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It started as a playful game. My husband and I had been making love, and he came before I did.
I wasn’t upset; he’d simply been very excited. But Russell takes lovemaking seriously, and he insisted on giving me oral pleasure to make up for his indiscretion. I was in a mischievous mood and decided to make him work for his redemption. “Come on, show me how much you want me,” I taunted, straddling his face before moving away from his questing tongue. “You have to be a good boy to taste this!”
After a few minutes of teasing, Russell grabbed me and held me tight to his lips. My husband brought me to orgasm almost instantly. Something about the game had gotten to both of us, however, and Russell was hard again in no time. He attempted to mount me, but I was still feeling playful and made him eat me some more. By the time I came again, he was desperate, and I realized that he would do whatever I asked of him. I made him run me a bath and rub my feet while I relaxed in the tub. Then I had him brush my hair. I think it surprised both of us, how willing he was to fulfill my every desire — and how much the situation aroused him. When his dick seemed as if it was about to burst, I put him on his knees on the bathroom floor and had him jerk off in front of me.
This subservience on Russell’s part excited us like nothing we’d done before, and I knew we had to explore it further. We were sharing a hot shower the following night, when I told him to kneel and eat my pussy like a good slave. His cock ballooned up quickly; I’d clearly struck a nerve. His stiff cock was leaking pre-come by the time I came, and then I turned around and had him rim my ass. Since then we’ve spent countless hours testing the limits of Russell’s trust in me, as well as the extent of his innate submissiveness. Our sex games have been a healthy, endlessly fun way to strengthen the bond between us. I’ve had him dress up in my clothes, lick my feet, cook my meals, and wait on me like a domestic servant. I even had him masturbate while I fucked his ass with a dildo. Once I even had him jerk off under the table at a restaurant, simply for my entertainment.
A few months ago, I decided to see how far I could push his limits — and how much I could arouse him. First, I had Russell bathe me. After he brushed my long blonde hair, I picked out the slacks and jacket I wished him to wear, letting him dress while I applied my makeup. Then I had him help me into a sexy cocktail dress and drive us to a nightclub.
On my instruction, Russell got a booth and ordered us drinks. The dance floor wasn’t too crowded, and I gave him a mischievous look. “Stay here,” I said. “I’m going to see if I can find someone to dance with.”
Across the club, three young men were sitting around a table, slamming back shots of tequila. They looked like college students. I approached the cutest of them, an adorable thing with blond bangs and sexy blue eyes. “Would you like to dance with me?”
The black-and-purple dress I wore made a fine display of my legs and breasts, and the kid almost swallowed his tongue. “Sure,” he managed to say.
His friends’ eyes were popping out of their heads as I led him onto the dance floor, making sure Russell had a good view. I rubbed up against the young man suggestively, looking over his shoulder to wink at my husband. Our trust was beyond doubt; Russell knew that he could stop me at any time. He knew just as well that if he left control of the situation completely in my hands, anything could happen, and I was well aware that he found this possibility most exciting.
When the song ended, I brought the young man back to his table and returned to our booth.
Russell looked flustered as he sipped his drink; his breathing was a bit heavier than usual as well. I let my hand brush over his lap and laughed when I felt his cock poking up from beneath his slacks. “Did that excite you?” I asked, feeling a rush of adrenaline when he nodded. “Would you like me to continue?” Again, he nodded.
“You may speak,” I said, smiling at his submissiveness. “Tell me you’d like me to continue.”
“Yes, ma’am. Very much so.”
The boy I had danced with was only the teaser. What I planned to do would require a man, one who could handle a very adult situation with poise and discretion. By now Russell realized the potential of the situation, but I think he wanted to see how far I’d really go. And, truthfully, I was wondering the exact same thing.
Our candidate appeared at the bar about twenty minutes later. By then I’d had a margarita, and I was feeling bold as I walked over and sat on the stool next to his. The stranger had dark hair and suave, male model good looks. He was unshaven, the dark stubble accentuating his strong jaw. There was a tiny, sexy mole over the corner of his mouth, and he smiled wickedly, as though he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Justin,” he said.
I let him buy me a drink as we chatted. I told him what I had in mind, pointing to the booth where Russell sat, watching us with helpless, lust-filled eyes. Justin looked amused at first, but then I caressed his forearm and let my knee brush against his, telling him without words that I would show him a good time. When he seemed sufficiently intrigued, I invited him over to our booth in order to flirt with him right in front of my husband.
Under the table, I checked Russell’s lap. His cock was still hard.
“You’re very attractive,” I told Justin. “Is there a hotel near here?”
Justin told us of a nice one, not five minutes from the club. He gave us directions and promised to meet us there in twenty minutes. This was the kind of man I’d been looking for — bold and direct. I felt suddenly warm between my legs.
Justin had given me his cell phone number, and once we were settled in our suite, I called to let him know where to find us. Then Russell and I broke into the mini-bar, kissing and toasting to the fun we were going to have. We were finishing our drinks when there was a soft knock on the door. I smiled at Russell.
“Go sit in the corner. Go on.”
I let in Justin, taking his jacket and getting him a drink. I sat close to him on the sofa, our legs and hips touching. Russell couldn’t take his eyes off us; jealousy and excitement were reflected in his expression. I didn’t see a point in wasting any time, so I turned my back to Justin and asked him to rub my shoulders. “Hang on a second, let me get this out of the way,” I said, standing to slip off my dress.
I hadn’t worn a bra, and was now in only my panties. I sat back down and looked right at Russell as Justin’s hands kneaded and caressed my skin. I gasped as I felt his lips on the back of my neck, and a shudder ran through my body.
Justin’s fingertips slid over my collarbone, then down to my breasts. I squirmed back against his lap, my excitement spiking when I felt his erection pressing into my behind.
My eyes met Russell’s again to assert my power and let him know that I would do as I pleased with Justin. I was also subtly checking to make sure he was still comfortable with this situation before we went any further. His cheeks were flushed, his breath coming short and sharp, like my own, but he was mesmerized. “I think we better go into the bedroom,” I said.
I took Justin’s hand and walked over to where Russell sat. “You are to wait here until I call you. Do you understand?”
Russell was so aroused he could hardly speak. He nodded his head.
“No. Tell me you understand, so our guest can see what a good little slave you are.”
Russell’s voice trembled as he replied, “I understand.”
Not breaking eye contact with Russell, I took Justin’s hand and placed it between my legs, letting his fingers brush against my pussy, covered by only the thin lace of my panties. Then I led Justin into the bedroom, leaving my husband behind. I knew this would both frustrate Russell and excite the hell out of him.
Once Justin and I were alone, I stood at the foot of the queen-size bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and let it fall to the floor. Then I ran my hands over the hair on his chest and slid the tips of my fingers over his belly, making him groan. I took his hands and put them on my breasts. He bent to kiss them all over, gathering them in his hands and licking the stiff nipples.
He trailed his lips up to my mouth. We hadn’t kissed yet, and we spent a good amount of time making out. I let my hand drop to his crotch. His hard-on felt huge through his pants, and I could hardly wait to see it. We kissed and fondled for a long time, and I knew that Russell had to be wondering what the two of us were doing. Finally, I called him in.
“Sit down,” I told him, pointing to a chair against the wall. “I want you to see everything.”
Justin’s hands were all over my breasts, and I undid his slacks, letting them drop to the floor. His hard-on was tenting his boxers, and I took hold of it through the thin cotton, squeezing his bulge. Then I slid my fingertips under the waistband and dropped to my knees, pulling his underwear down with me.
His cock was large, but not overly so. It was just a bit longer than Russell’s, but it was also thick and very hard. It sprang up and down, barely under his control. I chased his erection with my tongue and grabbed his hips to turn him slightly so that I could look at Russell as I took my new lover’s erection in my mouth.
I gradually engulfed the bulging head, and then took the shaft in deeper, going about halfway down. I could feel his cock throbbing against my tongue, and I cupped his balls as I began moving my head up and down. I tightened my lips slightly as they slid back and forth over the prominent crown, imagining how good this well-defined ridge of skin would feel against my clit. Glancing over, I saw Russell fondling himself through his pants. Immediately, I pulled away from Justin.
“Stop that right now,” I told my husband crossly. “I didn’t give you permission to jerk off. Just watch.”
I took hold of Justin’s cock with my hand and led him over to where Russell sat, giving him a close-up view as I sank back to my knees to suck my lover some more before backing away. “You want to handle a hard dick?” I taunted Russell. “Feel how stiff he is.”
Russell reached out and took hold of Justin’s big dick, hefting it in his hand. “That’s enough. Now stand up and take my panties off.”
Russell was very excited. My behaving this way with another man was the ultimate display of power, and this game was getting us off more intensely than I could have imagined. I could tell Russell liked that he couldn’t control me, just as I liked getting away with such naughty fun. My husband stood up and, taking gentle hold of my panties, slid them down, letting the flimsy garment drop to my ankles. I stepped out of the tangled scrap of lace.
“That’s pretty wild,” Justin said. “What else can you make him do?”
I ordered Russell back to his chair, and then whispered in Justin’s ear, “Bet I could make him suck your cock.”
Justin smiled. “Really? That’d be hot.”
“Strip and get down on your knees,” I told Russell, “and take his cock in your mouth like a good boy.”
Russell’s dick was so hard, I thought he might come without anyone laying a hand on him. He knelt down obediently and wrapped his lips around the head of Justin’s cock. Justin gasped; he was very excited and the warmth of my husband’s mouth was too good to resist. Russell started moving his head, taking in more and more of Justin’s dick.
The scene was too sexy for me to stop them, and when Russell took gentle hold of Justin’s balls, our new friend grunted and shot a load right in his mouth. “Swallow it,” I told my husband.
A dribble of come was leaking down Russell’s chin, but he dutifully swallowed the rest. Justin collapsed on his back in bed, and I was so turned on from watching Russell’s first-ever blowjob that I climbed on top of Justin and straddled his face. Justin was eager to please, licking my overheated pussy with skill and grace while his hands caressed my behind, his fingers running up and down my crack. This drove me insane, and I writhed all over his face as I came explosively.
Russell was sitting in his chair again, stroking himself. His cock looked like it might burst. I went over and slapped his erection. “I told you not to play with yourself. Now assume the position!”
He dropped to the floor on all fours with his rear end sticking up. There was a wooden shoehorn on the bureau, and I used this utilitarian device to give his bare ass a half dozen sharp smacks. “Are you going to be good?” I demanded.
Russell was trembling with excitement. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You’ve disobeyed. Now you’ll have to make it up to me. Go over and get him ready. Use your mouth to get him hard.”
Russell groaned but then crawled over to the bed, where Justin was reclining. His cock was already rising, and Russell eagerly took it back in his mouth. I fetched my purse from the front room, and withdrew the thin dildo I liked to use on Russell and a bottle of lube. I slicked up the dildo and spread some lube on his asshole with my finger, then slid the dildo into his ass. He started moaning around Justin’s cock and bucking his ass back toward me. I stopped them before they reached the point of no return.
“Go to your chair,” I told Russell, climbing on top of Justin. “Bring it by the foot of the bed.” I bent to offer Justin my breasts while Russell dragged his chair closer and sat down. “Don’t touch your cock,” I ordered, moving around on Justin’s lap until I found the right spot. “You got him nice and hard, and now you get to watch me ride him.”
I slid down slowly so that Russell could savor the sight of Justin’s cock penetrating me, but I soon lost all patience and started bouncing up and down. I hadn’t been on him for more than a minute when I came with a moan. Then I spun around so that Russell could get a view of me from the front.
“You don’t get to come until later,” I told him. “After Justin and I are satisfied, I’ll let you climax — if you’re good.”
Grinning at him, I withdrew, backing up on Justin until my wet pussy was just over his face so that we could sixty-nine. I slobbered all over his hard prick, gobbling up the head and pumping the shaft with my hand. It felt so nasty to be doing such a thing in front of my husband, both forbidden and liberating at the same time. I was soon squirming around on Justin’s face, moaning in orgasm again.
Afterward, I lay on my back so that Justin could fuck me at the foot of the bed. Russell stared at Justin’s hard cock plunging in and out of my sodden hole. He wanted to jerk off so bad! I could tell by the desperate look on his face. I reached down to spread the lips of my pussy and began frigging my clit, moaning all the while and telling Russell how good it felt. The tips of my fingers kept brushing against Justin’s cock, and he was starting to breathe hard. I knew he was close to coming, and so I stood up, turned around, and leaned over the edge of the bed to let him pummel me from the rear.
This is my favorite position, for both the angle and the depth of penetration. I just love to be fucked really hard from behind, and the slight curve of Justin’s amazing penis was doing a real number on me. Justin was moaning, his pelvis slamming against my ass with more and more urgency. I had let him go bareback in me, and I looked over at Russell and smiled as my lover grunted and emptied his balls inside me.
Russell was frantic by now, and when Justin had caught his breath I asked him if he wouldn’t mind letting us have the bed for a few minutes. Curious, he took Russell’s chair, looking on with interest as I ordered Russell on his back on the bed and squatted down over his mouth, facing his feet. “Clean me up,” I snapped, taking hold of his cock and stroking it slowly. “Lick out all the cream from my pussy, and I’ll let you come. Go on, lick me clean like a good boy.”
Russell needed no further encouragement. He was already diving into my freshly fucked snatch with gusto, gobbling up Justin’s warm load as it leaked from my messy hole. I tugged on his swollen cock, and he let out a muffled cry as he spurted all over my breasts. I made him finish licking up Justin’s load, and then I leaned over him and let him lick up all his come from my titties.
Justin was hard again, and I straddled him where he sat and rode myself to another blissful orgasm. Then I had Russell get down on his hands and knees in front of the chair and fucked his ass with the dildo while he sucked Justin’s cock once more. When Justin came, I warned Russell not to spill a drop of his load. I needn’t have bothered; he opened wide and let me watch Justin shoot right into his mouth. Then his lips closed over the head of Justin’s penis to let the rest of the creamy load squirt across his tongue. It was such a sexy sight.
Russell has been my willing and devoted slave for the past two years. What started as a fun game between the two of us has developed into an exciting lifestyle. The trust required for this kind of playfulness has made our marriage quite strong. Both Russell and I consider his submission to be nothing more than an amusing way for him to pamper me. We’ve a number of adventures since that wonderful night with Justin — and look forward to many more.
