Seth’s domination of me began in our fifth year of marriage during a friendly debate over something trivial. At a sudden loss for words, he grabbed me and put me over his knee, calling me a bad girl and yanking down my panties to deliver a playful and unexpected spanking. I don’t think either of us expected my reaction: Within seconds I was straddling his lap, bouncing up and down on his hard cock. After this incident, every subsequent sexual encounter became much more kinky within weeks we were buying whips and handcuffs, happily exploring a side of ourselves that we hadn’t dared imagine when we first began dating.
Six months later, Seth made full partner at the firm, and I stopped having to work. I used the time to further my education and pamper my beloved husband. In front of other people, I was his equal in every respect, as always, but when we were by ourselves, I became his eager and willing slave.
Seth and I would often play secret games. He might forbid me to wear panties or a bra during a routine shopping excursion, or have me go down on him in the car. It started out as fun, but within a surprisingly short time, both of us seemed addicted to having me surrendering to his will. I found myself purposely making dinner late or leaving the house just a bit messy, simply to give Seth an excuse to “punish” me.
It was always after I’d pretended to be bad that we had the most delectable fun. Seth might toy with my pussy for hours without letting me come, or put me on my knees, hands cuffed behind my back, and order me to suck his cock. One time, he blindfolded me, stripped me down to my garter belt and bra, and paddled my backside with the back of a hairbrush. I loved it! After every discipline session I was insatiable, and we’d end up fucking well into the morning hours.
Before long, Seth and I each began to push the envelope of my submission in exciting new ways, and he’d frequently thrill me with surprising scenarios. But the latest was the most daring one yet.
“I’ll be a little late tonight,” said Seth before he left for work. “Be naked when I get home.”
A shiver crept up my spine. I knew by the tone in Seth’s voice that he was planning something special.
“You must listen to my instructions tonight, and do everything you’re told,” he said, heading toward the closet. I felt a rush of warmth between my legs, and I tried to keep my breathing normal as he put on his coat and gave me a casual kiss good bye. But all day long, I was thinking about what wicked surprise he’d have for me at the end of the day.
I prepared dinner that night, choosing a dish that could be ready at a moment’s notice, and before he arrived home, I took off all my clothes, as was expected of me. I heard Seth enter the house while I was in the kitchen, and I went to greet him. But I froze in my tracks as the door opened and I heard another man’s voice along with my husband’s. Seth had brought someone home with him, another man and I was naked!
I knew immediately that Seth had planned this on purpose, wanting to see how absolute my obedience was. And while I was somewhat nervous, I’ll also admit that I was incredibly turned on by the idea of a stranger seeing me naked and submitting to my husband. I entered the living room and stood there nude before my husband and a tall, muscular young man with short dark hair.
“This is Julian,” said Seth, introducing him with deliberate calm. “He works for an investment firm in the office next door to mine. I know it’s short notice, but I invited him for dinner.” Seth kept his eyes on me, clearly wondering what I would do.
My skin tingled with excitement as I stepped toward our guest, holding out my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Julian,” I said with the same composure Seth had displayed, as if I weren’t stark naked in front of a complete stranger. I could tell by Julian’s relaxed demeanor that Seth had told him to expect me in this state, but the wideness of his eyes betrayed that my husband hadn’t mentioned my measurements. My figure attracts a good amount of attention when I’m in a bikini at the beach. With nothing on at all I was quite an eyeful, and I could tell that Julian liked what he saw.
I prepared drinks for the men while dinner heated, and then they sat down at the table. “Doesn’t she have lovely breasts?” Seth asked Julian, cupping them as I filled my husband’s plate. “Feel how soft and supple they are.”
I tried to keep my jaw from dropping as Seth invited Julian to feel my breasts, but I willingly turned toward our guest. Julian gave one breast a tentative caress, fingering the nipple as I fought back a moan. Since I seemed to be enjoying his touch, he gathered both breasts in his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. “You’re right. They’re gorgeous,” he agreed.
Dinner conversation was quite normal, with both men acting as though there was nothing unusual about a naked woman serving them. After dinner, we moved into the living room. I asked Seth if he’d like me to bring coffee. “In a minute,” he said. “Right now I want you to go get your special panties.”
My “special panties” were a medium size dildo and tiny butt plug attached to a thin leather G string that fastened around my waist, much like a garter belt they turned a simple walk across the room into an orgasmic experience for me. I felt a frisson of excitement as I realized that Seth wanted me to wear my special panties in front of our guest. I went and fetched them right away.
Seth made a big display out of putting the kinky garment on me. Kneeling, he spread the lips of my pussy with his fingers and probed my hole with the tip of his tongue until it was nice and slippery with my juices and his saliva. Then he rubbed my entrance with the head of the dildo and slipped it into me. I looked over at Julian and gasped softly as the rubber cock filled my pussy.
Then Seth turned me around. The thin strip of G string was now hanging from the front of my pussy, with the little butt plug dangling less than an inch below. Seth spread the cheeks of my backside and flicked his wet tongue over my asshole, and then he slipped the little butt plug in and attached the end of the G string to the back of waistband. Both of my holes were packed full, and I teetered on the verge of orgasm as I stood upright.
“Now go and get the coffee, please.”
I tried to keep my expression casual as I walked into the kitchen, but with every step I took, the two rubber phalluses would press and rub against each other through the thin membrane in between, producing ripples of delight. By the time I came out with the coffee, I was wild with lust.
“Now walk around the room,” Seth instructed.
I was trembling. Part of my submission to Seth forbade me from coming without his express authority I was to depend solely upon him for my satisfaction. But parading me around naked in front of a stranger while my pussy and ass were plugged was a completely arousing thing to do it fed into my submissive tendencies, and I knew it would be hard for me to control myself.
“Go ahead,” said Seth, patient but firm. “Walk around the room for us. ”
It took intense concentration to keep my knees from shaking. Walking around in this particular garment made me feel more naked than I’ve ever felt in my life and also made me incredibly aware of my body and how aroused I was becoming. From Seth’s smug smile, he must have guessed this to be the case a fact that only made me love him more.
The men kept their conversation light, as if I wasn’t moving around the room, naked with toys shoved in both of my holes. I politely asked if they would like dessert with their coffee. “Not just yet,” Seth replied. “I think we’d rather have some entertainment. Come here, please.”
I was hot all over. If I moved too quickly, I would come. I kept my gaze down and took slow, careful steps until I stood before Seth. He unbuckled the garter belt and slowly withdrew the two probes from my body as I gasped. My cunt was dripping wet, and he snickered. “You’re too excited now and need to take care of that. Go sit on that easy chair and make yourself come.”
This would be the ultimate submission to Seth’s will it had taken many months before I was comfortable masturbating in front of him. I felt very shy about doing it in front of Julian, and yet I found the idea sinfully pleasing and I badly needed to climax. I sat down in the chair and spread my legs. “Don’t look down,” Seth insisted. “Look at us. You’re doing this for our amusement, not yours. Make yourself come for us.”
I put my hand between my legs and began to massage my pussy, keeping eye contact with both men. I placed a fingertip on each side of my clit and worked it in a slow, steady rhythm, snaking a finger from my other hand in and out of my pussy. Doing something so personal for their entertainment was so subservient an act that I found myself crying out in orgasm in no time.
I had barely caught my breath when Seth said, “Julian seems quite taken with you. I’d like you to sit in his lap and let him caress your beautiful body.”
I had expected my climax to be the end of the game, but Seth wasn’t stopping. I couldn’t deny the intense arousal that fact created in me.
Julian sat next to Seth on the sofa. I could feel my face flushing with heat as I walked in front of him, turning to sit down in his lap. Julian put his hands on my shoulders, sending chills down my spine. With the lightest contact, he slid his hands slowly down to my wrists before placing them on each side of my waist. I reminded myself that I was Seth’s property I belonged to him, and he could do with me as he pleased and what he wanted right now was to show me off to his friend.
Julian’s hands slid up my back between my shoulder blades, lingering at my neck before dropping to my breasts. Again his touch caused a sharp intake of breath, one that my husband noticed. Julian’s hands paused at my belly, not daring to move lower. He then moved them to my hips, which only served to turn me on even more. “Go ahead,” Seth invited him. “Check out how wet she is now. Your finger should slide right in. I bet you can make her come in no time.”
I could feel Julian’s hard on through his pants, and I spread my legs slightly to give him access to my sex. He took his time probing my slippery hole as I tried not to voice the rapture it gave me. “God, she’s tight,” he told Seth. “I can barely get a second finger in!”
I found it shocking that Seth would allow another man to do something so personal with me, but questioning his authority never entered my mind. Besides, I was enjoying myself Julian’s fingers were absolute magic, and in just over a minute I was squeezing his hand between my thighs, moaning as my orgasm gripped me.
Once I’d caught my breath, Seth had me fetch our thin rubber dildo. I stood in front of him, parting my cheeks with my hands and gasping as he licked my asshole. When my hips began rocking, he stopped licking me and slid the dildo into my back hole, fucking my ass with it while he fingered my clit. When he had me on the verge of coming again, he removed the dildo and had me lay back on the dining room table with my legs spread, to once again masturbate for his and Julian’s enjoyment. This time they stood right over me, looking down at me as I buried my finger deep in my pussy. I drove myself to a furious orgasm as the boys clapped in appreciation.
Julian returned to his seat on the couch, seeming to be very turned on by all he’d seen.
“Look at what you’ve done!” said Seth, pointing to the bulge in our guest’s pants. “It would be very rude to leave him like that. Come, sit on the floor and suck his cock.”
Seth’s remark startled me, conjuring up sexy images in my head of me sucking off Julian. The fantasy was distracting and delayed my reaction. Seth waited a few seconds for me to respond, and then got up and walked into the adjoining room. Julian and I exchanged looks, and then we heard a drawer open and close. Julian still looked puzzled, but I knew what that sound meant. My face flushed hotly as Seth reappeared, holding a small cat o’ nine tails.
“On your knees, with that pretty behind of yours facing us,” he said softly.
My breath was coming faster as I knelt and leaned forward, presenting my backside to Seth. He gave me three lashes across the buttocks, bringing a gasp from me each time. Having Seth punish me in front of someone else was lusciously embarrassing, and my pussy was dripping with arousal.
“Must I repeat myself?” he asked.
“No, sir.” I was so horny now that I would do whatever he wanted, but what I wanted most was to suck Julian’s dick. I went over, got down on my knees between Julian’s legs, and opened his pants. His cock was long and straight, with a thick, bulbous head. I held it at the base and licked the end, pumping his shaft a few times before closing my mouth over the head. Julian moaned as I sucked his cock, drawing it in and out of my mouth as my fingertips ran lightly along its underside. I held it by the root and slapped the head against my tongue.
Seth squatted down behind me and spanked my backside with his hand. “That’s it. Service his cock like a good girl.”
“Yes, sir,” I uttered before engulfing the head of Julian’s cock again. I began moving my lips up and down the shaft, going slightly lower each time until I was taking more than half its length in my mouth. I was getting into this now I wasn’t Seth’s wife at this moment, but his sexual servant.
“Is this all right, sir?” I asked, taking Julian’s cock between my breasts and squeezing them against it. I moved up and down, sticking out my tongue to catch the end of his prick as it poked out of the little tunnel I’d made. “Do you like this?”
“I think he does,” said Seth.
Julian was thrusting his hips off the sofa, pushing his cock back and forth between my tits. I gave him a few strokes, and then let his cock push right back between my waiting lips. He gasped and closed his eyes as I licked and sucked at his cockhead. I knew he was getting close to coming. His penis sprang back and forth at the root when I let go of it, and I giggled as I took it back between my breasts.
Julian’s breath came hot and heavy now. He was very close, and I let him fuck my tits at will. Suddenly, he was grunting and shooting hot come all over my breasts.
“You should clean that up,” said Seth. I smiled and licked up all the come from Julian’s cock and balls, and then used my fingertips to scoop up his load from my breasts. I was about to stand when Seth told me to get on my hands and knees, and then he moved behind me.
It felt completely servile to have Seth take his pleasure with me in front of a guest, but that’s what made it so exciting. I could see Julian watching us from the corner of my eye, and that made it even better. I had needed a good hard fucking after what I’d just done, and it felt delicious to let Julian see me like this, so submissive to my husband’s will.
There was no lovemaking involved Seth fucked me as though I were merely a vessel for his lust, and I found it powerfully stimulating, especially under the gaze of a casual acquaintance. It felt both submissive and liberating at the same time. I was not in control, and as a result I could enjoy whatever Seth decided to do with me.
Seth was nearing orgasm. His breathing was deep, and I could feel his cock swelling inside me. A few more stabs into my pussy, and he was on the verge of popping. “Up, up on your knees,” he commanded. I turned on my knees to face his bursting cock, opening my mouth so that he could fire right into it. “Ahh!” he cried, stroking his shaft and filling my mouth with his creamy come. I swallowed every shot that he gave me.
Julian was sitting on the couch, stroking his rejuvenated erection as we turned to him. “You’ve gotten our guest excited again,” Seth said. “Better go spread your legs for him before he loses control of himself all over our couch.”
I must have looked surprised. “Go and take care of our guest,” he snapped, slapping my backside hard. I had to stifle a moan.
I was already very excited I had been just approaching orgasm when Seth had climaxed, and taking his load in my mouth had really stoked my coals. Julian had a nice cock, and while I’d had it in my mouth, I hadn’t been able to stop wondering what it would feel like inside me. The overwhelming factor, though, was that it would prove to Seth that I would do anything he told me to do, which excited me like nothing else. I can’t explain my desires. I just know that they’re there, and by answering their call, I’m ultimately satisfied.
I followed Seth’s instructions to the letter. I walked over, lay down on the floor in front of him, and spread my legs for Julian. “My husband would like you to take whatever you want,” I said, looking at Seth.
Julian didn’t have to be asked twice. He knelt on the floor in front of me and slid his big dick into my wet pussy, which was still swollen from the hard fucking Seth had given me. My nipples were as stiff as erasers, and he fondled my breasts as he moved his cock in and out of me. I looked up at Seth, who whispered, “Go ahead, baby. Come all over his cock.” That was it I came hard and fast, unable to stifle my cries.
Afterward, Seth still had me serve them dessert, with come dripping down the inside of my leg. I felt wonderfully slutty and satisfied.
After out guest left for the night, Seth pulled me into the bedroom. “You were a good girl tonight,” he said, playfully swatting my bare backside. “But now I want you to be bad!”
Seth and I made love all night with both of us looking forward to our next kink filled adventure.