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I paused for a few seconds. "Flirting with him... Seeing you sat very close to him... Seeing you kiss him..." My voice suddenly faltered as the incredible eroticism of what I was saying washed over me. My cock joyfully hardened even further.

Angela's sexy eyes glittered; she was obviously relishing this new information. "What else, lover? What else would really drive you fucking insane?"

"Seeing him fondling your tits through your blouse." I blurted.

"Through my blouse - or would under my blouse be better?" my wife teasingly asked.

"Under it," I panted.

My wife tilted her head and her smile spread even wider across her face. "With or without me wearing a bra?"

"Without."

Angela giggled briefly. "Mmmm! So you'd like to see Jason fondling my bare tits under my blouse right in front of you, hmm? And what if you saw me caressing his cock through his jeans - would that be okay too?" she blatantly inquired, going into what I thought of as her 'Domme' mode.

"Uh-huh," I almost squeaked. "That would be more than okay."

My wife crossed her long, smooth legs. "And how about if I took his hand, and led him into our bedroom and shut the door behind us, Cuckie? Would you sit here on the couch and wait and listen as he fucked me in our bed?"

"Christ - Yes!" I yelped. My cock gave a delighted vicarious throb at her words as it began pressing against my fly.

Angela tilted her head and gazed at me intently for a second or two. "Are you telling me that you'd really like that to happen, my little cuckold?"

I swallowed. "I guess I am," I replied breathlessly.

"You want me to be that open with Jason in front of you?"

"Yes!" I panted. "I've been thinking about it for weeks..."

"Ahh!" my wife replied. "Have you now? What things have you been thinking, my little Cuckie?"

"Just like you said - him knowing he can take you to bed, and me hearing him fuck you as I sit waiting!" I told her in a tight voice. I could feel my cock swelling even faster at my depraved admission.

"Mmmm! - and wait you would!" my wife assured me. "What else?"

"Imagining that you're dating him," I blurted.

Angela's eyebrows lifted again. "Ooooh!" she drawled. "Dating him? Like I was his girlfriend, you mean?" she asked with another sexy grin.

"Yes!"

"Ahhh!" Angela replied smoothly. "That would be very, very kinky, wouldn't it, my little lover? Jason and me going out together, and kissing and petting in front of you when we got back - and you having to sit there, waiting and watching it all..." Her voice trailed off for a few seconds and she gave a soft, almost imperceptible quiver of delight. She eyed me for several seconds. "Would you like me to try and set it up with Jason the next time you lose the game, my little Cuckie?"

Almost against my will I found myself nodding. The sheer magnitude and carnality of what she proposed washed over me like a salacious ****. Another pang of almost delicious *********** surged through me as I again imagined meeting Jason fact-to-face, and him being fully aware that Angela could freely and openly cuckold me. My cock was now totally hard - or as hard as it was going to get - and it pressed urgently against the front of my trousers.

Angela uttered her sensual chuckle. "Okay, my little lover - I'll see what I can arrange. You're sure that you'd be okay with it if I could swing it?"

I simply nodded again. Angela glanced down at my hard on tenting my trousers, and her lips curled in a leer once more.

"Hmm!" she intoned throatily. "Looks like something else is excited by the idea of you openly watching!" She uttered her sexy chuckle again. "Wanna pick another card, my little Cuckie?" she mischievously asked; this was her new euphemism for us having sexual intercourse - me 'picking a card'.

I huskily told her I did, and she rose from the couch without another word, and led me into our bedroom. A minute later I was moaning her name as my pliant cock gradually slithered into her warm, moist pussy.

Angela glanced up at me through half-closed eyes. "Are you sure you wanna openly watch me and Jason together, Cuckie?"

"YES!" I moaned. I began thrusting almost desperately into her.

"You know if I do set it up that you'll have to sit there and watch me kiss him, don't you?"

"YEAH!" I wailed. "I want you to!"

"I bet you do!" My wife spread her legs wider, opening for me more fully. "And I will let him play with my tits as you watch - and I'll even look at you and wink as he does it!" she hissed.

"Jesus! - DO IT!" I practically shrieked. My semi-hard cock spasmed as the clinging friction of her velvet-smooth cunt caressed it. Climax hovered like a circling vulture.

"Mmm, I will do it, cuckold! And I might even do what I said - bring him in here as you sit outside in the lounge room and wait! Just imagine hearing me scream as he slides that big cock of his into me, Cuckie!" Angela tilted her head back and giggled. "I'll even yell out nice and loud how huge his cock is so you can hear!"

I gave a strangled ******* gasp, and climaxed.

Several minutes later, Angela held out the now familiar deck of cards. This would be my fifth card, and I apprehensively picked one.

Angela smiled softly as she saw I had drawn a pair.

"It looks like Fate is trying to tell us something, Cuckie?" she said. "I'll call Jason tomorrow, and see if he wants to come see me again - next Friday night, maybe," She looked sideways at me. "And if he's able to make it, I'll ask him about your kinky little ideas, hmm?"

I simply nodded. Immediately after climaxing, the notion of Angela and Jason's relationship becoming more overt had less appeal - but I knew that within the hour I would be as receptive to the idea as I was before I'd made love to Angela - and possibly more so.

Ten minutes later, my wife smilingly handed me one of those evil little pills, and she watched as I swallowed it - the first of six or so that would start another period of ******** impotence, and culminate in my wife cuckolding me yet again.

I looked at her briefly; here was a woman who had once said that she would most likely never cuckold me for real - and here she was, eagerly doing it and apparently loving every second of it. I shook my head at the vicissitudes of sexuality, and wondered where this carnal odyssey would take us. I did know one thing.

I didn't want it to stop.

Jason duly visited just over a week later. I was again ensconced in the spare room - naked, cuffed and bound to the office chair - watching through the mirrored window as he and Angela stripped and settled into the spa. Earlier in the week Angela had once again asked me if I really wanted her to pursue the possibility of her intimate relationship with Jason becoming an open secret. I softly told her that I did, and as the week drifted past the notion of watching Angela and her lover with no need to hide simply become stronger - no doubt augmented by my **** induced impotency.

As I now watched my sexy wife easing herself into the hot water of the spa, my stomach fluttered as I wondered whether she would broach the subject with Jason. My heart raced and I panted in tingling apprehension.

The pair made small talk in the spa for only a minute or two before Angela said to him: "By the way - how'd you like to take me out to dinner in a week or so?"

"Sure, babe," Jason replied. "Is Michael going away again soon?"

"Nope," my wife told him. "Michael will probably be right here at home."

Jason's eyebrows vaulted high, and Angela laughed at his puzzled expression. She announced that she had made an interesting discovery; she told Jason that she and I had recently discussed the idea of swinging. Jason sent her an inquisitive stare, and my wife went on to explain that 'swinging' was perhaps the wrong term. Instead, she had 'discovered' that the idea of her having sex with another man excited me, and I had strongly hinted that I would give her 'permission' to do so if an opportunity presented itself.

Jason evinced surprise, but told Angela that he was quite familiar with 'open' relationships. In fact, he went on to reveal that when he was nineteen years old, he had become involved in a sporadic threesome with a friend named John, and John's girlfriend, Mary-Anne. The trio engaged in sex on more than a dozen occasions over a period of about eight months, and Mary-Anne would ardently service both men in turn. Mary-Anne had privately told Jason that John had coaxed her into the threesome because it drove him wild to 'watch another man shagging me'.

Jason finished his tale by telling Angela that John and Mary-Anne had eventually broken up over an unrelated matter - but the situation had given him new insights into both human sexuality and polygamous relationships.

I could see Angela's eyes glittering as she listened, and I realised that Jason's admission of previously engaging in a threesome had played beautifully into her hands

"Sooo," Angela drawled, leaning back in the spa. "You used to bang your buddy's girlfriend as he watched, hmm? Very kinky! And let me guess - you were a little bigger than John was?"

Jason chuckled modestly. "Yeah - by a couple of inches. In the end, Mary-Anne would openly tell me - in front of John - to fuck her with my 'big cock'." Jason chuckled again and gave his head a rueful shake. "John seemed to lap it up, and at the time I thought the whole situation was crazy - but they both seemed to really get off on it."

"I'm sure they did," my wife replied smoothly. "And how did it make you feel to be able to screw her in front of him - to basically take your buddy's girlfriend?"

Jason's eyes swiveled towards her. "I gotta say that it made me feel pretty cocky - no pun intended!" He laughed briefly. "Mary-Anne often told me - again, in front of John - that I was the best fuck she'd ever had, and that's always good for any man's ego, I guess. But I gotta admit that screwing Mary-Anne as John watched, and knowing I was doing it better than he could, made me feel pretty damned smug."

"No doubt," my wife commented, her face curling into a grin. "I'm sure that you made Mary-Anne a very happy and satisfied girl!"

Jason laughed. "I sure gave it my best shot."

Angela chuckled. "You gave it quite a few shots by the sound of it," my wife tartly replied, leaning over him to reach for her cigarettes and lighter. She kissed him briefly before settling back and lighting a smoke.

"So, sexy," she said, exhaling a stream of smoke. "It seems that my hubby is a bit like your friend John - Michael actually told me that he's been fantasizing about another man screwing me ever since we got married."

Jason turned his head towards her and nodded. "He sounds a lot like John." Jason shrugged. "I've heard that plenty of guys have that fantasy."

"Quite a few, I'm betting," Angela replied. She sent him a long, appraising stare. "How would you like to repeat what you did with Mary-Anne and John?"

Jason looked at her for several seconds. "Are you talking about you and Michael and me having a threesome?"

Angela shook her head. "No - not a threesome. Michael's main kink is to simply know that I'm having a 'bit on the side', as the saying goes. He told me he'd like to watch, but it's not an absolutely crucial part of the fantasy. For example, he said it would drive him out of is mind to just hear me fucking in our bedroom as he was sat out in the lounge." Angela's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh - and like your friend John, Michael told me that he's always imagined me being with a guy who had a big cock - a big cock like yours."

Jason grinned briefly at her ego-stroking remark. "And you're sure he'd actually let you do it?"

Angela nodded. "He's already told me that he'd be very open to the idea. So if I can swing it, would you be interested?"

Jason rubbed his chin. "I dunno," he replied uncertainly, but I could see that he was giving the idea serious thought. "I'd have to be sure that Michael was totally cool with you and me hooking up - there's a difference between fantasizing about your wife screwing another guy, and her actually doing it."

"True enough," Angela said. "But knowing Michael as I do, I have no doubt that he'd be fine with it." She further dangled the carrot by telling him that he would be able to enjoy her considerable charms a lot more frequently if she had my approval to 'play'. This aspect naturally appealed to him, and I could see that he was giving the idea even more serious consideration.

"How often would we be able to play?" Jason asked her.

My wife pondered for no more than a second. "Each weekend, at least," she replied. She stared towards my hiding place and immediately added: "And maybe more if my little hubby really gets off on it. Would you mind driving over here on weeknights?"

Jason grinned at her. "Not at all - I'd drive over each night if I could!"

Angela giggled. "You're too horny for your own good! Well, let's just say that if it makes Michael as hot as I think it will, then you'll probably be seeing me some weeknights, as well!" Angela leaned toward him and playfully added: "So - would you like to have free access to some married pussy, honey?"

Jason chuckled. "I like access to your pussy, married or not! But it is kinda hot to imagine us doing it, and Michael knowing about it."

Angela mirrored his grin and rolled right along. "I think so too," she said. "In fact, thinking about you and me screwing as my hubby waits is making me quite frisky."

Jason laughed. "Is it now? Kinky girl!"

Angela smiled demurely. "I'm a lot kinkier than you think!"

They then idly discussed various methods to 'introduce' Jason into the picture. Angela's approach was direct - she suggested that she'd simply inform me that they had met at a local store, and she'd noted that he did landscaping work. She would get him to call around for a 'quote' on a new rockery for the front garden - which Angela and I had previously discussed - and things would go from there.

In the spare room, I sat bound and naked, and once again admired my wife's deviously lecherous planning. What she was proposing was, of course, a considerable distortion of the truth - but Jason would never know that. All he would know was that Angela's husband had just essentially sanctioned her having a 'bit on the side'.

In fact, he again told Angela that it would be 'hot' to be able to bed her, knowing that I was fully aware he was doing so. Angela giggled softly, taking a last drag on her cigarette before butting it, and promptly told him that he should really think about bedding her right now.

He duly obliged her on the bench-press - with enough zest and skill to make my wife climax three times. My cock and balls tingled as Angela's squeals of ecstasy gushed from the speakers. Perhaps to further tease and torment me, my wife loudly told him that she agreed with Mary-Anne - he was the best fuck that she'd ever had, too.

Jason eventually gave a husky moan of his own, and his large, full balls suddenly hoisted themselves tightly to the base of his shaft, spasming joyfully as his rock-hard cock sank into my wife's cunt to the hilt. Her long, sexy legs convulsed around his clenched buttocks as his cock began pumping his semen into her creamy depths. Angela actually climaxed again as he exploded more than eight inches inside her, underscoring her orgasm with a pleading yell for him to fill her up! Her unbelievably lewd exhortation sent a masochistic ripple dancing through me, and I uttered a ****** gasp as a thin stream of his semen oozed from the base of her slit and trickled, with almost sensual slowness, into the crack of her ass.

A few hours later I was again leaning forward as I sat bound to the chair, licking their combined juices from my wife's sopping cunt. After she had climaxed to the warm, wet rhythm of my tongue, Angela again slowly masturbated my soft cock and teased me about what she and Jason had planned.

She gave a brief chuckle and her sexy green eyes gazed into mine. "That reminds me - I had better officially ask for your permission to play, I guess!" She uttered her wicked giggle. "Is it okay if I hook up with sexy Jason anytime I want so that he can fuck my brains out, baby?"

"Yes!" I gasped.

"And while I was giving Jason my pussy tonight I thought of some naughty changes to the card game, Cuckie," Angel began. "Wanna hear them?" I quickly nodded as her warm, soft fingers rubbed and tickled my glans. My wife grinned up at me and began explaining.

The changes she suggested were not only major, but also had diabolically lascivious consequences. As the game stood now, I selected one card each time that Angela and I made love in order to trigger her next liaison with Jason - and for me to subsequently spend a week taking the medication that kept me completely flaccid until the pair had intercourse.

Angela now proposed what amounted to an almost complete inversion of the game. I would start taking the pills that kept me flaccid permanently until I drew a pair - and only then could I stop taking them so that I could harden enough to fuck her. The sting in the tail was that I would only be able to draw a card each time Jason fucked her, instead of me!

"So my little Cuckie?" Angela drawled. "How would you like that? For you to be kept soft and limp until Jason has fucked me enough times for you to draw a pair of cards, hmm?"

With Angela gently cupping and stroking my soft but desperate cock, my sexual excitement once again reaching an incandescent level, I openly moaned at her statement.

"Aww, does the new and improved version of the game excite you, my limp little Cuckie?" Angela teased. "To imagine Jason screwing me seven, eight, nine times or more before you're able to get hard enough to do the same?"

"YES!" I shrieked

Angela flashed me an evil grin. "And, of course, if Jason plays ball and takes up your generous offer to let me play, then it'll all be out in the open, won't it? Jason will meet you, and he'll know that he can fuck your wife anytime he likes! In fact, you'd better hope he fucks me plenty - because it's the only way you're gonna get to pick another card!" Angela tilted her head back and giggled.

"Jesus fuck!" I practically screamed. "DO IT! DO IT!"

"Okay, my soft-cocked little man!" she replied. "We'll play the new version of the game from now on." Her eyes bored up into mine. "And - just so it's absolutely clear - while your taking those pills and waiting to draw a pair of cards, I won't touch your limp little pecker, or stroke it, or suck it, and you definitely won't fuck me with it! While we play this game, you won't cum at all - you'll be completely cut off! Understood? The best you can hope for is that I'll let you lick my hot, steamy cunt every so often - probably after Jason's just creamed it!"

"OH MY GOD - YES!" I wailed. Her dancing, stroking fingers found that perfect spot under my glans. I arched my back as orgasm beckoned to me!

"But of course I'll suck and fuck Jason while you wait, honey!" my wife added almost merrily. "You wont have to worry about me going without - my young lover will pop over every weekend or so to make sure that my pussy gets a good, hard serve of decent cock!" She smiled sweetly, uttered her sexy, teasing giggle again. "And I'll give him plenty of THIS, too..." She leaned down and took my soft, twitching cock into her hot, wet mouth.

I came almost immediately.

*****

An hour or so later we were lying in bed, having our usual gentle chat about the evening's sizzling events. Angela once more asked me if I was sure that I would be okay with both the new version of the carnal game, and also about her openly hooking up with Jason.

I briefly wondered just how it would feel to sit in the same room with my wife's young lover - and to know that he was fully aware I had given Angela total permission to spread her long legs for him whenever she felt inclined. Another poignant ripple of almost masochistic waves ebbed through me as I imagined the pair drifting into the bedroom, and hearing my wife's ardent gasps and squeals trickle from within. Even more titillating was the prospect of waiting until Jason had fucked Angela enough times for me to draw a pair of cards.

"And I'd draw a card each time you and Jason fucked?" I shakily asked her.

My wife nodded. "Yes - each time. Tonight, for example, you would have been able to pick two cards because we screwed twice."

I suddenly realised that even if the pair hooked up once a week and had intercourse twice each time, the odds were that it could take several weeks for Angela's lascivious game to run its course and for me to cease taking the wicked medication.

I quietly mentioned this to Angela.

A slight grin floated across her face. "Uh-huh," she nodded. "It could take a few weeks - but that's part of the tease, don't you think, honey?" She propped herself up on her elbow beside me and stared into my eyes. "I kinda worked out the game so that the more often Jason gets to have me, the faster you'll get your reward, my sexy little lover! So - the more he gets my pussy, the sooner you'll get it! Am I evil, or what?" She finished with a cheeky giggle.

"You're evil, alright," I softly replied.

"But you love it, don't you, my little Cuckie?"

I gulped. "Yeah," I told her softly. "I do love it."

Angela chuckled. "So do you want me to get Jason to come over and give us a 'quote' for a new rockery this week?"

I slowly nodded, the impious little buzz screaming into life.

"Okay, honey," Angela said. "I'll ring him tomorrow and see if he can make it over on Tuesday then. I've got the day off work on Tuesday, so I can be here and tell him what I want him to do - in the garden, and elsewhere." She flashed a suggestive smile at me.

We both fell asleep, spent and exhausted, soon after

*****

I didn't get to talk to Angela much early Monday evening; she had to grab a bite of dinner, and then drive to her sister's house for a Tupperware party, or something similar. She did say before she left that she had called Jason, but that she would fill me in on the details when she got home later that evening.

As I sat waiting for Angela to get back, the evil little buzz had a grand old time teasing and tormenting me. The medication was wearing off, because my cock started to harden on several occasions.

Angela duly arrived home at about 10:30pm. We were in bed thirty minutes later, and Angela softly informed me that in their phone call that morning, she had announced to Jason that she had spoken to me again about getting my 'permission' for her to engage in sex outside of our marriage. She told Jason that I had eagerly encouraged her to do so, and that I was highly excited at the notion of her discreetly taking a lover. In reply, Jason had confirmed that as long as I was agreeable, he would love to broaden and expand their sexual relationship, adding that it would even be a lot of 'fun' to hook up so blatantly. Angela had concurred, impishly telling him 'the more blatant, the better'. Angela also told me that he would be arriving to do the 'quote' tomorrow at around 11:00am.

I glanced at her; as she had told me, she wasn't working tomorrow, and another masochistic pang slithered through me as a lewd thought popped into my mind. "Are you going to go to bed with him while I'm at work?" I asked shakily.

Angela turned her head towards me. "Would it be okay if I did?" she asked with a slight, almost knowing smile.

"Yes," I found myself answering breathlessly.

Angela smiled. "Then after he takes a look at the garden bed, I'll show him another sort of bed - and I'm sure he'll enjoy that a lot more than writing out the quote." Angela's eyes crinkled, and another soft giggle escaped her lips.

As our conversation progressed, my cock had naturally begun to harden, Angela felt it pressing against her soft belly, and she reached down and started stroking me.

"Is it making you hot to think of Jason fucking me while you're working, my Cuckie?" she asked gently.

"Uh-huh!" I panted.

"And if he takes me to bed tomorrow," my wife continued. "I think we should start the new game right away - don't you?"

"Oh my God - YES!" I croaked. My underworked cock grew rapidly at both her soft ministrations and her lascivious suggestion.

My wife smiled softly "Good," she breathed. "C'mon, baby - let's get that little pecker of yours a bit harder for me..."

I gasped and shakily slid my fingers down to her pussy; to my surprise, she was already soaking wet. Angela continued stroking my cock; it grew to just over three-quarters erect, and Angela decided that it was firm enough to enter her. She rolled over onto her back and spread her long legs, pulling me up on top of her.

Angela maneuvered the head of my stiff but slightly pliant cock between her labia, and I gasped as I shakily thrust forward. As my cock slowly inched inside her, Angela uttered a soft moan, and her legs curled around my hips.

"Fuck me, lover," she drawled, her sea-green eyes staring into mine. Her breasts pressed into my chest as I began shakily thrusting. I uttered a long groan of sheer ecstasy as the heat of her cunt enveloped me.

"Fuck me," she repeated. "Give it to me with your rubbery little pecker! And as you do, just think: this will probably be the last time for weeks that your tiny lil cock will be inside me. After you cum tonight, you're going to have to wait until you get another pair of cards, my poor little cuckold - and that's only going to happen after Jason has fucked me - over and over and OVER!" She giggled.

I gave a thin wail as I climaxed about five seconds later.

As I lay panting on my wicked wife, my deflating cock gave a poignant twinge, as if it knew that this was the last time it would explore the warm, moist confines of my wife's pussy for many weeks.

I knew it too - and I couldn't wait for it to start...

Chapter 12
As you may perhaps understand, my mind was not entirely on my work on Tuesday. I was stuck in the office today, and I frequently glanced at the clock as it made its sluggish journey towards 11:00am. I toyed with the idea of calling Angela at home, but I knew that she would be unable to resist playfully teasing me about Jason's impending visit, and I was frisky enough as it was: the way I felt, even the crack of dawn wouldn't be safe. As the eleven o'clock news warbled by on the radio, my imagination gave itself unlimited reign. In my mind's eye, I pictured my sexy wife answering Jason's knock at the front door - and giggling her soft, sexy giggle as she led her young lover into our house, and then into our bedroom, and finally into the yawning gap between her parted, hungry thighs.

The day trickled by, and my feverish imagination regularly drifted homeward, conjuring up a bevy of lascivious possibilities. My cock became a frequent distraction as it alternatively rose and fell like some frisky oil pump in the Texas countryside. I was still unable to achieve a totally hard and full erection - but this simply played into my wife's lecherous hands. After our brief coupling last night, Angela had made several offhand comments about how bendable and squashy my shaft had felt inside her, knowing that her remarks would simply arouse me even further. She had even coined a new tongue-in-cheek name for it - Three-four - meaning that I could only reach three-quarter hardness. To hear her playfully deride my penis in such a way simply added to the kinky eroticism of what we were doing.

At just before 5:00pm, I eagerly climbed into the car and headed home.

Angela greeted me with a warm, passionate kiss when I arrived. We made small talk for a minute or two as she stirred bubbling pots on the stove, wisps of steam arising from them as though they were witch's cauldrons. I subconsciously checked to see that she wasn't preparing tacos.

This evening she was dressed in a white tee shirt, which was tucked into a faded denim skirt. I noted that her legs were freshly shaven, and my gaze flickered over them for a few seconds. Angela caught my stare, and I'm sure she could sense my fluttering arousal. She grinned softly and retrieved a slip of paper from on top of the fridge. She silently handed it to me: the quote from Jason for the new rockery.

"So Jason made it here today, then?" I inquired lightly, absentmindedly glancing at the scrawled quote. My brow abruptly furrowed when I saw the estimated cost for the new rockery at the base of the page. I focused my gaze to make sure my eyes were reading the number of zeros correctly. I was. No wonder landscape gardeners all drove fucking Beemers or Mercs! Maybe I should change professions. I wryly remarked to Angela that her fuck-buddy was apparently not satisfied with screwing my wife - he was attempting to do the same to my goddamned wallet.

Angela tilted her face skyward and brayed with laughter, and she embraced me. "Now, that's funny!" she chuckled. "No wonder I love you so much!"

I sent her a grin, and uttered a mock gasp of pain - "Eeeeh!" - and flung the quote down as if it burnt my fingers, and my wife guffawed again. I looked at her, and I was suddenly realised just what a beautiful and sexy lady she was. She peered into a saucepan as though unsure what lurked within, and - apparently satisfied - she clamped a lid on its seething contents and then ushered me to the lounge room. We seated ourselves on the couch, and all humorous thoughts dissipated from me as I contemplated her gorgeous legs; I fleetingly wondered if they'd been spread to more than a ninety-degree angle today. My lewd thoughts were rudely interrupted - on the stovetop behind us, I could have sworn a pot farted. I suddenly wondered what the hell was for dinner.

"So - did Jason stay long today?" I asked in what I thought was smooth nonchalance, stoically ignoring the flatulent saucepan.

My wife tossed her long blonde tresses to one side and cut me off at the knees. "Are you asking if he took me to bed, lover?"

I swallowed and deflated. "I guess I am."

Before she even replied, the appearance of a sultry smile on her face told me everything. "Yes, honey - he did," she softly replied. "I hope that's okay with you?"

I took a long, shaking breath. "Yeah - you know it's okay," I replied in a tight voice. My heart raced, and I could feel my cock stirring in my trousers, like a puppy ready for a frolicsome game.

My wife tilted her head sideways and gazed at me. "Does that make you hot, honey?" she asked, a playful tone coloring her voice. "To know that I was letting him have me while you were at work?"

"Uh-huh!" I confirmed almost enthusiastically. The wicked little buzz screeched into life as my cock began to gleefully harden - or harden three-fourths, as Angela might have said. "How many times?"

Angela's smile broadened. "Just once, honey," she said, and then added: "But it kinda lasted a while..."

I swallowed and took the bait. "How long?"

"Ummm - almost an hour or so," Angela confirmed. Her eyes glittered. "That's okay, isn't it, baby?"

"Jesus Christ, yes!" I muttered excitedly. A tinge of exquisite *********** fluttered through me as the disparity between Jason's ardent stamina and my own recent feeble efforts in the sack struck me like a blow. I could barely last a minute, whilst Angela's virile lover could go nearly a whole hour!

"Jason was a bit frisky when he arrived, honey," my wife continued. "So we were kinda naughty - we went to bed before he'd even looked at the garden." Her eyes darted to my face and she uttered a brief giggle. "But later on he had a look in the garden and we talked about getting the rockery done."

"Did you talk about anything else?" I prompted. My stomach fluttered in anticipation.

Angela sent me a shrewd look, instantly comprehending the thrust of my question. "Do you mean did we talk about him and I openly hooking up?" Angela knowingly inquired.

I nodded. The pot burped petulantly behind us, as though it was pissed at us for ignoring it. I made a mental note to check Angela's cookbook.

My wife smiled softly. "As a matter of fact, we did, lover. I asked him if he wanted to take me out to dinner this coming Friday, and then maybe go see a movie or something." Angela's eyes flickered to my face. "He said that he'd love to - so he's going to come here Friday evening to pick me up. Is that okay too, baby?"

"Jesus - yes!" I replied huskily. I could feel my cock pressing pliantly against the front of my trousers.

Angela studied my face for a few seconds, and her own expression then took on a salacious lilt. "So - here is the situation: As far as Jason is concerned, he thinks that you've just agreed to let me discreetly 'play' - and, of course, he's totally unaware that you already know about him coming over when you were 'interstate'. He's kinda nervous about meeting you, so we'll just take things slowly until he gets accustomed to the idea. When he comes here to pick me up, just act like everything's cool, okay? He won't be here long anyway, and I'm sure that you'll know what to do."

I simply nodded. For a moment the surreal nature of our conversation washed over me as I realised my quick nod had just cleared the path for Angela to begin openly cuckolding me. I momentarily felt like pinching myself; just a few hours previously, my wife had slept with her lover - in our marital bed - and now here I was giving her the all-clear to not only continue with her dalliances, but giving them my tacit endorsement. I briefly wondered about the term being a slave to one's passions. It struck me that I was certainly becoming a slave to mine - and relishing every second of it.

Angela candidly pondered me for a few moments. "So, honey - I guess we've started our new game, hmm?"

"I guess so," I answered softly. The buzz seemed to give a wild screech of victory. My stomach fluttered again, and my cock joined in - giving several impatient throbs.

"I think the new game will be a lot of fun, lover," Angela playfully intoned. Her gaze swept over me once more, and her eyes crinkled mischievously when she noted the slight tent in my trousers. "Ahh! I see Three-four is up! Getting a bit frisky, my little Cuckie?"

"Christ, yes!" I panted, her use of my new nickname just adding to my excitement.

My wife crossed her sexy legs on the couch beside me; her denim skirt rode up an inch or two, and my gaze was virtually pulled downwards as her soft inner thigh came into view. My wife smiled. "Just think how hot you'll be Friday night when I'm out with Jason, honey - waiting for me to get home..."

I reached down and placed my hand on her warm thigh and began sliding it up under her skirt. Angela instantly seized my wrist and hoisted my probing fingers off her smooth, soft leg.

"Ut-ahh!" she playfully admonished, shaking her head. "You're forgetting that the game has started, lover - and you know the new rules: None for you!"

I uttered a frustrated groan. Angela glanced down at the swelling in my trousers and a fleeting grin passed over her face. The pot on the stove behind us had passed through its flatulent stage - it was instead now whistling in agony like a boiling lobster. I glanced uncertainly at Angela.

"That reminds me," she began, ignoring both my bewildered stare and the painful whistle emanating from the ******** contents of the saucepan. "Seeing how I was such a naughty girl with Jason today, you had better go and get the cards so you can pick one, lover," Her smile almost became a leer. "And get one of your pills, too - if we're playing the game, we'd better do it by the rules, hmm?"

I swallowed. I realised that once I started taking the medication I would again be rendered completely impotent and unable to climax, except with Angela's help - which would not be forthcoming this time. That deliciously submissive wave danced through me again. I looked at her and asked: "Are you going to let me cum before the pills kick in?"

"Nope," my wife replied at once. "I'm certainly not. You wanna play the game? Then like I just said - we play it by the rules - and last night was your final chance until we finish the game, my lil lover!" Angela's tilted her head. "Now go and get the cards and your little pill. It's time to take your medicine, honey!"

I gulped again, and arose on weak legs to do as she asked. My pliant erection had reluctantly started to deflate, but it remained semi-hard, like an enthusiastic but sidelined team member who was keen to leap into the contest should the summons arrive. I returned with the pack of cards and one of the pills. In the meantime Angela had retrieved a glass of water from the kitchen, and she watched with a half smile as I placed the pill on my tongue and swallowed it with a mouthful of water. The pot plaintively fluted behind me, as though in reproachful disapproval.

Angela then shuffled the cards and held them out to me. I picked the Queen of Hearts. It would later go into my bedside drawer - the first of what would more than likely be at least half a dozen more. My cock twitched again when I thought of how I would earn those cards - one at a time, sitting impotently by as another man's cock regularly explored and enjoyed the warm, clinging confines of my wife's pussy.

My lewd thoughts were distracted yet again as the pot suddenly uttered a vibrant, gurgling moan - like a death rattle. "Jesus fuck," I finally grunted to Angela. "What the hell's in that fucking pot?"

"Huh?" My wife looked askance at me. "Oh! Something new I'm trying." I peered uncertainly out into the kitchen, half expecting to see the contents of the pot attempting to flee. I shrugged.

Angela shortly served dinner. As we ate I asked her if she'd made any mention of the kinky game that we were playing to Jason.

My wife shook her head. "Absolutely not - that's our little secret, lover. Jason has no need to know about that, or about anything else we've done, for that matter. All he knows is that you've decided to let me 'play' a little - and for now that's perfectly adequate."

After we'd washed and dried the dishes, we returned to the lounge room and sank onto the couch. We listened to the rain tinkling on the roof, and Angela promptly served me an added treat - one that required her to firstly remove her panties, rapidly followed by me sinking to my knees in front of her and pressing my face firmly to the apex of her naked thighs. It was a dessert I'd always relished - now more so than ever.

By the next morning, my cock was again unresponsive and limp.

The pills had kicked in, and the new game had begun in earnest.

*****

Friday evening duly arrived. In preparation for her dinner date with Jason, Angela had showered early and blow-dried her blonde tresses into soft undulating waves. It was now the middle of winter, and despite the cool weather my wife dressed in a shortish skirt under which she wore black stockings and suspenders. I suspected that she wore the sizzling hosiery just as much to tease me as she did to please and impress Jason. Three-inch heels accentuated her shapely legs. I glanced appreciatively at her as we sat down in the lounge room to await her lover's arrival

As we waited, apprehension began wafting through me. Angela sensed my unease, and did her best to reassure me by keeping the chatter going.

At just before 6:30pm we heard the soft purr of a car engine pull into the driveway. Angela rose and peeked out the front window.

"Jason's here," she said over her shoulder. She turned to face me. "Just play it cool, okay baby?"

I shakily nodded. Heavy footfalls clunked up the front steps, followed by a tremulous knock at the door.

Angela strode over and opened the door. Jason's tall outline filled the doorframe.

"Hi!" Angela greeted him in a smooth voice.

"Hi Angela," Jason replied.

"Come in for a minute," my wife said, ushering him inside. I shakily rose to my feet. My mouth felt dry.

Angela did the introductions, and I finally shook the hand of the man who had been banging my hot, sexy wife for the last four months or so. He seemed to be just as apprehensive as I was, and I wondered if his stomach was fluttering as hard as mine.

Angela kept the conversation flowing, and we chatted for a few minutes about the quote for the new rockery before my wife ostentatiously glanced at her wristwatch.

"We'd better head off," she told Jason. He seemed relieved as my wife plucked her handbag from the coffee table. She then stepped towards me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"I'll see you when I get home, sweetie." she told me. My heart gave another hard thump.

Jason again extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Michael."

I shook his hand once more and mumbled: "Good to meet you too, Jason."

Without further ado my wife ushered her young lover to the front door. It was now raining lightly, and Angela turned to me one final time and sent me a sexy smile and winked before she pulled the door closed behind them, chirping a final "Bye!" to me. I heard them laughing about the rain as they made their way down to his car.

My pulse was still racing as the full impact of what was occurring washed over me like a heady, lascivious comber. I let out a heavy breath, expelling some of the tension inside me as Jason's car reversed down the driveway and drove off.

I settled down - as best I could - to await the return of my wife.

*****

I heard the rumbling purr of Jason's car as it pulled into the driveway at just before midnight. A few minutes passed before I realised that my wife and her lover were not stirring from Jason's parked car. My stomach fluttered again as I wondered what they were doing. The minutes drifted past.

It was nearly half an hour before I heard the bark of Jason's car as it started, followed a few moments later by the click-click-click of my wife's high-heels coming up the front steps. She opened the front door and strode inside.

"Hiya, honey," she purred.

"Hi," I replied tightly. My wife approached and softly embraced me, and we kissed deeply. Her soft, warm perfume wafted over me, and I realised I was trembling like a leaf in her arms.

"Are you okay, baby?" she inquired when she broke our kiss.

"Yeah," I panted. The lecherous buzz inside me was practically bouncing, and I found that I was glancing at her face - trying to discern if her lipstick was smudged, or if her long blonde tresses were hanging askew. To my excited eyes, I thought to detect both, and her face seemed to have a healthy flush to it. I cleared my throat. "I wasn't sure if you and Jason were coming inside..."

Angela smiled softly. "Not this time, lover."

I swallowed heavily, a curious wave of half relief and half disappointment pouring through me. "I guess it's a bit too soon..." I mumbled.

My wife tilted her head. She was still embracing me, and I could feel the heat of her body as it pressed against me. "Well - a bit too soon for him to come inside and sit with you watching us, anyway." She paused for a few seconds, and then released me from her embrace. "You'd better go and get the cards from my dresser, baby."

I gaped at her. "You want me to pick a card?"

My wife slowly nodded. This naturally could mean only one thing - but I had to ask.

"He fucked you tonight?" I inquired in what was almost shock. My stomach did flip-flops whilst my flaccid dick conversely tingled in delighted glee.

"Uh-huh," Angela smoothly replied. "Just now - out in his car." She sent her sexy green gaze crashing into mine. "I'm guessing you heard us pull into the driveway, and you probably wondered why we were out there so long - well, now you know." Her tone became playful. "It's been a long time since I've had to screw in the front seat of a car."

I felt the room tilt slightly. As I'd been waiting pensively in the house, my wife had been steaming up the windows of Jason's car! I mentally pictured Angela laying back on the cramped front seat, maneuvering her long, nylon-clad legs towards the car's roof as Jason mounted her, his thick, hard cock slithering into her receptive slit. I stifled a low moan.

My wife glanced at me, her face now lit by her soft and sultry grin. "So go and get the cards - my little Cuckie." She stressed the last syllable - Cuck-ieeeee.

I hastily did as she asked, my pulse rocketing and my legs trembling. When I returned to the lounge room, Angela was sat on the couch with her stockinged legs crossed; I could just make out the lower sections of her stocking tops. She held out her hand for the cards and silently shuffled them. I drew the Three of Clubs.

"Aww," my wife playfully intoned. "No pair for you yet, honey."

I dazedly slid the Three of Clubs into my pocket, and stood looking down at her as she placed the deck of cards on the coffee table. She then leaned back and contemplated me with a knowing smile.

"Has it made you hot to know that he's just fucked me in his car, lover?"

"Yes!" I squeaked.

Without another word she raised her hips and tugged the hem of her black skirt up her legs; the ebony tops of her stockings came fully into view, framed by the black suspender belt. The contrast between the dark hosiery and her creamy skin was startling, and also incredibly erotic. She pulled her skirt up even further until it was a sagging ring around her hips. She settled back onto the couch and slowly parted her thighs, and I saw right away that she was sans panties. Mesmerized, I gazed down to her crotch. Her neatly trimmed pussy came into view - and I could see that her labia were puffy and slightly swollen.

My wife gazed up at me. "Like what you see, lover?"

I simply nodded. The buzz seemed to tickle the root of my flaccid cock, and I felt my balls shifting in my scrotum.

"Kneel down," Angela told me. I did so, not taking my eyes from her sex. I could now also see how moist she was.

My wife now stared down into my face. Her eyelids were lowered, and her pupils were dilated - Bedroom Eyes. "I told you that you'd just get to lick my pussy after Jason had creamed it," she whispered huskily. "Well, here's your chance. I'm not gonna ask you to lick me. The choice will be totally yours. My hot, wet, creamy pussy is right in front of you, Cuckie - if you wanna eat me, then eat me!" She teasingly lifted her hips slightly, and her damp cunt tilted invitingly upwards, causing her labia to slide unctuously together. Her clitoris peeped out of its sheath as if it sensed the closeness of my tongue.

Angela hooked her hands under her knees and gently pulled her thighs open even wider. Her dewy outer labia parted, making a soft, wet smack!, and her inner lips winked at me, moist and slippery.

"You want it, baby?" my wife teased. "Then take it. Don't you wanna taste me? C'mon, Cuckie - my pussy's so wet and creamy for you!"

I immediately lowered my face between her nylon-clad thighs and hungrily slid my tongue into her syrupy slit.

I spent over half an hour on my knees - licking and worshipping my wife's freshly fucked cunt as her soft exhortations and satisfied groans echoed through the lounge room.

Events sometimes take on a momentum of their own, and Angela's newly open relationship with her young lover was just such an event. I began keeping a dairy of what subsequently occurred; I found this to be not only cathartic, but it was also incredibly arousing to read back. In order to condense the increasingly lascivious occurrences that followed, I will simply chronicle excerpts from what I came to call my 'Depraved Diary' - beginning with Angela's next 'open' meeting with her young lover up until the present. To possibly protect the kinky, I had abbreviated the names Angela and Jason to 'A' and 'J' respectively. Many cuckolds will perhaps find it interesting reading:

*****

Monday July 4th: 'A' went out with 'J' again last night - this time to catch a live show in town. They arrived home at about eleven o'clock, and 'J' accompanied 'A' inside the house this time. The three of us sat and chatted for thirty minutes or so. Atmosphere was tense, but better than initial meeting with 'J'. He seems to be quite a nice guy, and the tension gradually eased, helped by 'A's' bubbly chatter.

When 'J' went to use the bathroom, 'A' quietly suggested that I go to bed.

When 'J' returned, I did as she asked, saying that I was tired and that I was gonna hit the hay. My heart pounded as I lay in bed, listening intently. Fifteen minutes or so later I could just make out 'A' moaning softly! What was 'J' doing to her???

A few moments later it became obvious what 'J' was doing to her - the couch began creaking, and I actually heard 'A' moan: "Fuck me!"

I find it difficult to describe what hearing them fucking did to me!!! All I can say is hearing 'A' getting fucked in the lounge was so FUCKING HOT!!!

I tried to wank, but my cock stayed soft - damn those fucking pills!

I licked 'A's' cunt for ages when she came to bed after 'J' had left. She was so wet and creamy - I made her cum twice as she teased me about 'J' enjoying her pussy before I'd licked it!!! Jesus, she drives me insane!!!

I picked another card - got the Jack of Diamonds. No pair yet! 'A' told me she's meeting 'J' again next Friday. She also told me that 'J' was very excited by the new situation, and that he was very glad he decided to accept 'A's' offer to start openly seeing her.

*****

Saturday July 9th: Third meeting of 'A' and 'J' last night. They went out for dinner, but came back very early - about 9:00pm. 'A' had arrived home with a hired DVD, and she turned off the lights and the three of us sat watching the movie - me in the armchair and 'A' on 'J' on the couch.

I tried to concentrate on the movie, but I frequently stole looks at 'A' and 'J'. Maybe because the lounge was lit only by the TV, 'J' seemed a lot more relaxed, and even slid his arm around 'A', who reciprocated. Even seeing them do this made my balls ACHE!

I again went to bed after the movie finished, prompted by 'A's' subtle gesture. Ten minutes later the urgent sounds of 'A' and 'J' fucking out in the lounge again drifted through the walls. I listened intently to 'A's' moans and squeals of pleasure. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! - lying in bed and hearing them fuck with my cock soft and me NOT able to cum is like a delicious *******!!! But I am getting so much enjoyment from it!!! What is this DOING TO ME???

'A' came to see me as soon as 'J' left. She asked me to come out into the lounge and pick a card. I picked one and got the Seven of Clubs.

'A' became very wicked - teasing me plenty about her pussy being freely available for 'J's' big, hard cock, but off limits to mine. Not off limits to my lips and tongue, though! She sat on the barstools in the kitchen and told me to lick her 'well-used pussy' and ass from behind - taunting me again about my 'soft, limp, tiny little cock!' Christ, it's SO hot when she teases me like that!!!

'A' also told me 'J' had asked if I had heard them fucking last Monday night. 'A' told him that I did, and that it turned me on. 'J' replied that knowing I was able to hear him screwing her was 'wicked', and that he'd make sure that I had 'a lot more to listen to' from now on. For some reason, haring this just added even more to the utter kinkiness of what we were doing - to know 'J' was not only aware that I could hear him fucking my wife, but that he was planning to make their couplings even more audible!!!!

*****

Sunday July 10th: I told 'A' this morning that I had meeting with tax accountant next Wednesday night (13th), at seven p.m.. 'A' asked how long I'd be in meeting - I told her a couple of hours or so with travel time. 'A' later called 'J' and asked if he could visit Weds. night whilst I was gone. He told her he would.

Getting VERY hot thinking about what 'A' and 'J' will be get up to while I'm at meeting!!!

*****

Thursday July 14th: 'J' came over again last night as planned. I went to the meeting with my accountant before 'J' arrived - and couldn't stop thinking about what 'A' and 'J' were doing while I was gone! I returned home to find 'A' dressed in just her black kimono as she sat beside 'J' - it was obvious she was naked underneath.

When 'J' left at about ten p.m., he and 'A' kissed for a few seconds in front doorway - the first time I saw them actually kiss! I felt my balls tighten as I watched my wife openly kissing her lover!!! I swear I almost shot my fucking LOAD!!!

'A' later told me 'J' had arrived five minutes after I'd left, and within another five minutes 'A' had turned off the lights and they'd both stripped naked. They'd fucked twice - once on the couch, and later in the master bedroom.

I picked two cards, and got Four of Clubs and King of Spades. 'A' let me lick her creamy cunt until she climaxed.

*****

Monday July 18th: It's now been three weeks to the day since I last had sex with 'A'. Pills keeping me soft as ever - and as promised 'A' hasn't wanked me. I'm so incredibly horny!!!

'J' spent another evening here last night (Sunday). He seems to be completely sure about status now - especially after last Weds. night when he openly kissed 'A' in front of me in the front doorway before he left. The three of us chatted for an hour around the kitchen table. The situation between the three of us wasn't mentioned at all - but we were all conspicuously aware that 'J' had become 'A's' primary sexual partner. The pair left to browse the video shop for another movie, arriving home forty-five minutes later.

'A' turned off the lounge room lights again before starting the DVD. I again sat in an armchair as 'A' and 'J' sat close on the couch. We watched the film, and of course I subtly watched THEM. Halfway through the film 'A' and 'J' began kissing - right in front of me! I nearly creamed my jeans as I sat there!!!

The kissing didn't stop, and in darkness I saw 'J' sliding his hand under 'A's' blouse. I knew 'A' wasn't wearing a bra, and my legs went weak as I watched him fondle 'A's' tits! - just like I had imagined!!!

I felt my balls start aching deliciously. 'A' looked over 'J's' shoulder and used her hand to motion me to go to bed before she resumed kissing him. I silently rose, and the last thing I saw before leaving the lounge was 'J's' hand sliding up 'A's' skirt!!!

I shakily went to bed and soon heard them fucking again! Again tried wanking, but couldn't cum. Heard 'A' shout out in the lounge room how "big and hard' his cock was!!! I LOVED HEARING MY WIFE SAY THIS!!!

'A' came to bed after 'J' left about an hour later and asked if seeing her kiss 'J' made me hot. I told her it did, and told her it made my balls ache. 'A' giggled, and told me to 'lick her juicy cunt clean'. I eagerly did so.

Drew another card - got Ace of Clubs! STILL NO FUCKING PAIR!!! I have seven fucking cards - Queen, Three, Jack, Seven, Four, King and now an ACE - and no fucking, FUCKING PAIR!!! I am going literally fucking INSANE!!!

After I'd picked a card, 'A' added that 'J' was REALLY getting off on the situation now. He told 'A' that kissing and fondling her so openly in front of me made him 'so fucking horny'. He had even suggested to 'A' how 'kinky and hot' it would be if she blatantly fellated him in front of me, too!

'A' told me that she would think about it!!! OH - MY - GOD!!!!!

*****

Saturday July 23rd: Nearly a month since I've cum! I have SEVEN cards for the seven times that 'J' has fucked 'A' since we started the game. I found I am going into kind of "sub-space" now watching 'A' and 'J'. Very powerful feeling!

'J' came over last night and picked 'A' up. They went out to catch another live show. 'A' was dressed in a hot white mini-skirt and thin black singlet-thing that needed no bra underneath!

They got back at about eleven-thirty p.m., and I saw that she had another hired DVD tucked under her arm. 'A' asked me to again shut off the lounge room lights, and we again sat in the dark watching another movie - me in the armchair whilst 'A' and 'J' curled up together as usual on the couch. Almost right away they started kissing deeply. Several minutes passed, and sure enough I saw 'J' slide his hand under her top and start fondling her bare tits under the thin material.

I sat SHAKING as I watched!!!

They kissed and petted for maybe fifteen minutes before 'A' whispered in 'J's' ear, and they rose from couch, 'A' leading 'J' by the hand into our bedroom - they didn't even look at me as they walked past me in dark room.

A few minutes later heard 'A' start to moan, and heard our bed creaking!!!

It sounds crazy, but I loved the feeling of helplessness and *********** as I listened to 'J' fucking 'A' in OUR bedroom!!! Wanted to lick her delicious WET cunt SO BADLY right then!!!

The pair came back out into lounge after about an hour and a half, just as the movie was finishing, and sat back down on the couch as if nothing had happened! 'A' asked me what the movie was like, adding after a sexy giggle that she and 'J' had been 'kinda busy' elsewhere. 'J' greeted her comment with a half-apologetic and half-smug smile, but made no comment of his own. It as becoming very apparent that he had settled comfortably into his role as 'A's' paramour.

'A' brazenly kissed him goodbye in the front doorway again for nearly five minutes this time before he departed. 'A' giggled and whispered in his ear. 'J' turned to me, still embracing 'A' and said: "Thanks for letting me enjoy your wife's pussy."

For some insane reason I am still unable to fathom, his casual yet blatant remark nearly made me cream my fucking jeans!!!

I shakily replied that he was VERY welcome, and blurted that it sounded like he did it extremely well. 'A' giggled again, and said: "He sure DOES!"

With a wave 'J' departed.

'A' got deck of cards out and I picked one - got a SEVEN! A PAIR!!! 'A' smiled and said that as soon as medication wears off I can TAKE HER!

I was so fucking hot that I BEGGED 'A' to let me lick her cunt!!! 'A' teased me, but finally allowed me to do so ONLY if I made sure to 'lick her creamy pussy clean' again!

I took my last pill yesterday morning, so they should start wearing off on Sunday - I HOPE! I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT!!!

I was indeed Sunday evening before the effects of the medication eased. In the meantime, Angela had called Jason on Saturday morning to let him know that she would have 'guests' for a few days - making his visits awkward - and that she'd call him later in the week after they'd 'buggered off'. I couldn't help guffawing at her somewhat colorful expression.

I spent the remainder of the weekend in a kind of groggy sexual anticipation, the events of the last month playing through my mind like potent erotic video. I often found myself daydreaming about watching Angela exchanging hot, deep kisses with her lover, or seeing Jason brazenly fondling my wife's tits, or listening to them as they fucked in the master bedroom.

Angela sensed my pent-up arousal, and on Saturday evening she tried a novel way to increase it even further - she got me to sit beside her as she browsed the Internet and visited web sites featuring a cuckold theme. She was delighted when a link on a page discussing the symbolism of ankle bracelets led her to an online store offering kinky jewelry. She then browsed the ankle bracelet section and she promptly bought three of them - one of which had a silver emblem proclaiming HOT WIFE! in chunky little letters. She smilingly suggested that it would be an exquisite twist if I paid for them using my credit card - which I duly did.

Sunday drifted sluggishly by. When we went to bed on Sunday night, Angela reached down and wrapped her soft, warm fingers around me. I uttered a low, grateful moan as I felt my cock slowly swelling as she stroked me to gradual firmness.

I shook so badly as I attempted to guide my pliant cock into Angela that she had to reach down and steer my glans between her labia. I gently eased my semi-hard cock inside her, and I almost screamed as the smooth, velvety heat of her creamy cunt slowly enveloped me.

My wife looked up at me and licked her pouty lips. "Mmmm, my poor little Cuckie!" she said in that smooth voice of hers. "A whole month without any nookie, hmm? You've been such a good boy, waiting as Jason's been taking your share of my sweet, hot, juicy pussy! C'mon, baby! Fuck me! Fill me up with all the cream that's been making your poor swollen balls ache! Let it out, lover! FUCK ME!"

It took no more than fifteen seconds for me to cum. In fact, even before my orgasm actually started, I could feel thin trickles of pre-cum and semen sliding unctuously down my urethra and emptying into the humid depths of my wife's molten pussy. The sensation pushed me past the brink, and I arched my back and literally screamed as climax - sweet, heady climax! - sizzled through me like an electric current! Angela's smooth legs wrapped around my hips, locking me into her moist pussy, and the waves of ecstasy pulsing through me were almost painful. I moaned her name over and over and over...

*****

Over the next four days I made love to Angela eleven times. She was delighted at my horniness, and she quipped that if this was how I reacted to going a whole month without sex, then maybe we should try going even longer. I knew she was only kidding, but the remark served to intensify another lascivious thought that I'd been having - as you will soon see.

As one would expect, the now-open relationship that Angela had with her young lover dominated a lot of our conversation. In our numerous dreamy post-coital talks, we candidly discussed the events of the past month or so.

For my part, I told my wife that sitting there as she openly kissed and petted her lover was sizzling enough, but to subsequently hear her moaning as they fucked was the most erotic, carnal and mind-blowing experience of my entire life - especially when he took her in our marital bed! My wife eagerly probed the freshly exposed depths of my sexual psyche, and I was perhaps a little freer with information than I should have been - but she opened me up like an oyster ready to be devoured. I shamelessly poured forth all of my latest lascivious thoughts and fantasies. My wife listened intently, occasionally prompting me for clarification of a certain idea.

For example, she had noted that when Jason had tacitly thanked me for letting him 'enjoy' her pussy last Friday, his remark had clearly aroused me. Angela had then gently explored the reasons why I had been so visibly excited by hearing Jason's frank statement, admitting that she had indeed urged him to do so.

I tried my best to explain that hearing Jason openly verifying my own acquiescence and acceptance of him bedding my wife was what affected me so intensely. In essence, hearing him specifically and candidly state that he had been enjoying my wife's intimate charms simply drove the truth home - I'm fucking your wife! - with my explicit complaisance and even approval. For me, it was a wild mixture of envy, ***********, lust, jealousy, and the pure intoxicating rush of very intense sexual tease.

Angela nodded. She was well aware that I would never fall into the 'wimp husband' category, and she summed it up perfectly: "You get off on Jason letting you know that he can and has been taking my pussy."

She then asked me how I would feel if Jason openly acknowledged that he knew the situation was arousing me, and how I'd react if he became even more daring and brazen - like him offhandedly mentioning to me how much my wife liked being taken from behind, or how she loved giving head. I pondered this for a while, and then softly and truthfully told her that for some weird reason it would be a mind-blowing turn on if he did.

Another example was how she picked up a brief reference I had made about her lover staying overnight. She asked me if the notion of her spending the entire night with him appealed to me. I haltingly told her that it did - and how sizzling it would be if she announced to me one evening that Jason was staying the night - in our bed with her - and I had to listen from the bedroom next door as they had intercourse.

There were numerous other slants and scenarios that we discussed, and I could see her sucking up this salacious new information like a sponge. I again felt like a horny teenager eagerly awaiting his first fuck.

On her part, Angela frankly stated that she relished being able to bring my fantasy to a totally new level of reality, and she loved being able to also sexually tease me with my own fervent fantasies so openly - in fact she admitted that knowing I was hungrily watching whilst she and Jason kissed on the couch had often made her nearly cream her panties. She also admitted that Jason was extremely good in bed, and that she was also relishing the 'raw, hot sex' that she was having with him.

Late on the following Thursday evening, Angela had been gently teasing me between ardent kisses, and my libido was in full flight - I was once again incredibly horny, and my wife knew it. She suggested going to bed early - a proposal I was only too pleased to act on. Just after we slid into bed, my wife softly asked when I wanted to start another round of the game. I'm sure that she slyly chose that moment to make her inquiry, knowing that I was already highly aroused.

Of course, with my hardening cock doing most of the talking, I quietly told her that I would love to begin a fresh round of the game soon.

My wife smiled that sexy smile of hers and slid her soft, warm fingers over my belly. She then started musing about further ways to make the game more interesting. She stated that we needed a means to signal the start of another game, and once again she suggested allowing Lady Luck to decide by using the deck of cards.

Her idea went thus: After I had drawn the coveted pair of cards that would signal the end of the game, and the medication had worn off sufficiently to allow us to have intercourse, I should subsequently put my accumulated cards back into the deck, and pick a single fresh card before I was able to make love to her. This card would indicate how many times I could finally sample her delicious pussy before the game started again - for example, if I drew a six, then I could make love to her six times before I resumed taking the evil little pills and the game recommenced. If I drew a Jack, then I could have her eleven times, and so on. I'm sure you get the idea.

There was, however, an additional kinky sting - Angela suggested that if I happened to draw an Ace, then I would not stop taking the pills, and the game would simply be reset and continue. I would have to try to get another pair from a fresh deck without me having the chance to fuck her or climax at all!

A sudden teasing and almost humiliating thrill tingled through me as I imagined this situation - finally drawing the prized pair of cards after me impotently listening to Angela and her virile lover screwing for weeks, only to have to do it all over again if I drew an Ace.

I wasn't able to restrain a shudder of excitement; a weirdly powerful masochistic urge fluttered through me - and I was stunned to realise that a very kinky part of me was actually hoping that I'd draw an Ace. I could feel myself surrendering to the warm, fuzzy glow of 'sub-space' as I thought of Angela making me to wait longer and longer to enjoy her gorgeous body - whilst at the same time she evilly and ardently gave it to her young lover. I realised I was panting like the ****** I'd suddenly become. I replied in a trembling voice:

"Just Aces?" I asked - and even to my own ears the question had a hint of tense and wishful craving to it.

My wife glanced at me and her eyes sparkled, immediately picking up the subtle nuance in my inquiry. "Hmm..." she mused. "Why don't we make it even more interesting by including Kings as well, eh?" Angela tilted her head sideward and grinned at me. "So if you draw either of those two - a King or an Ace - and the game gets reset, and keeps going, okay? You put all the cards you've drawn back in the deck, and we start all over again, and you don't get to cum or fuck me at all."

My stomach fluttered with almost perverted delight. I did a quick mental calculation: I had about a six-and-a-half to one chance of having to restart the game without climaxing and being unable to have sex with my wife if we used these new rules! A rippling pang of lascivious submissiveness welled through me like a shot of morphine.

Her warm fingertips glided softly to my right hip, and Angela looked at me again with her sexy green eyes and her smile curled into a leer; I realised that she was fully aware what this was doing to me, and she decided to push it even further: "Or I could be really bitchy, and include Queens as well, hmm?" she suggested playfully. "And maybe even Jacks, too... Mmm, yeah! - Queens Jacks as well, Cuckie."

"Jesus!" I replied breathlessly. "All four cards? Aces, Kings, Queens and Jacks?"

"Mmm-hmmm." Angela softly confirmed, her blonde tresses waving as she nodded.

I couldn't withhold a soft moan; the six-and-a-half to one odds would obviously plummet to just over three-to-one using all four high cards. Another poignant quiver of almost pure lust danced through me.

"And if I picked any of those four cards, you'd make me play the game all over again, right from the start?" I asked tightly. I felt my heart flutter.

Angela kissed me briefly and smiled. "You fucking bet I would."

"Jesus Christ!" I gasped.

"Mmmm! Is that idea making you hot, my little Cuckie?"

"YES!"

Angela's nimble fingers danced over my hips and down to my thighs. I squirmed in bed beside her, my cock throbbing its excitement.

"Just imagine," my sexy wife began softly. "We start another game - you taking your medicine for another three or four weeks, keeping your poor little pecker all soft and useless. Meanwhile I'm still putting out for Jason every few days, practically right in front of you, hmm? Now just imagine finally picking the precious pair, and then - before you even have the chance to fuck me - you pick, let's say, a Queen, meaning that it will be another three or four weeks before you can fuck me, or cum again! You'll have to listen to Jason giving it to me - night after night - all over again!" My wife's eyes glittered, and she uttered her soft, sensual giggle. My cock seemingly relished this talk about itself being not only prohibited from enjoying the warm, moist confines of Angela's juicy cunt, but also being kept flaccid for a period that could possibly extend to months instead of weeks! My pliant shaft pulsed and throbbed as if it was doing a victory dance.

I swallowed. The evil buzz trilled inside me like a raucous alarm. Another lascivious thought floated through my mind. "Would you tell Jason that I wasn't fucking you?" I inquired in a voice as tight as a drum.

"Hmm..." my wife softly mused. "Now there's an idea! As I've told you - he knows nothing about the wicked little game we play - but it might be kinda kinky to let him know that I've cut you off for a few weeks, hmm? I'm sure he'd get a huge kick knowing that I'm saving my pussy just for him!" Her fingertips slid back up my thigh, and my cock throbbed once more in almost pleading anticipation. "Would you enjoy Jason knowing that in not giving you any, my little Cuckie? - that he's gonna be the only one having me for a month or two?"

"Fuck, yes!" I moaned, and immediately blurted: "Would you tell him in front of me?"

My wife leered. "Possibly." She glanced at me again with those mesmerizing green eyes before correcting herself. "Probably - and, of course, I could be a very evil little bitch, and openly start teasing you about it as Jason's sat there, listening to every word..."

I uttered a shaking groan as I mentally pictured her doing what she said - seeing her sexy lips curled into a leer as she taunted me about not being able to fuck her in front of her lover.

"Of course," Angela smoothly added. "If I wanted to be extremely bitchy, I'd secretly ask Jason to tease you about it too. Imagine him saying something like: 'Hey, Angie tells me that she ain't lettin' you have any pussy! No problem - I'll make sure I keep it filled and happy for ya!'"

"Oh my fucking GOD!" I breathed. The notion of Jason not only knowing I was 'cut off', but also openly aiding and abetting my wife in teasing me about it sent fluttering waves of perverse delight and anticipation into my loins!

Angela giggled softly. "So many evil, kinky thoughts, lover!" she drawled. "In fact," she added. "You've given me a whole heap of new ideas over the last few days. And some of them I will carry out - trust me!"

I uttered another soft moan, and squeaked: "Which ideas?"

Angela's fingers danced up my thigh and began tickling my pubic hair. "You'll have to wait and find out!" she teased. "But I will give you one hint - you'd better make sure the bed in the room next to ours has fresh sheets on it - because one of us will probably wind up ******** in there a few times in the coming weeks - and it won't be me!"

"OH, JESUS!" I softly yelped.

Angela pressed her beautiful face towards mine and briefly kissed me again. Her knuckles brushed my cock. "So, lover? Wanna play the new version of the game?"

"Fuck, yes! YES!" I pantingly replied.

Angela smiled softly and gave her head a soft, wondering shake, as though amazed at how far my little kink enabled her to effortlessly extend my boundaries.

"Okay, my little Cuckie!", she drawled. "We'll play it that way. We'll begin a whole new game with the new additional rules - if you draw a King, a Queen, a Jack or an Ace at the end of it, then you'll have to go through it all over again, right from the start."

"JESUS!" I rasped. "Starting when?"

Angela's teasing fingers finally trickled downward and curled with hot finality around my twitching, pliable cock. "In a few minutes," she whispered hotly in my ear. Her moist tongue danced over my lips as she gave my cock a firm squeeze "Right after you fuck me with this soft, floppy little thing."

Fuck her I did, but once again my sexual stamina was measured in mere seconds as I imagined drawing a high card. In my mind's eye, I saw Angela giggling at my ill fortune, teasingly telling me that I could forget about fucking her for another month or so. Jason sat close by, chuckling and adding that he'd make sure my wife's hungry pussy got plenty of his long, thick cock. I imagined Angela tittering at his comment, and playfully telling her lover that he'd better give her plenty of it - seeing how it was going to be the only cock she'd be letting into her pussy for the foreseeable future!

I exploded with my wife's imaginary giggle dancing through my mind!

Chapter 13
A slave to my passions I must certainly have been, because after our brief coupling on Thursday night Angela and I duly started what promised to be another hot and kinky round of our little game - this time with the titillating new rules. It was a definite possibility that these new rules could see me forbidden (and also completely unable) to have sex with my beautiful wife for many weeks - or even months - on end. On more than one occasion I sat ruefully pondering how I had allowed myself to be talked into playing such a wickedly devious game.

The answer was, of course, quite simple: I was getting off on it. Knowing that I would once again have little choice but to sit passively and impotently by as Jason continued to enjoy my wife's intimate charms gave me a spine-tingling, tummy-fluttering rush like none I had ever known before. The effect was intoxicating, and I had discovered that I was eagerly looking forward to larger and stronger doses - and Angela seemed not only willing but also keen to provide them. She made it very clear that she intended to take full advantage of the new lascivious game rules, and she brazenly declared that in the weeks ahead she intended to thoroughly 'cuck' me - and in ways that would stretch the boundaries of my most lurid fantasies.

Well - 'cuck' me she certainly did, and she not only stretched my boundaries - she smashed them, as you will see.

But before I begin describing Angela's highly successful efforts to cuckold me over the next few months, I should outline in greater detail what was perhaps a natural progression in our evolving relationship - how Angela began to really emphasise her sexual dominance over me.

I had previously read that many couples combined the act of cuckolding with varying degrees of female domination, using one to augment and enhance the other - to the pleasure of both partners. In my own case this was certainly true; I found that Angela openly cuckolding me whilst I remained totally denied simply led to more intense thoughts and fantasies about her dominating me - sexually and otherwise. My disposition towards her became increasingly more meek and subservient. Angela was, of course, already well aware that her dominant side excited me, and I'm certain that she noted the growing tractability in my demeanor. Perhaps with this in mind she began to use less subtle ways to express her blossoming sexual assertiveness.

For example, she had taken the pills into her custody, and each night when we retired to bed she made sure that there was a glass of water and one of the evil little pills awaiting me on our bedside dresser. She would then watch as I swallowed it, a soft smile drifting across her face. I don't think that Angela was concerned about me breaking the rules of the game by dodging the medication; it was more a case of Angela emphasizing her authority over me by ostensibly supervising when and how I took the dosage.

Her considerable appetite for cunnilingus also grew even more voracious; my lips and tongue were pressed into service at least once daily - and at any hour of her choosing. For instance, if Angela awoke before our alarm clock went off, she would sometimes caress and tickle my flaccid cock until I also awoke - and she would then simply part her thighs and firmly guide my head downwards under the blankets. I would then spend the next ten minutes or so groggily licking my wife to an early morning climax.

She also became fond of voicing sly hints and innuendo which served to underscore my chaste and impotent state whilst simultaneously emphasizing the fact that her 'married' pussy was receiving generous and regular helpings of Jason's large cock. For instance, she once cupped my flaccid penis in her hand, and declared that the game had turned 'Three-four' into 'Zero-four' - a sardonic reference to the fact that now I could not even become three-quarters erect. She had followed this observation with a quick giggle, and stated that later that week she would be meeting someone who was a guaranteed 'Four-four'.

"In fact," she added. "He's definitely bigger than Four-four - more like Eight-eight, wouldn't you say, my little Cuckie?"

I was somewhat stunned to find that I was relishing both her flourishing sexual assertiveness and her wicked taunts and jibes. Perhaps for me it was some weird form of vicarious and masochistic justification and rationalisation for me not only allowing but also encouraging my wife to have sexual relations with another man. It was a strange paradoxical symbiosis; the more Angela cuckolded me, the more I wanted her to dominate me. The more she dominated me, the more I wanted her to cuckold me - and so the kinky little spiral continued. The end result was that as the weeks passed I discovered that I was descending further and further into the murky, carnal world of 'sub space' - and relishing every second of it.

On her part, Angela seemed to be delighted with this new development, and I could also sense that she was thoroughly enjoying the power shift. This became perfectly apparent when one evening we had a frank discussion about this subject. We had both had more than a few ******, and the ***** had certainly made us both a little more candid with eachother than we would otherwise have been.

Angela once more reiterated that being able to sexually tease and dominate me made her 'tingle', and that she was beginning to thoroughly enjoy the new authority she had over me. She admitted that although she had once professed that she could never become a fully-fledged 'Domme', she was beginning to surrender to the wickedly erotic appeal of being in total sexual control. She stated that she relished being able to glance at me and simply say eat me, and know that I would fervently do so for as long as she wanted - and to have me do it so eagerly and subserviently had awakened a deep and primordial craving in her sexual psyche.

As I listened to Angela confirming that she was excited by her new sense of sexual authority, I realised that my own arousal at her words was causing me to tremble slightly, and I could feel that familiar carnal buzz begin to trill through me. I asked whether me passively sitting by as she 'cucked' me was adding to her new feelings in this regard.

"Definitely," she quietly replied. "I do get a very deliciously perverse kick from openly kissing Jason in front of you, and letting him fondle my tits as you helplessly watch." She paused for a few seconds, tilting her head in thought. "And then to know that I'm perfectly free to take him into our bed, knowing that you'll obediently sit out here and wait as he fucks me? Then yes - that gives me a very powerful and very kinky thrill too, and it does bring out my wickedly bitchy and dominating side."

Hearing her highlight her own excitement at my 'obedience' instantly intensified the buzz inside me. I took a deep, shaking breath and asked: "Bring it out in what ways?"

My wife's sly grin slowly crept over her face. "Let's just say that I've had some very evil thoughts - like me making you chauffeur Jason and I around one night as he and I play in the back seat. Or the three of us going out to a restaurant - making you pay for our meals, of course - and making sure you knew that I was constantly fondling his cock through his trousers under the table. Or I've fantasized about Jason and I kissing on the couch, and me pausing to tell you to go and prepare our bedroom for me and my lover - having you turn the lamps on and get the bed ready for us, and make sure that we have ****** waiting on the bedside dresser." My wife flashed me what was almost a guilty smile. "So many wickedly kinky and evil thoughts, my little lover!"

Hearing these disclosures simply aroused me even further. With the ***** flowing breezily through my veins, I threw caution to the wind. I softly told her that I too had been having some rather extreme thoughts about her dominating me even further, adding that the game we were playing - and my subsequent **** induced impotency - simply augmented the kinky eroticism of the whole situation. Angela's interest was immediately engaged, and she quizzed me regarding these lascivious and kinky thoughts. With my tongue loosened by *******, I told her everything, sparing no detail.

I told her about the poignant masochistic waves that enveloped me whenever I watched she and Jason kissing, or listened to them having intercourse in our bed. I told her that I loved it when she demanded that I lick her creamy pussy - a pussy that I was currently both forbidden and unable to fuck. I told her just how aroused I became when she derided and teased me about my flaccid cock, and how I was incapable of penetrating her. I told her how I yearned to be compelled, and even ******, to serve her, and please her and worship her - in fact, to become her sexual slave. By the time I have finished, I was in fact startled by my own brazen admissions. I could feel my face burning, and I held my breath as I waited for my wife's reaction.

Angela simply sent me a tipsy smile. "Whoa! I knew that me being a little assertive makes you horny - but I wasn't aware that me being that assertive had such a strong effect on you! Very interesting!" She flashed me a quizzical glance. "This wicked little game is really bringing out that side of you, isn't it?"

I slowly nodded, inwardly heaving a soft sigh of relief.

My wife continued. "I can certainly understand why; I know that a lot of men who enjoy being cuckolded also enjoy becoming submissive to their partners - so your reaction isn't unusual." She paused for a few seconds. "Is that mainly what's making you feel this way, lover? That Jason is perfectly able to fuck me whilst you can't?"

"That's certainly a big part of it," I admitted.

Angela smiled softly and nodded. "Well, as I said before, being assertive with you is also a turn on for me. I have no idea why, but I love being able to control you. In fact, thinking about you becoming my 'little slave', as you put it, is making me kinda hot - so maybe I should start being a little bossier, hmm? Take our kinky little game a little further, maybe?"

"I think you should," I replied huskily, feeling my mouth go dry.

My wife leaned back in her chair and crossed her sexy legs. "And if I did this a little further, you do realise that I'd be quite a demanding little bitch, don't you? I'd take it as far as I could, my little one."

"I know you would," I found myself replying. "In fact, I want you to..."

Angela's eyes flashed at me again. "If we do take this further, you wouldn't have a choice." She sipped her ***** and sent me another appraising glance. "So what if on some nights I wanted you to be my total little slave, huh? Would you serve me, and please me, and obey me, and do exactly what I told you?"

I gulped softly. "Yes - I would." My flaccid cock gave a tremulous twitch - whether in jubilation or apprehension at my wife's question I couldn't tell.

My wife seemed to sense my rapidly rising excitement, and she added: "And you know that I would use physical ***** to get you to do what I told you if necessary?"

I simply nodded, but her words sent another deliciously carnal ripple through me.

Angela's voice took on a silky and playful tone. "Would you lick my juicy, wet pussy for hours? Would you kneel in front of me - and worship my cunt? Would you obey me, and please me for as long as I told you to?"

"Jesus, Yes! I would!" I almost gasped.

"I see," Angela replied. She licked her soft red lips. "And I guess if you didn't obey me, then I could find ways to make you obey me, couldn't I? I might have to make use those nasty wrist and ankle cuffs a little more - exactly like you just told me, hmm? I'm sure I could make you do anything I wanted you to..."

"I'm sure you would," I said somewhat weakly, feeling that familiar impish little buzz begin to dance through me with even more vigor.

"Oh, that I will, little one," Angela replied. "In fact, I already have a few kinky little ideas..." She uttered what could only be described as a devious chuckle. "And I'll have to do a little more research on the 'Net, maybe - get some ideas on how to really make you my little slave..."

And sure enough, from that point on Angela's dominant side really began to flourish. Don't get me wrong; her intensified assertiveness wasn't a 24/7 thing - Angela asserted herself only when the mood came upon her. But as the weeks passed, my sexy wife began to experiment with this new and very kinky side of our relationship with increasing frequency and zest. It was still role-play - but it was now serious role-play.

For example, one night she airily suggested that I completely shave the area around my genitals. Her tone left no doubt that this was in fact a demand and not a request. I duly did as she had instructed, and Angela's eyes sparkled impishly as she inspected my freshly shaven cock and balls; she uttered a soft giggle and stated that although my balls seemed quite large and 'normal', my bald cock now resembled that of a 'little boy'.

Her playful jibe simply added to my excitement, and my wife took note. Henceforth on many nights when her lover was not visiting, Angela would often tell me to strip naked and then cuff my wrists behind me and have me spend the next hour or so orally pleasing her, gradually building her to a powerful climax. As I did so, she would sometimes gaze down at my limp, hairless cock and full, swollen balls and make a derisive comment, such as smilingly announcing that my bald and flaccid manhood looked so dainty and cute, and she would utter that soft, sexy giggle that drove me virtually insane.

As she had stated, Angela also began visiting femdom web sites and forums on the Internet. One evening she called me to her side as she sat at the PC. She showed me a series of onscreen pictures portraying a Domme and her male sub engaged in some mild BDSM play. My wife was particularly intrigued by the method the Domme used to 'control' her sub; a solid stainless steel cockring had been fitted snugly behind the sub's cock and balls, and in two of the photographs the Domme was seen attaching the snap-hook of a leather leash around the cockring. Subsequent images showed the kneeling male being compelled to orally serve his Mistress as she kept a tight reign on the leash, often pulling his genitals taut in an effort to ensure his total obedience.

Angela announced that she found this form of control to be particularly appropriate and wickedly erotic, since it represented total feminine control of the very core of a man's masculinity and sexuality - his cock and balls. Looking at the completely subservient male in the images, I had to agree. My wife flashed me a teasing smile and softly mused that perhaps she should consider employing a similar method to control me. I had, of course, already begun to imagine serving Angela in a likewise fashion, and I discovered that the idea sent tendrils of fluttering excitement through my stomach - and my eager and rapt expression was duly noted by my perceptive wife.

Sure enough, a couple of nights later Angela suggested that I remain in my dressing gown after my evening shower, stating that she had a 'surprise' for me. As I showered, I anxiously wondered what the 'surprise' might be. When I returned to the lounge room, clad in just my dressing gown as Angela had asked, I saw that she was sat on the couch. She glanced up at me and drew my attention to several items resting on the coffee table: the leather wrist cuffs, a thin leather dog leash, and three stainless steel rings of different diameters. My wife crossed her legs, smiled demurely, and announced that she wanted to emulate what we had seen in the pictures two evenings earlier. She added that she had previously researched how the steel rings were fitted; a fair portion of the scrotal sac was first drawn through the ring, and then one testicle was gently eased inside. The process was repeated for the second testicle, and finally the penis was slowly pulled through the steel loop, thus ensconcing the metal ring snugly behind the testicles at the base of the penis.

Angela tilted her head, and instructed me to test each of the rings for fit and comfort. With my heart now hammering, I opened the front of my dressing gown and sat down beside her on the couch and, with some trepidation, I followed her instructions. I found that the rings were easier to fit than I had expected, and I tried all three different sizes, one after the other, as Angela smilingly watched on. I found that the 40-millimeter ring was loose enough to be comfortable, but still provided a very snug fit around the base of my cock and balls. After some experimentation I quickly realised that it would be impossible for the ring to come off without carefully reversing the process of fitting it, since all three appendages could not squeeze back through the 40-millimeter ring all at the same time. Angela told me to leave this particular ring on.

My wife then leaned forward and seized the thin leather leash. She then carefully fitted the leash's snap-hook to the steel ring encircling my genitals. She gave the leash a gentle tug, and softly told me to stand up, remove my dressing gown, and face away from her with my hands behind my back so that she could cuff my wrists. With my pulse now rushing in my ears I did as she requested. Angela quickly fitted the cuffs, and then fastened them together with a thick double-ended metal clasp. I instinctively tested the bonds, and I felt my balls contract as I finally realised just how vulnerable I now was. The thought simply excited me even further.

My wife told me to turn to face her again. As usual, she seemed to read my mind; sliding the loop of the leash around her slender wrist, she softly pointed out that with my hands securely bound behind me and with my cock and balls literally under her control, she could now ***** me to do whatever she wanted - that I was at this moment her complete 'little slave', just as I had fantasized. She emphasized her statement by giving the leash another gentle but firm tug. Feeling the unyielding metal band around the base of my cock and balls being resolutely pulled towards her, I realised that she was totally correct. I had never felt so helpless and vulnerable - but the feeling of delicious sexual submissiveness tinged with a slight rush of fear slithered through me like a ****.

My wife seated herself more comfortably on the couch and instructed me to kneel on the floor beside her. As I did so, she raised her smooth legs and rested her bare feet on the coffee table. She sent me a soft, sly grin and looped the leash around her wrist several times to take up slack.

"Now, my little slave," Angela began. "You can start by sucking my toes. Come on - I want to feel your tongue sliding between each and every one. Lick them clean. And you'd better do a good job... or else," - here she gave the leash a harder yank; my balls were once more pulled sharply towards her. "You'll have a pair of very sore nuts. Now - get licking!"

In my vulnerable position, her threats were more than enough to induce me to do her bidding. I spent a considerable part of that evening on my knees, my hands remaining cuffed behind my back, and my lips and tongue preening and caressing various parts of my wife's body. In due course she arose and removed her skirt and panties, and then sank back onto the couch. She smiled down at me and hoisted her long legs high and wide, and softly commanded me to begin gently licking her pussy and asshole. She kept a constant tension on the leash, and I discovered that Angela had no hesitation in giving the leash a sharp tug if she felt that my oral efforts were flagging. Although this was never enough to cause me any real pain, I was well aware that it could if my wife so chose - all she had to do was really yank the leash. An incredible rush of tingling eroticism poured through me as I realised that for all intents and purposes I was now Angela's 'little slave' - and that she literally had me by the balls. Several times I glanced up to see that Angela's pretty face was flushed with arousal, and I realised that my total submissiveness and ******** servitude was exciting her just as much as my oral ministrations.

In fact, at one point I was gently licking her labia when she slid her fingers through my hair and tilted my head up to face her. She gave her leash another firm yank and gazed down at me and huskily told me: "You love this, don't you? You love being made to worship me, hmmm? Me making you eat my warm juicy pussy - the pussy that I'm freely giving to Jason, but not letting you have! How does it feel to know that if you don't please me and obey me, then I simply have to pull those poor, neglected, swollen balls of yours harder and harder until you do as I say! You wanted to be my slave? Then be my slave you certainly will!"

She emitted a soft, sensual giggle and her glazed eyes stared down into mine. "Maybe next time I'll take you down to the gym and make you kneel down as I tie the leash to the treadmill, with your hands cuffed behind your back again. You won't be able to move or do anything except kneel there and watch me work out - naked, of course - watching me work up a good, hard sweat. And then? I'll take the leash into my hand and make you lick every drop of sweat from my body, hmm? - from every nook and cranny. I'll stand there as you kneel in front of me, using this nasty leash to make sure you lick me totally clean!" She uttered another chuckle. "Ahh, my little Cuckie - you shouldn't have told me that you wanna be my little slave - 'cause I'll have you doing things you never dreamed of! I'll make you my little slave, all right - my little impotent, cuckold, cunt-slave! Now - continue licking me, slowly until I tell you to stop!"

On my part, I was stunned at how much I was relishing the physical control that my wife was exerting over me - that submitting to her will and being ****** to sexually gratify her was an intoxicating mix of **********, eroticism and fear of physical punishment unless I did as she demanded.

And, of course, I did do as she demanded. From an observer's point of view, it must have been a startlingly erotic sight: Angela naked from the waist down, leaning back on the couch, her right hand firmly clenching the leash attached to my steel cockring, and her long, shapely legs widely parted. And me completely naked on my knees, my hands cuffed behind my back, and my face pressed firmly to the apex of her thighs, ardently licking and sucking her moist pussy. She eventually had several shuddering orgasms that left my face coated in her delicious juices.

It was, in fact, almost midnight when Angela finally removed the leash from my cockring and uncuffed my wrists. My wife leaned back on the couch, thoroughly sated and satisfied. She languidly inquired if I had enjoyed being her 'slave', and how it felt to be '******' to please and serve her. I was still buzzing, and my answers eagerly gushed forth.

I then asked a tentative question of my own: "If I hadn't done what you told me to do, would you really have made me do it?"

Angela's green eyes sparkled. "Do you mean would I have yanked the leash very hard? Making your poor balls really ache unless you did what I told you?"

"Yes," I said softly.

My wife smiled and leaned forward until her beautiful face was a few inches from mine. She gave me a deep, slow, spine-tingling kiss, and then pulled slightly back to look deep into my eyes and replied: "Absolutely."

My intake of breath was audible. Angela leaned back on the couch and continued: "If you're going to be my slave, then you will do what I ask. How much ***** I have to apply in order to get you to do it is entirely up to you, my little Cuckie - but when you're my slave you will do as I tell you."

I suddenly wondered if I had opened Pandora's box. If so, then it was a box that I was eager to jump in to.

Angela idly mused that perhaps I should wear the ring permanently, stating that the metal band encircling my cock and balls would be a constant reminder that I could be required to serve and please her whenever she chose. She also added that since I had been rendered completely impotent by the ****, I would not be vulnerable to any painful nocturnal or involuntary erections making my cock swell inside the metal band. Her tone again left no doubt that this was a demand and not a request. So from that moment on I wore the metal cockring 24/7. There was some minor chaffing and irritation at first, but a few drops of baby oil eased any discomfort, and within two weeks I didn't even need that - most of the time I forgot that a solid metal ring was tightly encircling my manhood.

Angela also informed me that the rings originally came in packets of four. As a kinky little twist, my wife used my engraving tool to inscribe words on the outer rims of all four of the 40-millimeter rings. In Angela's flowing script, the rings read: 'Property of Angela', 'Angela's Slave', 'Angela's Cuckold', and - perhaps most wicked of all - 'Angie's Little Pindick'. The ring that bore the relatively tame words 'Property of Angela' was the one that I usually wore during the day - but Angela would often insist that I change this for one of the rings bearing a more risqu' phrase whenever she was in 'Mistress' mode, as she'd begun calling it. She always made sure that the steel ring was positioned with the words facing upwards so that she could read them.

Angela picked up yet another lascivious idea from the Internet. One evening she called me over to the PC and played a short movie that she had downloaded. The video depicted yet another scene involving a Domme and a naked male submissive. The male sub was lying on his back atop a long, low coffee table, and both his hands and feet were firmly bound with rope to the four sturdy wooden legs of the table. His head and upper shoulders, however, were resting on the cushion of an armchair that abutted the end of coffee table. The Domme - naked except for a pair of long black boots - was perched above him with her widely parted thighs resting on each of the leather arms of the armchair, her genitals hovering directly over the sub's upturned face. The Domme languidly lowered her nether regions onto the sub's awaiting mouth and imperiously instructed him to eat her. In his bound state, the sub had absolutely no choice but to comply; he licked and slurped and sucked her cunt with feverish enthusiasm.

Watching the video I could feel myself becoming very aroused. The situation in the movie emphasized the totally female dominant position; the Domme was able to lean comfortably back in the armchair and fully abandon herself to the oral ministrations of the immobilised male underneath her. The wide leather arms of the chair cradled most of her weight, and her outstretched thighs ensured that her nether regions were completely exposed and accessible to his deftly probing tongue. His cock stood up like a flagpole, and if his oral efforts failed to please his Mistress then she casually leaned forward and gave his erect shaft a few sharp slaps, which instantly caused the sub to perform with greater zest. At the conclusion of the short film the Domme ordered the sub to tongue-fuck her asshole as she reached down to caress her clitoris. A few moments later the Domme sharply exhorted the sub to keep licking! - and she quickly and loudly climaxed. The film actually showed her juices freely pouring from the base of her throbbing slit and coating the sub's chin. I found that I was panting softly as I watched.

Angela announced that she found the scene to be incredibly hot. She too had noted that the Domme was not only in complete control, but was able to lean pleasantly back and enjoy the sub's oral ministrations in total comfort. My wife glanced sideways at me, and informed me that our own sturdy coffee table and one of the armchairs could easily be used as a platform for a similar game...

Fifteen minutes later I discovered myself in exactly the same position as the hapless sub in the video we had just watched, lying face up and naked on our coffee table, my wrists and ankles firmly bound to its wooden legs, and my head and upper shoulders resting on the cushion of one of our armchairs. Angela attached her leather leash to my cockring, and then removed her skirt and panties. She deftly straddled the armchair and seated herself over me, using the wide arms of the chair as a pedestal for her shapely thighs. She then proceeded to duplicate the events in the lascivious video, lowering her pussy onto my face and instructing me to lick and preen her nether regions as she leaned back in the armchair, making good use of her thin leather leash to ensure that I complied with her wishes.

She also became quite vocally assertive, telling me things like: "How do you like being tied up and ****** to lick my cunt - a cunt that you're not allowed to fuck anymore, my little Cuckie? Does your lil' dickie miss my warm, creamy pussy, hmm? Nevermind - you just use your tongue to keep it happy until Jason fills it up on his next visit, okay?"

Or "Lick my asshole slowly like I told you - or do you want me to really give your swollen nuts a good fucking yank?"

Or "Did I tell you to take your tongue out of my cunt? Get it back in there - now! - or I'll pull your fucking balls so hard you'll think I've ripped them off!"

I was relatively sure that Angela wouldn't carry out her threats - but taking into account her previous statement that she would use the leash as sternly as necessary to enforce her will, I can assure you that in my bound and vulnerable position, and with my cock and balls in a figurative and literal noose, I quickly responded to my wife's lascivious demands. Angela again seemed to relish this new method of oral pleasure, and her excitement grew rapidly. At one point she pantingly stated that she loved having me tied up like this, making me worship her cunt, and being ****** to please her over and over again. In fact, she duplicated the culminating scene in the video we had just witnessed, instructing me to tongue-fuck her asshole as she caressed and stroked herself to a very powerful climax. As she trembled in afterglow above my drenched, upturned face, she told me to slowly lick her sodden cunt and asshole clean of her succulent juices.

Episodes like the above became regular occurrences, and Angela's lascivious imagination seemed to work overtime finding new methods and positions in which I could be compelled to serve and gratify her. She discovered that the kitchen table made another ideal platform for my en****** oral ministrations; I would be seated on the floor with my legs lying straight out in front of me in a 'V' shape under the table. Angela would then tie my ankle cuffs firmly to the far pair of table legs, whilst my arms would encircle the near two table legs so that the crook of my elbows were pressed snugly against the smooth wood. My wrist cuffs would be shackled together with a bridge of rope. In this position, with my arms forcibly clasping the two sturdy table legs, my chin hovered just over the rim of the table, and I was completely unable to move backward. Angela would then take the leash into her hand and seat herself on the tabletop, and slowly ease her hips forward, firmly ******* my face into her humid crotch. I would then be commanded to tongue her moist pussy.

She particularly loved having me bound to the kitchen table in this manner, since it also allowed her to stand over me and straddle my face, facing whichever direction she chose. With my arms securely encircling the table legs, all Angela needed to do was lower herself slightly and ease her weight against me. She was particularly fond of standing with her back to me, and then leaning down to rest her torso on the table. She could then slide her naked rump backwards, ******* her rear hard against my face and commanding me to rim and tongue-fuck her asshole. Whatever position she chose, the thin leash was never out of her hand, and if she deemed that my efforts were not up to par, she would quickly remind me who was in control by giving the leash a sharp yank.

I was compelled to become her 'little slave' two or sometimes three evenings a week. Although I have stated that we didn't play these games (if indeed games they were) on a full-time basis, there were definite echoes of Angela's sexual assertiveness that lingered long after such sessions were over. She was now fully aware how aroused I became whenever she teased and taunted me about how my chaste and impotent status was in stark contrast to that of her virile and potent lover. Jason continued to visit at least once weekly, and Angela had no hesitation in using increasingly overt means to highlight the fact that her lover was receiving all of her sexual favors.

For example, she would make a point of ensuring that I saw her remove her bra just before Jason's visits, telling me that Jason was definitely a 'tit man', and that he had mentioned how much he relished seeing her pert nipples clearly outlined under her top. She also began to instruct me to shave her legs and trim her pussy so that she'd be so soft and smooth for her lover. The ankle bracelets that she'd ordered online - and at my expense - had duly arrived, and she'd immediately began wearing them full time. Whilst at work or in company, she wore a simple plain one - but when she was at home she often changed this for the one the announced Hot Wife! In fact, she made a point of displaying it to Jason at the first opportunity, and he simply smiled and softly remarked that he could certainly endorse the lascivious slogan.

I should point out here that my wife never became blatantly dominant towards me whilst in Jason's company. Whenever he visited, the dominant side of her personality retreated. I found this puzzling, and I once quizzed her about it. She replied that as far as Jason was concerned, the two aspects of our relationship were totally separate, and that she felt no need to involve Jason - for which I was somewhat thankful. She did, however, state that she had indeed informed Jason that I was in effect 'cut off' from having sex with her, and that Jason had naturally worked out that if I was complacently accepting this, then I was obviously more than a little submissive towards her. To hear this added another wicked and bizarre twist to the whole situation.

Jason himself was by now totally at ease with the bizarre menage-a-trois. He had become completely relaxed in my company, and he would engage me in conversation just as often as he would Angela. I sensed, however, that Jason seemed to derive considerable satisfaction from the fact that he was now the sole beneficiary of my wife's sexual favors. I could understand this, since if I had been in his position I would possibly feel the same.

Don't get me wrong - Jason never came across as being arrogant or conceited, and in fact quite to the contrary. He was a confident, friendly and likeable young man who possessed an infectious sense of humor - but he was smugly aware that he had virtually limitless access to Angela's intimate charms, and it was obvious that he was quietly enjoying the sexual one-upmanship.

For example, if I answered one of his telephone calls, he would greet me affably, and then ask if he could speak to my 'sexy little wife'. Or, when he was visiting, he would often sit beside Angela and casually slide his arm around her waist, and then progressively lift the palm of his hand until at last it gently cupped her breast under her shirt or blouse. The latent message was clear: I remained the man of the house - except in the bedroom, where Jason had no qualms about asserting his resounding authority.

So - having outlined the evolving sexual dynamic between Angela and myself, I will now describe what occurred as our kinky and deviant game progressed. I will again simply display excerpts from my 'Depraved Diary' to chronicle the events that followed, starting from the beginning of the next round of our game.


*****

Sunday July 31st: Started another game last Thursday night. 'A' called 'J' on Friday, and arranged for him to visit last night (Saturday). 'J' picked 'A' up and they went out for dinner, getting back at just before ten p.m.

In what was almost a well-rehearsed ritual, 'A' dimmed the lights in the lounge room and I watched the pair on the couch again. They now openly displayed their affection and desire for eachother, and my poor, soft little cock tingled as I watched them kissing and petting. 'A' was once more bra-less, and she actually winked at me when 'J' slid his hand under her shirt and began fondling and caressing with her tits. She must have been feeling very evil, because over the course of the next ten minutes or so she slyly and surreptitiously undid each button on her shirt, from top to bottom. In the dim light I swallowed heavily as I watched the front of her shirt eventually billow open, exposing her tits completely. 'A' then guided 'J's' lips to her erect nipples. From this point on they took no notice of me sitting opposite in the darkness.

After a few minutes of 'J' nibbling and sucking 'A's' tits, I heard 'A' whisper to him: "Take me to bed."

They promptly rose from the couch and retired to the master bedroom, and within minutes I was again listening to 'A's' muffled moans and gasps of pleasure as 'J' took full advantage of 'A's' warm, receptive pussy!

After 'J' left I picked my first card, and got the Six of Hearts, and then licked 'A's' sopping cunt and asshole for almost an hour.

*****

Saturday August 6th: 'J' wasn't able to make it here through the week, but came here last night (Friday). Took 'A' out to dinner again and then to a movie. They returned at about ten forty-five p.m.

'A' and 'J' fucked in our bedroom again as I sat watching TV with the sound turned down. About an hour later 'A' came out dressed in her black kimono. She retrieved two cans of beer from the fridge and quietly asked me if I was 'enjoying the show' - and it was obvious she wasn't referring to the television. I pantingly told her I was, and she just giggled. She then handed me one of the evil little pills and told me to swallow it - which I duly did. I was puzzled why 'A' was making me take the pill now, rather than when we retired to bed, as usual. She smiled and offhandedly told me that the reason was simple; tonight I was ******** in the spare bedroom - she had invited 'J' to spend the entire night with her, and he had agreed to do so!

'A' then blew me a kiss and bade me goodnight and returned to our bedroom, closing the door behind her with a soft thud of finality.

After a few minutes I went to bed in spare room, undressed, and climbed into the single bed. I trembled as I listened to the muffled buzz of their chatter in the next room for about fifteen minutes, and then I heard the bed begin to rhythmically creak - 'A' and 'J' going at it again!!! I tried wanking, but my cock refused to rise, and in frustration I was ****** to simply listen to my wife's ardent gasps and moans of pleasure, underscored by 'J's' occasional hoarse grunts of enjoyment. I drifted off to ***** after their moans finally subsided twenty minutes later.

I arose early this morning and waited in trepidation for 'A' and 'J' to arise. At about eight-forty a.m. I suddenly heard our bed creaking again, followed quickly by 'A's' muffled exhortations. They were fucking for the third time in less than twelve hours! 'A' and 'J' then arose and showered together.

THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT! This feeling I have, hearing and seeing and knowing 'A' is fucking him, is driving me INSANE!!!! But I LOVE how it's making me feel! What's happening to me???

I drew THREE cards after 'J' had left about midday - Two of clubs, Jack of Hearts, and Ace of Hearts.

Thursday August 11th: 'A' and 'J' together again last night. 'J' didn't stay the night, but he had 'A' again in our bedroom. They returned to lounge room about an hour later.

At what I suspect to be 'A's' prompting, 'J' is becoming far more brazen in openly discussing his sexual relationship with 'A'. In fact, when 'A' went to use the bathroom, 'J' softly told me how 'sexy' 'A' is, and what 'gorgeous tits' she has. He also blatantly told me that 'A' was 'a mind-blowing fuck', and that he was more than happy to 'give her plenty of cock'.

My voice shook as I responded that 'A' had told me how she enjoyed bedding him, and that I was happy to see her being satisfied so well. Even telling 'J' this sent made my tummy flutter! I could hardly believe I was telling 'J' this!

'J' smiled and just then 'A' came back from the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later 'J' departed, and 'A' asked if I wanted to taste her 'creamy taco'.

Naturally, I did. Afterwards, I picked another card - the Seven of Hearts.

*****

Sunday August 14th: 'J' came again last night (no pun intended) and the three of us idly chatted in the lounge room for an hour or so. 'A' then went for a quick shower - unusual for her - leaving 'J' and I alone. Whilst 'A' was gone, 'J' once again gently steered our conversation to his physical relationship with 'A' - prompted, I strongly suspected, by 'A' herself. 'J' nonchalantly announced that 'A' had informed him that I was turned on by the situation. I felt my tummy fluttering as I admitted to him that I was. 'J' then asked how I had felt two weeks ago, when I had observed 'A' openly exposing her breasts for him, and then to watch him suckle her nipples

In almost a daze, I told him I found it to be a huge turn on, and 'J' smiled and asked if I would allow him to go further. I shakily told him that I would. He smiled, and announced that he and 'A' had 'something a bit wilder' planned for tonight.

At that moment 'A' returned from showering and overheard his last remarks. She was clad in just in her kimono, and she simply smiled and dimmed the lights and then sat next to 'J'. Within moments they were kissing deeply. After about ten minutes they broke their kiss and 'A' arose to her feet and led 'J' to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Instead of leading him up into the hallway, however, she turned to face me with 'J' looming behind her.

'J' now began to kiss her neck from behind, and 'A' tilted her head as 'J's' lips skimmed the sensitive skin on her neck. 'J' then slid a hand around to undo the clasp on her kimono. A few moments later her kimono drifted open, and my gaze was drawn down to her neatly trimmed pubic patch. Even in the darkened room, I clearly saw 'A' flash me a teasing smile as 'J's' hands drifted upwards. He lifted her kimono from her shoulders, and she arched her back; her kimono fluttered to the floor; she was now totally naked. Flashes of light from the TV rippled across her body, simply accentuating her total nakedness. I heard the intake of my own breath.

'J' wasted no time in sliding both hands around under 'A's' arms to cup her full breasts. His palms hoisted my wife's tits gently upwards, and 'A' uttered a soft gasp as he took both of her nipples between his fingers and began skillfully tweaking and rolling them. I watched almost in a dream state as 'A' swiveled her head sharply to the side, her lips seeking his. The pair kissed again as 'J's' large hands continued to caress and massage my wife's tits!

They broke their kiss, and 'A' turned her gaze back towards me, and I could see her eyes were alight with passion and excitement. In what was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen, she opened her stance slightly, took 'J's' right hand from her breast, and guided it slowly down over her belly until it came to rest between her thighs. 'J's' palm instantly covered her pubic mound, and I could actually see his middle finger working its way softly between her labia!

'A' uttered another soft moan, and I knew that 'J' has deftly located her clit. His finger began gently swirling, and 'A' moaned again, louder this time. 'J' began kissing her neck once more, and 'A' tilted her head to the side, offering him her soft skin in a gesture of erotic surrender.

For about a minute I sat and watched as 'J' fingered my wife's pussy, noting that 'A' had closed her eyes, her face clouded with an expression of sexual excitement and pleasure. I also noted that her nipples were now jutting out like little horizontal flagpoles, and Jason was continuing to tweak and roll 'A's' left nipple between the forefinger and thumb of his left hand. Her hips had begun to almost imperceptibly undulate back and forth.

'A' finally opened her eyes and she sent me a brief, smoldering glance, a hint of a smile forming on her full, pouty lips. She winked suggestively and then peered down over her breasts, her gaze focussing on 'J's' palm cupping her mons pubis. I followed her gaze, and even in the dim light I could clearly see 'J's' middle finger was now almost totally buried in 'A's' pussy.

'A' raised her eyes to meet mine once more, and she sent me another passion-laden glance and then turned her face back to her lover and said: "Mmmmm, that feels SOOOO good... you're making me SO wet! Now take me to bed - and FUCK ME!"

The pair quickly turned, 'A' leading him by the hand up the hallway and into the master bedroom. My heart was hammering so hard that I didn't even hear the thud of the bedroom door close behind them. Within a minute I heard 'A' yell out in pleasure, and the muffled rhythmic CREAK! CREAK! CREAK! of the bed began to echo through the house. I sat and listened, my mind's eye picturing 'A's' soft, silky legs wrapped tightly around 'J's' back as his large cock explored the smooth, velvety confines of her delicious cunt!

'J' finally departed just before midnight, and after he'd left 'A' softly quizzed me how it felt to see her lover's hands caressing her naked body. I gasped that WATCHING Jason openly fondle her tits and finger her pussy had made me want to EAT HER so badly, that I had wanted to kneel in front of her and SUCK her HOT CUNT as her lover kissed her and caressed her soft, warm tits. 'A' giggled, and told me that it might indeed come to that - but right at the moment all she could offer my hungry tongue was her drenched, well-used pussy without 'J's' presence.

I ate her with feverish abandon!

I drew another card, and I stared in both shock and delight when I drew the Ace of Clubs! I HAD A PAIR!!!!!

*****


But - of course - in this new game, drawing a pair of cards wasn't enough. Angela smiled softly when I triumphantly showed her the card, but she impishly stated that I was only halfway home. She announced that tonight - in accord with the rules of the game - I wouldn't take one of the evil little pills, and that tomorrow night I would be able to select the 'deciding' card - the one that would decide not only how many times I could make love to her, but whether I could make love to her at all. A tingling sexual anticipation mingled with a teasing apprehension rippled through me.

As it turned out, I had good reason to be apprehensive...

Chapter 14
To say that I spent Sunday in a pent-up sexual daze would be an understatement. Angela and I had tacitly agreed that I would draw the deciding card when we retired to bed on Sunday night, and the titillating fear (or was it a perverse hope?) of drawing a King, Queen, Jack or an Ace was never far from my thoughts. I was quite aware that even if I were successful, it would take another day for the effect of the medication to wear off sufficiently for me to achieve an erection. Even so, excitement bubbled through me like a hot liquid in a gently simmering pot.

On her part, Angela seemed to derive considerable enjoyment from my situation. I often caught her sending me a speculative gaze that always culminated with her Mona Lisa smile, which was far from innocent; her wickedly sensual side was in full flight.

Apart from my own trilling excitement, Angela and I did, however, spend a quiet night watching TV before retiring to bed. Once ensconced under the duvet, Angela sent me a soft smile before sitting up in bed beside me and retrieving the deck of cards from her bedside dresser. She softly asked me for the cards I had previously picked, and they soon went back into the deck in her hand. As she shuffled the cards, my wife glanced at me, and her smile deepened.

"Are you ready to pick the most important card of all, baby?" she finally asked in that soft, silky voice of hers.

I swallowed. "Yes."

She spread the shuffled deck and held the fanned cards to me, staring into my eyes. "Then pick one, honey..."

My hand was trembling as I reached forth to pull a card from the deck. My heart pounded as I turned it over and peered down at it.

The leering face of the Jack of Diamonds peered back up at me. Time stood still for a second or two, and I was aware that I was uttering a soft, almost inaudible groan.

Angela lifted her eyes from the card in my hand and glanced at me. "Oh, dear... I guess we both know what that card means, don't we?" she rhetorically asked. I lifted my own eyes to her face, and I was sure I could detect a slight hint of wicked amusement in her expression.

"Yes," I almost whispered. The stark reality of my ill fortune crashed over me like a powerful breaker. The Jack of Diamonds had just doomed me to several more weeks of ******** impotence.

In almost desperation I stared beseechingly at Angela. "Please - this one time could we just bend the rules?" I pleaded. "If you let me go a couple of days-"

"No!" Angela cut me off sharply. "You agreed to play by the rules. You pulled a Jack - and that means that we have to play another round, just like we agreed!" Her face softened into a slight leer. Her hand darted down, and she seized the card in my hand. I watched as she quickly slid it back in the deck. "Besides, Cuckie - think of it this way; just imagine how hot it's going to make you to go another few weeks, hmm? And how much more I can tease you. You like it when I tease you, don't you?"

"Jesus, yes - you know I do," I half stammered. My heart was hammering inside my chest, and in spite of my desperation to couple with her, the prospect of a few more weeks of watching her kiss and pet with her lover, and then to listen to them fervently fucking was working its familiar spell. I felt the erotic ripple pulse through me: He's going to keep fucking her, he's going to fill her creamy cunt with his cum, and I will have no choice but to listen! I drew a sharp gasp.

My wife unctuously continued. "And after all, it's only been what - two and a half weeks? - since we started the game. The last time we played, it was over four weeks. I'm sure you can handle another round, my little lover."

"I guess so," I replied.

"I know so," Angela said. She sent me a sideward glance as she quickly placed the deck of cards on her bedside dresser. Her sexy grin began to form on her pretty face as she turned back towards me. "Besides," she added. "I have a few new ideas that you might find exciting..."

My interest was instantly engaged. "What new ideas?"

"You'll have to wait and see," Angela's grin tightened as she dangled the bait. "But I can tell you right now that I'm sure they are going to blow your mind."

I gulped, and bit - hard. "Do they involve Jason?"

"That they do, Cuckie!" Angela replied. "Well - most of them do. There's a few other ideas that will be just you and me - but they're mainly to do with Jason..." Angela's grin tilted into a full smile.

I could feel the impish little buzz rocketing through me again. It swept up my desire and lust and focused it solely on Angela not only cuckolding me further, but on her apparent eagerness to do so. My cock gave a frustrated twitch, as if it was just realising that it would not be sliding into the moist heat of Angela's pussy anytime soon.

"Please, Angie," I begged. "What kind of things are you gonna do?"

My wife tilted her head. "Well... it won't hurt to tell you one thing. Let me ask you this; you said it made you hot to actually see Jason playing with my tits and fingering me the other night?"

I simply nodded.

Angela uttered a soft giggle. "The let's just say that over the next few weeks you had better get used to seeing it happen a little more."

"I want to see it a lot more!" I ************* blurted. It was like hearing someone else's voice - but is was my tight voice telling my wife that I wanted to see her lover fondling and caressing her!

"Aww, I know you do, my little Cuckie," my wife continued smoothly, seeming delighted with my inadvertent admission. "In fact, Jason knows it, too. When we went into the bedroom that night, he told me how you were looking at him touching me, and that he got a real kick out of undressing me in front of you and playing with my pussy..."

"Christ, did he?" I gasped sharply.

Angela's eyes sparkled playfully. "He did. He also told me that I should've unzipped him, and knelt down and given him a blowjob right there in the hallway..."

All I could do was groan softly in reply. A mental image of Angela on her knees as she fellated her lover right in front of me flashed across my mind. I inwardly saw her turn her head towards me, giggling and sending me a wink as she pressed her warm, wet tongue underneath Jason's plum-shaped glans.

Angela's voice snapped me out of my brief trance. "Do you wanna know what I told him, Cuckie?" she asked softly.

"Yes!" I literally shrieked.

"I told him that next time all he has to do is tell me to do it - and as you watch, I'll sink to my knees and take out his beautiful thick cock, and suck it and lick it and keep doing it until he explodes in my mouth!"

"Oh my fucking God!" I groaned. "Do it!"

"Mmmm, I just might do that, Cuckie! Is that making you hot? To imagine your wicked little slut-wife sucking another man off, right there in front of you, and knowing that I'm gonna let him cum in my mouth - and swallow every single delicious drop? Does that make your little cock tingle, Cuckie?"

"Fuck - yes!" I bellowed.

"Does it make you shake, little one? Does it make you wish that I was doing it right now?"

"Jesus, Jesus, yes!" I almost shrieked.

"Good!" Angela hissed. She abruptly slid the duvet aside and parted her legs. "Then get your tongue down there and lick me - now! Just because your limp, floppy little pecker isn't gonna be pleasing me anytime soon doesn't mean that I have to go without! So get down there and fuckin' lick me!"

The bedroom was soon echoing to Angela's lewd exhortations as I sucked and licked her with feverish zest. Later, as Angela lay in afterglow, she softly ran her fingers through my hair and peered down at me through slitted eyes.

"Clean me," she purred. "Lick it all up."

I duly did so, and later her last act before ******** was to hand me another of those innocuous looking little pills. I duly swallowed it, and my thoughts turned to the next few weeks.

*****

Angela's prediction that my cock would not be pleasing her anytime soon was in fact prophetic. If Lady Luck had been kind (well, sort of kind) in the last round of the game, then this time she turned into a total bitch. It was six long weeks before I got the chance to cease taking the evil medication that kept me flaccid - and this happened under very unusual and incredibly carnal circumstances. I am, however, getting ahead of myself.

Angela never carried out her lascivious threat to fellate Jason as I watched - but over the next six weeks she came up with numerous ploys that were just as carnally and wickedly devious. Jason was a regular guest - averaging perhaps three visits every two weeks - and with each visit he seemed to become more and more relaxed with the whole situation, and in fact learned to improvise when the need arose.

For example, one Friday evening Jason had just arrived, and we were all sat in the lounge chatting. I was, of course, aware that he and my wife would at some stage retire to the master bedroom, and I was already buzzing as the delicious anticipation and angst grew. A pair of headlights suddenly flashed across the curtains, and Angela arose and quickly peered out the front window. She turned and announced that her sister, Vanessa, had arrived with her husband, David. She quickly hissed that she would introduce Jason as a friend of mine who had dropped in for a few ******. I nodded, and Jason simply smiled his assent.

This ploy worked well, and Angela's sister and her husband simply took the ruse about Jason being my friend at face value. I flutteringly wondered what Vanessa would think if she knew that Jason was regularly banging her sister - with my knowledge and permission.

The five of us were soon ensconced at our dining table - Vanessa and David on one side, Angela and Jason on the opposite side, and me seated at the head of the table. At one point I arose and went out to the kitchen to refill our ******. As I did so, I glanced towards the dining table; from my present vantage point on the other side of the breakfast bar, Vanessa and David had their backs to me. My gaze rested briefly upon Angela, who was sat with her body facing towards me; she was leaning forward with her left elbow resting on the table, and her hand propping up her chin. She had her head turned towards Jason, who was sat next to her, and was currently in the middle of describing a recent fishing expedition.

Angela must have felt my gaze, because she swiveled her head towards me and her eyes met mine. An almost imperceptibly lascivious expression drifted across her face. My gaze instinctively dropped to the gap between the chairs on which Vanessa and David were sat.

In the dim light under the table, I noticed a strange, slow rhythmic movement. As my eyes focused, I was startled to see that Angela's slender right hand was softly stroking Jason's upper thigh. I raised my eyes to her face, and Angela held my gaze for a few seconds; an impish smile danced over her face, and she casually shifted in her chair, in the process moving two or three inches closer to Jason. My eyes dropped once more to the gap between Vanessa and David. I caught my breath as I saw that Angela's probing fingers had now slid upwards to Jason's crotch; she was now obviously stroking his cock through his jeans - and doing so just a few feet away from her unsuspecting sister and brother-in-law.

I had to dampen the intake of my breath. For about a minute I stopped fixing our ****** and pretended interest in Jason's anecdote, but my gaze kept fluttering downward, watching my wife gently massage what must have been a growing bulge in Jason's jeans. Jason himself never missed a beat; he kept telling his story as my wife surreptitiously caressed and fondled his cock. I could hardly believe my wife was being so brazen, and several more times she flashed a glance towards me, her eyes alight with teasing amusement.

I finally returned to sit at the head of the dining room table, and I was glad that nobody noticed how my hands shook as I handed out the ******. Angela swiveled her head towards me, and flashed me a subtle grin. I noticed that she didn't shift position, and I knew that sight unseen her soft, warm fingers were still skimming over her lover's cock. I have to tell you that to sit in company and know that your wife is stroking another man's cock is stimulating in the extreme - as if I needed the extra stimulation.

Vanessa and David departed about an hour later, and within minutes Angela and Jason exchanged a brief and muted conversation in the kitchen as I sat watching TV in the lounge room, my pulse still racing. Jason soon excused himself and went to use the bathroom. As soon as he was out of earshot, Angela strode over to me and leaned down over me, her hands resting on the arms of the chair.

Her eyes glittered as she stared down at me. "Did you see me playing with Jason's yummy cock, my little Cuckie?" she asked playfully.

"Yes." I replied softly.

"That was very naughty of me, wasn't it, hmmm? Letting my fingers slide over his cock as my little sister was sat across the table?" She uttered a soft giggle.

I simply nodded. My heart raced.

"Oh! By the way? Before she left, Vanessa quietly told me that Jason is quite a dish! In fact, her exact words were 'Mmm, he's a hottie!'. I agreed with her, of course! Maybe I should have let her see where I had my hand, hmmm? I think little Sis' would have gotten a kick knowing I was running my fingernails over Jason's big, throbbing cock! It was throbbing, in case you're wondering. I think Jason loved me doing that - because he got so hard..." My wife uttered her soft, sexy chuckle. All I could do was pant softly, spellbound by her words.

"It made him horny, too," Angela continued. "He just asked me to go to bed - and how can I refuse, hmmm? He's all hot and frisky, and he said that he wants me - NOW!" My wife's eyes sparkled. "He said he needs to slide his hard, throbbing cock inside me, Cuckie. He even said that I made his full balls ache... you wouldn't want Jason to get blue-balls, would you honey?"

I slowly shook my head. The buzz twittered though me like a sizzling electric current.

"I didn't think you would," Angela purred softly. "So I told him to wait for me in the bedroom. I'm going in there in a few seconds, my little man, and I'm going to let him fuck me. He's going to fuck your wife after I stroked his big, juicy cock right in front of Vanessa and David. Does that excite you, Cuckie?"

"Jesus, yes!" I blurted.

"Good!" my wife giggled. "Because it made me hot to feel his cock getting hard under the table. In fact, my pussy is dripping, and I really need a good, long, hard FUCK..." She stressed the last word: Fucccckkkkkkk...

"Then go in there, and let him give it to you!" I gasped. I could barely believe those words had escaped my lips.

Angela's grin grew to a full smile. "Oh, I'm going to, my little limp-dicked cuckold! In fact, I'll make sure you hear just how much that big cock of his is driving me insane! You know he's gonna make me cum over and over, don't you?" She leaned down and gave me a soft peck on the cheek. "I'll see you later, honey!"

She then arose and turned and headed towards the hallway door. She halted, and turned to me. "By the way? You're in the spare room tonight."

She gave me a leer and a final salacious wink, and continued up the hall. I heard the master bedroom door open and then close with a soft thud of finality.

I leaned back on the couch, my heart thumping and my breath coming in pants. I reached for the remote control and turned the TV volume down. I could hear muffled conversation drift through the wall, as well as muted giggling. My heart simply pounded harder. A minute or so later I heard my wife gasp, and the lewd rhythm of the bed faintly creaking slithered through the wall - slow at first, but then increasing in tempo. Angela was true to her word; her vocal appreciation of Jason's hard cock also became audible, and her gasps and moans also rose in both pitch and intensity. I sat in mesmerized silence, my mind's eye still picturing Angela blatantly stroking her lover's cock under the dining room table. The impish buzz leapt into new paroxysms of delight, and my traitorous cock twitched as if it was delighted to hear Angela's moans of pleasure.

I spent a restless night in the spare room. The next day, after Jason had departed, Angela softly quizzed me regarding my feelings about her stroking her lover's cock with company only a few feet away - almost publicly, so to speak. By now I was used to telling my wife everything, and my words gushed forth. I told her that watching her run her fingers over his cock with her sister so close was an incredibly exciting. My wife mulled my words for a while, and I could see that she was mentally storing this information away.

Another ploy that my wife began to use to heighten my impotent arousal was to greatly extend the intensity of her petting sessions with Jason as the pair sat on the couch in the lounge room. The lights were almost always off, and usually there was only the glare from the TV to illuminate the pair. Whereas previously they would kiss and fondle eachother before retiring to the bedroom, now Angela began to allow Jason to slowly strip her as I sat opposite in the armchair. On more than one occasion Jason removed everything but her panties in the darkened room. In fact, several times Jason maneuvered my wife so that she was lying on the couch, and he would then lower himself (still fully clothed) between her legs, and proceed to gently 'dry fuck' her.

I would surreptitiously watch as their passion grew - a silent spectator at my own cuckolding. Angela's legs would often curl up over Jason's back as his hips rose and fell rhythmically between her thighs, his jeans making a swiff, swiff, swiff noise as they rasped against my wife's creamy thighs. It was also incredibly erotic and carnal to watch Jason fondling and licking Angela's naked breasts, and I could hear her soft whimpers of pleasure over the babble from the TV whenever Jason sucked her hard nipples.

But what made the little buzz inside me really scream was to watch Angela's hips rising to meet his thrusts and grinding her crotch hard against his. They would fervently kiss as they did this - often open-mouthed so that their tongues danced and played wetly together in the dim light.

After these 'dry fucking' sessions they would eventually arise from the couch and soon make their way into our bedroom. On one such occasion, I briefly glimpsed the gusset of Angela's panties in the soft glare from the TV; the thin white material covering Angela's pussy revealed a dark wet patch. The rhythmic friction of Jason's denim-clad cock had literally made my wife 'cream her panties'.

Angela never tired of finding new ways to emphasise my cuckold status. One Friday afternoon my cell phone trilled at work. It was Angela, who had a rostered day off. She greeted me affably and asked if I could find a few minutes privacy - perhaps in the men's room. I told her that I could, and I duly made my way to the toilet, my stomach fluttering. Once I had locked the toilet door and seated myself, Angela announced that she that she was calling from our bedside telephone, and she was lying there wearing nothing but her high-heels. She then giggled and announced that she had a little surprise for me.

I felt my pulse skyrocket. "What surprise?" I asked shakily.

"Just keep listening, honey," Angela replied in a silky voice. "And you'll find out..." I heard the TONK! of the telephone receiver being placed on a hard surface.

And listen I did. In a few seconds I head my wife gasp sharply in the background - and I then heard her moan out in apparent pleasure. A second deeper moan followed - Jason's voice.

Realisation crashed over me; Angela had obviously called Jason and informed him that she had the day off work, and had apparently invited him over - and not to do any landscaping work!

A tinny Creak! Creak! Creak! began to echo through the receiver. I realised that it was the bedsprings gleefully trumpeting the lewd act that was occurring above them.

Angela's voice suddenly trilled. "Yeah Jason!... Shove it in!... Fuck me!... Give it to me... Give it to me SO hard!... FUCK ME!"

And for the next ten minutes or so I sat fully clothed on the toilet, listening to Jason energetically fuck my beautiful wife. Through some weird foible of technology, the phone receiver made the wet, high-pitched smack of their kisses particularly loud, and I pictured Angela's long legs wrapped around his back as their lips slid moistly together, their tongues dancing and frolicking. I could also picture Angela's full breasts wobbling back and forth as his thrusts rocked her body. I wondered if her nipples were erect, and if they were brushing against Jason's chest as his long cock pierced her to the hilt, and deeper than I would ever go. The culmination of their torrid session was particularly lewd; I heard Jason huskily announce that he was going to climax, and Angela exhorted her lover to 'fill her up' with his cum, and to 'cream' her - which he evidently did. I was shocked to discover I was softly whispering "Do it... Do it... Do it..."

I sat shaking as the receiver warbled, and Angela pantingly whispered a soft farewell, ending with "I love you!", and a final giggle. The phone then went dead.

Episodes like this often made me wonder at Angela's new and apparently turbo-charged sexuality. This was the same woman who had once stated that she would never enact my fantasy of her being with another man. And yet here she was, reveling in the chance to cuckold me. If her eagerness to cuckold me was flourishing, then so was her more dominant side. I was still her little slave two or three times a week, and she began to introduce new aspects to this side of our relationship as well. I found that I relished this side of her, and I duly became even more subservient to her wishes - perhaps to rationalize and justify my own excitement at now seeing Angela openly cuckolding me.

For example Angela made it a point to have me lightly kiss her pussy through her panties each morning before we departed for our respective workplaces. This was more a symbolic act than a physical one - but my wife seemed to derive great enjoyment from me sinking to my knees, fully dressed, and lifting her skirt, and pressing my lips gently to her femininity in what was a gesture of supplication and worship.

She also had me continue to perform cunnilingus almost nightly, but she had me do it in a variety of positions and locations. No room in the house was spared, and Angela still made imaginative use of the cock-ring that I now wore full-time (and her little leash) to ensure that I did her lascivious bidding. She became extremely fond of kneeling over me, and having me lick her asshole as she used her toy on herself. I would slide my tongue rapidly over that intimate place as Angela slowly fucked herself, telling me that the big fake cock felt 'sooo good!'. As she approached climax, she would tell me to tongue-fuck her ass, and she would sometimes wonder aloud how it would feel to have me repeat this act with a real cock inside her instead of a fake one. She once giggled, and asked me if I thought Jason would mind if I licked her asshole as he drove his cock into her, adding that this act would make her so excited that her cream would 'run like a river!'.

In any event, I will continue with the tale, and detail the next carnal, if very unusual, development. As you may recall, each time she coupled with Jason, I picked a card. But luck, as I have said, had deserted me. It was coming up to five long weeks when Angela made an interesting announcement.

"You remember a little while ago when Vanessa and David dropped in, honey?" she asked.

I nodded. Something in her tone made my ears prick up.

Angela continued. "And seeing and knowing I was fondling Jason whilst they were sitting across from us made you really hot?"

I nodded again. "Yeah - you know how hot it made me..."

My wife smiled. "Was it because it was done practically openly? Even if Vanessa and David didn't actually see me doing anything?"

I thought for a few moments. "Yes. To imagine you doing it blatantly in front of me is a very hot thought."

Angela raised an eyebrow. "Blatantly? You mean like publicly?"

"Uh-huh," I replied.

"So - if we got into a situation where Jason and I could act like lovers openly, and also in public, then that would drive you wild?"

"Yes... Jesus, yes, it would," I confirmed softly.

My wife smiled. "Okay. Well - I have a little plan, my lover. But I just want to make absolutely sure that you would be perfectly okay with seeing Jason and I really acting like lovers openly and very flagrantly. I mean that you would have to watch Jason kissing and hugging me, and very likely in public, too - and maybe a little more." My wife sent me a level gaze. "Would that excite you?"

It certainly would! For some reason imagining Angela and Jason be so casual about their intimate relationship made my loins boil - rapidly.

"Yes, it would excite me... a lot," I told her softly.

Angela sent me her lascivious smile. "Okay, my little Cuckie. I have a plan for next weekend, which as you know is going to be a long weekend. I've already asked Jason if he will go along with it, and he said no problem." Angela uttered a soft giggle. "In fact, he was very eager to play, my little one! And as an added bonus? We will suspend our little card game, and on Friday you can stop taking your little pills, and - all going well - then on Sunday you can finally have me.... How does that sound?"

I swallowed softly. Whatever Angela had planned, it was obviously going to be spectacular. I nodded my eager assent.

My wife smiled again. "Okay - I'll tell Jason it's on for the long weekend..."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

She told me - in lewd, lascivious detail.

It was all I could do to stop shaking. Her wickedly lecherous imagination had outdone itself, and I looked towards the coming long weekend with both an incredibly amount of excitement and not a little angst...

Chapter 15


In the dimming light of early evening I stood staring at the magnificent old homestead; it was set in a picture-perfect garden on 20 acres of pristine Australian bushland. The air carried a fragrant, fresh rural tang, and I glanced up into the trees encircling the house; birds perched in the upper branches lamented the approach of night, twittering and squawking. Somewhere in the distance a magpie warbled its long, distinctly beautiful call, a uniquely Australian sound.

I lowered my gaze back to the house in front of me, my hands on my hips. The house was located just over an hour's drive from our place on the trendy and rather exclusive east side of the Mornington peninsula. The homestead was one of many in the locality that has been turned into a really good money-spinner – to wit, as a sumptuous and well-equipped weekender rental property. It had been, so the owner had informed me, built in the 1930's by a businessman for use as a rural holiday retreat for himself and his family. The house was clad in weatherboard, and the exterior was painted in the typical cream and Brunswick green that typified the period in which it was constructed. The inside of the house, however, was totally contemporary; the interior sported all the mod cons, including a six-seater spa, a 60-inch television with matching surround sound system, fully equipped kitchen, and a solid wood four-poster bed in the master bedroom.

I cast my eye around the place appreciatively once again. It was indeed a charming abode, and I grudgingly admitted that the cost of renting the place for three days was indeed worth the hefty dent it had made in my credit card account. Angela had, in fact, found the place after a search on the Internet; there isn't much that cannot be Googled these days, so it seemed. She had informed me that she had chosen this house because it was very secluded, yet conveniently near to several major towns – which suited her purposes extremely well, as you will see.

It was currently early Thursday evening, and Angela, Jason and I had arrived at the house about fifteen minutes ago. Angela had previously informed family and friends via email that she and I would be going away for the long weekend, but she had left the details hazy. She had also chosen this locality because she was aware that nobody we knew frequented this particular area; as always, she made sure to take care of the small details.

So – as you may already have guessed, my wife's devious little plan was for us to spend three days in this tranquil little haven. I knew, however, that for me at least the next 72 hours would be far from tranquil; Angela's plan called for what was for all intents and purposes a role swap between Jason and myself – Jason would ostensibly become Angela's 'partner', whilst I would simply be the 'friend' who was tagging along. The fact that we were extremely unlikely to run into anyone we knew would allow Angela to play this game publicly.

It had crossed my mind that this was perhaps the ultimate way for Angela to ratify my status as a cuckold; I would have to sit idly by and watch my wife and her lover openly displaying their affection in public, and displaying their lust in private. Angela had hinted that exhibiting their lust in public wasn't beyond the realms of possibility, either.

The sudden appearance of Angela strolling out onto the wide patio engaged my attention. My stomach fluttered. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a white tennis shirt. The swell of her breasts caused my gaze to flicker southward for a second or two. She saw me, and approached.

"Where's Jason?" I asked with as much nonchalance as I could.

Angela tossed her head sideward. "He's just unpacked his overnight bag, and now he's gone to take a quick shower – so we have a few minutes alone, honey." My wife's eyes scanned my face, and she smiled. "You still one hundred percent sure you want this, lover?"

I cleared my throat. "Yes."

Angela placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned closer. "You know I'm gonna tease you so wickedly this weekend, don't you? You know that I'm gonna be a teasing little bitch, right?"

"I sure do." My mouth was suddenly dry.

My wife kissed me softly, and my cock twitched inside my jeans. "And you realise," she continued, breaking the kiss, "That you're probably gonna hear him fuck me every night for the next three nights, hmmm?"

I simply nodded. A waft of her perfume drifted across to me – a scent that I had long since learned to associate with sexual excitement.

"Annnnd," my wife slowly drawled. "You do know that I'm going to openly kiss him all weekend. And that I'll probably wear that slinky little bathrobe during the evenings – when I'm sat with Jason on the couch. You remember how thin it is, don't you? And how easily it slides off my skin? All I'd have to do as I'm sat next to him would be to undo the tie – and it'd slither apart, letting him see my bare tits... is that ok too, honey?"

My cock felt like someone had just attached a transistor battery to it. I uttered a soft moan, and my wife giggled.

"Aww, I'm sorry, honey!" she said. "I can't resist teasing you!" She kissed me again, making it a full open-mouthed kiss. I could feel the soft press of her nipples through her tee shirt against my chest, and again the mesmerizing aroma of her perfume wafted over me. She broke our kiss with almost seeming reluctance.

"Mmmm... Very nice, Michael," she said softly. "You're still a great kisser. But I have to tell you that's gonna be the last time that we'll kiss until Sunday. You sure you're ready for that?"

I nodded again. "Yes. And I know it's gonna drive me out of my mind."

Angela giggled. "Oooh, you're absolutely right, my little, little Cuckie – I'll make sure of it!" Her eyes flashed at me. "Oh! I hope you paid attention to what I just said – 'We' won't be kissing, but you can be sure that 'I' will!"

I uttered a croak, and Angela giggled that sexy little giggle.

"Come on, honey," she said. "Ready to live out your most wild fantasy?"

I gulped and nodded softly.

My wife smiled. "Let's go, then."

She turned, and I followed her inside the house.

*****

Can any man really write a definitive and accurate description of his innermost feelings as he watches his wife - the woman at the center of his world – openly kissing, petting and fondling another man? Can he truly describe the heady whirlwind of lust, desire, envy and sheer angst that sweeps through him as he listens to her gasps and moans of pleasure drifting through 80-year-old walls as another man's hard cock is eagerly exploring her warm, moist cunt? Is there a way to convey the sensation of being the most turned-on that you have ever been in your whole life – but not have the means to slake one's own lust? Even worse, what can one do in this situation when one's wife is determined to tease as much as possible, and to push the boundaries even further than one's wildest dreams?

Rhetorical questions, of course – but I am simply trying to convey to you, the reader, just how intense, lascivious and deliciously evil the weekend turned out to be. Angela must have been mulling this weekend for a long time – because the wickedly carnal events that unfolded did not seem like random thoughts; the things Angela did and said were the result of some very intense erotic machinations

In order to shorten my tale, I will chronicle the events of the next three days in the simplest form that I can.

THURSDAY NIGHT:

The night had passed slowly. It was now 11pm, and although I was fully aware that I was going to witness my wife and her young lover showing open affection for eachother, I was still shocked when Angela slid herself down onto Jason's lap as he sat on the couch, wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and kissed him. I stood there practically gaping as I watched Jason's arms slide around her hips and return her kisses with not even a hint of shyness or reservation. A tingle rippled through my flaccid cock as the kiss deepened; I knew well the soft, wet rasp of Angela's tongue against mine, and the lustful feelings that this intimate contact aroused in me. I wondered if Jason's cock was hardening as Angela's nimble tongue slithered into his mouth, licking and exploring; that teasing touch that sent ripples of arousal through me. I watched like a man entranced – which I was.

My question was answered a few minutes later; the pair exchanged a few soft words, and arose from the couch. Angela turned her head and gazed at me, and her face twisted into a soft smile as she took Jason's hand and led him towards the master bedroom. My last vision of her was of her sending me a lewd, suggesting wink before the pair disappeared into the bedroom, and the door closed with a resounding thud.

Several minutes later I heard Jason utter a moan of pleasure that seemed to trickle through the walls. A sudden vision assailed me; my wife sat on the bed, her full, pouty lips sliding sensuously up and down her lover's large, twitching cock, taking his hardness into her mouth, her eyes half closed in rapture. I sat myself down in a daze; my head cocked (pun intended) and my heart pounded as I strained to listen. A few minutes later a rhythmic thumping resounded – a sound that I actually felt more than heard; the wickedly lewd intonation of a bed being subjected to the intense exertions of two people making hard, passionate love upon it. I pictured my wife naked on the bed, her long, smooth legs jerking and bucking as her young lover drove his hard, hungry cock into her. I stifled a moan as I wondered if he was whispering teasing endearments in her ear – such as how I was probably panting as I listened to their lovemaking, or asking her if she was excited to know that her husband – the man who's place he was taking – was outside listening in vain, his own cock limp and defeated, as he took her. In my imagination, Angela giggled in lecherous excitement, and told him that the thought made her soooo fucking wet...

My own cock remained defiantly flaccid – the medication working its frustrating magic. It did, however, twitch and quiver – almost as if it was delighted at my wife's faint gasps and moans. The steady knock, knock, knock issuing from the master bedroom was almost ********, and with not inconsiderable shock I realised that I was literally adding unspoken encouragement to my wife's lover – thoughts of urging him to fuck her, to drive his hard, thick cock into her, and to take her in ways that I never had, and never would, and make her climax over and over again danced through my mind, adding to the overload of carnality.

When Jason's long, earthy groan announced his climax, I silently hoped that Angela had those long, sexy legs of hers locked around his hips, and that her creamy cunt clutched his throbbing cock, and that his cum was so abundant that it overflowed her moist crevice and slithered down into the crack of her ass. In my minds eye, I watched it trickle with deliberate slowness, covering her anus in a slippery, pearly stream... I had a sharp thought about licking it from her as she cooed encouragement, her beautiful face alive with excitement, her hand gliding through my hair, guiding me, giggling and telling me to lick her clean. In my imagination her soft voice was laden with teasing excitement: "Lick my ass clean... Lick! Lick it!... tongue-fuck me... lick all of his cum from my asshole... Licckkk ittttttt... Cuck-ieeeeee"

With a start I shook myself from my self-induced daze. My cock twitched again – seeming to mock me. I went to bed soon after – the echoes of my wife's squeals of pleasure dancing through my mind...



FRIDAY

Although the situation was perfectly apparent, nobody discussed it openly. Jason was still the personable young man, and Angela treated me with all dignity. But we all knew that the status quo had been altered. Angela made sure to lavish a little more attention on Jason than usual, and she often held my gaze – and it said: He is my Lover... He is the one fucking me... He is the one who's going to take me to bed tonight, and enjoy your pussy, the pussy that's supposed to be yours – and I am going to enjoy every single second while you and your soft, useless little dick cant do anything to change it...

Friday passed rapidly. The three of us spent the day shopping and visiting some of the quaint little places offered by the locality. We drove to Mornington, and Angela made it a point to hold Jason's hand as they strolled along the main street; this sight was uncannily erotic for me, and my cock twitched as a walked behind the pair. After we got back to the house late in the afternoon, Angela called a local restaurant and made a reservation for three people.

Whilst Jason was using the bathroom, my wife strode over to me; she smiled softly. "Are you okay with everything, Cuckie?" she asked. I noted that she used the word Cuckie instead of Michael.

I nodded. "Yeah. Jesus, Angie... it's driving me wild!"

Angela giggled. "I know it is. Did you hear us fucking last night?"

"Yes!"

"He's gonna fuck me again tonight. You know that, right?"

I drew a sharp breath and simply nodded.

My wife grinned and decided to give the erotic knife a twist. "He's such a good fuck, Cuckie. His cock is soooo much better than yours - and bigger, too - even when you can get that lil' knob of yours hard." She leaned close to me. "I love him fucking me, Cuckie. Did you hear how he made me scream for him?"

I swallowed and simply nodded again. The soft buzz trilled through me.

"I climaxed three times last night just from him fucking me," my wife softly announced. "And it was so hot to think of you out here, climbing the walls as you listened to me getting fucked! Did you know how creamy it made me, Cuckie?"

"N-No," I stammered. "I didnt know!"

My wife's face was split by another sexy grin. "Well - just know that it made me soooo hot to know that you were out here listening to everything... listening to me getting fucked! It made me giggle... Jason giggled about it too!" Her tinkering laugh simply added to the erotic furnace.

"J-Jason giggled about it?" I asked.

"He did! He told me that it was so wild to know that you - my husband - were out here as he fucked me - and that he knew you couldn't even get that weeny little dick of yours hard, even if you wanted to! He loves my 'married' pussy!"

I uttered a soft moan. My wife giggled.

"But don't worry, Cuckie," she told me as she reached for her cigarettes. "You wont be taking your medicine tonight, and so by late Saturday or Sunday you can get that lil' dicklet of yours hard enough to fuck me." She lit her cigarette and smiled sweetly at me. "In the meantime? You'll sit here and watch as my hot, hard lover does all the things that you want to do to me!"

I was attempting to answer her when Jason returned to the room. Angela winked at me, and that was that.

We departed for the restaurant just before 7:00pm. Angela 'suggested' that I drive, and so I did - with my wife and her lover in the rear seat. I could hear them whispering and giggling as I drove. The meal was delicious, but not as delicious as watching my wife flirt with her young lover. My cock trilled in flaccid excitement as I watched them flirt and tease eachother – and tease me into the bargain. At one point Angela fixed her long, sexy gaze on me and smiled. Her expression begged something, and – looking closely – I could see her right shoulder rising and falling slightly. Then it occurred to me – she was caressing Jason's cock through his pants right there at the table. My wife's soft grin became wider when my expression announced that I realised what she was doing. Jason also glanced at me with a soft grin, and it was clear that he was enjoying the situation.

We returned to the house at about 10:00pm. I tried my best to be nonchalant, but Angela made sure to let me know who would be in her bed tonight. The pair sank into the soft confines of the couch, and petted and kissed. I tried to make myself inconspicuous on the other chair – but my gaze was constantly drawn to my wife and her lover. They spoke in soft whispers that I couldn't hear – and at one point Angela darted her gaze at me and smiled.

A few minutes later, Angela leaned back. Jason also leaned back into the couch, cleared his throat, and glanced at me.

"So," Jason began. "You like being a cuckold, Michael?"

My heart hammered. My eyes slid over to Angela, and her expression was placid and cool – but her eyes sparkled in poorly concealed excitement; she clearly knew that something was going to happen, and I had a good idea that she had instigated it

I looked back to Jason. "Yes." I replied. Inwardly, I was panting.

Jason smiled, showing his boyish grin. "Angie tells me that you love knowing I'm fucking her. That you get off knowing that I have a bigger cock, and that I can fuck her until she screams... is that right?"

My heart gave a sudden double thump. I could feel my face flushing – but the sheer surreal carnality of the situation bore me like a twig tossed into a rushing torrent. I was drawn into the moment.

"Yes," I repeated.

Jason chuckled. "Well, you know that I've been fucking her for a while, right? You realise that I've fucked her while you were at work... come over to your house, fucked your hot, sexy wife in your bed?"

I nodded. My heart pounded.

"Do you like me fucking your wife?" Jason asked.

"Yes." I felt like I was miles away - but I wasn't... this man was fucking my wife - and I did like it.

"And you know that I am going to fuck her again tonight, don't you?" Jason continued in a conversational tone. "That soon, I'm going to get up from this couch, and me and her are going to go into the bedroom, and your wife is going to suck me - then fuck me. How does that make you feel?"

Time stood still. "It makes me hot," I replied in a voice that sounded far away.

Jason uttered a soft laugh. "Yeah – I'm sure it does. You can't get a hard-on, can you? No, don't raise your eyebrows – Angie's told me all about the medication you use. Your cock's gonna be soft for another day or so yet. Deal with it..." He laughed again and changed tack. "Did you hear me fucking your wife last night?"

I nodded. The surreal feel of the situation flooded over me again.

"Did it excite you? Did you like hearing me bang your horny wife?" Jason asked.

"Yes." My words were virtually drawn out of my by the carnality of the situation, and I was now powerless to stop them.

Jason grinned. "So - you liked hearing your hot little wife screaming as I fucked her?"

"Jesus, Yes!" I panted

"How much?" Jason slid his hand towards Angela and cupped her right breast as he asked this question.

"Very much... I wanted you to cum in her!" I blurted.

Jason smiled. "Did you? Well - I did; I blew my load deep inside your wife's hot, wet, hungry little pussy. Didn't I, babe?" he turned to Angela

Angela grinned. "Yes – you did... I loved it!" Angela's soft, tittering giggle nearly made me cum right then. My heart felt like it was going to explode.

"So," continued Jason, turning his gaze back to me. "I shot my cream in her. I creamed this delicious little lady - I fuckin' drove my cock deep in her, and blew my load. And you know what, Michael?"

"What?"

"I'm gonna fuck her again tonight, too. And I'm gonna cum inside her again. But – you are gonna ask me."

"Ask you?" I was slightly confused – but I kind of knew what was coming. My pulse throbbed in my ears.

Jason smiled. "You are going to formally and officially ask me to fuck your wife. And ask me to cream her – to shoot my load deep inside her hungry, hot, wet, tight little cunt,"

I could feel my chest heaving. I glanced over to Angela. Her pretty face was tilted, and her eyes sparkled.

"Ask him," Angela said sweetly. Her pretty face transformed into a bitchy leer. "Now! Ask him! If you wanna cum this weekend, you ask him!"

I swallowed. "Please fuck my wife, Jason... Please cum in her!"

Jason chuckled. "My pleasure... Cuckie..." I must have raised my eyebrows as this word slipped from his lips, because Jason quickly raised a palm towards me and added: "'Cuckie' – that's what Angie calls you, isn't it? Very apt, I think – 'cause that's what you are, aren't you?... a cuckold. A man who lets his wife fuck other men... and that's what you do – you let me fuck this hot little lady... Cuck... Cuckie... Chucky.... I think Angela and me should call you 'Chucky' from now on... not quite perfect, but near enough." He turned to my wife. "Waddaya think, babe? 'Chucky' the Cuckie a good name for Mr. Cuckold over there?"

Angela giggled. "Perfect!" She giggled again and looked at me. "Chuck the Cuck! When we are out in town, Chuck or Chucky will be a wonderful name for him..."

My hands began shaking. This conversation was so surreal. I gulped – but I realised I was loving this. My flaccid cock quivered.

Jason turn back to me and laughed. He then sang, using the Rickie Lee Jones tune of the famous song. "'Chucky's innn lovveeee!' Well, Chucky – me and your hot little lady are gonna go hit the hay – but the only thing hit will be your wife's creamy lil' cervix! It'll be covered in my cum a lot..." He smiled at his own joke. "But - you've asked me to fuck this delicious babe – and who am I to deny you?" He glanced at Angela. "Wanna go fuck, baby?"

My wife smiled and licked her lips. "Ooohhh yeah – you know I do!"

Jason laughed softly and rose to his feet. "Ok." He glanced down at me. "Well, Chuck? Your hot, sexy wife and me are goin' to bed. I hope you listen real good this time – we're gonna fuck a lot longer than last night..."

And so they did. I sat there listening to their lovemaking for an hour.

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A Contractor's Unpaid Invoice


My name is James Francis and the following story is true and one that I have found to be continually on my mind sense that fateful early summer day.

I am 42 years old, married to my beautiful wife Jane who is a flight attendant, two college age ********, own a very nice house, two fancy cars and have a great job. I am 5'8" tall, full head of hair, a slim build and am totally straight. I am a salesman for a medium sized national company, but my travel is fairly limited so I can work from home on occasion.

This particular Thursday, I had made all of my sales calls from home by 11:00 AM and had finished an inspection of the renovations that were recently completed on our home. I had some difficult discussions; well you can call them arguments, with the general contractor. In the end, I refused to pay his full price as some of the work was shoddy and some of the work had to be re-done several times. Ultimately, we did not part on good terms and I could never recommend his work to any of my friends. That was unfortunate because Peter, the general contractor, was a close friend of ours as we had had him in our home for barbeques on several occasions.

That day, I had been surfing the internet from my home office computer and was looking at several of my favorite porn sites that I visit when Jane is out of town as she was this particular day on a trip that had taken her to the Far East for two weeks. Our two sons were on summer vacation and were staying with Jane's parents in Texas. So, I had the run of the house and thought that I deserved some alone time. As I was reading a story from a non-consent/reluctance website, I became quite aroused and quickly slid out of my gym shorts and jock strap. I began to stroke my cock as I read the story about a wife who falls prey to contractors and how they made her their sex slave while her husband was out of town. I stripped off my tee shirt and slowly pumped my cock bringing myself to the brink of an orgasm. I decided that it was too early in the day to have an orgasm when I had the rest of the day and evening to myself.

It was sunny outside so I decided to take in some rays in my new black thong bathing suit so that I could maximize exposure to the sun. I then spread sun tan oil over the parts of my body that I could reach and slipped on my Raybans. It was not a particularly hot day, but a day in which I could get a good start on my summer tan. I opened a bottle of corona, sliced a lime and went to our secluded patio just outside our family room. I had a good book and started reading while lying on my stomach. I just could not get into the book as I kept remembering the way the construction crew ravaged the slutty housewife, making her beg for cock and satisfying their every need. I was pretty turned on, my cock was hard again and I felt like taking advantage of the privacy.

I went back into the house, found my secret stash of sex toys and because I was so horny, selected an eight inch black butt plug that I had purchased at one of those adult novelty stores one weekend when Jane was away. I slid my thong down to my knees, lubed the black plug, bent over the sink and then slowly twisted the plug into place. I pulled up my thong to hold the plug firmly in my ass, went to the kitchen, opened my second corona and headed back out to the patio. As I finished my corona, I felt ***** creeping in so I quietly dozed off with my last conscious thought of the wife with a cock in her ass, pussy and mouth.

Suddenly, I was awakened by pressure on my asshole as I was slowly brought to my senses from the sexual and beer induced nap. The pressure on my ass intensified and as I turned to see what was causing the pressure I discovered that it was the contractor, Peter along with four of his employees and he was ******* the plug deeper into my ass with the ball of his foot. I struggled against the pressure from Peter's foot as my arms and legs were grabbed roughly by the men and they were ****** into a spread eagle position face down on my sun mat. As Peter was continued to ***** the plug in and out of my ass with his foot, he told the men to pick up the cum slut and lay her across the teak wood end table. As I was held in place by the rough hands of the workers, I felt rope being wrapped around my waist securing me to the table. When I was completely secured to the table, I felt rope being tied to my elbows and my arms were drawn backwards and the rope was then tied to my knees.

In that position I was strapped down on the table with my ass completely exposed, my black butt plug in and thong still in place, legs and arms tied together with my waist secured to the table. Peter then informed me that he intended to extract payment from me for the remaining amount still owed under the contract. I yelled and cursed at him saying that there was no way I was going to submit to his ****** tactics and that he should just leave before any further laws were broken by him and his thugs. He said, "James, I will give you one more chance to make the payment or I will make your life miserable." I once again yelled at Peter and even spit at him to show my steadfast refusal to comply with his demands.

With that, he ordered Miguel to take the butt plug out of my ass and put it in the cum slut's mouth. I felt my thong being grasped by Miguel's strong hands and it was ripped off of me in one quick motion. Miguel took the flat end of the butt plug and pulled it from my ass with an audible plop. Miguel moved around in front of me, put the plug to my lips and demanded that I open my mouth. I shook my head from side to side and refused to open my mouth, which would have allowed him to ***** plug, covered in my anal juices, down my throat. Right then I felt the sting of a belt swung by Jose across my bare and exposed ass. My ass was on fire, but it continued to absorb the ****** punishment doled out by Jose and his beaded, four inch wide belt. On what I thought was the fifteenth lash, I opened my mouth to scream, which is when Miguel ****** the eight inch black butt plug over my lips and into my throat. Thankfully, Peter instructed Jose to stop the assault on my ass for now.

I could barely breathe as the plug almost completely blocked my air passage way with its circumference and length. While Peter was standing over me, he said that it was a mistake to not agree to pay him and today was a down payment on what was due to him and his company. Peter then looked at Michael and asked him, mouth or ass? Michael said, "Come again?" Peter told them all that James here is going to be our little cum slut from now on and Michael, as you are the newest member of my team, you get first choice as to getting a blow job from this cheap slut or fucking the slut's ass. So, which will it be? Michael appeared to be taken aback by the idea of having sex with a man, so he chose a blow job.

Before they started in on me, Peter told Juan to go out to his truck and get the camera and video recorder as he wanted to record everything we are going to make this slut do to please us today. When Juan returned, Peter handed him a corona that he had taken from my refrigerator just as he had done for Miguel, Jose, Michael and himself. I noticed that there was a sixth corona sitting on the patio in front of me and I soon found out what the purpose of that beer was.

With his camera in hand, Peter instructed me to push the butt plug half way out of my mouth. I refused to do anything that he demanded and I was quickly reminded of my predicament when I felt the sting of Jose's belt once again across my aching ass. I quickly complied with Peter's demand, pushed the plug about half-way out of my mouth and held it there as Peter took several pictures of the plug extending from my mouth. Peter then told Michael to take the plug from the slut's mouth and set it on the ground in front of her.

There was that word again, her. I wondered what he meant by that as he knew I was not gay or feminine at all. Peter took the remaining corona bottle and held it to my mouth instructed me to take a big swig, but I was not to swallow, but to rinse the inside of my mouth so that Michael's cock would not be soiled by the juices from a cum slut's ass. When I completed this task, Peter instructed me to let the beer flow back into the bottle. Peter then took the bottle and without lubrication or preparation, ****** the long neck into my ass that had been stretched by the eight inch black butt plug. I could feel the pressure of the corona top as it massaged my prostate and the cold contents of the bottle emptying into my bowels. At this point, I felt a strange sensation start to creep into my body as the bottle stimulated my prostate and the constant *********** had started to cause my cock to harden.

The whole group began to laugh and call me a slut as the beer leaked down the neck of the bottle into my bowels. With the bottle still securely plugging my ass, Peter instructed Michael to drop his pants and give this slut what he wants and needs. James may not know it now, but after we are done with the cum slut today, she will be our cock slave to be used when ever and however we chose to use her. As Michael unzipped his pants, the men gathered around to watch him assault my mouth. Michael stepped out of his pants and boxers; I was face to cock for the first time in my life. As Michael leaned toward me, the tip of his cock rested against my lips, but I refused to allow him to put his semi-erect cock in my mouth. Right then, I felt Jose's belt wield its terrible pain as he lashed my ass again. I yelped at the pain which gave Michael immediate access to my mouth and he successfully sunk his cock all the way in as I felt his pubic hairs against my nose.

Peter leaned in and told me that I had better not bite Michael's cock while I was sucking him. I tried my best to ***** the cock out of my mouth with my tongue, but Michael kept the pressure up and I could feel his cock beginning to harden completely as he fucked it in out of my throat. After about 5 minutes, I felt Michael's cock harden even more; he ****** his cock all the way to the back of my throat and erupted sending hot jism into my stomach for the first time in my life. As Michael slowly pulled his cock from my mouth, he patted me on the head and told me I was a pretty good first time cock sucker. Peter told Michael to put his cock back up to my mouth and he ordered me to lick the last remnants of his come from the tip of his cock. As I did this, I heard the familiar click of the digital camera as I swirled my tongue around Michael's now semi-erect cock. For some strange reason, having the cock in my mouth and being further degraded by the moment being captured in digital form, I felt my cock getting harder by the moment. I tried to think of baseball or anything to suppress the feeling, but to no avail.

When Peter was satisfied that I had completed my task to take all of Michael's cum, he told Miguel to take the bottle from my ass because as it was Juan's turn to choose between my mouth and ass. Juan chose my ass as he did not want to be sloppy seconds in the cum slut's mouth. Looking down at my exposed ass, Juan blurted out that the cum slut is turned on and reached down and squeezed the head of my hardening cock. Peter then said, "See I told you guys that she was a cum slut and that we would have no problems in having the slut satisfy our needs and demands." I then felt Juan behind me and as I heard his zipper being lowered, I closed my eyes for the expected pain from the first cock to penetrate my ass. In one swift motion, Juan buried his already hard cock completely to the hilt into my ass. His cock was not as long as my butt plug, but it was at least the same girth as I felt my ass being stretched with every thrust Juan made.

As I was concentrating on not allowing Juan to split me in half, I felt a cock being pushed against my lips and without even thinking, I accepted Jose's fully hardened cock. Jose and Juan settled into a rhythmic fucking motion so that whenever Juan's cock buried in my ass, Jose's cock buried down my throat almost causing me gag. After what seemed like an hour, I felt Jose's hands on my head and Juan's hands on my ass when each of their cocks erupted sending hot cum deep inside my bowels and as well as joining Michael's cum in my stomach. Before Juan and Jose removed their cocks, I heard the clicking of Peter's camera once again as he took close ups of the cock in my mouth and the cock in my ass. To get a better shot of the cock in my ass, Peter told Jose to turn the slut's head towards the camera and make him look back towards Juan. In this position, Peter was able to get a picture of the cock in my mouth as well as the cock inserted into my ass.

After Peter was satisfied that he had adequately documented my first anal fuck, he told Jose to untie my arms and knees. He warned me to not attempt to escape or I would feel the wrath of Jose's belt once more. As my arms swung free I was able to shake them to get ***** flowing back into my hands and the feeling was returning. Peter then instructed Jose to man the video recorder and to make sure that he gets plenty of shots of the slut's face and mouth as he begs me to fuck his ass. With that, Peter stepped out of his clothes and I immediately see his fully erect cock which looks to be at least nine inches in length. But, what was more concerning was that the girth was about the size of the barrel portion of the corona bottle.

To my utter shock and dismay, I saw a corona bottle being handed to Peter and it was then slammed into my ass. I felt the cold liquid drain from the bottle filling up my anal passage and emptying deep into my bowels. Peter ****** the bottle deeper into my ass and he asked me if I was ready for him to fuck me. I shook my head no and struggled to close my ass cheeks around the bottle. Peter said that I have a cure for that and ordered Miguel to lie under the table and to take the slut's cock into his mouth. By this time, with the stimulation of the bottle against my prostrate, the beer that I had consumed and now the feeling of a warm mouth around my hardening cock I struggled to keep from moaning out loud. Peter began to twist and turn the bottle in my ass as he slowly fucked it in and out of my ass. Peter kept telling me to just enjoy it because he knew that deep down I was a cock slut and that I should just accept the fact that I needed cock and I wanted to be their cum slut. Miguel's actions on my cock were driving me crazy and I begged him to stop, but Peter told Miguel to squeeze the slut's balls as he was sucking me even as Peter continued to ***** the bottle almost all the way into my ass. All that stimulation was having a terrible effect on my determination to not give in to these men, but without even understanding how or why, I let out an audible moan, which Peter heard.

Peter then said now you are feeling it and you know what I need from my slut. Tell me what you want slut, tell me what you want me to do to you, tell me you are a slut, that you want cock and we will give it to you. He ****** me to take my hands and reach behind to spread my ass checks for him. When I don't comply immediately, I feel a harsh slap across my ass cheeks. Spread your ass checks you cum slut and do it now. I complied with his instructions and was just about to cum when he told Miguel to stop sucking the slut's puny cock. I could not believe that I was on the edge of an orgasm, but now there was no relief for me. I begged Peter to let me cum, but Peter told me that cum sluts have to satisfy their masters before they are allowed to cum. Once again he ordered me to tell him that I was a cum slut and needed cock. Finally, I succumbed to all of the physical and mental stimulation, the constant ***********, the pain in my ass and I begged for Peter to fuck me. Peter said that was not the correct way to beg for anything and I felt the sting of several hard slaps to my already aching ass. I quickly said, "Master please put your hot cock into my ass pussy and fuck me like the slut I am. Please, Master I need your cum deep inside me."

Peter then pulled the bottle out of my ass, replaced it with his nine inch rock hard cock and began to ******** fuck my ass. As he was fucking me, I begged him to fuck me deeper and to please let me feel his hot jism in my ass. At that point, Miguel ****** my lips apart and started fucking my mouth with a cock about the size of Juan's. It was not long before Miguel was readying to cum. Peter told him to shoot his cum all over the cock slut's face and make sure that Juan gets some good shots of the cum on her face. Miguel's cock erupts shooting his hot jism all over my nose, lips, chin and on my eyelids. I can hear the digital camera clicking away as Peter instructed me to lick the cum off of my face. Of course, Juan captured my every tongue lick with that damned camera. About that time, I felt Peter intensify his assault on my ass as he grabbed my hips and ****** his cock deeper than any previous thrust. I then felt his cock erupt deep in my ass and his hairy balls lying next to mine. With all of those stimulations, my cock erupted and my jism splattered down onto the concrete patio.

From this point on, I kind of blacked out, but I feel confident in the realization that I probably was ****** to suck all five cocks as well as take all five cocks in my ass at least two times. It was almost 7:00 PM when I came around and Peter was the only one of my tormentors that remained. I was no longer tied to the table, but I was still draped over it and Peter was sitting in a chair right in front of me. He then said to me, "James you are now my cum slut and you will do as I demand for as long as it takes for you to pay your debt in full. You are going to regret treating me the way you have and for not making full payment to me when I presented you with the correct invoice." With that, he leaned over and ****** a video tape into my mouth, walked behind me, jammed my butt plug back into my ass and patted me on my ass. Before he left, he turned and told me to expect him to call me from time to time. If I do not comply with his demands, then all the people from my address book in both my home computer and blackberry will receive very interesting pictures and videos of a cum slut in service to her master.

I was finally able to drag myself off of the patio and gingerly step into the shower. As the water hit my blistered ass I yelped in pain as I remembered the lashing that I took from Jose's beaded belt. I was able to find some antiseptic cream that Jane had used on the boy's cuts and scrapes. Initially, the cream burned like hell, but in a few minutes I felt it cool my sore ass. I climbed in to bed and drifted off to ***** wondering why my cock was still throbbing.

Last Thursday Peter and his construction crew had paid me a visit and had beaten me, tied me up and raped me repeatedly. During the attack, Peter had taken pictures of what happened and video recorded my reactions to the attack. I had to call in sick on Friday as I was unable to go to work because of the pain inflected by Jose and his belt as well as the rough sex that had been ****** upon my mouth and ass. Jane was in the Far East for a two week trip and training session with her airline employer. I lay around the house all weekend allowing my body to heal, but also reliving the events on Thursday and how they affected me. I could not believe that I had been ****** to service five men and at some point my body relented. As the attacks on my mouth and ass continued, I began to enjoy the ***********, stimulation and ****** sex at the hands of Peter. I had to get that out of my mine though as I was returning to work and had to have clear thoughts.

On Monday, I was able to drag myself out of bed, do my morning processing and gingerly dressed for what was sure to be a long day. As my ass was still very tender from the ***** from Jose's belt, I felt that maybe silk underwear would be a softer fabric to touch the aching skin of my ass. Because Jane and I are basically the same size, I was able to find a nice pair of string black bikini panties to wear. As I pulled them up to cover my ass, I noticed how nice they felt against my skin. I completed dressing in my suit & dress shoes and headed in to the office. I was able to slip into my office without anyone noticing the gingerly way I walked and I gently sat down on my leather chair. My day was going pretty well as I had attended the weekly sales meeting, met with my boss, sat down with a couple of the other sales representatives and had just settled down with my first cup of coffee, when my phone rang.

As I answered, a chill went down my spine as Peter said, "Good morning slut. How is that very tight ass of yours and did you think of me all weekend?" I could not believe that he was calling me at the office. I immediately told him that this was my work line and that he had no reason to call me at work. Peter then said, "Slut, I will call you whenever the urge strikes me. And you know what; you will take my call immediately. If you don't, I have some very special pictures and videos of you that I think your wife as well as your employer would be shocked to see." I told Peter that I figured that I had paid my debt in full based on the number of times that he had made me suck and fuck him as well as his crew. Peter quickly told me, "Slut, you are mine for as long as I say you are mine. When I determine that you no longer suit my needs, I will then tell you that your debt has been paid in full." I then told Peter that I can not live that way and that he should just leave me alone.

Peter then told me, "Slut, check your phone as I have sent you a text message with an attachment. I believe that you will find it very interesting." I picked up my phone and sure enough, I had a text message. When I clicked on the link, I found Peter's note telling me that I was his and that I should be thankful to have such a good master to take care of a cum slut like I was. I then clicked on the attachment and to my horror it was a picture of me that clearly showed me with a cock in my ass and a cock right in front of me as it was shooting cum all over my face. I went back to my office line and asked Peter what his intentions were with that picture.

Peter said, "Slut you are not in a position to question anything I do or say. As my cum slut, you will do whatever I tell you to do whenever I tell you to do it!" For added emphasis, he told me that he was going to forget the whole thing and send out that picture as well as several others to everyone in my phone address book, with the title, "My little cum slut gets what she deserves." I then begged Peter to not do such a thing and that I was sorry for not knowing my place. I told him that I did not want him to send the pictures out and that I would do whatever he said if he agreed to not send them out. Peter then said, "Ok slut, I believe you. Meet me at noon today at Harry's Pub and do not be one second late or you will regret it!"

I had been to Harry's only one time. It was not in a very good section of town and was one of those old rundown strip clubs where the not so young strippers went as their careers came to an end. As I calculated, it would take me 30 minutes to get there so I thought I had better get some work accomplished before I had to leave at around 11:15 AM. I got caught up in making a couple of my sales calls then I was alarmed to discover that it was now 11:30 AM. I thought to myself, oh my god there is no telling what he will do to me if I am late. I rushed out of the office without evening acknowledging my secretary and bolted for the parking garage. I got in my car and I only had 25 minutes to be in Harry's. I drove like an Indy racecar driver and was most fortunate that the traffic was light for this Monday morning and I was able to park my car right at the front of Harry's. I got out of the car and ran inside to find Peter sitting at a table with three rough looking men that I had never seen before.

As I walked up to the table, I heard Peter say to the three men, "Here is my sissy cum slut now. She is right on time, just like I told you guys she would be. Sissy slut, come meet three sub-contractors that you screwed along with me." Then Peter introduced George who was the roofer on our home, Frank whose company provided the new concrete for the foundation to our new family room and Barry who was the paint sub-contractor. I was stunned that Peter was making me meet these men and I said to him, "Peter, why are you doing this to me?" Peter responded, "What did you call me slut?" I quickly replied, "Master, I am sorry, but I did not know I was required to call you Master in public." Peter said that he was going to let it go this time, but never again because I was his slut all the time...

Right then, Christy, an older waitress in Harry's, walked up to the table with a round of beers for Peter and his friends. Peter then asked me, "Do you still ***** that sissy Sex on the beach shooter, you cum slut?" I said yes Master and Peter told Christy to bring the sissy slut two shooters. While I was waiting on my *****s, Peter told me to call the office and tell them that I would not be coming back today as I was on an important sales call. I called Pamela my secretary and told her exactly as I had been instructed and hung up the phone quickly. Right then, Christy arrived with my sex on the beach shots to which Peter said, "Slut, ***** the first one now!" I took the glass from Christy and immediately threw the contents down my throat, and it was very refreshing as my mouth and throat were very dry as I was nervous because I did not know what Peter had in store for me. Peter then told me to take my jacket and tie off as he did not want his slut dressed up like a proper business man. I took my coat off and hung it on the back of a bar stool and then I took off my Hermes tie and put it in the pocket of my coat.

Then Peter said, "Slut, take the second shot, put it all in your mouth, but hold it until I tell you to swallow." I took the shot glass, it was bigger than the first one, and sucked its contents into my mouth. I stood before Peter and the three sub-contractors with my mouth full of the shot, but this one had a bitter taste that I did not remember a sex on the beach shot to taste that way. Peter told me, "Tilt your head back slut, and slowly swallow the ***** while you imagine holding the mouthful of cum that we are about to give you." I did as instructed and handed the glass back to Christy. Peter then grabbed me by the arm and said lets go back to Harry's private room. Christy, George, Frank and Barry followed us closely across the bar floor to the room at the very back of the bar which was just beyond the one pool table and dance stage. The stage was occupied by a woman in her early 40's with her big tits swaying to some country song that I did not know. The men made catcalls to the woman who flashed a toothy smile back to them. As I was looking at her, Peter jerked my arm and said that sissy sluts should not be looking at women.

Frank, following the group, closed the door to the room as he entered. I noticed that there were only a couple of tall bar tables, a small, four legged table with four chairs, a small couch, ottoman and one half moon shaped booth. Peter instructed me to take my clothes off to which I hesitated a little too long and was met with a sharp slap across my face. Stunned, I quickly began unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. Christy took the shirt from me as I kicked off my shoes and took my socks off. Then I started unzipping my pants and suddenly remembered that I had Jane's black string bikini panties on. As I lowered my pants, Peter said, "Hey look at my sissy slut, she is wearing her panties for me today. Slut are those your panties?" I said "No Master, they are Jane's." Peter exclaimed, "A cuckold in waiting I bet. Does Jane know you wear her panties sissy boy?" I said, "Master no she does not and PLEASE DO NOT TELL her!" Right then, I heard the tell tail click of Peter's digital camera as he instructed me to turn around, bend over and look between your legs at me. Snap, another picture for his files documenting my continued ********** to his demands and desires. As I looked at him, Peter told Christy to bring that new shot for my sissy slut to *****.

Christy handed me the third shot glass and as I felt the contents of the ***** flow over my lips, tongue and down my throat, I heard Peter tell his friends, "Boys, my sissy slut will be ready to meet your every demand in just a few minutes. That ***** contains a small liquid version of what we have called Spanish Fly for some time. Only that ***** is a mixture of a sexual stimulant that horse breeders give their reluctant mares when they have been brought to a breeding farm." I tried to cough the ***** back up, but I was not successful and I heard the four men roar in laughter at the thought of me being ****** to ***** a potion to help stimulate my sexual feelings.

I remembered the sour taste of the second shot and suddenly realized that I had been given two doses of the horse stimulant. I could feel my face begin to redden and I felt my cock begin to stir as the potion began working its magic on me. Peter then instructed Christy to take my panties off. As she knelt in front of me, Peter told her to take the worthless slut's cock into your mouth and give her a nice wake up blow job. As my panties were slid down over my ass and to my ankles, Christy's mouth engulfed my rock hard cock. I could feel the back of her throat each time her nose touched the pubic hair above the base of my cock. My cock is not huge, but it is longer than an average cock and my wife Jane has never ever complained about its size. But, Peter continued to degrade me and tell Christy to suck her miserable puny cock. I could feel Christy's hands on my ass pulling me into her as she fucked me with her mouth. Peter then said to me, "Slut, play with your nipples like any cum slut would. Take them between your thumb and index fingers of your hands, twist and pull on them." As I did this, I felt my body begin to get warm all over as the stimulation from Christy's mouth and from the potion I had been made to swallow.

As I drew closer to an orgasm, Christy began pulling the cheeks of my ass apart as she continued her assault on my cock. Christy found the pouty lips of my asshole and she began to slowly insert a finger inside me. At first her finger was slow to move in and out of my ass, but as the pressure from her mouth on my cock intensified, I found myself pushing back against her finger ******* it deeper into my ass. I heard Peter tell his friends, "See I told you she was a good slut. Watch as Christy puts a second finger up her ass." And just as Peter predicted, I felt a second finger being pushed into my ass by Christy. I began to moan and sway as her oral stimulation and the assault in my ass by her fingers was drawing me closer to orgasm. I started talking to Christy and told her to take it deeper as I am almost there, when Peter chimed in, "Yes suck the slut's puny cock, make her cum in that old mouth of yours, but make sure to catch all of the cum as I have plans for it!" I felt my balls tightening and then my cock exploded into Christy's mouth with gobs and gobs of pent up cum escaping from my balls.

When it was apparent that Christy had sucked me completely dry, Peter told Christy to hold the cum in her mouth until he got the cum slut ready for his first payment of the day. "Slut, get down on your knees and bend over that ottoman." As I did this, Peter told Christy to get down between the slut's ass cheeks and spit her miserable cum on the entrance to the ass pussy. I felt the warm sensation of Christy's mouth against my ass and then felt my cum being spit against my ass. I could feel the cum dripping down against my ball sack and leaking to the floor. Peter said to me, 'Slut, look over your shoulder at me." As I did this, I saw that George was now right behind me with his pants around his ankles. He was stroking his cock and gawking at my cum slimed ass as he moved in closer behind me. Peter told me to grab my ass cheeks and spread them for George's cock. I could not control myself and did as I was instructed. As I was looking back at George, I saw the familiar flash from Peter's camera as well as the menacing look on George's face as his cock was standing at attention at a full 9 inches in length and what looked like three inches in girth. I felt the head of the cock at the entrance to my ass and felt my sphincter muscles try to resist the initial penetration efforts of the cock. As I pulled my ass cheeks wider, George was able to ***** the head of his cock past the entrance to my ass pussy as Peter called it and I felt my ass being stretched by his girth. In one final thrust, George was able to ***** his cock all the way into me as I felt his ball slap against mine. I felt my cock begin to stir again and my mind was swimming with thoughts of pleasure as the effects of the potion began anew to stir my desires.

As George's cock continued its assault into my ass, I heard Peter say to Christy, "Get out of those clothes and make the cum slut suck your pussy in return for your blow job. Make sure you give her a full mouth on kiss to let her taste the cum that still is in your mouth." I watched as Christy dropped her shorts and saw that she had on large granny style white cotton panties. I could see that the crotch of the panties was stained with moisture from her cunt and I could smell her musky scent as her hairy pussy drew nearer to my face. Before making me suck her pussy, Christy leaned down to kiss me, I felt her tongue in my mouth and I could taste small traces of my cum on her tongue. When Peter was satisfied that I had taken all of my remaining cum from Christy's mouth, he ordered her to make the cum slut suck her old pussy. Christy grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth up to meet her dripping pussy lips. I could feel the hairs from her pubic mound as she ground her pussy into my face. Her pussy had a very musky aroma, which seemed to cause me to become even more turned on as my cock was pressed against the ottoman from the ***** of George's thrusts into my ass.

I worked my tongue up and down the full length of Christy's over flowing cunt lips. As the ***** from George's thrusts worked his cock deeper into my ass, my tongue and lips were ****** deeper into Christy's cunt. She began to hump her pussy mound against my lips and nose. I felt her pussy hair against my face and I could tell that she was nearing an orgasm, so I sped up my tongue action against her clit in rhythm with George's fucking action into my ass. Christy grabbed my ears and almost yanking them off, pulled my face hard into her pussy as she began to spray me with ejaculated pussy juice as she screamed from her orgasm. Seeing her reaction, George grabbed me by my hips and he started rocking his body roughly into me. While George fucked me, Peter yelled encouragement to me. "Slut, fuck George's cock and take it deeper into your ass. Tell George what you want, Slut." I moaned to George begging him to fuck me harder and to give me his hot cum, but Peter was not satisfied and said, "Turn around cum slut and look directly at George and tell him what you are and what you want him to do you." As I turned around, I looked directly at George and I said, "George, I am a cum slut and please fuck me harder so that you can shoot your hot cum deep inside my ass pussy." That got George going as his tempo immediately got much faster than before and I could hear his balls smacking against my ball sack as he screamed in orgasm. I felt his cock explode deep inside me, which made my cock erupt in orgasm against the leather of the ottoman.

I lay perfectly still as I felt the last of George's thrusts into my ass and the last bit of his cum empty into my bowels. Slowly George removed his cock from my ass, but it was then replaced roughly by Frank's hard cock. Frank was not wasting any time as he jammed the full length of his cock to the hilt inside of my ass. I could not tell the difference between his and George's cock, but the method he was using to fuck me was much rougher and purposeful that the way George had fucked me. But, the end result was that the stimulation I was receiving from Frank's fuck caused my cock to once again get hard against the ottoman. Frank began to slap my ass in the same places that Jose's belt had caused such pain only last Thursday, with the only difference being there were no studs on Frank's hands. The ***** of Frank's blows was twice as hard as those that I remembered from Jose's belt. Without being told by Peter, I began begging Frank to give me his hot cum. I could tell he was getting close as his thrusts had become quicker and deeper. As his cock buried deeper into me, the last slap across my ass causes Frank's cock to erupt inside my canal. Frank's final grunt accompanies his final thrust into my ass as I feel him lay across by hips. I can feel his cock quiver in my ass and then my cock erupts again against the leather of the ottoman as a result of Frank's stimulation against my prostate gland. I feel Frank's cock begin to soften as he pulls it from my ass with an audible plop. My body begins to shake as I feel the effects of the orgasms on my body and brain, which is when I blacked out.

I was awakened by a pounding in my mouth and in my ass. I tried to move, but I found my legs and arms bound to the table I was laid across. I could not tell who owned the cocks that were ******** fucking my mouth and ass, but I could hear Peter in the room telling the owner's of the cocks to fuck my cum slut harder. Give her what she wants so badly, which is to have her mouth and ass filled with the cum of masculine men and to make her an even bigger slut for hot cum! Both men began to aggressively fuck their cocks in and out of my holes, when Peter tells them, "Cum on her so that I can get some good cum shots hitting on her ass and across the cum slut's face." I feel their movements quicken when all of a sudden both cocks are removed from my holes and I feel eruptions on my ass and face. And, of course I see flashes from Peter's camera as he documents my continuing slide into depravation as his cum slut. Barry, whose cock had been in my mouth, wiped his cum on my face while George's cock spewed the last bit of cum onto my ass and back. Peter then tells me, "Cum slut stick your tongue out lick that cum off of your face." As I begin to lick the cum, Peter continues to take pictures of my compliance to his demands and my submissive desires.

As I surveyed the room while still draped across and bound to the table, I notice that Peter is working on a computer at a desk just in front of me. Pretty soon Peter turns around and tells me that I should pay attention to the screen so that you can see exactly what you have been up to for the past three hours. I thought to myself, three hours and then the screen lined up a slideshow that depicted me as the fuck toy for an endless line of men brought into the back room at Harry's bar. I noticed that I was ****** to fuck Peter while strapped to the table I was now bound to, while I was laying on my back with men holding my feet above my shoulders and for a third time with me laying across the ottoman on my stomach with a black cock down my throat. I was mesmerized by the continuing slide show and I tried to count the number of different men that had used my ass and mouth to serve as a cum deposit, but there were simply too many men or too many loads to count. I then felt my cock beginning to betray me once again as the images continuously flashed across the screen in front of me, which meant I was still feeling the effects of the Spanish fly potion.

I looked around the room to find Peter sitting at the booth and noticed that there was a woman with red hair with her face buried in Peter's crotch. I could see him ******* her head up and down on his cock when I was slapped across my ass. I yelped in pain and looked around to see who was now damaging my ass. Peter introduced my new tormentor as Eddie who was pissed off with me because he was responsible for keeping the back room clean for Harry and I had made such a mess of the room. Harry had told Peter that it was Eddie's day off and that he could not pay him to clean up and that Peter would have to pay him. Peter told me that my ass was Eddie's payment and that he was there to collect his fee.

I felt Eddie's rough hands spread my ass cheeks and then I saw his hand reach into his trousers and pull out the biggest cock I had ever seen. The head was in the shape of a big black mushroom and I knew there was no way that he was going to be able to get that black monster inside me. Peter saw my look of fear and said, "Don't worry slut because while you were passed out we were able to stuff a huge cucumber up your ass that was coated with an industrial strength lubricant that Eddie's garage uses when it works on the chassis's of dump trucks. Sure enough, Eddie's cock buried deeply into my ass with almost no effort on my part to guide him inside my ass pussy.

Eddie settled into a very slow and methodical pace as his cock went deeper and deeper inside me. Eddie told me not to worry that the last four inches of his cock were thicker than the first eight, but that Peter tells me that I can take my time in making you take it all. But, he was lying to me as right then I felt his full weight come crashing down on top of me and the full length of his monster cock almost split me in half. He began to roughly fuck my ass and I felt his hands reach up and grab my shoulders while his ball sack swayed against mine with every thrust. I heard Peter call out to say, "Eddie, quit fucking my slut so nicely. She likes it hard and fast, so give it to her!" That sent Eddie into a fucking rage as he pounded me mercilessly and ****** my body harder against the table. My arms and legs bound to the table screamed for relief as the ***** of his thrusts were causing the bindings to dig into my wrists and ankles.

Eddie continued to pound my ass and I began to ***** my ass back to meet his thrusts in the hope that I could relieve the pain in my limbs. Eddie exclaimed, "Peter you are right, the cum slut is fucking me back just like you said she would." With that I heard Eddie's groan as his cock erupted deep inside my ass. Just as quickly, he pulled his cock out of my ass, came around to my head and ****** his cock into my mouth. Eddie told me, "Slut lick my cock and clean all of your ass juice from it. I do not want it to smell like you're cum slut ass." As he ****** more and more of his cock into my mouth I was nearing the outer extremes on my ability to keep from gagging. Peter then told me, "Slut, don't you dare throw up. Suck that big black monster cock. Let Eddie know that you are my slut and that you crave big cocks." I started moaning and moving my head to meet Eddie's thrusts into my mouth. I could feel his cock getting harder and then without warning, he started shooting his hot cum down my throat. As he was almost through cumming, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot the last few drops across my face. Eddie took his cock in his hand and began wiping the remnants of his cum, my ass juice and saliva all over my face.

As Eddie completed my ***********, Peter came to the table and cut away my bindings. He told me to continue lying across the table as he wanted to talk to his slut. Peter pulled a chair up in front of me. Today slut, you have satisfied the invoices for your roofing, painting and concrete contractors. You know that there are several more contractors that you screwed in completing the renovation to yours and Jane's home. You are responsible for making full payment to those companies as well. Or if you don't agree, then I can make Jane arrange for payment of the outstanding invoices. I begged Peter, "Please do not involve Jane in this payment disagreement. I concur that amounts are due, and only disagree with the degree to which you are making me make those payments. I am not a cum slut and neither am feminine. You keep referring to me as a her or she and that is not true."

Peter began again with me, "Slut you are mine for as long as I want you. You will pay whatever amounts I deem appropriate to each of the businesses you screwed over. Different businesses will receive different forms of repayment from my cum slut. Or, you can just tell me to go fuck myself and I will make it my life's work to ruin your career and marriage to the sexy Jane. It is your choice, but make it now." I pleaded with Peter, "Please do not make me do anything more. I have done all that you have asked of me, taken I do not know how many cocks up my ass and down my throat. I do not know how much more degradation I can take. You are making me do things I had never imagined a man could do. Please release me."

Peter then started in on me again by grabbing me by the hair and almost touching my nose with his, "Slut you just do not get it. You are mine. And you know what, I have evidence that you truly are a slut, love cum and take it better than any woman I have seen. So, when I call you my sissy bitch, I mean you are a woman and you are my cum slut. What is it going to be slut, do I make arrangements for your payment to the other businesses or do I ***** Jane to make the payments?" I replied, "No Peter, I do not want you to ***** yourself on Jane and make her take my place. I will do as you demand." Peter responded with a slap across my face and said, "What did you call me slut?" I immediately recognized my mistake and said, "I am sorry Master. I know my place and please accept my apology." To which Peter said, "Slut, if you ever make that mistake again, no matter where we are, I promise you that Jane will suffer terribly. Do you understand?" To which I replied, Yes Master I understand and will not displease you again."

Peter then ordered me off of the table and told me that my day was done. Put your wife's panties back on and get the fuck out of Harry's. I asked, "Where are my clothes Master?" Peter replied, "In your car, now leave." I begged him not to make me leave dressed only in Jane's panties, but he just shook his head and pointed to the door of the back room. I grabbed the panties, slipped them on, steeled my courage and headed out the door. To my utter discomfort, it was now 6:00 PM on Friday night and the place was packed. I got several catcalls and whistles as I headed for the front door. As I reached the door, Christy was waiting there for me. She thanked me for such a good cunt lap and handed my car keys to me. She slapped me hard on the ass while I exited the bar. I climbed into my car and did find my clothes all balled up and tied together with a chain and lock. Damn, I was going to have to drive home in only my wife's black string bikini panties..................

L'odieux chantage


Encore un lundi. De plus, ce matin je me sens en forme, plus exactement l'esprit coquin. Je me sens prête à m'exciter pour un rien. Peut-être des restes de la formation si particulière donnée par Anne-Marie, la semaine passée.
Comme pour me rassurer ou peut-être à la recherche du premier petit plaisir, je m'étudie nue dans le miroir de ma chambre.
Pour mes quarante printemps bien dépassés maintenant, je me trouve encore mieux que pas mal. Je me suis laissée pousser les cheveux qui me tombent sur les épaules et qui me paraissent ainsi encore plus clairs, je tends vraiment vers le blond. Malgré leur volume généreux, mes seins ***t encore fièrement dressés, ils ***t fermes et bien ronds comme de gros melons. Mes bouts arrogants pointent vers le plafond comme tirés par une ficelle invisible. Mes aréoles larges et bien sombres ***t parfaitement rondes, nullement déformées par un quelconque affaissement de la chair qui les supporte.
Je grimace un peu quand mes yeux se portent sur mon ventre qui s'est encore arrondi. De profil, j'ai comme une petite colline qui plonge vers mon bas-ventre. Heureusement mes fesses me remontent le moral. Toujours de profil, leur galbe généreux et ma chute de reins me font un cul du tonnerre. Je n'ai rien à envier à ces filles de pays exotiques aux fessiers souvent rebondis et délicieux. Cependant mon teint pâle rappelle plus celui des anglo-saxons que celui des pays où le soleil est généreux.
Je me retourne pour mieux me voir de dos, mon cul pourrait être un peu large au goût des esprits chagrins. C'est sûrement ce que doivent dire les jalouses et pimbêches qui me jettent parfois des regards noirs selon les circonstances ou plutôt selon ma tenue vestimentaire du moment. Mais il me va, large peut-être un peu trop mais surtout encore tonique et ferme. Pour confirmer cette pensée profonde, je me balance une claque sur la fesse et je constate satisfaite que celle-ci est bien dure. Je ne vois pas cette longue onde de choc synonyme de chair flasque qui vous fait trembler un cul à n'en plus finir. Bon, allez, un peu quand même mais juste ce qu'il faut. Toute fière de moi, je me retourne face au miroir et mon regard s'attarde sur mon sexe.
J'ai horreur de ces sexes épilés et totalement mis à nu ; aussi un triangle bien taillé orne le dessus de ma vulve. Elle par contre, est proprement dégagée. J'y passe un temps fou, je vous assure. J'arrive enfin sur mes jambes que je trouve encore longues et assez musclées pour quelqu'un qui ne pratique pas de sport régulièrement. Il est vrai que depuis peu, j'évite de prendre la voiture pour les courtes distances ou je n'hésite pas à prendre les escaliers plutôt que l'ascenseur. Je me suis dit que ce surplus d'activité physique ne pouvait pas me faire de mal et avec mon boulot finalement cela fait pas mal de marches gravies ou de kilomètres parcourus dans la semaine.
Cette réflexion me rappelle que je dois me préparer pour démarrer ma semaine. Je quitte donc la contemplation de mes jambes mais celles-ci me font penser à mon dernier achat du week-end. Voilà un moment que je vois des filles porter ces leggings noirs et brillants qui donnent l'impression d'être faits de latex ou de cuir. Je trouve ça superbe et assez sexy à la fois. J'ai fini par en acheter un samedi. Bien que la matière donne cet aspect brillant plastifié, le tissu reste fin et souple et surtout très confortable. Ce lundi sera une bonne occasion de l'essayer toute la journée. Je ne peux résister à l'envie de l'enfiler à même le corps. Le côté brillant fait ressortir la moindre aspérité, comme celle formée par un slip, et de plus aujourd'hui, j'ai envie de sentir *** contact sur toute la surface de ma peau.
Revêtue de ce deuxième épiderme, une fois de plus je regarde le résultat dans le miroir. Parfait, le legging met parfaitement en relief mes formes, un peu trop peut-être. La matière est élastique mais plus fine que je ne le pensais une fois étirée : elle a tendance à me rentrer dans la raie des fesses et à mouler un peu trop mon cul. De toute façon j'ai prévu de mettre une tunique rayée grise et mauve par dessus avec un gros ceinturon qui repose sur mes hanches. La tunique n'est pas très longue finalement mais couvre l'essentiel en s'arrêtant une main sous mes fesses. Un passage à la salle de bain pour une brève séance de maquillage me donne l'occasion d'une dernière séance d'observation.
J'explore mon visage à la recherche des premiers signes de décrépitude mais après une étude attentive, je ne vois rien d'alarmant. Bien sûr, de fines pattes d'oie commencent à se creuser à l'extrémité de mes yeux et mes joues s'affaissent peut-être un peu en faisant une marque en prolongement de mes narines mais en tournant la tête et selon la lumière tout cela s'estompe. Assez perdu de temps avec cette contemplation assez narcissique, il faut bien le dire, j'enfile mes escarpins et en route pour l'agence.
Arrivée au boulot, les mâles que je croise ne manquent pas de remarquer ma nouvelle tenue. Comme d'habitude ils se gardent bien de faire une réflexion mais leurs regards soutenus m'indiquent clairement qu'ils la trouvent charmante. Les dames, que j'ai depuis longtemps renoncé à charmer pour mon plus grand désespoir, feignent l'indifférence ou bien me jettent un regard en coin dans lequel se mélangent le mépris, la jalousie et d'autres sentiments peu flatteurs à mon égard.
Je suis depuis une heure à mon bureau quand le boss passe sa tête par l'encadrement de ma porte. *** bureau est juste à côté du mien et souvent, s'il a besoin de quelque chose, je suis la première per***ne sur laquelle il tombe. Là, il m'annonce :
— Je pars visiter deux apparts que des clients veulent mettre en vente pour une évaluation et après je dois refaire visiter une mai*** à un acheteur. Je ne serai certainement pas de retour avant cet après-midi, si on me cherche.
— Très bien, je le signalerai si on me le demande. Je suis là toute la matinée pour de la paperasse. J'ai seulement une visite cet après-midi.


Il disparaît sans un mot de plus, il a l'air d'être en retard. Une heure passe quand mon téléphone ***ne.
— C'est Francis, – le patron encore une fois – je viens de voir que j'ai oublié sur mon bureau le dossier de la mai*** à vendre, du coup je ne connais ni l'adresse ni le nom de l'acheteur. Je me rappelle seulement l'heure du rendez-vous. Pouvez-vous aller dans mon bureau et me donner tout ça.
— Oui, bien sûr, j'y vais.


Mon téléphone à la main, j'entre dans *** bureau et je trouve rapidement un dossier posé sur la table. C'est le bon. Je lui transmets alors les informations qu'il me demande. Il me remercie et raccroche. Je suis sur le point de partir quand *** ordinateur émet un bruit de ***nerie. Cela attire mon attention et mon regard se porte sur l'écran qui est resté allumé. Je vois que c'est un message arrivant dans sa boîte mail restée affichée à l'écran. Inconsciemment, je ne peux m'empêcher de lire le libellé des autres messages empilés sous le dernier arrivant.
Je vois qu'Anne-Marie, sa sœur et ma professeur d'anglais si particulière, (Ndr : voir le récit précédent) lui a envoyé deux e-mails durant le week-end. Les messages contiennent des pièces jointes. Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais une sorte d'instinct me dit que je suis le sujet de ces messages. Bien que cela ne soit pas dans mes habitudes de lire le courrier des autres, je m'empare de la souris pour ouvrir le premier. J'avais bien rai***, on parle de moi !

« Tu avais vu juste Francis, ta Catherine est un sacré numéro qui a comblé tous mes désirs. Comme promis, je te laisse juger par toi même en regardant les photos prises pendant mon dernier 'cours' »
Malgré ma grande ignorance des choses de l'informatique, j'ai appris que les fichiers finissant en JPG ***t des images. Tous les éléments joints portent ce nom. J'ouvre fébrilement la première photo jointe – il y en a au moins une quinzaine d'autres avec. Pas de doute, on me reconnaît bien sur celle-là et elle a bien été prise pendant ma leçon de vendredi passé. Je me vois de profil, couchée sur le dossier du fauteuil, les seins presque à l'air et ma jupe relevée laissant apparaître mon postérieur. Ma figure montre une profonde satisfaction. Je me précipite sur les autres et toutes les scènes de ce fameux vendredi ***t là, même une, prise à mon arrivée certainement, car je suis encore habillée de ma veste.
L'autre message ne contient que le reste des photos sans commentaire avec des poses et des situations de plus en plus osées. La dernière est la plus chaude : je suis assise au pied de la porte fenêtre, les cuisses largement ouvertes, le chemisier ouvert sur ma poitrine dont les mamelons ***t proéminents. Mon visage affiche une image de plaisir et d'extase totale pendant que ma main s'occupe un peu plus bas.
Toutes y ***t, du début à la fin, les scènes de flagellation, à la fenêtre, à ses pieds et le reste rien ne manque.
L'instant de surprise passée, bizarrement je n'ai pas une seconde un sentiment de colère de voir qu'Anne-Marie a diffusé ces images de nos ébats à *** frère. Je suis moi même surprise quand je m'en rends compte et rapidement, je sens que cela m'excite. Je deviens vraiment dingue, me voilà excitée de savoir que mon patron mate des photos de moi à poil et bien plus. Mais je n'y peux rien, je peux seulement le constater et j'ai beau me dire « mais ça va pas bien », rien ne change et je repars du bureau avec des bouffées de chaleur et les seins qui me démangent. Bien sûr auparavant, j'ai tout remis en ordre.
Cette découverte me travaille toute la matinée, mais dans le sens sexuel du terme, c'est à dire qu'elle me met sur des charbons ardents. L'après-midi, le boss est de retour et il passe sans faire plus attention à moi que d'habitude. Cela me démange de voir quelle va être *** attitude devant moi maintenant, aussi je trouve une excuse pour aller le voir dans *** bureau avant de partir à mon rendez-vous. J'entre les bras remplis de paperasse et je lui dis :
— Pardon de vous déranger mais j'aurais aimé vous montrer un truc sur mon dernier dossier de vente car je ne suis pas sûre de bien tout comprendre.
— Bien sûr Catherine, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas ?
— Eh bien, le client a voulu rajouter une clause dans le précontrat et je ne sais pas si c'est bien légal.


Répondant cela, je m'approche en levant les bras pour montrer les dossiers que j'ai dans les mains. Je vois que *** regard plonge vers mon bas-ventre pour ne plus le quitter. Je me rends alors compte que la spirale du cahier que j'ai, entre autres, dans les mains s'est accrochée à ma tunique et l'a tirée vers le haut. Mon bas-ventre, moulé à la perfection par mon legging, est maintenant bien visible. Il n'y aurait pas forcément matière à en faire tout un plat mais là, effectivement, c'est un peu différent. Je ne m'en étais pas rendu compte ce matin mais, de la même façon que le vêtement me moulait un peu trop les fesses, il me détaille de façon incroyable le sexe. Les renflements de ma vulve ***t parfaitement visibles : on discerne tout, comme si j'avais la peau peinte en noir brillant. Il n'en faut pas plus pour faire remonter mon excitation à *** plus haut niveau. En voulant libérer ma tunique de la spirale métallique accrochée, je tire celle-ci un peu plus hors de mon ceinturon et maintenant, elle s'arrête juste au-dessous de mon ventre aussi bien devant que derrière.
Francis a toujours les yeux rivés sur mon intimité ; j'imagine que les images des photos prises par sa sœur doivent défiler dans sa tête à cet instant. Peut-être sous le coup de l'émotion, la chemise contenant un tas de papiers m'échappe et se déverse sur le sol. Les feuilles s'éparpillent de droite et de gauche. Je laisse échapper un juron et je me penche pliée en deux pour ramasser. Quelques secondes après, je me rends compte que le boss ne m'aide pas du tout. Il est trop occupé à mater mon postérieur que je lui colle sous le nez ; pour une fois, j'ai fait ça sans vraiment le vouloir. Je sais très bien à quoi ressemble mon cul gainé de ma nouvelle tenue aussi je ne fais rien pour écourter mon exhibition. Mais même en prenant mon temps, j'arrive au bout des feuilles éparpillées et je suis bien obligée de me redresser.
Pour la suite, on ne peut pas dire que le patron soit d'une grande aide quand je lui présente mon problème. Il bafouille deux ou trois fois « ça devrait aller » et je repars toute excitée et amusée de sa réaction. Jusqu'à présent il s'était toujours montré relativement discret quand j'arborais des tenues sexy au boulot mais là, certainement motivé par le mail d'Anne-Marie, il a eu beaucoup de mal à faire preuve de retenue.
Malheureusement le reste de la semaine s'avère beaucoup moins amusant. Anne-Marie grippée a annulé les cours. Le boss est venu me l'annoncer avec un sourire en coin en me précisant « tous ses cours », bien sûr, j'ai joué celle qui ne comprenait pas l'allusion. Il a même parlé pour deux semaines au moins.
J'en suis là, ce vendredi, à faire ce triste bilan de la semaine qui pourtant s'annonçait bien quand je reçois un mail d'un expéditeur inconnu.

Le nom, pour le moins curieux, me fait froncer les sourcils, « Maitrevoyeur » : voilà bien un nom à la con ! Curieuse j'ouvre le message :
« Je connais tout de tes amusements, regarde les photos jointes dans ce message. Si tu ne veux pas que toute ta liste de contact de ta messagerie soit destinataire de ces photos et de toutes les autres, tu as intérêt à faire ce que je vais te demander dans mes prochains messages. »
Mes sourcils se froncent encore plus quand je visualise les deux photos. Je retrouve deux des images trouvées dans la messagerie du patron, celles d'Anne-Marie. Je suis paralysée sur le moment : qui ? Comment a-t-il eu accès à ces photos ? À moins que ce ne soit mon boss lui-même ? Ou Anne-Marie pour un nouveau jeu pervers ? Je reste tétanisée, je ne sais plus quoi faire. Finalement je décide d'ignorer le message.
Je reste fébrile tout le reste de la matinée, chaque nouvelle arrivée dans ma boîte me fait trembler. Évidement ce que je craignais survient en début d'après midi. « Maitrevoyeur » me contacte de nouveau :
« Je sais que tu es là et que tu as certainement lu mon message, je te donne 30 minutes pour me répondre.

Pour te montrer que j'ai bien les moyens de faire ce que je dis, voici tout ton carnet d'adresse. »
Je suis moins surprise et je reste moins pétrifiée que la première fois sans pour autant savoir quoi faire. Mon cerveau ne pense qu'à trouver un coupable maintenant qu'il me semble illusoire de voir ce maître-chanteur d'opérette lâcher prise. Un collègue serait-il comme moi, tombé sur la messagerie du patron ? Dans tous les cas c'est quelqu'un qui me connaît. Il a aussi toutes les adresses per***nelles que j'ai dans l'ordinateur à l'agence, il les a mises dans *** dernier message. Malgré tout, je choisis de continuer à ignorer ce message toujours dans l'espoir de voir mon maître-chanteur se lasser.
À peine les trente minutes passées que je reçois un nouveau mail de « Maitrevoyeur » :
« Espèce de salope, tu ne me prends pas sérieux, voilà un dernier avertissement avant de passer aux choses sérieuses si tu continues à m'ignorer. »
J'ai à peine fini de lire ses mots qu'un autre message du même auteur arrive, je l'ouvre, je vois qu'il n'y a pas de texte mais qu'une image est jointe. La liste des destinataires est complète et je n'ai nul besoin de tout lire pour voir que c'est mon carnet d'adresse en entier. Il faut dire que j'utilise aussi bien ma messagerie professionnelle pour des messages privés que pour le reste. Mon carnet contient donc des clients et les collègues, amis et membres de ma famille.
Ma main a du mal à aller précisément sur la photo jointe tellement elle tremble. Quand elle apparaît enfin je suis à demi soulagée, c'est la seule image correcte de la collection d'Anne-Marie. Celle que je n'ai d'ailleurs pas vu prendre, où je suis encore toute habillée de ma tenue d'étudiante. La tenue reste malgré tout très subjective. Je me précipite pour répondre cette fois-ci de peur qu'il ne fasse un deuxième envoi beaucoup moins innocent. Je pense aux membres de ma famille et aux amis présents dans cette liste – ma sœur en premier – avec qui j'évite les tenues trop voyantes lors de mes visites. Ils risquent d'être choqués rien qu'avec ça.
« D'accord, que voulez vous de moi ? »
En attendant la réponse j'envoie un message à tous les destinataires sensibles, en les séparant plus ou moins par catégorie. J'explique à la plupart le même scénario : une amie a sa fille étudiante en Angleterre et lors d'une invitation chez elle, comme sa fille était là en vacances, je me suis amusée à essayer sa tenue dont la jupe était trop courte pour moi ; cette amie m'a prise en photo pour rigoler, me l'a envoyée et comme je suis nulle en informatique en voulant lui répondre, j'ai envoyé la photo à tout le monde. Ça devrait marcher, mes compétences informatiques ***t suffisamment désastreuses pour que cela soit crédible.
Nouveaux message de « Maitrevoyeur ».

« T'as enfin compris à qui tu devais obéir. Ne t'amuse plus à me prendre pour un con !

Maintenant tu vas faire ce que je te dis sinon tous tes contacts connaîtront tes jeux pervers de salope. J'ai bien vu que ta liste contient toute sorte de per***nes plus ou moins proche et des amis aussi sûrement.

Je veux que mardi prochain tu viennes à ton boulot avec la robe du lien que j'ai collé dans mon message. »
Je vois en effet une adresse internet sous le texte. Je l'active et je tombe sur un site visiblement spécialisé dans les tenues et la lingerie sexy et coquines. La page s'est ouverte sur une robe de couleur saumon ultra courte à manche longue, tellement courte qu'elle se finit juste sous les fesses. Je vois qu'elle est en viscose, élasthanne et terriblement moulante. Les manches ***t en voile transparent à partir des épaules. C'est affreusement, ou superbement, sexy et suggestif. J'aurais certainement adoré m'en vêtir en certaines circonstances mais, même si mes habitudes vestimentaires ***t loin d'être celles d'une nonne, je me vois mal avec cette robe sur le dos au boulot. J'hésite un peu et je réponds.
« Je n'ai pas de robe comme ça et je ne peux pas mettre ça au travail. Je n'oserai jamais. »
La réponse arrive aussi vite que l'internet le permet.
« Te fous pas de moi, tu peux l'acheter. Ils livrent en 2 jours. Pour le reste tu as intérêt si tu ne veux pas que toute ta famille et les autres te voient le cul à l'air en train de te faire fouetter. Je veux aussi que tu mettes des bas avec, que tu sois à poil dessous et des chaussures à talons aux pieds. »
Comme pour appuyer ses dires une photo est dans ce message. Je l'ouvre mais je me doute de ce que je vais voir. C'est une vue de trois quart arrière, je suis au pied d'Anne-Marie agenouillée le cul vers le ciel dans mon collant déchiré. On voit la badine me frapper les fesses. J'ai le visage tourné vers l'objectif que je ne semble pas voir car j'ai les yeux à demi fermés et j'affiche une mine défaite de plaisir. Je panique totalement à l'idée de voir cette image et les autres parvenir à mes proches, voire aux collègues. Je me précipite pour répondre.
« D'accord je vais le faire. »
Dans la foulée, de peur de ne pas être livrée pour le jour demandé, je passe la commande. D'habitude j'hésite toujours à laisser mes coordonnées bancaires sur des sites inconnus mais là, cela ne m'effleure même pas l'esprit. Il n'y a que deux tailles S et M, je prends M espérant que cela ne soit pas trop petit. Heureusement le prix total n'est pas exorbitant, juste une quarantaine d'euros.
À l'heure de rentrer chez moi, je suis tellement préoccupée que je quitte l'agence sans dire au revoir à per***ne et avec une bonne demi-heure d'avance.
Heureusement pendant le week-end, j'ai la visite de Sabrina et je lui explique ce qui m'arrive. Elle est d'abord très curieuse de voir les photos en question. Ce n'est pas vraiment le type d'aide que j'attends mais je lui promets de faire suivre ici, sur mon adresse per***nelle, celles que j'ai reçues de mon maître-chanteur. *** second commentaire est de me dire :
— Heureusement que ça tombe sur toi qui n'as pas peur de se faire remarquer.
— Oui, c'est peut-être vrai, mais j'aurais quand même aimé que cela tombe sur quelqu'un d'autre, dis-je avec un sourire forcé.


Sabrina semble trouver ça drôle car elle insiste :
— D'autres n'auraient peut-être pas ce type de photo dans leur album. T'es une grosse vicieuse et il faut que tu l'assumes.
— J'aime bien assumer sans que l'on me ***** la main. Je suis surtout énervée de me faire manipuler plus qu'autre chose.
— Je suis sûre qu'au fond de toi, ça t'excite
— La question n'est pas là, au lieu de me taquiner, aide-moi à trouver qui ça peut être.
— Et après, tu feras quoi ?
— Je saurai quoi faire quand j'aurai une idée sur la per***ne. Je verrai bien.


Finalement, elle finit par accepter de réfléchir avec moi. On écarte les principaux suspects, c'est-à-dire Anne-Marie et le patron car on ne voit pas vraiment de rai***s valables. Anne-Marie peut déjà me demander bien pire et le patron suit visiblement mes escapades avec elle de près. On finit par en déduire que c'est quelqu'un qui a accès à mon ordinateur et à celui du patron et, par conséquent, a accès à l'agence ou y travaille. Cela laisse pas mal de monde finalement entre les clients que l'on fait souvent patienter dans les bureaux des uns ou des autres par manque de place, les collègues ou services extérieurs qui passent parfois.
Le petit câlin bien mérité qui suit avec Sabrina lui donne encore l'occasion de faire une réflexion. Elle regarde sa main qu'elle vient de retirer de mon entrejambe alors que l'on commence juste à s'embrasser et me dit avec un sourire victorieux :
— J'avais rai*** ! Ça t'excite ton histoire ! T'as la chatte qui dégouline déjà, espèce de grosse cochonne.
— Arrête de m'emmerder et caresse-moi.


C'est vrai qu'elle à rai*** la garce mais je ne veux pas lui avouer. Maintenant que le moment de panique est passé, que le sentiment de frustration se dissipe un peu, je me rends compte qu'il me reste une profonde excitation de cette histoire. Sabrina va rapidement m'aider à combler ça, et vite parce que je sens qu'elle monte de plus en plus.
Le week-end se passe ainsi, ne me laissant si j'ose dire, que le côté positif des choses. Le lundi me ramène vite à la réalité, à midi je profite d'une visite pour foncer chez moi et vérifier ma boîte aux lettres. Énorme soulagement, un paquet m'attend bien à l'intérieur. Je serai prête demain, j'avais si peur. Je n'ai pas le temps d'essayer cette fameuse robe ce midi mais le soir je me libère le plus tôt possible, impatiente malgré tout de voir de quoi je vais avoir l'air avec ça sur le dos.
La robe dans les mains, je me rends compte que le tissu est terriblement fin. Je me déshabille et j'enfile la chose. Mon dieu ! Ils osent dire que c'est une taille M, même pour un S je trouverais ça serré ! J'ai beau tirer dessus, la robe arrive juste sous mes fesses. Je marche un peu avec et je suis soulagée de voir qu'elle n'a pas l'air de vouloir remonter plus haut. Par contre, dès que je m'accroupis, je me retrouve la robe au milieu du cul.
Ma poitrine aussi est moulée de façon indécente comme le reste de mon corps. Mes bouts apparaissent clairement en tendant le tissu. Comme le disait Sabrina, heureusement que je suis habituée à porter des tenues sexy ou au moins légères. Mais là, c'est vraiment beaucoup plus court que la plus courte de mes jupes, c'est surtout ça qui me gêne le plus. Mais que faire ? Je suis bien obligée de me plier aux volontés de ce salaud pour l'instant. Ceci dit, je ne peux m'empêcher de m'admirer dans le miroir en me tournant et retournant devant... J'arrête, je vais finir par y prendre goût.
J'ai passé une nuit horrible et je me réveille ce mardi avec une triste mine. L'angoisse a pris le pas sur l'excitation finalement ressentie durant le week-end. J'ai un peu désobéi à mon mystérieux « Maitrevoyeur », j'ai quand même enfilé une culotte pour me sentir moins nue. Un shorty pour avoir la sensation d'être couverte même s'il est en dentelle fine et transparente, mais je n'en ai pas d'autre... Pour le reste, j'ai suivi les exigences de mon maître chanteur. J'ai les seins nus sous la robe, des chaussures à talon et des bas autofixants. J'ai essayé d'en choisir qui remontent le plus haut possible et ils me vont jusqu'à l'aine. Bien sûr, le large bandeau en dentelle dépasse largement de la robe.
En chemin la tension monte de plus en plus, je me ******* l'esprit en essayant de deviner ce que va exiger de moi l'infâme « Maitrevoyeur ».
Pour aller au travail, j'ai revêtu un manteau long même si le temps est incroyablement doux pour la sai***. Cela masque ma tenue et me permet d'atteindre mon bureau sans me faire particulièrement remarquer. Je remercie le patron de m'avoir donné l'occasion d'être seule dans mon bureau alors que les collègues ***t plusieurs ou même directement à l'accueil. Il est petit et per***ne n'en avait voulu.

Je m'attends à trouver un mail de mon tyran, mais rien : on est pourtant bien le jour voulu.
Pour essayer de me déstresser, je me plonge dans mon travail. En l'occurrence un long message envoyé par des clients anglais qui, depuis que me suis essayée à parler dans leur langue, ne correspondent avec moi que dans celle de Shakespeare. Je les avais trouvés très sympa tous les deux d'où mon effort. Pour tout dire, madame me faisait des grands sourires qui me semblaient qu'une simple forme de politesse. De plus, ils faisaient souvent des messes basses avec un air complice quand je tournais le dos et j'étais visiblement le sujet de la conversation, ce qui me les avait rendus très sympathiques.
Quand Marc rentre dans mon bureau, je suis donc totalement absorbée par ma traduction, je lève la tête avec un regard interrogateur et il me demande :
— Ce n'est pas toi qui aurais le dossier de M. Joussemont ? Il me semble que tu voulais regarder un truc dedans l'autre jour.
— Oui, tu as rai***, j'ai dû le poser sur les étagères à côté et je voulais te le rendre mais j'ai oublié.


Disant cela je me lève pour vérifier et je me mets à fouiller les rayons de l'étagère en question. Lorsque je tourne la tête pour préciser que je suis sûre que les documents ***t là, je vois que Marc a les yeux exorbités rivés sur le bas de mon dos. À ce moment-là, le souvenir de ma robe me rattrape, me gifle même. Je réalise aussi qu'elle a eu la bonne idée de remonter jusqu'au milieu de mes fesses. Marc a une vue imprenable sur mon cul seulement à moitié couvert, mon shorty n'offrant qu'une très modeste protection. Je tire précipitamment sur ma robe et la descends autant que possible, c'est-à-dire peu. Je trouve enfin ce satané dossier et je le tends à Marc en disant.
— Tiens, voilà, je savais bien qu'il était là.
— Ah merci...

Sa main se tend mais *** regard est en train de glisser sur tout mon corps. Il est tellement ébloui par ma tenue du jour qu'il n'arrive pas à en décoller les yeux. Je place la liasse de papier directement dans sa main pour le faire réagir, ce qu'il fait enfin. Il me lâche un merci et quitte la pièce en tournant toujours la tête dans ma direction. Il manque d'ailleurs de se fracasser sur le battant de la porte.
Je me précipite à l'abri très relatif de mon bureau et je vois que finalement, je n'ai pas ressenti de gêne de m'afficher ainsi. Sur l'instant oui, mais si peu de temps. Maintenant je ressens ces habituels coups de chaleur dans mon bas-ventre depuis que *** regard a fouillé mon corps. Cette réaction me fait peur et je replonge dans mon message pour ne plus y penser, je ne veux pas céder à mon vice dans ces conditions là.
Le temps passe, peut-être une demi-heure, quand on frappe à ma porte restée entrouverte. Une tête passe et je vois celui que l'on appelle « le boutonneux » dans l'agence. En terme plus élogieux, c'est Romain le neveu du patron.
C'est un jeune, étudiant je crois, qui s'occupe des ordinateurs de l'agence et des trucs de ce genre. Comme il y a peu à faire, le boss lui a confié ce boulot qu'il fait à la demande. Il passe de temps en temps pour bricoler ces machines infernales et avoir ainsi un petit revenu. On l'appelle le boutonneux car malgré sa vingtaine d'année, il a encore pas mal d'acné qui lui marque la face. Devant mon visage interrogateur, il m'annonce qu'il vient mettre à jour un je ne sais quoi qui se trouve dans mon bureau. Je dois avoir le regard d'une vache qui regarde passer un train car il me dit :
— C'est le boîtier au fond de la pièce.
— Ah, le truc avec les lumières et les fils de partout, en face de mon bureau ?
— Oui, c'est bien ça.
— Bien, vas-y ! Il faut que je débranche un truc ou quelque chose ?
— Non, non, vous pouvez rester là et continuer, au contraire c'est mieux d'avoir quelqu'un de connecté.
— Parfait, dans ce cas je te laisse faire.


Il pénètre dans la pièce et s'accroupit à côté de l'étrange boîtier et commence à bricoler dessus en y raccordant *** ordinateur portable. De mon côté, je me replonge dans mon texte et dans mon travail. Je ne tarde pas à me sentir observée. Même si mes yeux ***t posés sur mon écran, je vois fréquemment la tête de Romain se tourner dans ma direction. Je comprends vite pourquoi : mon bureau est évidé au centre et il a donc une splendide vue sur le dessous de celui-ci, c'est-à-dire mes jambes. Bien qu'elles soient serrées, il a certainement observé la particularité de ma robe. J'essaye de ne pas y prêter attention mais au bout d'un moment cela me démange trop et je ne résiste plus à la tentation.
Tant pis si c'est sous la pression d'un chantage que je me retrouve dans cette situation, autant y prendre du plaisir. J'écarte légèrement les jambes, la réaction est immédiate. *** regard se fait plus insistant, ce qui me pousse à en faire plus. Mon bureau est suffisamment large pour que je puisse croiser mes jambes en faisant reposer ma cheville droite sur ma jambe gauche. Il a ainsi une vue fantastique sur mon entrejambe. Je n'ai pas besoin de vérifier, je n'ai qu'à voir la tête qu'il fait.
Mon bas-ventre bouillonne maintenant et ma chatte doit être bien humide. Je suis incorrigible, je ne peux m'empêcher de m'en vouloir de céder à la tentation mais le plaisir pris dépasse largement ma culpabilité. Faisant mine d'être sujette à une démangeai*** subite au genou, j'en profite pour reculer ma chaise et écarter largement les jambes. Romain n'en rate pas une miette et admire toute la finesse de la dentelle de mon shorty. Ma robe s'est tellement retroussée que je peux moi-même voir mon entrejambe en gratouillant mon genou. Ne pouvant en rester là, je me lève pour aller chercher des papiers dans la même étagère que tout à l'heure. Je sens que ma robe est au milieu de mes fesses après les diverses gesticulations à mon bureau. Je prends un plaisir pervers à me pencher pour fouiner dans les étages du bas durant quelques minutes. En revenant, je lance à Romain tout en tirant négligemment sur ma robe :
— Alors ça avance ces réparations ?


Romain plonge le nez sur *** fatras de fils et de machine quand je porte mon regard sur lui et marmonne :
— Oui, oui, c'est plus long que prévu.


À mon retour au bureau un message de « Maitrevoyeur » m'attend, ce qui réduit notablement mon excitation du moment.
« J'espère que tu as obéi à tous mes ordres. Que tu as bien mis la robe que je t'ai montrée et que tu es entièrement nue dessous. »
Je réponds tout en étant consciente de mon men***ge :
« Oui, j'ai tout fait comme vous l'avez demandé. »
La réponse arrive très rapidement.
« Bien, je ne vais pas tarder à le savoir. Je veux que tu ailles maintenant dans la vitrine de l'agence et que tu y restes un moment. Tu n'as qu'à ranger les annonces affichées pour t'occuper. Donne-moi ton numéro de portable, je t'enverrai des ordres dessus.

T'as intérêt à bien avoir TOUT fait comme je veux, sinon tu sais ce qui t'attends. »
Me voilà coincée, il va sûrement me demander des trucs qui lui montreront que j'ai une culotte. Je dois l'enlever, je n'ai pas le choix. Le salaud, il faut vraiment que je trouve une solution pour arrêter ce cirque. Heureusement, Romain choisit ce moment-là pour m'annoncer qu'il doit aller chercher quelque chose et quitte la pièce en emportant *** matériel.
Libre, j'en profite pour enlever rapidement ma culotte que je glisse dans un tiroir du bureau. Je donne juste mon numéro de portable ; je ne juge pas utile d'en dire plus car il est évident qu'il constatera probablement de visu la mise en pratique de ses ordres. C'est presque midi, cela va être terrible, il va sûrement y avoir beaucoup de passage dans la rue. Sans parler du fait que je vais devoir traverser toute l'agence pour aller dans la vitrine. Allez, courage ma fille, vas-y !
Je me lève et tire autant que je peux sur ma robe. La sensation d'avoir mon minou à l'air avec ce timbre poste qui recouvre mon corps est horrible mais je suis à moitié surprise de sentir une excitation perverse me tenailler malgré tout. Je n'ose regarder per***ne quand je rentre dans la salle principale qui sert d'accueil et aussi de bureau à trois per***nes habituellement. Je vois que deux collègues ***t là, occupés chacun avec des clients, je sens aussi les regards de tous me suivre. Je me précipite plus que je ne marche vers le panneau mobile placé devant la vitrine, mes seins ballottent dans tous les sens sous le rythme effréné de mon pas.
Arrivée à destination, je fais pivoter rapidement le panneau et stupidement j'ai le sentiment d'être à l'abri quand je me glisse derrière, alors que je suis exposée aux yeux de la rue désormais. Je pose le téléphone que j'avais à la main sur un rebord. Je manipule les pancartes accrochées pour me donner une bonne contenance en tournant le dos à la rue. Mon maître-chanteur est probablement là, quelque part en face dans la rue, dans une voiture ou à une fenêtre peut-être. Les lumières des spots qui éclairent le panneau à annonces m'éblouissent et m'empêchent de voir autre chose que des silhouettes à travers la vitre. Le téléphone ***ne, un message vient d'arriver. Je le lis:
« Débrouille-toi pour montrer ton cul de salope. »
Je me doute qu'il veut que je me donne en spectacle derrière cette vitrine. Je n'ai pas le choix. Obéissante, je me penche pour saisir les annonces au bas du panneau et reste ainsi pliée en deux, le cul en l'air. Je sens ma robe glisser le long de mes fesses, remontant inexorablement pour le plus grand bonheur des passants et de mon tyran. Nouvelle ***nerie du téléphone et nouveau message.
« Écarte plus tes jambes ! »
Je réponds par un message, les mains tremblantes sous les regards de tous ceux qui passent dans la rue, aussi bien à pied qu'en véhicule. J'arrive à les discerner car, malgré moi, je jette des coups d'œil nerveux à travers la vitre.
« D'accord mais après on n'arrête par pitié, svp. »
J'attends un peu, espérant une réponse et elle arrive par un nouveau SMS.
« Ok si tu fais bien ce que je dis. Vraiment très bien, sinon. »
Pressée d'en finir avec ce show immonde que l'on m'impose, je m'exécute. J'écarte ostensiblement les pieds et reprends ma position indécente, le cul en l'air. Bien sûr, la robe que j'avais remise en place remonte aussitôt me découvrant le postérieur. Malgré moi, je ne peux m'empêcher d'imaginer la vue que j'offre ainsi, ma robe s'arrêtant au milieu des fesses, jambes écartées. Ma chatte doit être bien visible pour peu que l'on s'attarde sur le sujet. Ce que ne doivent pas manquer de faire tous ceux qui m'observent.
Nouvelle ***nerie du téléphone :
« Penche-toi plus. »
J'obtempère me penchant aussi bas que possible, jouant avec les annonces placées au pied du panneau. Je garde la position quelques minutes, consciente de la vue que j'offre, la vitrine n'aura jamais eu autant de succès. Puis je décide qu'il y en a assez. Je me redresse, replace ma jupe dans sa position la plus basse et quitte la place. Alors que je me précipite vers mon bureau, mes seins ballottant encore plus qu'à l'aller lors de mon passage, le téléphone ***ne, nouveau SMS :
« Salope, je ne t'ai pas dit de partir. »
Tout en me précipitant dans mon bureau, je réponds.
« Mais vous avez dit qu'après je pouvais arrêter. »
La réponse arrive aussitôt
« Ok, mais la prochaine fois, c'est moi qui dis quand. »
Encore tremblante je m'assois. Je sens bien que, malgré l'énorme stress causé par ce que je viens de faire, une flamme perverse continue à me dévorer le ventre. La main humide que je retire d'entre mes cuisses me le confirme. J'enrage contre moi-même, si encore c'était Anne-Marie qui m'avait demandé de faire ce show. Cette idée qui aurait pu calmer mes ardeurs à l'effet totalement inverse, je me trouve envahie par une bouffée d'excitation à la simple idée qu'Anne-Marie pourrait être le maître de ce jeu vicieux.
C'est midi passé, j'avais prévu un casse-croûte pour éviter d'avoir à sortir mais je n'ai pas faim du tout. Je reste ainsi seule un moment, je passe un coup de téléphone à Sabrina pour lui raconter la matinée et ce que j'ai été obligée de faire. La chose qui l'intéresse le plus est de savoir si j'ai fait suivre les photos que j'ai reçues, incorrigible petit ange.

En début d'après-midi, j'ai droit au retour de Romain qui m'annonce venir finir ses travaux. Comme le matin, il passe plus de temps à regarder sous mon bureau qu'à travailler sur *** ordinateur ou sur l'étrange boîtier où il est raccordé. Je reste bien sagement les jambes serrées d'autant plus que j'ai toujours mon shorty dans le tiroir, n'ayant pas pensé à le remettre. Puis je suis vite rattrapée par l'envie et je me laisse aller à un jeu de jambes qui lui permet de noter qu'il a eu du changement depuis ce matin. *** regard devient si insistant que cela en est presque plus drôle qu'excitant.
Ce jeu dure un petit moment quand le téléphone ***ne une fois de plus, j'ai le plaisir d'entendre une douce voix anglaise :
— Bonjour Catherine, c'est Gloria McLood au téléphone. Je vous appelle pour vous prévenir que nous allons avoir vingt minutes de retard.
— Vingt minutes de retard ?
— Oui, pour la visite de la mai*** que nous n'avons pas pu voir la dernière fois, celle où vous n'aviez pas les bonnes clés. Je vous ai envoyé un mail et vous avez répondu que vous étiez disponible pour cette visite.
— Mais ce n'est pas jeudi ?
— Non Tuesday, mardi (Ndr : en français dans la conversation)
— Oh, mon dieu, j'ai inversé Thursday et Tuesday. Bien, je vais être en retard moi aussi je crois. Je pars immédiatement, nous devrions arriver en même temps finalement.
— Parfait, à tout à l'heure.


J'enfile mon manteau et je pars précipitamment sous le regard désolé de Romain certainement très déçu de voir un spectacle prometteur s'achever si vite. Heureusement cette mai*** est à moins de trente minutes et lorsque j'arrive mes deux anglais préférés, monsieur et madame McLood, sortent juste de leur voiture.
Gloria McLood m'accueille avec un large sourire qui me semble toujours plus accueillant que celui d'une simple bienvenue.
— Bonjour monsieur et madame McLood
— Je vous en prie, appelez-moi Gloria.


Disant cela elle me prend la main et la serre en laissant traîner ses doigts d'une façon que je trouve aussi ambiguë, peut-être la culture anglo-saxonne qui veut ça ?
— Cette fois, j'ai les bonnes clés, nous allons pourvoir visiter la mai***. Je pense qu'elle correspond bien à vos critères.
— Parfait, je vous fais confiance.


*** mari approuve lui aussi à sa façon, c'est-à-dire en restant silencieux et en hochant la tête. Nous venons juste de pénétrer à l'intérieur quand une ***nerie de téléphone se fait entendre, monsieur McLood s'empare de *** appareil. J'attends poliment qu'il en ait fini avant de poursuivre. Après un bref instant, il pose la main sur le combiné et me dit :
— Je vais en avoir pour un moment, il faut que je retourne à la voiture prendre mon ordinateur, j'ai un problème à résoudre pour mon travail. Démarrez la visite sans moi.


Puis il disparaît par la porte me laissant seule avec Gloria qui juge bon de me préciser :
— Ne vous en faites pas, si la mai*** me plaît, elle lui plaira aussi.
— Dans ce cas, allons-y !


Comme pour m'enlever tout doute, elle ajoute en clignant de l'œil et en rigolant :
— C'est moi qui décide et c'est lui qui paye !


Je fais visiter le rez-de-chaussée, Gloria est enchantée par la luminosité des pièces. Cette mai*** a de grandes baies vitrées et le soleil tape fort cet après-midi donnant encore plus de clarté. Je lui propose d'aller visiter l'étage :
— Attention Gloria, l'escalier est en colimaçon très serré et les marches ***t un peu étroites. C'est vraiment, je crois, le seul défaut de cette mai***, même si l'escalier est magnifique.


Je passe devant pour la guider et commence à grimper les marches. L'escalier est vraiment superbe, tout en fer forgé, la rampe est régulièrement décorée par des ornements travaillés. Peut-être trop occupée à l'admirer, ou à cause de mes chaussures à talon, arrivée à mi-chemin je rate une marche. Je me rattrape à la rampe en partie mais cela ne m'empêche pas de m'effondrer, les fesses en arrière, sur Gloria. Mon manteau s'accroche à l'une des décorations, ce qui le retrousse complètement laissant ainsi apparaître mon postérieur à peine recouvert par ce qui me sert de robe. Gloria m'a réceptionnée les mains en avant ; c'est-à-dire qu'elle prend mes fesses à pleine main maintenant. Je suis toujours accrochée à la rampe, ce qui m'empêche de m'écrouler complètement sur elle. À ma grande surprise, elle ne fait aucun effort pour me repousser en avant et m'aider à me remettre sur pied. Je sens seulement deux mains me malaxer le cul sans vergogne. Je me retourne vers elle pour m'excuser de ma maladresse et elle me répond avec un sourire coquin :
— Mais tout le plaisir est pour moi.


Je me redresse enfin, à la ***** des bras, toujours pelotée par les mains avides de Gloria. Afin de me donner bonne contenance, je la remercie pour lui faire croire que j'ai pris ses mains baladeuses pour uniquement de l'aide. Dans l'accident, mon manteau s'est ouvert laissant apparaître toute la splendeur de ma robe. Arrivée au sommet de l'escalier, Gloria l'étudie sans s'en cacher le moins du monde et me dit :
— Très belle robe, vous l'avez mise spécialement pour notre visite ?
— Oui, un peu.


Je n'ai pas su quoi répondre devant un discours aussi direct et c'est la première chose qui m'est venue à l'esprit. La pièce où nous nous trouvons désormais est encore plus lumineuse que les autres car elle est en plein soleil. Gloria jette un coup d'œil panoramique et me dit toujours avec ce sourire pervers aux lèvres :
— Magnifique, je ne sais pas comment vous faites pour supporter votre manteau avec la chaleur qu'il fait dans cette pièce.
— Oui, vous avez rai***, il fait très chaud ici, inutile de mettre le chauffage.


Décidément cette anglaise n'y va pas par quatre chemins et comprenant clairement ce qu'elle attend de moi, je ne résiste pas à l'envie de lui faire ce plaisir. J'ôte mon manteau et l'accroche à une poignée de fenêtre. Sa réaction est immédiate :
— Vous avez vraiment une très belle robe, Catherine, il va falloir me donner l'adresse de la boutique.
— Je l'ai acheté sur le net, je vous donnerai l'adresse.


J'ai un peu de mal à l'imaginer avec cette robe sur le dos car elle est habillée de façon très classique mais il est vrai que *** corps est tout à fait capable de supporter une tenue de ce genre sans être ridicule.

Nous fai***s rapidement le tour de l'étage quand Gloria s'arrête et me demande :
— C'est quoi cette échelle qui monte au plafond ?
— C'est l'accès au grenier, vous voyez, il y a une trappe au plafond.
— J'aimerai bien aller voir, vous passez devant.
— Oui, bien sûr.


Il ne fait aucun doute dans mon esprit qu'elle me demande ça pour profiter un peu plus de ma tenue ; elle a bien dû sentir dans l'escalier que je suis nue dessous. De toute façon, je suis sur des charbons ardents depuis cet incident. Tout mon corps est sous l'emprise d'une profonde excitation depuis qu'elle a montré clairement *** intérêt pour moi aussi bien par le geste que par la parole. Avec la matinée que j'ai passée, il ne m'en faut pas plus. Aussi je n'ai aucun mal à attaquer l'ascension de l'échelle tout en sachant que Gloria sera juste derrière moi le nez dans mes fesses.
Arrivée au plafond, je pousse la trappe qui pivote sur ses charnières. L'échelle stoppe brusquement, arrivée au plancher du grenier. Il n'y a rien où s'accrocher et faciliter la dernière étape pour prendre pied. Je suis obligée d'écarter une jambe pour poser un genou sur le plancher et ainsi pouvoir me mettre debout. Je sens ma robe glisser sur mes fesses et stopper au niveau de ma taille. J'ai maintenant le cul complètement à l'air, une jambe écartée et repliée reposant sur le plancher. Je ne peux pas être plus offerte à *** regard.
Mes deux mains ***t posées sur sol prêtes à me hisser mais Gloria ne résiste pas plus longtemps. Je sens ses doigts glisser sur mon bas-ventre alors que l'autre main s'attaque à une de mes fesses.

Je lâche un cri quand je sens un doigt suivre mes grandes lèvres qui, bien ouvertes, accueillent cette visite avec plaisir. Le doigt se fait plus insidieux et pénètre plus profondément dans mon sexe, joue avec lui ; je ne peux pas résister plus longtemps, je m'affale sur le plancher en gémissant, une jambe toujours reposant sur celui-ci, me forçant à faire un grand écart. Gloria se déchaîne alors en enfonçant *** doigt *********** et exécute un va-et-vient rapide. Je sens aussi sa langue attaquer une lèche sur les parties qu'elle peut atteindre.
Pour faciliter mon plaisir et le sien, je rampe et je pose mon autre genou sur le plancher. Toujours à plat ventre, mes fesses dépassent au-dessus de la trappe, mes jambes largement ouvertes. La tête de Gloria surgit et se jette immédiatement sur mon entrejambe ; sa langue et ses doigts reprennent leur travail. Il n'en faut pas plus pour m'arracher de nouveaux cris de plaisir. Instinctivement je me trémousse, mes seins frottent sur le plancher et me délivrent ainsi une délicieuse caresse qui finit de m'amener à l'extase. Ma jouissance explose rapidement, mon corps se tend et mes cris deviennent plus rauques. Je lâche en quelques secondes toute cette excitation accumulée depuis le début de la journée. Alors que je suis prête à subir le deuxième assaut, Gloria s'étant déjà remise à l'ouvrage, j'entends la voix de monsieur McLood: