discovered something that day, with Gord, that she could be
wholly submissive to the right person.  When I first heard her say
that, I could not comprehend what she meant.  Even know, I only
understood that she had some deep-need to do what Gord tells her,
while not really understanding.

Gord is very attractive, young with a firm hard body, made excellent
money as a broker and since they met in the produce isle, she has
never said 'no' to him.

Evidently, neither could I and I was paying the price of this
humiliation since.

Seated in the living room, across from each other, me sobbing silently
as she described how she had just come from the hotel room where Gord
had fucked and orgasmed in her 'cunt' and then fucked her virgin ass
and orgasmed on her face.  The way she said it, cold and calmly, I
knew she did not care how I felt - you see Gord told her not to care.
Yet I saw something else - Rhonda had loved it, there was a new
sparkle in her eye that I've never seen before but wished I had.

My normally chaste wife of fourteen years had ever taken my penis into
her mouth even though I had asked enough times.  And her ass... well,
that was simply forbidden, 'disgusting' she had once said.

My world turned up side down that day!

When you think you hit bottom, you discover that there is never an end
to agony and humiliation.  My life had become a bottomless pit of
degradation and humiliation as I was continually cuckolded to the
point of tears on my part.

The sound of the phone moving again and I returned to the present and
Gord's voice, again close to the transmitter, asked, "What do you
think I should do with your wife tonight Ted?  Coat her face or ride
her ass?"

I didn't say a word.

A quick laugh and then, "Her ass it is!  OK slut, get up and climb
aboard Rhonda."  There was shuffling and then Gord grunted, "Face the
other way cow!  How many times have I told you that your ass is much
more interesting than your face?"  There was more shuffling and then a
distant groan that sounded marginally like my wife and I could only
imagine what was happening.

Well, I did not have to imagine much actually.  Gord had been kind
enough to send photos to me - hundreds of photos.  Faxes to my private
office, email attachments, hard copies and even good old Kodak photo
paper.  I could write for days about all that I have witnessed on
those photos.

Do you want to know something, I kept each image, after I studied it -
it was my secret, something that built up my own humiliation from my
wife's infidelity.

There may be many reasons I had not sought out Gord and attempted to
beat him to a pulp, or run him over with my car or simply leave my
home and marriage.  Yet, there was one thing I kept telling myself -
that Gord would tire of my wife, she being ten years older than he,
and then she will come back to me.  I imagined the things that Gord
had her do, but it was me pulling the strings.  Gord, in effect, was
training my wife for me - to be the perfect submissive slut!

Yes, I know, I was probably deluding myself - but I needed something
to grasp onto.  Something that kept both my sanity and my manhood
intact.  In fact, even in my own fantasies, I could not picture myself
doing what Gord did with my wife.  There was something missing, some
part of me that just did not grasp why Rhonda felt this need to submit
completely to this stranger at the expense of our marriage.

On the other end of the phone Gord was breathing heavier, in the
background I could hear my wife's unfamiliar sounds of passion.
'Unfamiliar' because I have heard it too many times in the last month,
but I have never heard her make such noises when we were in bed
together.  Of course I had always loved her - but our love-life was
lacking, to say the least.  The most I had ever extracted from my
wife, in the heights of our marriage passion, was soft sighs.

"Rhonda has the tightest little asshole... but you wouldn't know that
right Ted?"  A long chuckle before he groaned loudly into the
receiver.  The bastard seemed to know everything about Rhonda and I -
our history, specifically our sexual history.

Two weeks ago Rhonda had come stumbling home on impossibly high heels
in the middle of the night, into our bedroom.  She ignored me as she
turned on the light and stripped naked - I sitting up on my elbows and
watching her.  I hate to admit it but being a slut seemed to be
transforming my wife - so that she had lost several pounds and almost
radiated sexuality now.  As soon as the last garment fell to the
floor, Rhonda pulled aside the duvet cover and then climbed between my
legs.  I watched amazed and silent as she unbuttoned my pyjama bottom
and pulled out my soft penis.  Her hands were cool as she fondled me
into a pleasant hardness before her eyes finally came up to look at
me.  "Gord said I am not very good at sucking cock and told me to use
you as the 'practise dummy'... only for tonight."  With that she
dropped down and took my cock half-ways down her throat.  The way she
had said it, like she was telling me what was on the news that night
pained me - but that was quickly forgotten as I felt her mouth moving
on my penis for the first time.  Since she had never sucked me, I had
never been sucked - so I have no basis for comparison, but what Rhonda
did those few minutes was nothing short of amazing.  I can still
remember the sweaty, sperm-smell of her skin as she lay on the other
side of the bed - still naked.  That smell was not from me - as she
had swallowed every drop that I gave her - but the sour smell of
earlier sex.  And just when I thought she was asleep she mumbled,
"Gord told me to tell you that if your a good boy you may be able to
fuck my cunt."

I didn't sleep that whole night - having tasted a little of what Gord
was getting plus felt a deep humiliation at what I was enduring.  Then
again, there was the memory of Rhonda's sweet mouth!

His breathing was very rough, but he managed to say, "Your getting a
visitor today Ted!"

A visitor?  I could not help but break my humiliating silence, "Who is
it?"  I silently prayed that Rhonda would be sent back home, having
come home rarely, and I would get that promise of her 'cunt'.

"Emily... your mother-in-law!"

My confusing silence seemed to be enough to amuse Gord and he
chuckled, the echos of my wifes loud passion loud now.  "Before
midnight Ted, I want you to fuck the old bitch!"

'Fuck'!  What?

I looked over at the illuminated digital clock - only past two in the
morning.

What the hell!

"...the train... you pick her up just before noon...!"  He was having
trouble breathing, trouble concentrating.  "... the old cunt is
expecting you... until midnight Ted!"

I could not help it, "Gord...?"  Thats all I managed before I heard
him groan right into my receiver while behind that my wife shrieked.
I listened to the duo orgasm loudly, and I felt myself pale at the
images that came to mind.

Nearly five minutes later Gord finally spoke, in a weary voice, "On
your stomach slut... thats it, scoop it out... and lick your fingers
clean!"

Then he returned to me, and our conversation, "Any questions Ted?"

Questions?  About a million!

"Listen... you rape the old bitch, use your charm on her okay... I
don't fucking care!"  He chuckled at his own malicious joke.  "Then
you bang the old broad.  Don't worry, I have a feeling that it will
not be a difficult task.  Rhonda will be home right at midnight - and
will call me if you have been successful."

There was so many questions but I only managed a single one, "Why?"

Gord took a long breath and spoke carefully and slowly, as if I was a
child, "When I tell you to do something - you do it.  No questions
asked.  I know you want Rhonda back - and I know you want the slut and
not the 'lady' you married too.  Do this thing for me and you are that
much closer to getting your wish fulfilled."

I was just a little shocked that my intentions were so transparent - I
have never told anyone that I desired Rhonda back, that I wanted her
to act like she did for Gord.

Then the phone went dead and I was left in the darkness with my fears,
questions and desires.

 -*-

Emily came out of the tall wide doors dragging her suitcase and
looking rather flustered.  My wife's mother is an attractive woman -
thin where my wife is voluptuous, classy where my wife is comfortable.
It was obvious that something was wrong - and when she saw me she let
go of her bag and wrapped her arms around me and sobbed silently.

She never said a word all the way to my home - she barely even looked
at me.  And strangely enough, Emily seemed to be almost angry - though
it did not seem to be directed at me.

Only when we go into the house, her bag upstairs in the spare room did
she finally say a word, "Where is Rhonda Ted?"

What could I say!  "She is at a friends."

Emily mumbled something under her breath and then asked firmly, "Do
you have anything to drink Ted?"

I retrieved her a martini - her drink of choice - and watched as she
gulped it down.  Whatever had brought her to my home was bothering her
- and I had a feeling it wasn't simply that her daughter was banging
some pretty-boy.  Of course I refreshed it.

She would not eat, she would not talk - all Emily did was sit in the
large chair in front of the turned-off television and drink
martini's... for hours.  My task felt hopeless and I knew I would be
humiliated at midnight when my wife showed up and i had not done what
I was ordered to do.

I sat across from her, the whole afternoon, playing bartender and
contemplating the impossibility of having sex with this old woman.
Yes I had noticed, in the years since Rhonda and I met, that she was
and is attractive.  Yet that does not make the realm of fantasy
possible!  Emily was a petite woman - small of bone and frame, who did
not look skinny but I doubted she weighed half of me.  Since I had
known her, she had always worn skirts which highlighted her shapely
thin legs and had her hair and makeup done to perfection.

About ten in the evening Emily said something besides asking for more
booze, "Have you ever done something that your ashamed of Ted?"

Like submitting without a word to my wife and her lovers' humiliating
acts?  Thankfully, Emily did not wait for an answer.  "Something that
you did long ago and thought you had got away with?"

Emily was starring at the floor with glazed eyes and her words were
slurred with alcohol - but at least it was better than her earlier
hours of silence.

"Why did you not tell me about Gord when I arrived Ted?"

What could I have said - the fact that she knew his name took me by
surprise.  "What should I have said - that your daughter is with her
boyfriend right now?"  I could not stop from putting venom in my
words.

"Gord is more than just Emily's boyfriend isn't he Ted?"

I could feel her eyes boring into my own and my mouth did not seem to
want to work.

"I will tell you what he is - a bastard!"  Her voice was getting
louder, shriller.  "And my daughter is completely under his power.
Isn't see?"

I simply nodded, but that seemed to be enough to fuel her fire.
"Rhonda caught me... years ago, before you two met... I ended it right
after, but it will kill her father if he finds out!"

Whoa, what was I hearing - that Emily had an affair, caught by Rhonda
and... and what?  The fact that she had an affair is startling enough!
I could also guess that rather than kill her, her husband would turn
her out of house and home - and if there was one thing Emily liked,
was her station in life, I could not imagine her without her husband
supporting her extravagant way of life.

Emily cursed suddenly, a word that I had never heard her use before
and it shocked me.

I sat stunned, not sure what to say or do but my mother in law was
very drunk and looked like she was about to fall asleep.  Then, rather
abruptly, she mumbled, "Do you find me attractive Ted?"

I brought my eyes up and saw that she had spread her knees as far
apart as the large chair would allow.  Having worn a knee-length tan
skirt, which was now above the top of her black thigh-high stockings,
I had a clear view of her dark pubic hair.  Emily had not worn any
underwear and the sight of her pale shapely thighs above the
stocking-tops was damned exciting.  She may be in her mid-fifties, but
my mother in law was a very attractive woman.

For the first time that day, I realized that it would not be such a
chore to have my wife's mother.

"Would you do an old woman a favour and fuck me Ted?"

I forced my eyes up to her own and saw that she looked incredibly
humiliated!  As soon as her eyes caught my own she turned away,
gulping her drink yet again.  The words she had spoken were not some
figment of my imagination - she had spoken them.  Though a more alien
sentence could not have come from Emily, if I had to consider one.

Then, as I watched, she snapped her knees together and let out a loud
sob of despair.  "God damn it Ted... she told me to come here and have
sex with you!  If I didn't...!"  Emily put down her newly-empty glass
and pushed her skirt back down her thighs, so that the tops of her
stockings were again beneath its hem.  "Its because of that bastard!
She told Gord I had an affair with my husbands brother and now Gord
had her order... order", she practically shouted the word, "me here to
have sex with you before midnight."

Tears were rolling down her brightly glowing red cheeks, "I told
her... begged her... I knew it was impossible, you and I...!"  She had
both her hands over her face, and began to sob into them.  Emily had
come here non-consensually to have sex with me, even though she
thought herself old and undesirable.  My mother in law had dressed
exquisitely, had worn sexy stockings and no panties and then had to
drink herself into a near-stupor before she could find the guts to go
ahead with what Gord had ordered her to do.

Barely a hoarse whisper, "Emily?"  She had not heard me and I cleared
my throat before trying again, "Emily?"  Louder this time and she
lowered her hands but her cheeks were stained with her tears and her
eyes were half-closed, red, and filled with her tears.  She attempted
to stifle her sobs as she starred at me blankly.

"Spread your legs again."  It had come out rather firm - and I was
surprised at the tone of my own voice.  Slowly the old ladies knees
spread and her skirt returned to its waist height and I again saw her
naked loins.

I sat silently enjoying the sight while I could feel Emily's eyes upon
me.  Finally she spoke, "You don't have to do this Ted."

I ignored her.  "Take off the sweater Emily."

Even as her thin hands came up and pulled the expensive sweater over
her head she pleaded, "Don't tease an old woman Ted."

She had not worn a bra.  My wife Rhonda had these large magnificent
breasts - while her mother had much smaller sagging udders.  Oh, they
were not totally unattractive - in fact if I accepted that mother and
daughter had completely different bodies - Emily's were rather sexy in
a small, sexy sort of way.  Small dark brown nipples, flawless white
skin - and the fact that they appeared to be rock-hard did not hurt my
appreciation of them.

This is what Gord and Rhonda had told us to do right?  Shouldn't I
feel something... guilt maybe?

"Loose the skirt Emily."  My mother in law's brow bunched as she
lifted her ass long enough to push the skirt down to her feet.  There
she sat, with only her black stockings on and a strange apprehensive
mood to her gaze.  I could see her embarrassment in just the way she
sat, tried to look at me.  Yet I could see that she had to force
herself still - to do this thing that she had been ordered to do.

After several awkward minutes of me visually appraising her, "Rhonda's
dad and I haven't had sex for a few years Ted."  For some strange
reason she had felt the need to tell me that, but that was not the end
of her admissions, "He has been the only man I have ever been
with... other than when I cheated on him with his brother."

Was what I was feeling at that very moment a piece of what Gord felt
with my very own wife?  It was something crossed with power and
ownership - and I felt 'manly' like at no other time in my life.  I
could have sex with this woman, not just sex but anything sexual, and
Emily would do it... and all the while she belonged, in her marriage
vows, to someone else.  Was this the missing component to my fantasies
of taking over where Gord left off?

I had considered dominating my wife, when Gord was finished with her,
to get to the promise of this feeling and had never considered it with
anyone else.  What was Gord doing with Emily and I - what game was he
playing now?

Emily stole a quick look at the far wall, where a clock hung.  I
turned my head to stare at it as well.  Then I heard her swallow
loudly before I returned to her shamed nudity.

It was twenty minutes before midnight - and Emily and I had a task to
complete.  Where had the time gone?  Probably in awkward alcoholic
silence.

"Stand up Emily, bend at the waist and hold the arms of the hair with
your hands."

My mother in law paused only a brief second before she stood, turned
toward the same chair and did as I asked.  Her ass, a jutting round
white globe that did much for my appreciation of her, was facing me
deliciously.  Why had I never noticed her bottom before?  I had
thought it flatter than what was before me, less appealing - I had
been very wrong.

As I stood and began to unbuckle my pants, Emily started to reveal
more about her sexual self.  "I have never done it this way before
Ted... outside the bedroom... bent forward like some animal."  She did
not sound like it was such a negative thing - in fact her voice had
gone up an octave and Emily was sounding rather excited at what was
about to happen.  Gone, also, was the sound of her drunken self - as
if what we were preparing to do had sobered her.

Stepping forward, I touched the warm white skin of her ass and felt
the smooth softness shiver in response.  Emily groaned and let her
head drop before her, as if it was suddenly very heavy, almost
dangling from her shoulders.

There was no time for preliminaries, for niceties.  I held my dick in
my other hand and aimed it perfectly at the junction of her thin
thighs and cleft of the crack of her ass.  Just as I pressed forward,
not yet in my mother in laws body, she hissed loudly as she inhaled
and then held her breath... waiting.

Then I felt it touch the hot wet ready sex of my wife's mother, and
then it slide into an exquisite molten tunnel that took my own breath
away.

Seated within her, staring down where we were joined, I grasped both
of Emily's soft hips and stood still to catch my breath for the next
stage of this event.

Emily started to babble yet again, "I am sorry Ted... I wish I was
younger and prettier for you... that you did not have to do this
thing!"  While she spoke this, I felt her inner sexual muscles
rhythmically clench my sex in a most delightful massaging motion.

Afraid that she was about to speak yet again I yanked my hand from her
hip and snapped it back down.  My open palm hit her wide sexy ass
loudly and Emily jerked and yelped in surprise.  "Shut up Emily!"

She gasped as I began to violently fuck her body.  Her petite frame
was nearly too low for this position and realized that she was upon
her toes... which caused her calves to bunch up sexy.  Still looking
down I watched as my long hard cock moved in and out past my mother in
laws clenching inner labia - almost stretching it as I withdrew each
stroke.  My wife's mother had a tighter cunt than even her daughter.
A little higher I watched the wrinkled pink aperture of her anus as it
seemed to wink in my direction - looking rather hungry for its own
attention.

Emily was grunting like a pig now, between small grasps and short
prayers to god.  The back of her thighs were slapping the front of my
own, her ass my stomach, and our joined sex organs were starting to
sound sloppy as the sounds echoed through my living room.  I could
feel the cool air kiss the front of my thighs, where Emily's abundant
juices were running down both our legs.  Her sex was practically
bubbling with pleasure.

I am not sure how long I stood behind her, rapidly plunging myself in
and out of my mother in law's sex.  Yet, distantly, I realized that
Emily had probably orgasmed, at least twice, I cared not - I was
making the most of this fuck and was trying to ignore her pleasure.
But, of course, the end had to come eventually.  The climax to this
little encounter happened almost suddenly and by her surprised grasp
of pleasure, I knew she had not realized what was upon her.

It was possibly the best orgasm I have had since I was a teenager, and
every orgasm then was a miracle.  It felt like a litre of my life
giving juices flooded her depths while the inner muscles of her vagina
seemed to hold me, afraid that I would disengage and waste the tribute
that I was giving.

Then Rhonda clapped loud enough for Emily and I, we spun our heads to
see my wife standing in the doorway, watching us.  "Not bad mother -
Ted seems to like old cunt!"  My wife laughed maliciously and strode
into the living room like the Queen of fucking Sheba.

Emily pulled her sex from my own, and we separated with a loud sloppy
sound, and quickly spun around and sat back down in the same chair.
Her hands came up and crossed over her little breasts and her legs
crossed to hide her sex.  Her face, sweaty and tired looking was again
turning a bright red.

Yet, at that very second, I saw my mother in law steal a glance at my
slowly deflating dripping organ - where it hung before her eyes.  And
I saw how her eyes became intense and could see the desire still
within her - it surprised me that she could feel anything but shame at
this moment.

Just as I was pulling up my pants, Rhonda came to stand before me and
took my half-hard cock in her expert cool hand and stopped my
dressing.  As Emily and I watched her, my wife bent forward at the
waist and took the head of my dick in her mouth and sucked it deeply.
This lasted but a few seconds before she stood back up and starred
triumphantly between her mother and I and licked her lips grandly.
"We have the same taste mother!"

Emily turned her head away in humiliation, staring at the far wall.

As I watched, my wife took out a cellular phone and hit a single
button and then waited for someone to pick up at the other end.  I was
not so stupid as to not know whom she was calling.

"Hello Master."  Rhonda was smiling privately while she stared,
alternately, at her mother and I.  "It seems you had scripted it
perfectly my love... yes...", she laughed outrageously for a short
while, "...I caught the tail end of the show actually... in the living
room... no, she is still wearing black stockings and that look of a
freshly fucked woman...", she smiled at her mother broadly, ".. of
course Master."  She pushed the phone toward her mother, "Here mother,
my Master wishes to speak to you."

I watched as Emily's trembling small hand took the phone and slowly
brought it up to her ear.  "Hello?"  Her fear and humiliation came
across in that thick shaky voice.  "Yes... sorry, yes
'sir'... yes... I, I have never done that before...", Emily was
staring at my soft dick now, her daughters hand still encircling it,
slowly stroking it, "sorry sir, yes sir... yes, I will sir...!"  Emily
pushed the phone out to me and said thickly, "He wants to talk to
you."  She had a defeated look to her, but there was also a small
sparkle in her eye that I could not decipher.

As I lifted the phone to my ear, I watched as Emily slipped to her
knees upon the floor and started to crawl toward me - all the while
staring right at my soft soiled dick.

"Gord?"

Emily knelt directly before me and then leaned forward with her mouth
open.  "Congratulations Ted!  I wasn't sure if there was a man in you
or not!"  He laughed loudly in my ear as Rhonda held my soft penis at
its base and aimed it for her mothers open descending mouth.  "So was
the old cunt wet when you fucked her or not?"

Emily wrapped her warm lips about the head of my penis.  "Yes she
was."  My mother in laws eyes were closed as she started to move her
head up and down my dick the top half of my dick, her lips hitting her
daughters hand.  All pretence at embarrassment for her mature body was
now forgotten.

Gord laughed again, as if he already knew the answer.  "Good boy Ted!
She said she had never sucked cock before - how is she doing?"  It was
as if there was nothing Gord did not know and I always found it
disconcerting.

I was staring down at Emily's sweaty but serene face, her lips being
forced apart as her work was causing my dick to grow yet again.  "Not
bad."

"Not as good as Rhonda though huh?"  He laughed again.

"No."  It was true after all - Emily was trying but she lacked in any
sort of familiarity with a man's private parts and I would have
guessed that this was her first oral experience if Gord had not told
me.  Don't misunderstand me - it was a delicious feeling as well as
sight.  For one thing, my mother in law put more passion and feeling
into her work than my wife had done that single blow job that I had
received from her at the command of her 'Master'.

"I like you Ted."  I seriously doubted that, but didn't say a word.
"And I am giving you your very own slave in Rhonda's mother."  Pardon?
"I told her, just a moment ago, that she had to do everything that you
told her and do you want to know something Ted?  The old cunt sounded
rather excited at the idea.  Like mother like daughter huh?"  Gord
laughed loudly and for almost a full minute at his own joke.

I was starting to pump my hips as the pleasure of the hand and mouth
was getting to me.  "Tell my slave to come right back after you get
off the phone... but don't worry Ted, after I am done with the slut
I'll send her right back... in a couple of months probably.  Then you
can have two slaves that you can enjoy!"  He laughed shortly but then
stopped abruptly and said, "Rhonda told me that after she had caught
her mother and her uncle that she always wondered what it was like to
have sex with her mom.  So you see Ted, such a little triangle that
I'm suggesting, is not such a crazy idea!"

I looked at my wife and saw how her eyes looked feverish as she
watched her mother blow her husband.  Rhonda even had her other hand
tangled in her mothers head of hair, and was forcing her mom to suck
me in a nice fast rhythm.

Gord could not drop the subject and it was starting to get difficult
to concentrate upon his words, "I thought about adding Emily to my
stable... and though the idea of watching Rhonda and her mom is
intriguing, I'm really not into old cunt."

There was a pregnant pause.  "One last thing Ted - if Rhonda's mom is
anything like her daughter, she'll love a good ass fuck."  The line
went dead.

I dropped the cellular phone upon the floor - already forgotten.
Rhonda had dropped to her knees in the last seconds, her face just
centimetres from her mothers cheek.  She had a look that was so rare
in our marriage, that look that her mother had as I told her to stand
up and bend over.  I knew that I could have her right now - I could
have a mother and daughter blow job, watch them share my sperm bath
with open hungry mouths.

But I remembered Gord's words - a secret that my wife had never
revealed to me, I having never been given the keys to her most
intimate sexuality, as Gord had been.  She wanted to have sex with her
mother, she wanted to be a submissive to a strong man.  I could see
that desire in her clouded unblinking eyes now and felt more of that
power flow through my veins.

"Gord said for you to return to him immediately."  He didn't say
'immediately' but I had to stop her from the path she had been quickly
heading toward.

Her eyes looked up into my own and I saw pleading, and then surprise
that she did not see a meek desire from me for what she had been about
to do.

Again she looked down at her mothers mouth as it moved up and down my
hard cock.  I knew her decision - she wanted to stay and taste the
forbidden, but if she did she had to go against a direct command from
her dominant lover.  Rhonda did not move as she was torn between her
own desires.

Her eyes widened in shock and pain and she hissed as she quickly
looked down at her own full chest.  I had reached down and easily
found her large excited nipple and then twisted and squeezed it
viciously.  Then my wife looked up into my eyes as if she was looking
at me for the first time.  "Get the fuck out of here Rhonda... your
not welcome back until Gord is done with your sorry ass, and then,
only if you crawl through my front door naked and beg me to take you."

I saw random and rapid flow of emotions flash through the face of my
cheating wife - until she slowly stood back up, withdrawing her hand
from my dick, which was quickly replaced with her mothers.  Rhonda
started to back out of the living room, watching me and her mother
intently.

I watched her maliciously and with a wide powerful smile.  It has been
a humiliating time for me, but only now did I fully comprehend my
wife, and the power that Gord had over her.  I could see it in her
eyes, that she realized it too and she wanted so badly to stay.

Finally I understood what had been missing in my fantasies, that
feeling of dominance and power that I had never felt before this
moment.  It felt good - damned good.  And I had no regret at tossing
my wife out.  I knew, when Gord was tired of her, she would return,
humiliated and humble as she knelt before her husband.

"Leave Rhonda!  Emily is mine now and I don't see why I need the copy
when I have the original!"

My wife disappeared around the corner of the hallway, but I had caught
a glimpse of her humiliation and my triumph in that last moment.  The
door opened and then closed, almost reluctantly.

Then, and only then, did I look down and saw that Emily had opened her
eyes and was staring up at me as if I was a god.

Gently I pulled my hard, saliva covered, dick from my new slave's
mouth and backed up to sit down comfortably on the couch.  Emily sat
silently, watched, and waited for me.  I motioned to her to come to
me, to crawl to the pillow I had placed upon the floor between my
feet.

I took her head between two of my hands and held it before me - our
eyes locked - "Your my slave now Emily."  She nodded as if this was
the only thing in the world that mattered to her, as if she had been
waiting all her years for this moment.  Tears welled in her eyes and
the corners of her mouth turned up in happiness.  "Finish what you
started and then we shall go to bed."

With both my hands I gently lowered her face to my hard dick.

Emily closed her eyes and lovingly took me back into her mouth.

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