As You Wish

As You Wish

"Open your shirt and show me your tits."

"Are you serious?" she gasped. "What if someone sees me?" Her hardening nipples were immediately becoming more prominent through the red, silky material of her button-down blouse. She hadn't wore a bra for this date at the request of her boss, the man driving the car she was currently riding in. She had a defiant look on her face as she looked through the windshield while they drove down the interstate highway, but they both knew she would do it. She always did.

"Aww, come on Mindy. A beautiful rack like that needs to be shared. You should be proud to show them off to the world," he implored encouragingly. "Come on and do it for me, baby. You know how excited I get when I see them." He loved to tease her and to get her to do things like this for him. He also was not kidding about how much he enjoyed seeing her large, round breasts. She was a bit more full-figured than he would normally prefer, but she more than made up for that in her eagerness to please him.

She was so different from his wife, the tennis enthusiast, medical researcher and professor. With Mindy, he could feel so in control and wanted. He knew better than to have an affair with someone in his office, but she made him feel alive in a way he hadn't felt in a very long time.

Mindy's face dissolved from defiance into shy embarrassment as she sighed in resignation and began to unbutton her shirt. She didn't know why she did these things for him, but she also knew it made her terribly excited when she did.
Her sex life had never been better than these past few months when she started fucking her boss. She couldn't believe that a good-looking, educated, successful man like him could be interested in a shy, slightly overweight, younger woman like her. She had only started working as an administrative assistant in the real estate office less than a year ago. She was anxious to get back to work after having her second baby and she wanted to do something different than working at the local grocery store. Early on, she noticed her new boss checking her out whenever she walked by his office so she started wearing more provocative clothes as the weeks went on to see if he would notice. It wasn't long until he made her his personal assistant and things began to slowly evolve between them until now she would do almost anything for him.

Once her shirt was fully unbuttoned, she turned toward her boss, Bill, and opened the silky shirt while shaking her shoulders so her breasts jiggled temptingly in front of his appreciative grin. She loved when he leered hungrily for her body. She wrapped a hand under each of her boobs and squeezed them together suggestively in front of his face as he tried to keep his eyes on the road while watching her tease him. He sped up the car and caught up with a semi-truck driving in the right-hand lane of the interstate. Slowing to match the speed of the truck, he said, "Show them to him." Mindy gave Bill an open-mouthed look of dismay before she giggled and turned toward the trucker and flashed him a view of her ample cleavage. The trucker grinned lasciviously and honked his air horn in appreciation. When Mindy returned the compliment by tweaking her nipples teasingly and then licking one of the hard little nubs protruding from her large breast, the trucker swerved slightly off the road before returning the big rig back into the lane of traffic.

Mindy and Bill laughed uproariously as he sped up the car and they bolted up the road. Without buttoning her shirt, Mindy turned back toward her boss and put her hand between his legs to feel the bulge forming there. She looked at him with twinkling eyes as she unzipped his pants and fished out his growing erection. He smiled as he ran the fingers of his right hand through her soft, dark hair and gently pulled her head toward his lap where she took the head of his cock into her mouth as she massaged his balls with her hand. Bill sighed contentedly. He loved roadhead. They were supposed to take the next exit off the highway but he decided they could double back after she finished doing what she did so well.

Mindy and Bill were just finishing dinner at the truck-stop diner and Bill signaled for the check. Her perfect makeup was still messed up from the blowjob she gave him on the highway. She wanted to fix it in the car before they entered the diner, but he insisted she keep everything just the way it was. "You look so sexy this way, baby," he had implored. Of course, she relented and did it his way. At least he hadn't cum all over her face like he usually enjoyed doing, but it was only because he enjoyed her swallowing his cum almost as much. She couldn't help but feel like the waitress was eyeing her knowingly and judging her as some kind of tramp.

"So, where is the house?" Mindy asked as the waitress rang up the check.

"Just a mile up the road in a relatively new subdivision," Bill answered. "Apparently, the owners went bankrupt within a year of having it built and the bank foreclosed on it. It looks beautiful in the pictures." Bill leaned in close and whispered in her ear just before the waitress got to the table, "You are going to look fabulous naked in the hot tub, but even better bent over the big four-poster bed in the master suite."

Mindy blushed and the waitress gave an amused look saying, "Y'all have a 'wonderful' evening, ya hear?" Bill winked at her as he squeezed Mindy's knee affectionately under the table.

Usually, Bill arranged for their sexual trysts at properties that were for sale. He said it was more fun and exciting to have sex at different places, but Mindy knew he was probably afraid of his wife finding a hotel receipt. From the sound of it, his wife was a real ball-buster that never let him forget that she was the one making all the money that paid for the country club and their expensive lifestyle. Mindy would have felt guiltier about having sex with a married man if she thought she was breaking up a happy marriage – and, of course, if she wasn't married herself.

Mindy loved her husband and she knew he loved her, but it seemed he was never going to grow up. Despite having a decent job as a medical technician at the local hospital and being a good dad for their two kids, she was beyond frustrated with his infatuation with online gaming and his homebrew club. Would he ever grow up? He spent almost every bit of his free time either playing video games or brewing beer with his buddies. He was sweet and kind but it drove her crazy that he couldn't just be a little bit more of a man sometimes. If she waited for him to take charge of their sex life, then she doubted they would have ever had any kids. He was very attentive to her needs in bed and made sure he gave her an orgasm with his tongue before entering her pussy for a quick hump with his smallish cock, but it was kind of boring. He never took charge and gave her a good fucking like she craved, like Bill would do.

In the cock size department, Bill wasn't that much bigger than her husband, but he couldn't have been more different in his approach. He didn't hesitate to tell her he wanted a blowjob or to tell her to masturbate for him as he stroked himself off and came on her face and tits. One evening, after everyone else had left the office, he had her kneel under the desk and give him a blowjob as he conducted a conference call with a contractor. She could tell he was dragging out the call because he was enjoying the situation and didn't end the call until he had cum in her mouth. Her husband may not have been aware of her affair, but he was benefiting anyway by the amount of sex he was getting after she got home from her meetings with the boss.

It was after coming home from one of her evenings with Bill that she finally reached her boiling point. The kids were already in bed and her husband, Todd, was wearing headphones and playing an online video game with his friends. He was drin_king a mug of beer and seemed to be having fun. Mindy came up from behind her husband and nibbled on his earlobe while sliding a hand up his shirt to tweak his nipple. It made her think of earlier that night when Bill had done the same thing to her before he bent her over the kitchen island in some townhouse and fucked her from behind. Bill didn't last too long and she didn't have an orgasm, but it was still a lot of fun and now she was horny as hell. Her husband blew her a kiss and whispered, "Just a minute sweetie. We're in the middle of an epic battle." He went back to his game and she walked off in a huff to get a glass of wine from the kitchen. She used to only dr_ink beer, but now that she was screwing Bill, she was drin_king a lot more wine and really liked it. After a few more glasses of wine, plus the ones she had with Bill, and her husband repeatedly holding up a finger to indicate it would only be a minute more, she had finally had it!

She stood up from her seat on the couch and stripped naked and walked in front of her husband so he couldn't see the television behind her and announced, "You may not be interested in this hot body, boy, but my boss loves it and he's been fucking me like a real man." Then, she turned and stormed off to their bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Apparently, she woke up one of the kids with the door slamming and after her husband quieted them down and got them back to sle_ep, he came into the bedroom with tears in his eyes. She stared at him with fire in her eyes but inside she was beginning to realize that she may have started something she wasn't ready to deal with. Todd was standing by their closed bedroom door and looking at his feet before he finally looked up at his angry wife sitting naked on the bed. "Are you leaving me?" he said in a soft voice.

She had expected fury and outrage from her husband at her big admission of adultery and wasn't prepared for this docile response. She realized this made her even madder, so she just stared back at him. Her husband took this to mean she was contemplating leaving and suddenly the tears started streaming down his cheeks. "Please don't leave me sweetie. Please! I love you so much and I'll do anything to keep you with me. Please tell me what I have to do."

Mindy was shocked but hid her feelings and said, "Maybe you should quit blathering like a chi_ld and take your damn clothes off like I wanted you to do an hour ago!" He quickly stripped off his clothes and Mindy was shocked to see that he was getting an erection. Intrigued by this unexpected development, she decided to push a little more and said, "Now you can come eat this pussy that is full of another man's cum and if you're lucky you can put your little dick in there and see what it feels like to fuck a used pussy."

Amazingly, he did exactly what she demanded and even though he didn't last more than a few strokes after she let him fuck her, it was probably the best sex either of them could remember having in a very long time.

Mindy snapped out of her daydream as she luxuriated in the warmth of the hot tub on the beautiful patio of the mansion that was currently For Sale by the local bank. Bill had just come back with the towels he'd thrown in the trunk of his car but forgot to bring inside when they arrived earlier. "Let's go upstairs and check out that master suite. The staging company put a cedar chest at the foot of the fancy bed and it was made perfectly for what I want to do to you," Bill said with a leering grin. He pulled a bottle of lube from his pocket to show her his intent.

Mindy giggled sexily and climbed out of the hot tub and into the towel her lover was holding for her. She already could imagine her ponytail being pulled back as he slapped her ass and thrust urgently into her tight little asshole. They had recently tried anal sex and she was surprised that after the initial pain dissipated she actually liked it and it eventually became much more pleasurable. Besides, it made her feel even more naughty and wild like the woman she knew Bill wanted her to be.

Later, as she was helping Bill return the house to the pristine state that the next realtor to show the house would expect, Bill pulled her to him by grabbing one of her large tits in one hand while squeezing her plump asscheek with the other. He pulled her hips against his saying, "When you get home I want you to have your husband lick my cum from your ass. You'll do that, won't you?" he asked while roughly squeezing her ass.

"Yes," she gasped breathlessly while grinding her hips against him. She was still horny. He hadn't lasted long enough while fucking her to bring her to orgasm. She was tempted to finger herself to an orgasm right now but that would have to wait until later. The thought of her husband waiting nervously for her return so he could get his creampie reward was enough inspiration to deny herself that pleasure for just a little longer.

"Good," Bill said with satisfaction. Ever since he found out that she told her husband about the affair, he went from being scared to death that everything would be exposed, to feeling even more powerful that he could control this couple's sex life. He couldn't help thinking about someday when her husband would be kneeling naked at their feet as he fucked his wife in front of him and then made the cuckold lick their sex juices off of both of them. If he hadn't already cum twice tonight, he might have been ready to have another go with this sexy little vixen but he needed to get back home. He had an early meeting in the morning anyway.

The next morning, Bill was running late ... again. The owner of the real estate company had warned him to be on time for this meeting with a new client. Although Bill was a very good salesman, he seemed to be his own worst enemy sometimes. He had lost his development company due to a few bad financial decisions that coincided with a market downturn. He never really recovered from the loss of having his own company but was grateful when one of his good friends offered him a job at the real estate company. Bill was known for his deal-making abilities and people liked working with him. However, he would frequently lose his focus and let minor issues slip through the cracks that ended up becoming big issues later. This inattention to detail included being on time for meetings, tee times and dinner reservations with his wife.

"Don't forget that we are meeting the Hendersons at the club for dinner at six tonight honey. Please don't be late," his wife said cheerily.

"I told you I'd be there, so I'll be there. Why does everybody keep harping on me to be on time?" he snapped testily before kissing her on the cheek and storming out the door of their large suburban house.

Bill's wife, Sara, rolled her eyes at her husband's seemingly constant state of aggravation. Why couldn't he just be pleasant occasionally? She thought back to the previous evening when their dau_ghter, Polly, was getting ready to drive back to college after visiting for the weekend.

"Why do you stay with him?" Polly had complained. "He treats you like crap and seems to blame you for being successful after his repeated failures. You would think he'd be proud of you and want to support your success. God knows, you've done everything you can to try and support him through his midlife crisis. It's just so unfair to you, mom," she had exclaimed in exasperation.

Sara defended him to her dau_ghter and explained how he had supported her through medical school and the tough time he had after his business failed, but she knew her dau_ghter was right. He really did need to start treating her better. She felt guilty sometimes that her life seemed to be going along so well while at the same time he couldn't seem to get a break. He had wanted to join the country club, claiming it would give him exposure to more wealthy clients to help build his development company. His sales pitch was that she could play tennis on the excellent country club facilities and have access to their gym, but she was fine playing tennis with her friends at the local YMCA courts and working out at the college gym where she was a part-time professor. She was so busy working as a researcher at a biotechnology company while also teaching at the college that she barely had time for extracurricular activities anyway. She made plenty of money, so when his company failed, she encouraged him to take some time off to figure out what made him happy and to pursue it. This only sent him into more of a funk and he accused of her of thinking he was a failure and couldn't support his family. He tried several jobs before finally getting the offer from their family friend. However, it seemed that every time he got dru_nk or they had any disagreement, no matter how minor, he would fly off into a tirade about her making all the money in the family and he would never measure up. She felt really sorry for him but was getting tired of his self-pity and unprovoked attacks on her. She was running out of excuses to make for him.

Sara was an athlete her whole life and her body still looked pretty good after all of these years. She mused on her recent run-in with some students when she overheard two of her male students refer to her as "Professor Hottie" before they realized she was standing behind them. They apologized profusely but she just smiled and said, "I'm glad somebody still thinks so!" They didn't know she was referring to her husband who never seemed interested in having sex anymore. She always felt like their sex life was pretty good. Sex had tapered off during perimenopause but, until this past year, they still had sex at least once a week or so. She assumed his diminished desire for her was part of his midlife crisis where he was feeling so dejected about his floundering career. Although she felt sorry for him, a girl has got her needs!

A moment later, Bill rushed frantically back into the house. "Can I use your car today? My Audi battery must be dead and won't start. John is going to throw a fit if I'm late for this meeting," he shouted impatiently. "I've already called AAA and they'll be here to take it to the garage later but I really need to get going. I don't have time to get an Uber. Is there any way you can help me out?"

She shook her head wearily. He was obviously going to be late again and, despite being so nasty to her, he still expected her to help him out when he needed it. She got the keys to her BMW SUV from her purse and kissed him on the cheek saying, "I'll give your boss a call and tell him it is all my fault you are late. I'll tell him I wouldn't let you out of bed this morning until I was completely satisfied. You know John's always wanted to get in my pants so that story should work on him."

Bill kissed his wife on the lips and said, "You're the best honey!" and ran out the door.

As Bill was driving frantically to the meeting, it dawned on him that he forgot to grab his extra cell phone that he only used for communicating with Mindy. He had left the burner phone on the charger in his car. He didn't have time to go back and get it but he wasn't worried since the car was locked and he had the keys with him. AAA would just pull his car up on the tow truck so nobody, especially not his wife, would have any reason to find his extra phone.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

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Later that afternoon, Bill got a text from his wife on his main cell phone, the only cell phone she knew about, saying, "Dinner with Hendersons at Club cancelled. See you at home." He shrugged and assumed she decided the hassle of only having one car made it easier to postpone their dinner plans. He'd received a message from the garage earlier saying his car wouldn't be done until the next day. Mindy walked into his office with some papers to sign and he said leeringly, "My dinner plans got cancelled. Want to get out of here early and break in the leather back seats of my wife's new car?"

Mindy slapped his shoulder playfully, telling him he was terrible. "As fun as that sounds, I've got to take the kids to a birthday party for one of the neighbor kids." She stood next to his office chair and placed the papers in front of him on the desk.

He made kissy lips at her and slid his hand up her leg until he found the lace of her panties under her short skirt. She let him run his hand over her panty-covered pussy a few times before kissing her fingertip and putting it on the tip of his nose saying, "You better be careful. You're still in hot water for being late this morning. If you get caught with your hand up my skirt then it might be the last straw for you."

Bill laughed and pulled his hand out from under her skirt and swatted her on the butt. "I'll tell him you came onto me. How am I supposed to work when you keep flashing that cleavage in front of me? I'm only human after all."

She walked out of the room slowly while swishing her hips from side to side to give him a great view of her nice round ass.

When Bill got home that evening, he had a nice bottle of red wine that he bought for dinner and to thank his wife for using her car that day. He was surprised when he entered the house and almost all of the lights were off. Usually Sara had the house well-lit so he assumed she got held up at the university or at her lab. As he walked through the large house toward the kitchen, he noticed that the door to the study was open and there was a fire going in the fireplace. He walked to the study door and saw his wife sitting behind his large oak desk with a tumbler of some dark liquid sitting in front of her. The bottle of 20-year Pappy Van Winkle, one of his most prized possessions, sitting on the edge of the desk let him know what was in the glass. He started to shout his objection when he noticed what she was holding in her hands ....... the burner phone.

"The tow truck driver needed someone to release the parking brake, so I found the extra set of keys to your car and went out to take care of it. I wouldn't have even noticed this if it hadn't chimed while I was in the car. You can imagine my surprise when I picked up a phone I've never seen before and there was a text message saying, 'I don't think my husband liked licking your cum out of my ass but he did it anyway. LOL!'" Sara tapped the phone in her hand as she stared at her husband, waiting for his reaction.

Bill was speechless and was trying to think of what he could say to deny this was his phone when she continued, "Obviously, that got my attention and I wondered whose phone is this and who the hell is texting? Before I could even get out of your car, another text pops up saying, 'Good luck at your meeting this morning. I'm fingering myself and will let you taste me later.'" Mindy did indeed visit him after his morning meeting and slyly let him smell and taste the pussy scent on her finger during a very quick visit to his office. She never mentioned the text, but she would have assumed he already saw it and she was in a hurry to get in and out of his office. Her little tease had given him a slight erection that was quickly deflated when his boss walked in right after her to read him the riot act for being late – although he did think it was awesome that Bill's wife was still so hot for sex and told him what a lucky guy he was.

His wife took a big dr_ink of the whiskey and put it back on the wooden desk before continuing, "You really should use something more original than your birthday for your PIN." Bill was watching his wife and the eerie calm that she was speaking with, but he could tell there was a storm brewing behind those eyes and it would be unleashing soon. "Boy! Wasn't I surprised to see all these love messages between you and someone from your office. It seems this has been going on for quite some time. And, oh my, haven't the two of you been having some FUN! Your little exploits should be in Penthouse magazine! Blowjobs and fucking and anal sex and you've even got her husband in on it somehow! And all this time I've been feeling sorry for you while thinking that you just haven't been in the mood for sex because your poor fragile ego was just too broken to enjoy your wife's body anymore. Well, wasn't I the damn fool! You've got your own little sex doll that will do anything your kinky little mind can imagine. Why the hell didn't I know you liked those things? Why couldn't we try any of those things? But, NO, I will not take any of the blame for your bulls_hit. I'm not going to take any more of you treating me like crap! You just need to get the hell out and I don't ever want to see you again!! Your sh_it is in the garage and you can take whatever your Uber driver will let you put in his car. NOW GET OUT!"

Sara threw the phone and then the glass tumbler at Bill and just missed hitting him in the head with it. He started to say something but decided the best option was to just leave and let her cool down. He walked out of the study and went to the garage where he found his clothes and shaving kit in a big pile on the floor. He called for an Uber on the mobile app of his phone to take him to a local hotel. It looked like he had 10 minutes to get as much of his things into a garbage bag as possible before his ride would arrive. He really wanted to run back into the house and tell his wife how sorry he was, but he just couldn't get himself to face her right now. How could he have fucked everything up so bad?

It took three weeks before Bill could get his wife to respond to his constant phone calls and text messages. He had moved from the nice hotel in town to a small pay-by-the-week motel by the highway on the outskirts of town. He was sitting on the bed, feeling miserable and sending his hundredth text to his wife to apologize for his misdeeds when he was surprised by the ding on his phone indicating he had received a reply to his text.

'You can come to the house and explain yourself tomorrow at 7 PM', said the text from Sara.

Bill was elated but nervously contemplated what "explain yourself" would entail. He decided it didn't matter and he would do anything possible to make amends to his wife. These past three weeks had been a chance to do some real soul-searching and he realized that he had one of the most amazing women in the world and a life that most men would envy. He couldn't understand why he had gone down this dark, meaningless path but he was going to do everything in his power to prove to his wife that he could be the man she loved and wanted.

The following day, he was waiting in his car in the driveway a few minutes before 7 PM. He was wearing a suit and his wife's favorite cologne to make the best impression possible. The palms of his hands were sweaty and his stomach was in knots as he contemplated facing his wife for the first time since being thrown out of the house. At one minute before 7, he got out of his car and walked to the front door. Usually he would just walk in but assumed that he should knock on the door and be invited inside this time. After he knocked, he waited for almost thirty seconds and started to think she wasn't going to answer the door. When the door finally opened, his wife was standing there in a pair of jeans and a button down shirt with a glass of red wine in her hand. She didn't say anything and just stared at him for a moment before turning away from the door and walking back into the house.

Bill followed Sara into the house and closed the door behind him. He wanted to say how nice she looked or how much he appreciated her letting him come over tonight but figured he should just shut up and follow her lead tonight. She sat on the center cushion of the couch in their living room and put her feet up on the coffee table directly in front of the couch. Without saying a word, she pointed to a high-back kitchen chair that she had put on the other side of the coffee table.

Bill swallowed uncomfortably and could see that this wasn't going to be a friendly chat around the kitchen table like he had hoped. He sat in the chair across from his wife and looked at her with his best sad, apologetic eyes. She didn't seem impressed and put her feet on the floor and leaned toward her husband, putting her elbows on her knees, "Let me explain how this is going to go. You've got a very short time to come completely clean with me and to explain why I should let you back in my life after you've hurt me so badly. I want to hear everything you've done and everything you are going to do differently to make this worth my time to try and forgive you and get my life back from the devastation that you've put me through." She glared at him for a moment and then leaned back into the couch cushions and put her feet back up on the coffee table.

Bill knew she had the burner phone so she knew all about the affair with Mindy. Fortunately, this was his first and only affair so he just needed to be honest about what he'd done with his secretary and promise that it was over. He cleared his throat and began telling the story about how Mindy was a new, young assistant in the office and that she seemed really flirty and interested in him. He was flattered that this young, cute woman was showing interest in an old, has-been like him and he made the worse decision of his life by flirting back with her. He even made her his personal assistant so they could be together more often and then one thing led to another. She began wearing really sexy clothes and one day after she caught him staring at her cleavage, she smiled seductively and they kissed. The next thing he knew, she was giving him blowjobs and then they were having sex at different houses that were for sale. He found out that she would do almost anything he asked and he just got totally caught up in the whirlwind of constant sex and attention that she was giving him.

He paused and looked at his wife who was leaning back into the couch with the same impassive expression she had when he started. "So how did her husband become involved in this little affair?" she asked skeptically.

Bill shrugged his shoulders and answered, "Well, she decided to just tell him about it one night and instead of getting mad he told her it was okay with him as long as she wouldn't leave him."

"So, he's her cuckold, right?" Sara asked with raised eyebrows.

Bill was caught off-guard by the question but answered, "Yeah, I guess so."

"He likes to wait for her at home, knowing she is out with another man and then likes to hear all about it later? Maybe even eat her 'creampie'?" Sara exclaimed by making air quotes. Bill was confused by his wife's knowledge of the cuckold lifestyle and had a confused look on his face. Sara raised her eyebrows again and asked, "How do I know all this, you are wondering? Well, Bill, I know more about your little secrets than you may think. I'm the administrator on our computer so I can get into any file on the computer, but you wouldn't know that, would you? You never were very tech savvy," she added as Bill's eyes widened with the knowledge that his wife had been looking in his private folders and internet activities. "I found your stash of pictures that you've been saving in the many different labelled folders. Let me see, there were folders for Cuckold, For_ced Bi, Spanking, Chastity, MMF, Creampie, and so many more. It seems you've been interested in pics with cum dripping on faces but not just women's faces – men's too. Were you hoping it was her husband's face or were you really hoping it was yours? And then I found all of your porn sites. Oh my, you do love that cuckold porn, don't you? But, you also love the spanking and bondage and all kinds of other kinky stuff. It seems you like seeing men being spanked as much as women. I wonder, do you imagine being the one doing the spanking or the one getting spanked?" She had an evil glint in her eye as she stared at her husband. "So, what is it? Obviously, you've never told me about any of this stuff. Is that what you've been wanting from me but too afraid to ask for it? So, instead you figure you'd go out and find some little bimbo to play with instead?"

Bill was squirming in his seat. He couldn't believe she had found all of his porn. She was being so direct and demanding. His head was spinning and his whole body was beginning to perspire. His voice squeaked a little as he finally responded to her pointed questions, "I don't know exactly. I guess I just assumed you wouldn't be interested in any of that and I'm not really sure I would either. I .... I ..... I just don't know what to say." He looked at the floor defeated and embarrassed and felt like he was going to throw up.

Sara waited a moment before continuing their discussion. "You're pathetic. You can't even take responsibility for your own actions in pursuing this young girl and you can't even be honest with what you want." She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees again and said in a sinister tone to her husband, "I told you that I wanted to hear what you are going to do to make this up to me but after hearing you tonight I don't expect you'll be any better at doing that so I'll tell you how it's going to be. You are going to write up a contract that will outline what the rules will be around here, what your duties will be, what the consequences of breaking the rules will be and how you will be expected to treat me. You'll get one shot at this or I'll reject it and you won't be coming back. If I do accept the contract, then the contract will be for one year and if I'm satisfied at the end of the year then we'll go back to being the loving couple I always thought we were before. If for any reason you fail to live up to the contract then I want it in writing that you will leave the marriage and I'll owe you nothing – no alimony, no house, nothing. Am I making myself clear?"

She stared at him as she waited for his response. He finally looked up and shook his head up and down to indicate he understood. Sara said, "Good. Then you can leave now so you can get started on it. I'll expect that contract to be waiting for me on the front doorstep tomorrow morning. If I were you, I'd put forward my best effort." With that, she was finished and stood up, waiting for Bill to leave.

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Bill didn't sle_ep much that night. It took him a long time to get started, but once he got started, he worked on the letter to his wife until the early hours of the morning and then delivered it to his wife's front doorstep before sunrise. This was not an easy decision and the implications were huge, but for the first time in a long time, he was finally being honest with himself and his wife about what he really wanted.

Sara didn't sle_ep too well that night either. She knew this would be a pivotal day in her life and in her marriage. The crushing reality of her husband's infidelity had left her hurt, sad and angry. She wasn't a jealous person, so the fact that he had sex with someone else wasn't really the big issue. Her hurt and anger came from the fact that he lied and deceived her repeatedly for so many months. How would she ever trust him again? The only reason she thought of the contract idea was due to a bookmark on his internet browser to a female domination website where there was a story about a submissive that entered a contract with his wife. She needed something concrete to hold onto that would prove his devotion to their marriage or she would have to figure out a way to move forward without the man that had been her rock for more than half her life.

Sara was pleased to find the envelope waiting on her doorstep when she opened the door first thing in the morning. For once, he was on time! Was this a hopeful sign? She put the envelope on the kitchen table and made herself some coffee and a bowl of fruit before sitting down to open it. She read the letter slowly the first time and then read it again to make sure she comprehended everything contained in it. After she was done, she set the letter down and stared out the window at nothing in particular. She wasn't sure what she expected him to write, but this was going to take a while to fully absorb and grasp the consequences to both of their lives.

Bill woke early and wondered if his wife had read the letter yet. He checked his phone and there were no text messages or calls from her. The letter he spent the night writing was several pages long and he bared his soul regarding his feelings of failure and his acknowledgment of his poor treatment of the woman that had been his friend, partner and love of his life. He knew he'd been selfish and inconsiderate and he was sorry that he couldn't be honest with her about what he felt deep down inside. Nothing he'd done was her fault in any way and he knew he could never take it back, but he desperately wanted to prove to her everyday – and especially for the next year – that he was devoted to her and only to her. He loved her desperately and wanted to spend the rest of his life proving it. However, he also knew that he needed to atone for his sins and since they weren't religious people, he would have to serve his penance at the feet of his goddess.

The contract was broken down into three sections: 1) The Rules; 2) Duties for the Slave; and 3) Punishments. The first rule was that the Goddess could change, delete, add or suspend any rule at any time. The next rule, one of Sara's favorites, was that the Slave would follow all of the Goddess' commands without question or hesitation, no matter how humiliating or degrading. The Slave's slee_ping arrangements would be at the discretion of the Goddess, but he will have no expectation of slee_ping in her bed. The next rule caught her by surprise – The Goddess will be free to take lovers and have a sex life that is of no concern or business of the Slave. There were many other rules but some of the more important rules were that the Slave would be put into chastity and remain in chastity for the duration of the contract or for as long as the Goddess desired; and the Slave would have no expectation of seeing the Goddess naked.

The Duties of the Slave was an equally long list and included tasks like, the Slave will perform any and all daily and weekly chores as directed by the Goddess without needing to be reminded; and the Slave will give the Goddess a full body massage at least weekly; and, the ultimate duty, the Slave will make sure the Goddess is well tended to at all times.

The Punishments were short and sweet. For a minor infraction, the Slave would be spanked or otherwise disciplined as determined by the Goddess at a severity commensurate with the infraction. For a moderate or repeated minor infraction, the Slave should expect more severe punishments with longer durations that might include being grounded to the house with limited privileges, public humil_iation, slee_ping in a cage or similar longer term punishments that would be combined with the punishments for minor infractions. For Serious infractions, the Slave should expect to be banished and the contract terminated.

At the end of the letter, Bill expressed his undying devotion and love for his wife and wanted to prove it by demonstrating that he could do these things for her for an entire year. He would be the best husband he could be and that she was free to handle their relationship as 'normal' or extreme as she desired. While he had always secretly dreamed of being her submissive, he didn't want this to seem like some way for him to fulfill his kinky desires. He was devoted to making her life better and would do whatever it took to be her devoted servant. He closed the letter by expressing his commitment to living this contract to the letter for the next year if she would be so generous as to take him back. He understood that this was a probationary period to earning his right to be her husband again. At the end of the year or any time before then, if she didn't want him back then he would willingly move on and never bother her again.

Sara was a bit overwhelmed by the letter and contract. She had never even contemplated slee_ping with another man. Sure, she fantasized about the hunky jocks at the college or other men she knew when she was alone with her vibrator between her legs. But, those were just fantasies. She also couldn't believe her husband had all of these sexual desires that she never knew anything about. She always thought they had very open communication between them and he could tell her anything, but obviously that was not true. She couldn't imagine herself as some dominatrix or Bill as some house slave. It just seemed really weird. However, she could imagine beating his ass for the pain he put her through and letting him suffer some humil_iation for his inconsiderate actions. She had so much to think about but the possibilities were beginning to appeal to her as she finished her breakfast and got ready for work.

Bill was on pins and needles as he waited for the response from his wife. He was determined to wait patiently so his wife could contact him on her own time. If he was committed to this new lifestyle, then his timeline and desires were no longer relevant. As he sat there thinking about what he wrote in the contract and letter, he began to feel some anxiety. Could he really stay in chastity for that long? What if she really did withhold any sex from him for an entire year? The thought of her having lovers was both exciting and terrifying. She wasn't a jealous person but he was. He knew none of these concerns would mean anything if she decided to cast him out of her life. He would do whatever he could to make her want him again – even if that was no longer as her husband but only as her slave.

Bill realized he had an erection and figured he better masturbate as much as he could now because those days were probably coming to an end. At least he hoped so.

Sara made her husband wait two entire days before she finally texted him. She was pleased that he didn't contact her and wanted him to suffer while he waited for her response. She texted, 'Dinner at Café Normandie at 7. Don't be late.' He immediately texted her back, 'As you wish.' She smiled at his use of their favorite phrase from their favorite movie, "Princess Bride". Now that she knew some of his secrets, his enthusiasm for the phrase was taking on new context. Apparently, he secretly desired to be the farmboy servant of the beautiful princess from the movie. No doubt, he also dreamed of being the dashing knight that ended up taking the princess as his bride, and her virginity, in the end. Well, for the time being, he could forget about the dashing knight part, but he would get his chance to be the farmboy servant for a while.

Sara decided to dress the part for her dinner with her husband that night. She wore her highest heels with a form-fitting black dress that accentuated her cleavage. Her hair was in a tight bun and she wore much more makeup than usual. Her eyes were dark and smoky, her cheekbones were heavily contoured and her lips a bright red. She decided to wear nothing around her neck but chose her most expensive diamond earrings that rarely left the hidden safe in their bedroom. She wanted to send a clear and unambiguous message tonight – "This is what you risk losing. Get ready for a bumpy ride!"

As Sara walked into the restaurant, she was pleased to see that her husband was standing by a table waiting for her. He was also dressed nicely in a dark blue suit and tie. As the maître d' walked her to the table, Bill pulled her chair out for her and kissed her cheek, saying softly, "My God, you look lovely tonight Sara." She smiled but just nodded in return.

After Sara told the waiter which bottle of wine she wanted, Bill reached for his wife's hand but she moved it back and put both of her hands under her chin and her elbows on the table. She gazed at her husband calmly and he couldn't tell if she was happy to see him or getting ready to tell him that their marriage was over. She appeared confident, in control and powerful. He, on the other hand, was on the verge of an anxiety attack as he waited for her to speak.

"That was quite a letter you sent me, boy," Sara said simply. Bill tensed internally. She had never called him 'boy' before and she said it loud enough that someone nearby could probably hear her.

He felt his face flush as he tried to think of a response and murmured quietly, "I hope it was what you were looking for."

"You're going to need to speak up if you expect me to hear you, boy," she responded just a bit louder but still in a conversational tone. The calm appearance of her face never changed.

Bill cleared his throat and said a bit louder, "I hope the letter met with your satisfaction .... Ma'am." Although it was unlikely anyone was paying attention to them, Bill felt like everyone in the room was watching and listening. He could feel the heat radiating from his body and the sweat on his palms and forehead.

Sara's expression remained impassive but she was enjoying watching her husband's discomfort and wasn't ready to make this any easier for him. However, she was surprised at how much she enjoyed hearing him call her Ma'am. "The letter is just words," Sara replied. "The real question is how can I live with someone that I don't know. You have this secret affair where it sounds like you were the dominant but then you send this letter, and of course all of the porn you like, and it sounds like you want to be my submissive slave. How in the world could all of this be going on and I could know nothing about how you feel?"

She let her skepticism dangle in the air like a prosecutor questioning a criminal on the witness stand. Bill was determined to hold her gaze but her eyes seemed to penetrate to his soul. He dropped his eyes to focus on the hands under her chin and said, "I was just too embarrassed to say anything. It was just fantasies." He looked back up and she still had the same unchanging look that seemed to doubt his every word. He added, "But I was serious about everything I put in the letter. I really do want to prove my devotion to you and I know I don't deserve to be treated like your husband yet."

The waiter came back and showed the wine to Sara before opening it, handing her the cork and pouring a bit for her to taste. She smiled at the waiter and said, "It is very good. Please pour me a glass. He is only drin_king water tonight." The waiter nodded and did as he was told and then asked if they were ready to order. Sara ordered the restaurant's specialty, chateaubriand. It was both of their favorite. Then she said to Bill, "And which salad would you like for dinner tonight, my boy?" Bill's embarrassment grew even more intense as he told the waiter he would just have a Caesar salad with chicken. After the waiter left the table, Sara went back to resting her chin on her hands and smiled at her husband saying, "I decided to help you with the ten pounds you're always talking about losing but never do."

Bill tried to smile back and responded, "Thank you."

After an uncomfortable silence, Sara said, "You're right, you don't deserve to be treated as my husband yet. However, I've decided to give you a chance to prove yourself. Don't screw it up."

The rest of dinner was mostly quiet until Sara told Bill he would be driving her home tonight. I've drank too much wine to drive. You can drop me off and then Uber back here to pick up your car. You'll check out of the hotel tomorrow morning and then I'll see you back at my house tomorrow at 5 when I get home from work. And yes, you did hear that right. I said 'my house'. You own nothing, you do nothing, you say nothing without my permission. I expect to hear very little from you for a while. Do you understand?"

Bill nodded his head and responded, "Yes, ma'am."

Sara corrected him, "The proper response from now on will be 'As you wish'. Got it?" Bill nodded his head and gave the proper response when Sara added, "Oh, and make sure that little thing between your legs is locked up before you enter my house. You can give me the key when I get home."

"As you wish, Goddess," Bill responded as his head began swimming with the overstimulation of the intense evening.

During the drive to her house, Sara explained to Bill how things would start when he arrived the next day. "I don't like Slave so you will be known as 'boy' from now on. You can refer to me as Goddess or Ma'am. I like those titles. When we are in mixed company, then you can call me Sara or Darling. We should maintain the appearance of a happily married couple to our friends and family. With respect to where you will sle_ep, you can assume it will not be in my bed for quite some time. When you arrive tomorrow, you can put your things in the spare bedroom. None of your things should be in my bedroom or in our dau_ghter's bedroom. She already thinks you treat me poorly so she won't be surprised to find out you are slee_ping in the other room. I'm still not comfortable with all of this Slave stuff so we'll have to play it by ear. You should keep your opinions to yourself and only speak to me when necessary. I'm still angry and your voice aggravates me. I'll also expect you to give me your work schedule each week and will expect you to be home when you're not at work. If you're going to be late, then you better contact me and get permission first." They pulled up to her house and she finished with, "The last thing for now ... I haven't decided what you will wear in the house. When I come home tomorrow you can be waiting for me naked, except for that chastity thing on your little weenie. I don't want you sitting on my furniture naked so plan to sit on the floor until I figure out how you will be dressed." She looked at him before exiting the car. Usually she would lean over and kiss him but the thought of that right now repulsed her. She was still angry and working some of that out was high on her list of things to do.

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When Sara got home that evening, she parked next to Bill's car in the double garage. The garage opened into the kitchen and standing in the corner of the kitchen was her new house slave. He was completely naked and looked terribly uncomfortable as he stood there looking at her apprehensively. She glanced down at his penis and saw that he wasn't wearing the chastity device and gave him a look that demanded an answer.

"They adult toy store didn't have any chastity cages and the online store couldn't ship it here until tomorrow," he whined in explanation.

Sara dropped her briefcase on the kitchen table and looked at the man quivering before her. "I don't ever want to hear any more excuses from you. Understand? I gave you one simple order and you've already let me down." She looked around the kitchen and saw the pile of his folded clothes sitting next to him. "Give me your belt."

Bill's eyes got wide as he reached down for the pair of pants he just took off and pulled the leather belt from the loops on his pants. He handed the belt to her cautiously and she jerked it from his hands and pointed to the kitchen table, "Bend over! I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

Once he was bent over the table, she took her time taking off her jacket and heels. She undid a few buttons of her shirt to make sure she could swing her arm freely. As a tennis player, she had a strong right arm and intended to use all of her strength to set an example that he would never forget. Right before she swung the first stroke, she wondered if he might just choose to leave after the whipping she intended to give him. She shrugged inwardly and decided that was going to be his choice to make.

Once she was finished whipping his ass with the leather belt, she was breathing heavy and had sweat on her forehead. He had struggled to stay down on the kitchen table but she demanded that he get back into position every time he stood up. Eventually, he was sobbing uncontrollably and just lay there taking the strokes she applied until she was satisfied that she was done. His ass and upper thighs were welted and an angry bright red color with signs of bruising already visible. It was unlikely he would be sitting down for a couple of days. She certainly hoped he would never forget this whipping. She knew she wouldn't.

She dropped the belt on the table next to him and bent over his prone position to say in a soft but stern voice, "Probably not like you fantasized, huh? Let this be lesson number one that I don't expect to make this easy for you. I liked doing that and I plan to do it again every time you don't follow the new house rules." She stood back up and buttoned her shirt. As she stepped away, she said, "Now get up and pour me some wine and then get busy making us dinner."

Bill was still sniffling with tears streaming down his face as he gave her the glass of white bourdeaux and was wondering what he'd got himself into. She was sitting in the easy chair that used to be his and watched him curiously as he shuffled across the room to place the wine on the table next to the chair. Now that the adrenaline was wearing down, she wondered for just a moment if she went too far, but quickly dispelled that thought and knew she was giving him, and herself, exactly what they needed at this moment. She had seen all of the spanking pictures he saved on the computer and his ass didn't look any worse than some of those – of course, it didn't look any better either. She was still conflicted about the entire arrangement but the power and control was returning to her life after being sapped out of her when she found that phone a few weeks ago. She still could feel the anger simmering and knew it was going to take more than a spanking to make it go away.

Later that night, Sara was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea before retiring for the night. She had sent Bill to bed with his dinner and told him she wouldn't be needing his service for the rest of the night. He had his instructions for what she wanted for breakfast and she would be expecting it on the table at 7 AM sharp. He went to his bedroom like a chastised puppy without another word being said. As she contemplated the days ahead, she realized that she needed to have revenge sex. She was a virgin when she married Bill and now that he opened the genie bottle of infidelity, she wanted to see what it was like to be with someone else. The only question was - who?

As Sara ate breakfast, Bill was naked and cleaning the kitchen. She asked him, "So, I forgot to ask, what does your little fuck buddy think about all of this? Was she sad when you told her you couldn't play anymore?"

Bill stopped wiping the counters and said, "No, I fired her a few days after you kicked me out."

"You .. did .. what??" Sara exclaimed. "Doesn't she have young chil_dren?"

Bill began to stammer, "Well, yeah, but I thought you'd want me to get rid of her."

Sara glared at Bill. "Just because you couldn't control that little prick and big ego of yours, you seduce a girl almost half your age and, when it doesn't go well for you, she is the one that loses her job for it. That's typical patriarchal bullshit that I will not tolerate around here anymore." She pushed her breakfast away and stood up from the table while grabbing her jacket to leave. She walked over to her house slave and said, "You will call her this morning and tell her you want her to come back to work and that you will double her pay. Then, you'll call your boss and tell him that you slept with your secretary and then fired her when your wife found out, but now you need to bring her back and will take her pay increase out of your own salary. To keep John from firing you on the spot, tell him that I'll sle_ep with him to close the deal. He's been wanting to get in my pants ever since his divorce and, of all your friends, he is the one I'm most interested in fucking." Sara grabbed her briefcase and walked out the door while Bill stood in the kitchen in shock at what he just heard.

Bill was sitting in his car in front of Mindy's house. He had been sitting there for almost an hour when Mindy finally opened her front door and glared at him with her arms crossed tightly in front of her. He had been trying to call her and text her the entire morning. She wouldn't return his calls so he texted her repeatedly from his car, 'I'm not going to leave until you come out and talk to me.' After Sara left that morning, he knew he better contact Mindy and his boss and make the deal happen or risk another thrashing like he got the night before. He didn't think he could take that again since it still hurt to sit and his backside was a mottled mess of welts and bruises. He was going to do whatever it took to close this deal.

Mindy stormed up the sidewalk toward his car as he rolled down the passenger side window and implored her, "Please Mindy, just get in the car and let me talk to you for 2 minutes. That's all I'm asking for." Her eyes flashed with anger but she opened the door and got in any way.

"You have some nerve coming to my house after the way you treated me," she said with venom. "I had to go beg for my job back at the grocery store. You are such an asshole!"

Bill nodded his head sympathetically and waited for her to vent her anger at him. He realized he was getting this from all the women in his life. "You are absolutely right Mindy. I apologize for everything I've done to you and I want to make it up to you. You were more than just my assistant, you were also my lover and I treated you terribly. When my wife found out about us and threw me out of the house, I thought the only way I could salvage my marriage was to separate from you. I knew I couldn't see you every day and stay away and I assumed my wife wouldn't allow me to continue working with you. I did what was easiest for me and didn't even think how this would hurt you or your family. I'm so, so sorry." He paused and took her hand into his causing her to look up from her lap and into his eyes. "Mindy, I care for you very much and you are excellent at your job. I'm begging you to come back to work for us for double your salary and you can take every other Friday off work to spend a long weekend with your kids. Please say you'll come back."

Mindy looked at him cautiously and said, "Why are you doing this, Bill? I know you and this isn't like you at all. You're not that caring."

Bill nodded his head, accepting the criticism, and said, "Actually, my wife insisted that I hire you back immediately and double your salary. She doesn't blame you for anything. She puts all of this on me and she is right."

Mindy looked surprise. "Your wife? Are you kidding?" Bill shook his head and assured her that it was his wife that demanded he rehire Mindy. She thought about his offer and said, "OK, I'll accept your offer on one condition."

"What's that?" Bill asked.

"I want to meet your wife," Mindy said with a smile.

After Bill closed the deal with Mindy, he drove to his office to talk to his boss, John. He wouldn't be surprised if he was getting ready to be fired, but he knew Sara was right about John having the hots for her. More than once on the golf course, John had commented on how lucky Bill was to have such a hot wife that still loved sex. John had gone for more than a year without sex before he finally divorced his wife. He didn't want to be unfaithful despite his wife's lack of interest in him or their marriage. Bill knew it was his friend's moral outrage that Bill cheated on his wife that would be his biggest risk of being fired.

"John, you got a minute?" Bill asked his friend and boss.

"I've always got time for you buddy," John responded. "You been out closing deals this morning?"

Bill took a seat in front of John's desk and replied, "Well, that's what I'm here to talk about." Bill proceeded to tell his friend about the affair, being kicked out of his house, Sara letting him move back in and her demand that he rehire Mindy.

John leaned back in his chair with a look of shocked disbelief and anger. "You've been doing all of this right under my nose? We could have been sued for wrongful termination. And, she was the best assistant we've had in this office for years. I took your word for it when you told me she was being inappropriate and her work was getting shoddy. What the hell, Bill?" John stood up from his desk, all 6'4" of him, and paced behind his desk as he looked for the right words. "I can't believe you would do this to Sara. You've got a super-hot, smart as hell, cool wife that loves you, and you cheat on her with a girl in your office that you don't give a sh_it about?"

Bill cleared his throat and decided this was the time to start closing this deal. "It wasn't until Sara kicked me out that I understood that myself, John. But, I'm trying to make amends for that now. Here's what Sara has proposed and I completely support her on this. She wants me to double Mindy's previous salary but that will totally come out of my pay and not cost you a cent. As you said, she's the best assistant we've had in years and we need her back." Bill paused before addressing the final part of the offer. "And, it turns out that my wife really has a thing for you. She says she will sle_ep with you if you'll allow Mindy to come back to work here."

John stared at his friend like he had just told him he was an alien from another world. "She said what?" John asked incredulously.

"She said that you were the one guy of all my friends that she has always wanted to fuck. I was as shocked as you are but there it is. I assume she wants some revenge sex and I know you've always wondered what it would be like to screw her so now is your chance." Bill looked at his friend with a stoic expression but his jealousy was broiling inside of him as he offered his wife to his tall, broad-shouldered, handsome boss.

John shook his head in disbelief and finally said, "I'm gonna have to think about this, bro. This is a lot to process. Why don't you take the rest of the day off and I'll give you a call later to discuss it some more." Bill got up and reached for his friend's hand to shake it but John turned and looked out the window of his office. Bill just shrugged as another person was putting him in his place that day.

When Bill got home, there was a package waiting at the front door. By the return address, he knew his new prison had just arrived. He took the package inside and opened it up, taking out the pink plastic chastity cage with the brass lock and key. There were also a handful of plastic ziplocs so the cage could be worn through metal detectors but he knew the device would still be visible in modern airport scanners. He couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be to explain that to airport security! After reading the brief instructions, he readied himself for this unknown torment that he had read and fantasized about for so many years. He wondered if he should have one final wank before putting it on, but decided he probably couldn't get an erection with the way his day was going. He went ahead and put it on and closed his eyes as he heard the lock click shut.

Sara had been distracted all day at work and hoped this evening would be less tense than the previous night. She knew the anger would slowly dissipate, but only if she could figure out how she wanted to rebuild the relationship with her husband. She had to admit that the whipping she had given him was cathartic and released some of the immediate pent-up feelings. However, she saw her husband in a different light now and knew she wanted a different life than she had been living up to this point. His infidelity awakened something in her and she realized she wanted to break out of the rut she had allowed herself to become stuck in. She wouldn't let this take her down. In a way, she had survived a cancer she didn't know she had and, now that it was removed, she was going to come out of this stronger and with a new lease on life.

Sara was surprised as she entered the kitchen from the garage. The smell of something cooking filled the air and soft jazz was playing over the whole house speaker system. Kneeling in the middle of the kitchen, was her naked husband and he was holding a small blue velvet pillow in both of his outstretched hands. She walked over to him and noticed the pink contraption between his legs and saw the silver key on a silver chain lying on the pillow. She lifted the key and chain and saw that the top of the key was in the shape of a heart. She was amused by his presentation but didn't let her amusement show on her face.

"Stand up and let me see it," she demanded. Her husband stood silently in front of her and she flicked the pink plastic cage with her finger so his penis and balls bounced under the weight of the device. Satisfied that it appeared sturdy and secure, she said, "That should do." Her husband stood behind her to help her off with her jacket and then knelt down on one knee and took off each of her shoes. She smiled inwardly thinking, "Now, I could get used to this."

A short while later, her husband served her dinner and when he started to leave the room she stopped him and told him to stand at the side of the table while she ate. At first, she just ate while reading a book and ignoring him. Once she finished eating, he immediately removed the dishes and asked, "Is there anything else I can get you, Goddess?"

"Yes, I'll have a cup of tea in the study and then you can tell me how you did everything I asked today," she responded curtly.

"As you wish, ma'am," he replied submissively and retreated to the kitchen.

When he returned with her tea in the study, he found her sitting in his big leather chair behind the desk with her feet up on the heavy oak top. "So, I'm assuming, for your sake, that you took care of rehiring your former sexretary?" she said, emphasizing the 'sex'.

He took a breath and said, "Well, I did meet with her this morning. As you can imagine, she was quite angry at me."

"Go figure, you get fired for doing every little sexual favor that a man asks and then you have the audacity to get mad at him for doing it," his wife retorted sarcastically.

He waited until she indicated he should continue and said, "She finally agreed to come back under the terms you suggested, but .... she wants to meet you first."

Sara smiled in response and exclaimed, "Is that right? Well, good! I was actually going to suggest the same thing. Why don't we have her and her husband for dinner tomorrow? Tell her that you'll pay for a babysitter."

Bill shifted uncomfortably, "Well, there is one thing." He paused as his wife waited. "John was pretty shocked by the whole thing and he hasn't given me an answer yet. He wanted to think about it some more."

"Did you tell him he could fuck me if he agrees to bring her back?" she demanded.

"Yeah, but you know how he is," Bill whined.

"You mean, a man that honors his vows?" Sara shot back. Bill looked at the floor at his wife's rebuke. "Oh for God's sake, I'll do it myself. Call him on the phone and give it to me," she said in exasperation.

Bill retrieved his phone and handed it to his wife apprehensively. John answered on the third ring and said, "Hey Bill, I was just getting ready to call you."

Sara said cheerily, "Hey good looking, it's Sara."

"Oh, hi Sara. I thought it was Bill calling," John responded with surprise.

"As you heard, Bill is in the doghouse right now and he doesn't have many privileges. Talking on the phone is one of them. He's also lost a lot of other privileges and I was kind of hoping you might be able to fill in and take care of some of those other things he isn't getting done, if you know what I mean," Sara said seductively. She looked at her husband who was standing in front of her with a shocked look on his face. She had never been this forward and openly flirted with any of his friends. He couldn't believe she was telling John about his 'privileges' being taken away like he was some kind of ch_ild, but he knew the shame and embarrassment was only just beginning.

John was taken back by Sara's new aggressive demeanor and wasn't sure how to answer her very obvious offer. "Well, you know I've always adored and respected you Sara. I can't believe he did this to you. I don't blame you for being really pissed off," John offered.

Sara responded, "Yes, he hurt me terribly John. But, he also hurt that young girl working for you by using her and then discarding her for his own selfish reasons. It would mean the world to me if you could find it in your heart to bring her back under the terms Bill mentioned. I swear I'll make it up to you. You won't be disappointed."

John hesitated before asking, "Sara, are you sure about this? You know I'd give my left arm for the chance to be with you but once we do it there won't be any way to take that back."

Sara didn't hesitate at all answering, "I couldn't be more sure about anything in my life John. I've never had sex with anybody except Bill and I can't wait to finally see what great sex feels like." She had never had any complaints about their sex life, but she enjoyed watching her husband's discomfort. She also was genuinely eager to find out what it was like to have sex with another man. Although she was mostly focused on her studies, she did make out with a few guys in high school and college. She never let it go too far because she wasn't looking for a relationship or a one-night stand. She gave one guy a handjob because she was curious to see a penis and wanted to try a new experience. His cock was thicker and longer than her husband's and he was a heavy cummer. However, she knew he would expect more the next time they went out so she never dated him again despite his pleas for another. She was focused on science and her studies and didn't have time for the distraction. But, that was the old Sara and now she was ready to experience more in life than work and study.

"So John, what time will you be picking me up for dinner this Saturday?" Sara asked with a lilt in her voice.

She could hear John's excitement through the phone when he answered, "I'll be at your house at 6:30 and make reservations for Chez Marie at 7."

Sara responded cheerily, "Sounds like a date. I can't wait." Sara hung up the phone and handed it to her husband. "Now you can call your girlfriend and invite her to dinner tomorrow." She got up from the big leather chair and left the study. She needed to go pick out an outfit to wear this Saturday. She felt like a teenager going on her first date!

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The following evening, Mindy and her husband, Tom, arrived right on time. They looked nervous as Bill and Sara opened the door to welcome them. Sara looked ravishing in designer jeans and a low-cut, white top while Bill was dressed like a butler with long-sleeved white shirt, a black velvet vest, black dress pants and a black bowtie. Sara had insisted he go buy the outfit from a local costume shop after telling him she was "tired of seeing you naked with that dangly, little thing flopping all around." Mindy was wearing a cute mid-thigh dress that was intentionally toned down from the sexy outfits she had become accustomed to wearing. She had fretted the night before over what to wear to meet her ex-boyfriend's wife and finally decided to buy a new dress from Target since she was getting a big salary raise. Her husband was wearing his usual blue jeans and a button-down white shirt that she convinced him to wear instead of the usual t-shirt with some comic book character on it.

Sara invited them in and as they entered the kitchen, Tom held up a six-pack of his homebrew beer in one hand and asked if anybody wanted one. Sara responded, "Well, I just opened a really nice bottle of Bordeaux so I'll pass and boy isn't allowed to dri_nk beer."

Tom looked at Bill knowingly and nodding his head asking, "Celiac disease or something like that?"

Bill looked to his wife for an answer, so she supplied it for him. "No, it's nothing health related. He has been a very bad boy and will not be allowed to enjoy nice things for a very long time." She raised an eyebrow, looking at Bill, to see if that was the response he was looking for. Bill said nothing and could feel the humil_iation starting to build.

Sara turned to Mindy and asked, "Would you like some wine dear?" Mindy told her that sounded great and Sara ordered, "Boy, get a glass for Tom's beer and pour Mindy and me a glass of wine. We'll be in the living room."
Bill promptly replied, "As you wish Ma'am," and quickly set off on his task.

As they walked out of the kitchen, she noticed Mindy's look of surprise and smiled, "Yes dear, when grown men act like chil_dren then they will be treated like one in this house." Mindy could tell she was going to like this lady very much.

Bill served everyone dinner and kept their wine and beer glasses full. He wasn't invited to eat with the rest of them so he would sneak in a bite to eat while in the kitchen, but Sara kept him busy most of the night. Mindy was amused by the way Bill's wife treated him like a servant and mentioned several times that she wished her husband Tom was so well trained. Both women started talking about different shortcomings of each of their husbands as if the men weren't even in the room.

"Well, my little Tommy may not have much in the size department but at least he always makes sure I have an orgasm before he has his own," Mindy giggled conspiratorially. "I guess we both know this one isn't what you would call a 'considerate' lover," Mindy laughed while pointing to Bill.

Sara thought about Mindy's statement and said, "I never really thought about it. Tom makes sure you cum every time?" Mindy shook her head 'Yes' and Sara exclaimed, "I just assumed it was me and I shouldn't expect to have an orgasm every time. Mr. Two Minute Drill only makes me cum if I'm already really horny. If I want a reliable orgasm, I have to use my vibrator." Both women laughed as Bill hung his head in shame. Sara added ominously, "If I ever let him near me when I'm naked again, we'll be fixing that little problem. It won't be me that goes away without an orgasm."

Sara didn't usually dri_nk too much but the two glasses of wine were making her tipsy. As they sat in the living room after dinner, she said to Mindy, "Would you like to see how I know boy won't be bothering you at work anymore?"

"Absolutely," Mindy answered curiously.

"Boy, take off your pants," Sara commanded. Bill knew this was probably coming and, despite his embarrassment, he complied without hesitation. Mindy enjoyed watching and thought of the times he had told her to open her shirt or to take off her panties. Her enjoyment was even greater when she saw the pink cage covering his cock. "Come here boy and let her see it," Sara demanded. Bill stood in front of his former lover as his face was turning bright red once again that night. Mindy looked at it closely and didn't touch it until Sara encouraged her to do so. As she pulled and played with the cage, Bill could feel the pre-cum dribble from the head of his penis. His erection had been trapped uncomfortably all night as he endured the erotic humil_iation of his wife and former lover. He always thought this would be fun and exciting but he was already panicking from the confinement and knowledge that this was not going to be a temporary playtime. He wished his cock would quit getting hard every time the women humiliated him.

Mindy saw the dribble of cum and caught it on her fingertip. She turned to her husband sitting next to her on the couch and said, "Stick out your tongue." Her husband looked horrified and just sat there incredulously. "Aww, come on. It's not like you haven't ever tasted it. You told me you loved the taste of his cum. Now, open your mouth for mama," she said in a babytalk voice. Very reluctantly, Tom opened his mouth and let his wife put the drip of cum in his mouth. Mindy turned to Sara and said, "This one likes to be treated like a little baby. He was really sad when my milk dried up recently and he couldn't suckle my nipples and get milk anymore. Weren't you, my little boy?" she cooed to her husband as she reached to feel his cock through his pants. "Oooo, somebody has got a woody. I think he really enjoyed that little taste. Let me see if I can get some more for him." She rubbed the head of Bill's prick with her fingertip through the ribs of the chastity device. Once she had a smear of cum, she rubbed it on her husband's lips.

Sara was getting turned on watching the two men being humiliated and decided to up the ante of the game. "So tell me dear. I know your hubby is your cuckold. I saw the text messages where he would eat Bill's creampies from your pussy .... and your ass." They both looked at Tom who was doing everything he could to quietly blend into the couch and try to avoid any attention. He was already on his fourth beer as he suffered the humil_iation of the two women almost as much as Bill. "What would you think of watching my boy take care of your boy's little woody?"

Mindy's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes!" she nearly shouted.

Sara clapped her hands and said, "Great! Boy, you can refill our wine glasses and then get your ass in here and get busy. I've seen all of your cuckold pictures where the cuckold is sucking off another guy so I know you want to do it as much as we want to watch."

Bill felt his legs tremble as he nodded his head and said softly, "As you wish Ma'am," and took the ladies' glasses before heading to the kitchen.

As Bill walked away, Mindy saw the crisscross of welts and bruises on his ass and looked at Sara wide-eyed. Sara simply smiled and said, "I think we can both agree that he had that coming." The two ladies high-fived each other and then Sara added, "If you catch him so much as sneaking a glimpse of your boobs, then I want you to tell me and I'll make sure he has trouble sitting at work the next day." Mindy was liking this lady more and more as the night went on.

Bill felt weak-kneed as he returned to the living room with the full wine glasses knowing what he was about to do for their entertainment. Tom had reluctantly taken his jeans off at his wife's urging - and the threat that he would be the one giving a blowjob if he didn't - and stood waiting for the spectacle to begin. His erection was gone as the panic and humil_iation overwhelmed him and his penis had shrunk to the size of his thumb. Bill took a deep breath and got on his knees in front of the much younger man. He thought of all the times he had imagined his lover's husband doing this for him after he had fucked her on their bed. He leaned forward and took the little nub between his lips and started doing what he imagined he would like if he were getting sucked by one of the women. It wasn't long before the feelings of Bill's mouth and tongue outweighed the humil_iation and Tom became aroused again. The women started coaching the men and yelling out instructions like, "rub his balls" and "hold his ass" and "grab his hair like he does to me and face fuck him". They both were laughing and the living room had the air of a sporting event that was coming to an exciting end.

"I think he's getting ready to cum," Mindy said as she watched her husband's desperate thrusting into her former lover's mouth. "Cum in his mouth but finish all over his face," she yelled out gleefully. She looked at Sara and said, "Is that what he likes to do to you too?" Sara shook her head 'No' as she found out another thing about her husband that she didn't know. A moment later Tom did exactly as his wife wanted and spurted a load into Bill's mouth before pulling out and finishing all over his face. He kept pumping his cock until every drop had been ejected onto Bill's upturned face. When Tom finally opened his eyes and looked down at the man that had been fucking his wife, he had a strange sense of satisfaction seeing his own cum all over the other man's face. This man that had ordered his wife to do those degrading things to him was now his little bitch – even if only for a moment in time.

Mindy and Tom left a short time later. Sara had insisted on ordering an Uber for them and promised that Bill would drop off their car early tomorrow morning. She also told them that Bill would be babysitting for them every other Friday on Mindy's day off so they could get a night out together. Mindy and Sara hugged tightly and promised that they would get together and do this again sometime soon. Neither of the men could look each other in the eye and cringed at hearing the women's future plans.

As Bill straightened things up before retiring for the evening, Sara walked past him and said, "That was a lovely evening. I hope you're enjoying living out all of your fantasies. Now you can scratch spanking, chastity and cocksucking off of your list. Personally, I'm most excited about Saturday. Then you'll be able to scratch cuckold off that list." She turned and walked off to bed as Bill continued to wash the last few dishes. If he had listened at her door when he went to his bed in the spare bedroom, he would have heard the hum of her vibrator as she enjoyed another reliable and thoroughly enjoyable orgasm.

It was an awkward week in the real estate office. Mindy was back at her desk but her new clothing and demeanor reflected an air of professionalism as she focused her priorities on making sure the owner, John, was satisfied with her work and less on her former boss, Bill. When she did enter Bill's office, the power dynamics were clearly realigned and she didn't even try to hide her contempt from the man she would have done anything for a month ago. After dropping off some documents on Bill's desk one morning, Mindy said teasingly, "By the way, Tom and I had a 'wonderful' time at your house the other night. Well, especially Tom," she added with a giggle. Bill's face turned red but he knew there was nothing he could say. John was also treating him different as Saturday drew closer. He could tell his boss was still pretty upset at him. Although John was mad about Bill's poor decision to have an affair with an office employee, he was really angry about Bill cheating on his lovely wife. They intentionally didn't discuss the impending date night, but John's attitude toward his friend was a bit cold and arrogant.

Bill was sitting at his desk contemplating the past week and his near-term future. He couldn't tell if he was absolutely miserable or if he was just overwhelmed by how fast everything in his life was changing. On the one hand, he was living out the fantasies he had masturbated to for so many years. The spanking Sara had given him was intense and he had cried for the first time since he was a ch_ild. After it was over and he lay in bed that night, he actually felt a bit cathartic, like some of the weight of his misery was released through his tears. He also looked in the mirror each morning to admire the mosaic of colors that were the aftermath of his wife's fury. He could never have imagined his wife giving him such a fierce spanking and he was kind of proud of his marks – they were like trophies. He couldn't help but marvel at the power she was showing this past week. Even though it had only been a few days, he was also developing a love-hate relationship with the chastity cage. He loved that he was suffering for his wife, but the inconvenience of sitting to pee and the uncomfortable confinement of his constant erections was driving him crazy. He had no idea how long she would make him wear it and that only added to the feelings of sub_mission. Sub_mission. That was his goal. He was trying his best to surrender himself to his wife's control. For so long he had tried to be the one that was always in control and now, for the first time in his life, he was going to have to submit or lose everything he loved. He also couldn't believe how much the humil_iation of his situation was playing into his descent into sub_mission. He used to love reading stories where the cuckold was humiliated but the reality of hearing your wife actually say those things was a whole other story! Was she really dissatisfied with their sex life? And what about Mindy? What did she mean by 'inconsiderate' lover? She always seemed like she enjoyed it. Maybe he really wasn't the great lover he assumed and they had all been letting him think so. Maybe he was better off in this chastity device after all where he couldn't disappoint anybody ever again.

He was startled out of his musing when the phone on his desk rang. The caller ID showed that it was his wife calling. He snatched it up quickly. "Hello Ma'am, is everything okay?" he asked worriedly. His wife didn't call him at work very often. She usually just texted him if she needed him to pick something up on his way home.
"Everything is just fine. How is your day going, boy?" Sara replied sweetly.

Bill knew his wife was usually very busy during the day and wasn't likely to be calling to chat so he answered cautiously, "Um, just fine, I guess."

"You guess? It doesn't sound like you're doing just fine," she suggested. He was surprised by her casual, relaxed tone. This wasn't like her when she was at work. Whenever he called her during the workday, she was always friendly but wanted to get to the point quickly so she could get back to work.

"No, really, I'm doing fine," he said a bit more convincingly.

Sara softened her voice and said sexily, "I was just sitting here in my office and thinking about this Saturday. Are you as excited about Saturday night as I am?" she cooed.

Bill swallowed and took a breath before responding quietly, "Yes, I'm incredibly excited for you."

Sara smiled and continued, "Are you excited that your big friend is going to take your wife and put his cock in her pussy? The pussy that has only felt you. The pussy you may never get to feel again?" Bill was trembling as his wife spoke in his ear and he couldn't form the words to respond, so all she could hear was his ragged breath through the phone line. She continued, "Do you think his cock will be as big as he is? I sure do hope so. I've always fantasized about a great big cock filling up my pussy." She paused a moment and then said in a soft but demanding tone, "Now, why don't you go down the hallway and give the phone to John and wait at his desk until I'm done talking to him?"

Bill responded, "As you wish," as he rose from his desk. He felt like a wooden robot as he walked past Mindy's desk and down the hallway to John's office where he knocked on the door and waited for his boss to respond, "Come in."

Bill held out the phone as he approached John's desk and said, "It's Sara. She'd like to talk to you."

John had a questioning and concerned look on his face as he took the phone from Bill. "Hello? Sara, is everything alright?"

Sara answered in the same sexy voice she had just been talking to her husband and responded, "Everything is just fine handsome. I was just sitting here thinking about how excited I am for our date this Saturday."

John laughed and said, "Well, you could have called me on my phone to tell me that. I thought maybe somebody had just died by the way your husband looks." Sara laughed too and imagined how Bill must look as he stood watching his friend talk to his wife. The wife that would soon be his friend's lover.

"I just wanted to see if you'd do me a favor and pick out whatever lingerie you'd like me to wear Saturday night and send Bill to buy it and have it gift-wrapped? I'll put it on my dresser to look at until Saturday evening when I unwrap the present and get dressed for our date. It will be a surprise for me that we'll get to share later when you get to unwrap me!" A moment later, John heard a ding indicating a new email and Sara said, "I sent you the website for my favorite lingerie shop. Bill knows my sizes. See you on Saturday!" Sara hung up and John stared at the cell phone in shocked amusement for a moment.

"That wife of yours is incredible," John said as he handed the phone back to Bill. "I still can't believe you did this to her but I'm glad you did. Come back in a half hour. I have an errand for you to run." Bill walked back to his office in a stupor. Mindy asked if everything was alright and he just nodded and closed the door to his office as he went to sit down.

John arrived a bit early on Saturday evening to pickup Sara for their dinner date. He was always a bit early. He had been an officer in the Marine Corps and believed "If you're on time, you're late." He and Bill had known each other since high school and he was a groomsman in Bill and Sara's wedding. He liked Sara from the first time he met her and used to kid Bill about "What does a smart, gorgeous woman like that see in you?" However, he always thought they were a great couple and was envious of their relationship. His wife had suffered from mental illness and they were on a constant roller coaster of highs and lows until she finally checked out from their marriage all together. She refused to get any help so he finally ended the relationship despite feeling he was breaking the "for better or for worse" part of the vow.

Sara yelled down from upstairs, "Boy, let my date in and see if he wants anything to dr_ink while I finish getting dressed. I just need to finish putting on my makeup and I'll be down in five minutes."

Bill dreaded opening the door for his friend while wearing the butler's uniform, but he stiffened his back and grabbed the doorknob to let the man that would be fucking his wife into the house. When John saw his friend's outfit, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and say, "You've got to be kidding me! That is priceless buddy. Should I call you Jeeves?"

Bill wasn't amused but kept his feelings to himself and said, "Won't you please come in? Sara will be down in a few minutes. Can I get you anything to dri_nk while you wait?"

John felt his friend's discomfort and humil_iation but had no pity for the situation he put himself into. At this point, he was totally on Team Sara and now that he saw where things stood inside this house, he decided to play along. "Yeah, I could go for a *****. Do you have any of that Pappy left?"

Bill flinched but said nothing. John knew that was the prize in his whiskey collection. He wondered if there would be any left when Sara finally allowed him to have a dri_nk again. Bill nodded his head and said, "As you wish." He immediately regretted saying that since this was his phrase for Sara but he figured it didn't matter anyway. They would be sharing more than a phrase before this night was over.

John was sitting in the overstuffed leather chair that was usually Bill's favorite place and sipping the fine Kentucky bourbon when Sara entered the living room. She looked radiant in her high heels and stunning cobalt blue dress and jacket. Her earrings sparkled with diamonds and the she wore the silver necklace with silver heart-shaped key around her neck. John jumped up from the chair and his appreciation for the beautiful woman that stood before was obvious. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his back and raised her head for a kiss which he readily gave her. Bill assumed the passionate kiss she was giving his friend was for his benefit and he would have been assuming correctly.

Once they broke the kiss, John said, "Wow Sara! You look incredible!"

She grinned seductively and said, "Wait until you see what I'm wearing underneath. Are you ready to go?"

"I was just enjoying this fine bourbon that Jeeves poured for me and I couldn't be more ready!" he answered excitedly.

"Jeeves? He didn't tell you that his name is boy around here?" Sara exclaimed.

John rolled his eyes and said, "Oh man, I can't wait to hear all about this."

Sara raised the key hanging from the chain around her neck and said, "I'll tell you about this on the way to the restaurant." She gave Bill a condescending look and asked teasingly, "Aren't you going to tell us to have a good time tonight?" She laughed and slipped her arm through John's and they made their way out the front door.

John and Sara were old friends so dinner conversation came easy to them and they jumped from topic to topic and shared many memories. They discussed the difficult final years of John's marriage and his regret at never getting to be a fa_ther. "So, have you been dating much? Have you met anyone special yet?" Sara asked.

John shook his head and said, "Sadly, I haven't. It seems the only women I meet are recovering from a bitter divorce and don't really like men much or they've got a drin_king and/or dr_ug problem and they're wondering why they're so lonely." He smiled and reached across the table to take her hand into his, "None of them are put together like you Sara. You're magnificent!"

Sara squeezed his hand and said, "You're so sweet and such a smooth talker. I'm sure every one of those women couldn't wait to get a tall, handsome man like you into their bed, whether they still liked men or not."

He sighed, "I admit that I did succumb to a few of their advances. In the end, it's just hard for me to have a one-night stand. If I know it's not going anywhere then I'd rather move on. I'd feel like I was using them. Know what I mean?"

Sara looked at him with admiration, "You have always been such a gentleman, John. One more thing I love about you." She squeezed both of his hands with her own.

John held her gaze and leaned in just a bit. "Which brings us to the elephant in the room," he said in his deep, cowboy-gravelly voice. "You know I adore you Sara and I would never do anything to hurt you. I understand that Bill hurt you and he deserves whatever it is you want to do to him. If you want, I will play along and act like we had the times of our lives tonight and he will forever believe that you got your revenge on him. We don't have to have anything but dinner tonight and I'll be your very willing accomplice."

Sara pursed her lips and leaned even closer to John, "I'm starting to think you don't want me, mister."

John chuckled and said, "Oh you don't have to worry about that, my dear. I don't know that I've ever wanted anything more. I just want you to know that you can say 'Stop' anytime you want and you won't hear a complaint from me. I'm all in for whatever it is you want to do tonight."

Sara sat up straighter and said, "Good! Then I think you should call for the check while I go freshen up in the ladies' room. And if you were getting ready to ask me, 'Your place or mine?', then the answer is most definitely, 'Your place.' I don't want anything or anyone interrupting this night."

As John closed the door to his house and turned, Sara threw her arms around him and pulled his head down so she could kiss him. Sara wasn't a short woman but John was still more than half a foot taller than her. She pushed him back against the door and pressed her lips urgently against his as she mashed her body against his muscular frame. He returned her urgent kisses and could feel the sexual tension from the past couple of hours building into a frenzy. He peeled the cobalt blue jacket from her shoulders, and she ran her fingers through his hair before reaching for the buttons of his shirt.

John caught her wrist and said, "Wait, not here. I want to unwrap my present and see what surprise you've got for me." Sara giggled gleefully and let him take her by the hand as they nearly ran to his bedroom.

John had let Sara undress him first. He couldn't help but feel a bit pleased when she gasped at the size of his cock when she lowered his underwear. He had to admit that it wasn't the first time a woman had this reaction, but those other women weren't Sara. Once he was naked, he sat on the edge of the king-sized bed to watch her undress for him. She turned so he could unzip her dress and then made a few teasing shimmy and shakes as she slid the dress down and off her body with her back to him. She left her high heels on. When she turned back around, he could see the lingerie he had ordered from the website but it looked so much sexier on the body of this lovely, luscious woman. The outline of her nipples and her pubic mound were barely visible through the sheer blue and pink satin material. The panties rode high on her athletic hips and plunged in a V toward her pubic area where a pink bow was placed right in the middle of the fabric over her most sensitive pleasure center. The bra also had bows on the spaghetti straps attached to each of the cups covering here C-cup breasts and there was a pink bow right between those luscious mounds of delicate femininity. John had fantasized about removing each of these items from this woman he had desired for so long and now his time was near.

Sara enjoyed watching his lustful gaze as he enjoyed the sight of her body. She could feel the tingle in her loins and her body ached for his touch. She moved to him and put a knee on the bed on either side of his legs so she was seated on his knees facing him. He pulled her strongly to him and kissed the nape of her neck as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She could feel his manhood stirring against the thin fabric that covered her pussy. He pulled the straps down from her shoulders and with a snap of his fingers the bra fell from her chest, exposing the hard nubs of her nipples to his lips. He took each of them into his mouth, gently at first and then with more urgency until she gasped with pleasure as his teeth glided gently over the sensitive tips of her breasts before enveloping most of the mound into his hungry mouth.

John stood from his seated position, lifting Sara as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She clung to him as he turned around and lay her on the bed so her body was under him as he lay on top of her. They kissed each other again with a passion and fury. John for the years of unrequited desire for this woman and Sara for so, so many reasons that were culminating into this passionate moment of release and reckoning. John reached for the panties and slid them down her legs with both hands. He knelt on the floor next to the bed and put her legs over his shoulders as he lowered his mouth to kiss his way down her thighs until he reached the object of his desire. She was very wet and her musky scent made his head swoon with desire. His tongue penetrated her tight, wet pussy and flicked the clitoris that was displayed prominently at the top of her opening. She gasped in pleasure and almost came at his first touch. She dug her heels into his back and pushed her hips harder into his face and he took this as her signal to continue with more urgency but he wanted the moment to last and slowly slid his tongue up and down her wet, velvety lips before catching her clit between his lips and then releasing it. Again, she gasped and moaned at his oral skill. She was so close to reaching orgasm but wanted this feeling to last forever. The fever she felt between her legs was becoming more urgent and she ground and pumped her hips as he continued to work his magic with his tongue. Then, John slid a finger into her pussy and then another as his lips and tongue began a rhythmic assault on her clitoris. The sensations were too much and Sara screamed out her orgasm in a guttural voice that she could not believe was her own. She howled like a woman possessed and the waves of orgasm crashed over her as she felt her entire body shake.

John lifted her entire body with his arms and moved her further onto the bed and took his place between her legs. His erection stood out rigidly in front of him and Sara grabbed it with both hands and begged him to fuck her. "Fuck me John. Please fuck me with your big cock." She pulled him to the opening of her cunt and he slowly slid the entire length of his cock into her very tight and very wet pussy. Sara let out one long moan that quickly changed to screams of pleasure as John began thrusting into her. He thrust slowly at first, so she could get used to the size of his thick cock. Then, when she started thrusting her hips to meet his downward thrust, he began to fuck her in earnest.

Sara was amazed with John's staying power and it seemed, to her utter delight, that he could go on forever. This entire experience was so unlike anything she had ever experienced that she felt like a woman possessed and could not get enough of her lover's cock bringing her to multiple orgasms. When he finally came, she locked her legs around, squeezing him tightly against her, and used the muscles in her pussy to squeeze his cock as she felt his cum shooting deep inside her until they both collapsed in a heap.

They lay catching their breath when Sara said, "You know we're going to need to do that again, right?" Before he could respond, she slid down the bed and took his semi-hard cock in her mouth and began to revive his long-neglected champion specimen. She marveled at her own taste. She had never sucked her husband after they had sex and only tasted herself after using her fingers on her pussy. As a matter of fact, she couldn't remember ever having sex twice in the same night with her husband. She also couldn't believe the difference in size of his cock compared to her husband. She wondered if her husband was really small or if John was just really big. She decided to quit thinking and to just enjoy this amazing experience. "Oh, why did I wait so long to have real sex," she wondered.

John made sure to set a slower pace for both of them this time. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible and wanted to give Sara all the pleasure he could muster. He built up her next orgasm slowly, but it was no less powerful. He was amazed by her ani_malistic passion. It was like she had never experienced sex and was just discovering the joys like a ch_ild at Disneyland. They made love long into the night and then slept together in each other's arms.

The next morning, as John pulled up to Sara's house, he asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you? Do you think Bill will be mad that we didn't call or text that you wouldn't be coming home?"

Sara answered sullenly, "You mean 'boy'? I don't owe my boy a call or anything else. If he can prove that he deserves to be my husband again then he'll get treated with the appropriate respect. Until then, he will be treated like the house slave that he is." Then, she softened her tone and her demeanor and kissed John on the lips saying, "I can't wait until we do that again. We will, won't we?"

John ran his fingers through her hair and said, "Oh god, I sure do hope so Sara. You just need to let me know how you want to take things. I feel like I need to follow your lead." She kissed him again and then got out of the car.

Bill had been watching them through the curtains in the front of the house. The tender touches, the kisses, the words he could see being spoken but couldn't hear were all driving him crazy. It had been a night of hell as he waited for her to come home and he desperately wanted to call her but knew he shouldn't do it. He doubted she would have answered anyway. In his mind, they were doing every unspeakable thing he could imagine and his jealousy was tormenting him in ways he couldn't imagine. However, he was also the most aroused he'd ever been and there was absolutely no way for him to do anything to resolve his sexual frustration.

He scampered off to the kitchen when he saw her walking up the sidewalk to the front door. He didn't want her to know he was sitting by the window waiting like a sad puppy dog since well before sunrise. When she walked into the kitchen, she appraised him with an indifferent look. He was still the man she had spent more than half her life with, the man she raised a chi_ld with, and she did still love him despite the hurt he put her through – but she saw him different now. She knew it and now, as he watched her looking at him, he knew it too.
Sara said, "It was a long, lovely, incredible night and now I need some sl_eep. Perhaps, we can go to lunch together today after I wake up."

As she turned to leave, Bill said quietly, "As you wish." She smiled as she went up the stairs to her bedroom. Bill smiled and thought, "She wants to go to lunch with me. Progress!"

Beautifully written. I love the unexpected twists and anticipation you build up.

Enjoying every update.

Yes, I agree!
Peter C

"and she did still love him"

I don't think if she really did love her husband she would humi1iate him so badly, al least in public.
But I understand the development of the story and as a bull I'm enjoyng it.

I'm loving this story, I can't wait for more of it please! 🥰🙏🏼

It was a beautiful autumn afternoon with sunny skies and birds singing in the air. Sara was leaning back in her chair with closed eyes at the outdoor café as the sun warmed her face. She had a very content look on her face as she luxuriated in the afterglow of a night she would never forget.

Bill watched his wife from the other side of the table and wondered if she was going to torment him by not talking during the entire lunch. She hadn't said much during the drive other than, "I hope you didn't worry too much when I didn't come home last night." He told her that he knew she was in very capable hands and that John would make sure she was okay. She had grinned at his response and only said, "Oh, he made sure I was more than okay." Bill had stiffened but said nothing in return as they rode silently the rest of the way. However, now that they were seated and placed their lunch orders, he was dying to hear all about her date with John.

Sara wasn't intentionally trying to torment Bill by not talking to him. She was in her own little world of bliss. The experience with John the night before was one of the most thrilling nights of her life. To be honest, she couldn't wait to tell someone and she couldn't exactly tell her friends and family that she had just enjoyed the best sex of her life with her husband's best friend. So, she figured, why not tell Bill. She knew it would drive him crazy but, before all of this happened, she used to tell him everything. She always considered him her best friend. The way she saw it, this would be a win-win. She could tell someone and he could get his cuckold kicks out of it.

Sara opened her eyes with a dreamy look on her face and leaned forward putting both elbows on the table as she gazed at her husband. Bill was surprised to see her look at him with what appeared to be a loving expression. He hadn't seen that look in a long time. He put on his own loving expression and leaned toward the beautiful woman across the table.

"Why didn't you tell me sex could be so good?" Sara asked dreamily. That was not the first thing Bill expected to hear and lost his loving expression and replaced it with a confused look. Sara's expression didn't change at all. "It was without a doubt one of the most pleasurable, amazing, fantastic nights of my life," she gushed. Then she giggled and added, "Well, I guess mornings too if you count the time we did it again this morning." Bill could feel his breathing change slightly as he waited for her to continue but the waiter approached the table to refill their water glasses and to let them know their lunch would be right out.

Sara could see Bill fidgeting in his seat and the conflicted emotions hidden just beneath the surface. She was enjoying this more than she thought she would. "So ... how much do you want to know?" Sara asked coyly.

Bill thought for a moment and replied in a tight voice, "Everything."

Sara smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you everything. Something I didn't get from you, but I'm more than happy to tell you all about it." Sara told him how the sexual tension was building during dinner and what a gentleman John was being. How John even offered to go along with the whole thing as a ruse for Bill's benefit, but she made sure he knew that she wanted him desperately. She told Bill how she threw herself at John as soon as they got inside his house but he wanted to slow things down so he could watch her undress. He wanted to see the lingerie that Bill had bought for their evening together. Bill was enraptured listening to her obvious excitement and imagining every detail of them together. Then, much to Bill's disappointment, the waiter showed up with their lunch. Bill would have told him to come back later if it were up to him, but this was Sara's show and he was just a spectator. She thanked the waiter and smiled at Bill saying, "Let's talk about it some more after we eat." Bill felt the pain between his legs as the cage trapped his erection and his head was spinning with a flurry of emotions. He began eating the salad Sara ordered for both of them, but he barely could remember eating anything at all.

Sara could tell Bill was highly excited. His eyes were bright and his face looked like he was on the verge of having a stroke. She ate her salad slowly and made him wait until after the waiter brought them coffee after they finished eating their lunch. "So, where were we?" she asked aloud. "Oh, that's right. I stripped John's clothes off and then I took off my dress so he could admire the present he gave me." Bill wanted to correct her and point out that he bought the lingerie but figured that wasn't an important detail right now. Sara exclaimed, "I never did understand why people spend so much money on lingerie when it gets ripped off of you so fast that you barely have time to enjoy it." She laughed but Bill just sat there feeling his mouth get drier. Sara watched her husband and leaned forward to continue. "Then, after he ripped my panties off, he gave me the best oral sex I've ever had. No lick, lick, get it wet, stick it in. No, his tongue and lips and fingers were like magic and played my pussy like a magical instrument. It was heavenly," Sara almost gasped.

She was thoroughly enjoying relating the experience of the night before and watching Bill's face was making the experience even more delightful. Sara observed, "You know, I always thought your cock was average until last night. It's not. I also always thought you were just fine as a lover. You're not. Last night, I found out what all the hoopla about sex is really all about. When it's done right, it is amazing." She paused and let that message sink in for a moment. "I also found out last night that I'm really good at sex too. I've never been like that before. I guess I never had a chance to respond that way."

Bill looked ill and Sara asked if he was okay. He nodded his head and took a big dri_nk of water. Then, he said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me the rest .... Please!"

Sara told him how amazing it felt to feel her pussy stretched around John's big cock and how he brought her to multiple orgasms and still waited before finally unloading inside of her. Bill asked quietly, "He didn't wear a condom?"

Sara laughed and asked, "Aww, are you afraid he might get your wife pregnant? Now, that would be hard to explain, wouldn't it? You having a vasectomy and all." Sara continued with her story about giving him a blowjob and how he got hard again almost right away and how they made love again this morning. "We were both still horny when we woke up before sunrise. We slept with his arm around me, holding me against him. I could feel his erection pressing into my ass, so I slid down and took him in my mouth again this morning. I never really liked giving you head, but having his big, thick manhood to kiss, fondle and suck on is all I can think about today. He fucked me on my hands and knees and then let me ride him until we both came together. It was a glorious way to wake up this morning." Sara took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, feeling the satisfaction of reliving the experience all over again.

"So, is there anything else you want to know?" Sara asked.

Bill thought for a minute and replied, "What did you tell him about me?"

Sara shrugged her shoulders and said, "Actually, you never came up the entire time I was with him. I even forgot to tell him about the key I had around my neck. He did ask if you were going to be mad this morning that we didn't call to tell you I was staying the night. But, I told him you were just a house slave now and I don't need to call my house slave to ask permission to stay out, do I?"

Bill shook his head and said, "No Ma'am."

Sara reached across the table and squeezed Bill's hand. "Good boy," she said playfully like she was praising a puppy. Then, she added in a curious voice, "So, are you regretting writing that contract yet? You know that all of this is exactly what you came up with and what you wanted."

Bill looked her in the eye and sat up straighter saying, "No Ma'am. I want to prove myself to you. I know this is all my fault. Besides, I've never seen you more excited and happier than you are today. I'm truly happy for you. I just wish I'd been able to make you feel that way."

Sara was taken back by his forthright honesty and softened a bit. She squeezed his hand again and said, "I do too, boy. I'm sure you will make me happy again, but I think we both know that it will always be different from now on. How you make me happy and what I expect from you will have to be different. Now, we just need to figure out what that is."

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Sara and John decided their next date would be the night Bill was babysitting for Mindy and Tom. Sara wanted to have John over to her house this time and she wanted to have sex in her bedroom. She wasn't sure why this was important to her, but she felt like it would help cement the fact that his was no longer the marital bed and her and Bill's bedroom. This was HER bedroom and HER bed now. She would do whatever she wanted in the privacy of her bedroom and with whoever she wanted. However, she also could feel the iciness she felt toward her husband beginning to thaw just a bit. She still intended to treat him like the house slave he was to her right now, but after her night with John, she felt less hostility and was focused more on her feelings for John. Bill had opened this door for her, and she had to admit she loved it.

John had sent flowers to Sara's house after their night together. The box of red roses were waiting on the doorstep when she and Bill returned from lunch that day. Since then, she and John had texted or talked on the phone almost every day. Sara was having trouble focusing on her research and teaching duties, but for the first time in her life she just didn't care. She was in love again! She wondered if she would have fallen for Bill this fast if he was as good a lover as John. She dated Bill for more than a year before she agreed to marry him. Her studies and research were always the most important to her back then. Now, she was realizing there was much more to life than a laboratory and classroom and it was time for her to enjoy it. It didn't hurt she had a tall, handsome, strong man to open her eyes to the possibilities.

Bill had already left for Mindy's house and Sara remembered that she still hadn't called Mindy to ask a favor. When Mindy picked up, Sara spoke into the phone, "Hello dear, it's Sara again."

"Hi Sara," Mindy responded cheerily.

"Have you and Tom already left?" Sara asked.

Mindy replied, "Yeah, Bill got here a little while ago and we're on our way to a local brewpub that Tom's been wanting to check out. They have a live band tonight. And, by the way, thank you so much for offering Bill to babysit for us. We really needed a night out together. Now that I'm making more money, we should be able to afford our own babysitter but it's really nice to get out."

"Oh sweetie, I think it's the least Boy could do for you and please don't think twice about him doing this for you every two weeks as we agreed. As a matter of fact, that is why I'm calling. Do you think you can keep him there until at least midnight tonight? I've got a 'guest' coming over and I'd rather not be bothered by having Boy in the house," Sara implored. She didn't want Mindy to know her guest was John since they worked together.

Mindy giggled, "Oooo, Sara, you go girl! We absolutely can make sure he is busy until at least midnight. If you need him to stay later or overnight then call me and we'll take care of him. Ummmm.."

"What is it?" Sara inquired.

"Well, I was wondering ... would you mind if we ... 'played' with your boy? It was so hot watching him blow Tom at your house that I've been horny thinking about it ever since. Tom must have liked it too because we've probably had sex every night since then. If you don't want us to, then I understand. I mean, I'm still sooo sorry for what happened before and all." Mindy said uncomfortably.

Sara was amused and replied, "Absolutely. He's locked up so I know there will be no hanky panky for him. Have fun with him and remind him of his contract and that I said to do whatever you tell him. Also, tell him I expect to hear every detail when he gets home."

Mindy squealed happily and Sara could hear her say to Tom, "The two of you are in for it when we get home tonight, panty boy." Then she thanked Sara and they hung up. Sara smiled at hearing Mindy's use of 'panty boy' when referring to her husband, Tom. It seems the young couple were really embracing their cuckold relationship and she wondered what plans Mindy had in mind for all of them that night. She saw John's car pull into the driveway and she grabbed her jacket and skipped happily out the door.

Bill really liked kids. When his own daugh_ter was young, he coached her soccer teams and always enjoyed when she would have friends over. Unfortunately, Sara only wanted to have one chi_ld and encouraged him to get a vasectomy after their first. "Wouldn't you rather have sex without wearing a condom? It's not fair that I should have to be the only one responsible for birth control," she would remind him. He relented and got the vasectomy. He always wondered what it would have been like to have a so_n. He and his daugh_ter had drifted apart recently and, according to his wife, she was mad at him too. Bill had to admit that he hadn't paid much attention to her or her moth_er in the past year or two. It was his fault and he needed to fix that relationship as well.

Mindy and Tom's kids were already ready for bed when Bill arrived so his only job was to read the older one a story and to feed the younger one a bottle until they fell asleep. He was surprised how easy it turned out to be and scoffed at the anxiety he felt earlier about being too out of practice. Now, just like thousands of other babysitters around the world were doing, he sat on the couch and watched TV until the young couple returned home.

After a while, he became bored and got up to walk around the little cottage. It was a typical small two-bedroom space for a new family. Mindy kept the place very neat and tidy with feminine touches evident throughout. There was a kitchen and dining room that were really one room, and a small living room. The two bedrooms were on either side of the one bathroom. He walked into the master bedroom and looked around, noticing what appeared to be restraints on the four corners of the bed. They were made of black nylon webbing straps with Velcro and fur on each end. The straps must have been connected under the mattress and the ends were laying loosely on the floor by each of the corners of the bed. "Kinky," Bill thought with amusement. "I wonder who gets tied down, him or her?" He thought of the many times he did things with Mindy but couldn't remember ever tying her down. The thought of doing it made his penis stir in the confinement of the cage and he quickly tried to put it out of his mind.

He knew he shouldn't, but he opened a dresser drawer and found a large dildo, a piece of fur and a feather among some of Mindy's panties. There were also different scents of massage oil. Bill could imagine Tom using these on his wife. He knew their cuckold relationship had some female domination elements and assumed Tom was expected to be very attentive to her needs. Bill wondered when he would ever get a chance to do something like this for his wife. Bill carefully closed the drawer and opened another to find a ping pong paddle and a riding crop under some of Mindy's clothes. He raised his eyebrows, thinking, "These two are really having some fun!" When he opened the drawers under the changing table in the corner, Bill got his biggest surprise. He found some adult diapers. When she said Tom liked to be treated like a baby, she must have meant it literally. In the next drawer down, he was shocked to find a whole drawer full of panties, bras and lingerie that could only be for Tom because they were too small to fit Mindy. Bill couldn't imagine her husband dressed like a woman, but to each their own. He had masturbated to more than a few cuckold stories about women dressing up their men to humiliate and emasculate them. He wondered if she did that to Tom when she would come home and tell her husband about the things she had done with him.

Seeing all of this made Bill incredibly horny and, if he hadn't been caged, he would have taken the opportunity to masturbate. He remembered when he and Sara were their age and couldn't keep their hands off each other. Now, he wishes he could have told Sara about his deepest, darkest fantasies back then. Perhaps they would have been living a sexually exciting life like this couple was living. He always thought he and Sara were having a good sex life but, according to his wife, he wasn't really getting the job done. He wondered if he would ever have a sex life again. Would his wife leave him for a better lover? For John? Or, would she still stay with him, but his sex life would be a solo affair and he would have to live vicariously through her exploits. At this point, he would take whatever he could get as long as she let him back into her life.

At around 10, Bill heard the front door open and Mindy walked in with Tom. He could see by the sparkle in their eyes that they had been drin_king and probably shouldn't have drove home. He had driven after a dri_nk too many in the past, so he didn't want to be too judgmental and rose from the couch with a smile and asked, "Did you have fun tonight?"

Mindy smiled devilishly and replied, "We had a great time but this one was supposed to only have two beers. I saw the bill and he snuck in a few more so he is going to get a really good spanking for disobeying and then lying. By the way, where do you think you're going?" she said with a tipsy lilt in her voice while pointing to Bill.

"Well, now that you're home, I was going to leave," he explained, looking at his watch.

"No, no, no," Mindy responded emphatically. "Your wife said to tell you that you are to do whatever I say tonight while she entertains her lover." Mindy looked at him with a gleam to show him that she knew he was a cuckold now too. "We're going to have our own party here while she has her fun at your house." Bill was surprised and embarrassed that Sara had told Mindy about John. He hesitated and Mindy added, "She told me to remind you of your contract."

Bill sighed and started to sit back down when Mindy said, "The party isn't going to be out here. You two boys need to get into that bedroom and get dressed. My little panty boy can find something for you to wear. I'll be just a minute to check on the kids and to give you boys some time to get ready. Then, we'll decide who is going to get their spanking first." Bill panicked as he wondered what exactly he was getting into and remembering what he found in the drawers. Tom nodded toward the bedroom and Bill could see that Tom already had a lump forming in his pants.

Tom closed the door behind them and started to undress. Bill looked at him uncomfortably and Tom said, "You better hurry or she'll give you extra strokes for being slow." Bill remembered her warning that Sara said to do whatever Mindy said so he followed Tom's lead and took off his clothes. He wasn't surprised when Tom opened the drawer under the changing table and started rummaging through the drawer with feminine attire. Tom pulled out two pairs of stockings that looked slightly stretched from previous use and two garter belts. "Here, put these on," Tom instructed as he threw Bill a pair of lacy black stockings. They looked like something a teenage goth girl might wear to the mall on a Friday night. Bill watched as Tom rolled up a similar pair of stockings and put his foot in first before pulling the stockings the rest of the way up his legs. Bill tried to imitate Tom's technique and with some effort he eventually got the stockings on his legs. Then, Tom handed him the garter belt and said, "Usually, we'd have to wear panties too but she's going to spank us so we won't wear them. Just the stockings and garters, and a bra or nightie. Which do you prefer?"

Tom saw Bill looking at him strangely and he smiled shyly. "She caught me trying on her underwear when she came home early one day. At first, she was freaked out but eventually we would play dress up occasionally. The night after she told me about you guys having an affair, she spanked me for the first time and started making me wear panties all the time. That's why she calls me Panty Boy now. You would have seen them at your house but I took my pants off when you were out of the room. Your wife did see them and she seemed to really like the idea so you better watch out," he said with eyes raised in warning. Tom pulled out some bras and nighties and said, "Pick one of these quick before she comes in and we're not ready. Believe me, you don't want her to get the bathbrush out."

Bill was heavier than Tom but they were basically the same size so the ladies' clothing fit him snugly but he could still put them on. He looked in the mirror and he looked as ridiculous as he felt. He was wearing a red nightie with his black stockings and garter. Tom was wearing a black bra with his outfit. Tom explained that they were expected to be waiting on their knees and she would tell them when to bend over the bed.

Mindy opened the door shortly after they got on their knees. She must have kept an outfit in another room because she had changed clothes and was now wearing nothing but a black faux leather bustier that had clasps in the front and with garters attached from the bustier to black nylon stockings. The bustier was an underbust style that only pushed up underneath her already very large breasts and allowed the rest of her breast to remain bare. Her hard nipples were sticking out prominently from her bare tits. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail and black high heels, she looked menacing and incredibly sexy.

"Hello boys," she said in her sweetest voice. She strutted over in front of them and the strip of black hair she left over her pubic mound was less than a foot in front of Bill's nose. He could already smell the scent he knew so well. "Oh, how the times have changed," he thought to himself. She stepped directly in front of her husband and said, "I think I'll deal with you first, panty boy. Bend over the bed." Tom got up from his knees and bent over the bed. His ass was framed by the garter belt with the garters running down the side of his legs as he put both hands on the bed in front of him and his feet on the floor. Mindy pulled open the drawer Bill had peeked in earlier and pulled out both the ping pong paddle and riding crop. "I'd really like to use this," she said, holding up the paddle. "It makes such a great impression on him, but we can't be waking up the kids. So, I guess this will have to do." She put the paddle back in the drawer and swung the crop through the air with a swishing sound. She stepped behind her husband and said, "If you wake up the kids, I'll gag you and then double the number of spanks. Understand?" He squeaked out a 'Yes' and she took aim at the target raised willingly in front of her.

Bill watched fascinated. He had never watched anyone spanked before. The fact that he was next was both scary and exciting as hell. His cage was unyielding against his erection and the pain was growing. Mindy proceeded to thrash her husband's ass with ten well-placed, firm strokes of the riding crop across his ass. He had a fistful of blanket in each hand and was barely able to contain his shouts with the rapid-fire slashes. "OK, get up and lay face up on the bed, panty boy," Mindy commanded. Her husband did as she directed and climbed on the bed as she turned to Bill. "Your turn boy. Or maybe I should say 'Your turn girl' with that cute outfit you're wearing."

Bill began to perspire as he contemplated the spanking he was going to receive. After watching Tom get spanked, he was encouraged that it didn't appear she intended to whip him like his wife had done a couple of weeks ago. The bruises from that spanking had only recently completely faded. He got up and assumed the same bent over the bed position as her husband had just taken. Bill's hands were on either side of Tom's stocking-covered feet. When he looked up, he could see Tom laying on his back and watching. Tom's partial erection was dangling beneath the garter belt a couple of feet in front of Bill's face.

Mindy flipped the red nightie up onto his back so his ass was totally exposed. Then, she reached between his legs and massaged his balls with one of her hands. She leaned down and said softly in his ear, "Do you remember when I used to do this for you? When I would rub and suck your balls whenever you told me to?" Bill was breathing heavier as the pain in his cage increased even more. Suddenly, Mindy squeezed his balls and said loudly, "I asked you a question."

"Yes, yes, I remember," Bill gasped as his the pain in his balls now matched his trapped penis.

Mindy eased up on his balls and straightened up behind him. "You hurt me boy," Mindy said as she swung the crop and connected with his upturned ass. Bill yelped and she said, "Shh, shh, shh! Don't you dare wake those kids up!" She ran the crop back and forth across his ass. "Even though he didn't know it, poor panty boy took quite a few spankings for you over these weeks. It seems only fair that you take this one yourself. Wouldn't you agree?" she inquired with a tinge of menace in her voice.

Bill grabbed two handfuls of the blankets and replied, "As you wish." Mindy smiled and began thrashing him the same as she had spanked her husband but she doubled the strokes. She had to stop halfway through so Bill could bend back over and to warn him again that he better not wake up her kids.

When she was finished, she told Bill to stay where he was. She put the crop back in the drawer and closed it. Bill watched from his bent over position as she climbed up on the bed and sat on her husband's face while facing Bill. Tom immediately began licking her pussy and Bill could tell from where he was that she was already very wet. She moved her hips back and forth and rode her husband's face and tongue as she sighed in pleasure. Bill watched the couple in fascination and the ache between his legs never subsided. Mindy leaned forward like she was going to 69 with her husband but she stopped and looked Bill in the eye and then at her husband's cock. When she looked back at Bill, she said in a sultry, sexy voice, "You know what to do."

Bill took a deep breath and without hesitating he climbed forward between Tom's legs. He leaned forward and took Tom's almost fully erect cock in his mouth. Tom groaned with pleasure and Mindy licked her lips as she watched her former lover humiliate himself for her. She warned her husband that he better not cum in Bill's mouth or he would be in big trouble and wouldn't get to fuck her tonight. She was grinding her pussy harder against her husband's mouth as he sucked greedily on her large clit. She was less than a foot away from Bill's face as he sucked her husband. He wondered if maybe she was going to join him in giving Tom a blowjob. Mindy began panting and groaning and suddenly she let out a deep, guttural growl and gushed her wetness on her husband's face as she orgasmed strongly.

Mindy quickly got off her husband and told him to fuck her. Bill dislodged Tom's member from his mouth and climbed out of the way of the young couple. Tom mounted his wife and began rapidly thrusting into her with his small cock. In less than a minute, both of them began gasping loudly and then muffled their screams as they burst into orgasm together. Tom collapsed on his wife and they lay there holding each other for a minute.

Once Mindy caught her breath, she rolled her husband off of her and spread her legs with a devilish smile. "Remember when you used to tell me to feed your cum to panty boy? Well, tonight it's your turn billy boy." She pointed between her legs to the cum oozing out of her wet cunt. Much to Bill's surprise, he was scrambling to do exactly as she wanted. Right before he buried his tongue in her pussy, he said softly, "As .. you .. wish."

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Sara lay in John's arms with her head on his shoulder as they sat up leaning against the headboard of the king-size bed. It had been another amazing, sensual night of sexual awakening for Sara as she discovered the thrill of multiple orgasms and the art of slow, pleasurable lovemaking. It wasn't that she never had orgasms or never experienced oral sex during the many years of her marriage. Quite the contrary, she loved sex and the passion that she felt wash over her when having sex. The difference now, was the quality and duration of the sex she was having with her new lover. Her body had never experienced the multiple levels of sensations that John was eliciting from her. No doubt the size of his cock was a major factor in some of the new sensations. She was feeling things that she'd never experienced with her husband's smaller penis. The way her pussy had to stretch to accommodate John's cock and the places deep inside her cunt that were being touched for the very first time were something indescribable to anyone that never felt it. Now, she was wondering why she had never gotten a larger dildo that would have mimicked his size. It was probably better that she hadn't or she would have realized how much she was missing from her husband. But it wasn't just John's size that was so different. It was also how he fucked that made everything so different. He could be slow and sensual as he built up sexual tension or powerful and urgent as he demonstrated his lust and passion for her. He was seemingly able to last as long as he wanted before climaxing inside her. He was like a musician playing an instrument in an orchestra that could play every movement masterfully before bringing the masterpiece to a crescendo of an ending.

They had hurried back to Sara's house from dinner because both of them were anxious to have each other again after their amazing night together two weeks ago at his house. They enjoyed each other's bodies in frenzied lovemaking and then showered together at Sara's suggestion. By the time they were done soaping each other and enjoying their foreplay in the shower stall, they retired to her bed once again for a long, sensual second round of slow, mutually-pleasurable bout of sex. Now, they were basking in the afterglow and Sara was telling John all about the past couple of weeks with her husband. The contract, the whipping she gave him, the chastity device, the butler outfit he was required to wear in the house and the evening with Mindy and Tom. John had listened quietly as she lay against him and poured out her feelings of hurt and anger and uncertainty about the future.

"I just can't go back to the way things were before. You know what I mean? We used to be so in love and I always thought he was a good husband, but I was so busy raising our dau_ghter and working that I never really paid much attention to our relationship," Sara lamented. "It's only been the last couple of years that things that didn't bother me before were starting to be more of an issue. He's become a different person that I almost couldn't recognize and, quite frankly, don't really like. Maybe it's partly my fault for not paying enough attention to him. I still love him but I want him to be the man that loved me and treated me like his best friend."

She paused and continued to lay there when John said in his deep voice, "If you don't mind me saying, this sounds a lot like the situation we faced with new recruits in the Marine Corps."

Sara sat up and looked at him with amused confusion, "What?? How in the world is this like the Marine Corps?"

John turned so they were facing each other and responded, "Well, these men come to us from all different backgrounds and circumstances. They might have been the quarterback on the football team, the toughest guy in school, big man on campus, the class clown, someone that barely made it through high school and everyone in between. But they all had one thing in common – they wanted to serve their country and to be a Marine. They were even willing to sign a long-term contract committing them to their decision and to suffer the hard work and discipline it would take to achieve their goal. Virtually none of them realized how hard this commitment would be and the process it would take to realize their dream of being a Marine. Some of them were cocky and headstrong, some were arrogant, some were weak, others unsure of themselves and some that only trusted themselves. Somehow, we needed to turn these men into being a part of the greatest fighting for_ce on earth. This required cohesion and total dedication to a common goal. They already had committed to the common goal through their contract – to serve the United States and to be a Marine. The challenge was HOW to make them effective and able to achieve that goal. That is where Recruit Training, also known as Boot Camp for you civilians, comes in. We strip them down and remove everything they think they are and build them back up into the elite men they want to be, and that we need them to be. Our job is to help them succeed through the difficult process, but we never lower our standards along the way. In the end, it is up to each and every one of them to make the decision that they choose to succeed. Not everyone makes that decision, or in some instances, has the ability to succeed. They are presented challenges physically, mentally and ethically and how they respond to those challenges determines how they move forward. Will they get promoted, receive more privileges and be recognized for their good performance, or will they fail to meet the standard and face the consequences? Punishment, loss of privilege and the threat of banishment."

Sara looked fascinated at what she just heard and was starting to see where this was heading. As she was nodding her head, John continued, "Without knowing it, you have actually started this process with Bill. You've got a contract and he had to make the decision to commit to this goal. He wants to gain your trust and be the man you want him to be. Of course, it sounds like he slipped in plenty of his kinky fantasies into the contract but the basis for the objective are in there and the other things can be used or ignored as needed. You've already got him in a uniform that reinfor_ces his new role and he's already suffered the consequences for not achieving a seemingly impossible task. In just two weeks, he's performed tasks that must have seemed inconceivable a month ago and he did it because he's committed to being successful in the goal. I think you're well on your way to making him the man he wants to be and that you need him to be. You just need to stay committed to his training and quit blaming yourself for his failures. We've both noticed his slide over the past couple of years and he's not the man we know he can be. Recruit Training only lasts 13 weeks. You have 50 more weeks to help Bill succeed."

Sara was silent as she contemplated everything she had just heard. Then, she broke into a grin and said, "So, are you saying I'm a Drill Sergeant now?"

John laughed and said, "How about Drill Goddess?"

Sara put her head back on John's chest and said, "With your help, we can make this work!"

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Bill got home well after midnight and saw John's car was still parked in the driveway, so he parked on the street and walked across the yard to the front door. He could see all of the lights were out except for a soft glow in the upstairs window that would be Sara's bedroom. He wondered if they were having sex at this very minute and was conflicted on what to do next. He really did not want to see either of them right now and be for_ced to relate all of the events of the evening he had with Mindy and her husband. Mindy had insisted he wear the feminine clothes home under his own clothes. "You can buy some new outfits and bring them to me at work. It will be a great surprise for Tom and you'll have some outfits for future play dates," Mindy had explained cheerfully.

Bill decided to very quietly enter the house and to sneak up the stairs to his bedroom. He thought he could hear murmuring in the master bedroom as he quickly slipped into his room and closed the door very gently.

The next morning, John came downstairs to the kitchen to the smell of coffee brewing. It was barely sunrise and he was surprised to find Bill in the kitchen getting things ready for breakfast. Anybody that knew Bill, knew he wasn't exactly a 'morning person.' Bill was wearing his butler outfit and glanced up at his friend before grabbing a coffee cup and pouring him some of the freshly brewed liquid.

"You're up awfully early for you," John laughed good-naturedly as he accepted the cup. "We heard you come in pretty late last night."

Bill was sorry they heard him but glad they didn't make him face them the previous night. Bill said, "Sara expects me to have her coffee and breakfast ready when she comes down in the morning. She gets up a lot earlier than me so I need to be up early now." It felt odd to chat with his long-time friend knowing John had spent the night with his wife. John was his usual cheerful, confident self, but Bill could tell there was something else. He knew John was mad at him for cheating on Sara and they had barely spoke in the past couple of weeks except for work-related discussions. Even those tended to be very brief and they rarely made eye contact with each other. However, this morning there was something new.

"Well I guess that explains why you've been on time everyday lately. Let's make sure you keep that up," John said as he grabbed a banana from the counter. "I'm on my way to the gym and then stopping by the office. Don't forget I need you to take care of that Open House today, so I'll see you there. Do you have a To-Go cup for the coffee?" he inquired.

Bill found a travel mug and transferred the coffee to the new vessel before handing it back to John. John looked at him for a long moment and said, "Your wife is an incredibly special lady. You would do well to earn your way back into her heart. No matter what it takes, make sure she knows she can trust you to put her first." As John started walking away, he said casually, "I'll have your office responsibilities and goals ready by the end of the day Monday. You can pick them up before you go home and give them to Sara. She'll be getting a report card on your performance every Friday from me. It sounds like you're going to have some rough weekends ahead if you can't do better than you have been lately."

Bill heard the front door shut at about the same time he heard the shower turn on in Sara's master bathroom. That was his signal to start her breakfast. As he pulled together some fruit and yogurt, he thought about John's admonition. He was determined to make his wife love and trust him again. He also couldn't stop wondering what they had done together in his old bedroom the night before.

As Bill put her coffee and breakfast in front of the breakfast nook chair Sara liked to sit in, he made a mental note to pickup some flowers on his way home from work. He couldn't believe it hadn't occurred to him until now but he needed to make sure there were flowers in the house and that he could cut one each morning to put with her breakfast.

Sara could smell the coffee as she breezed into the kitchen and saw the breakfast her boy had placed on the table for her. She felt like she was floating on a cloud this morning. It had been another magical night and she was disappointed when she felt John slip quietly out of bed early this morning. She moaned her disapproval and John kissed her affectionately on the cheek before getting dressed and leaving her to sl_eep for a few more minutes.

"Good morning boy. Did you sl_eep well?" she inquired of her well-dressed butler.

Bill realized this might have been the first morning he could remember her greeting him with a good morning or asking about him in the past two weeks. Progress! "Yes Goddess. I slept just fine," he responded softly.

"You got in late last night. You must have enjoyed your babysitting duties. Why don't you get a cup of coffee and come sit and tell me about it?" Sara requested.

Bill knew Sara had requested Mindy keep him until after midnight so she could be alone with John. He also knew she wanted him to tell her all of the details and would probably check with Mindy to verify his account. He felt a bit disoriented by her sudden kindness but assumed it was due to the afterglow of her evening with John. He hurried to sit with her before she remembered that she was mad at him!

Bill cleared his throat and began his account of the previous evening, "Well, their kids were delightful and I was surprised at how easy it was to get them to fall asl_eep. I mostly watched TV until they got home a little after 10. Mindy mentioned you wanted me to stay there until midnight and that you said to do whatever she told me to do. Apparently, Tom had drank more beers than he was allowed to so Mindy told him he was getting spanked. She made us both change into some women's lingerie and then she came in wearing an outfit of her own."

Sara started laughing, "You were wearing lingerie?"

Bill nodded his head and said, "She made me wear it home under my clothes last night."

Sara laughed harder and said, "Okay, go on with your story."

Bill continued, "Well, she made Tom bend over the bed and she spanked him with a riding crop and then she made me do the same thing and whipped me too." Bill was looking down and wringing his hands as he was telling this part of the story and Sara knew things were going to get more interesting. "Then she made Tom lay on the bed so she could sit on his face."

Bill swallowed hard and Sara waited, enjoying his embarrassment. "Annnd?" she asked.

In a quieter voice, Bill said, "And then, she made me suck him while he was licking her. After they had sex, she made me lick him out of her." It was quiet in the kitchen and Bill looked up from the table at his wife to gauge her reaction. Sara was sitting there watching him with an appraising look. She sipped her coffee and ate some of her fruit and yogurt.

"What was it like to have your tongue in your girlfriend's pussy again?" Sara asked menacingly. "Did you like it?"

Bill panicked. He almost blurted out a denial right away but he felt this was a test. "I ... I don't know. I was just trying to do whatever she told me to do. I didn't want to let you down."

"Oh, so you only did it for me?" Sara countered.

"Yes .. I mean No.. I .. I don't know," Bill said nervously.

"You don't seem to know much," Sara observed pointedly. "It was a simple question. Did you like having your tongue in your girlfriend's pussy?"

Bill felt like he was on the verge of tears. Just a minute ago he thought they were going to have a friendly cup of coffee together and now he was on the verge of being all the way back at square one with his wife. He looked back at his hands and said quietly but more than loud enough to be heard, "Yes, I guess I did enjoy it."

Sara waited to allow his humil_iation to linger. Then she said, "See. That wasn't so hard, was it? Honesty. Why can't you just go straight to honesty. From now on, when I ask you a question, I expect a direct and honest response from you every time. Understand?"

Bill looked up at his wife and said, "Yes, Goddess."

"Good!" Sara exclaimed. "Now go up and get busy cleaning my bedroom and bathroom before you meet John at work. The sheets are a mess from last night and we may have left a mess in the shower stall as well. That friend of yours is a big cummer and knows how to get my juices flowing too, if you know what I mean." Then, she added, "I will be calling Mindy to tell her that you aren't allowed to see or touch another woman sexually. I knew she needed to get a little of her anger at you out of her system, but you're there to work, not to play. By the way, it's only been two weeks and you can already strike two more things off that list – crossdressing and creampies. I guess this house slave thing is working out for you after all."

Bill nodded his head and then asked his wife in a timid tone, "I'm supposed to give you a full body massage weekly. Can I do that this weekend?"

Sara looked at her husband and shook her head, "I'm just not ready for you to touch me yet."

Bill looked dejected but accepted that this would be a long road. He replied, "As you wish," and went upstairs to clean up after the lovers.

It was four weeks later and Bill was feeling sorry for himself. He was lying naked on the carpeted floor of Sara's walk-in closet with a collar around his neck and a dog leash connecting the collar to a large eyebolt Sara made him screw into the floor. It was only nine o'clock and he'd been here for two hours already. It had been humiliating when Sara and John had come to check on him before they left for their dinner date. John had stood next to her in the closet as they looked down at him naked on the floor. Sara said in a commanding tone, "I hope you remembered to go pee before you got comfortable in here. We'll be back in a couple of hours and will bring some adult diapers for you when we return. You won't be let out of here until tomorrow morning when John opens the door. To give you something to look forward to while we're out this evening – we intend to address those demerits when we get back tonight."

Demerits. He hadn't heard anyone mention them since he and John were in catholic high school together. He had earned many back then and it resulted in plenty of time in after-school detention. He wondered what they would earn him this time. Apparently, slee_ping in this closet was part of it. He had brought back his weekly report card from work and he didn't make all of his goals for the fourth week in a row. Despite his sales and listings being at the highest level since joining John's real estate company, he still seemed to just miss making the goals. Now that his paycheck went directly to Sara, he had no idea how much he'd earned this past month but he knew it was probably his best month so far. He also seemed to never quite measure up to Sara's expectations around the house. His life was one long list of chores that never seemed to end. His life used to include golf, the country club, drin_king at local bars, watching sports with friends, and, of course, playing with Mindy. But now, he never left the house and hadn't enjoyed a dri_nk since the day Sara let him move back in. He wondered if this is the way things would be for the rest of the year. Could he do this for that long? What if nothing changed after the year was up and he did all of this for nothing? Surely she could see that he was trying his best to win his way back into her heart. But, what if John was all she needed or wanted and there was no room left in her heart for him? He couldn't bear to think that was possible. He had to believe she would eventually want him back. She just had to!

Sara and John had finished a lovely dinner together and were driving back to her house. Their conversation turned to what lie ahead of them this evening. "I've got to admit, I didn't think he could go this long without giving up," Sara commented. "He's slipped up a few times but, to be honest, he's been surprisingly compliant and well-behaved."

John agreed and added, "He's been on fire at work. I set the goals pretty high and he's really been hustling lately. He always was a good salesman but he wasn't staying focused. That's changed lately and the results are showing his attention to detail. I always throw something in the weekly goals that I know will be out of reach but he's swinging for the fences lately."

Sara contemplated, "How do you think he'll react to seeing my tits tonight?"

John chuckled, "He'll think he's died and gone to heaven. How long has it been?"

Sara thought and responded, "It's been more than two months since he's seen any part of my body nude." She looked at John and asked, "How do you think he's going to react to you spanking him?"

John shrugged and replied, "You said you wanted to take this to the next level and get him used to the idea of me being part of your relationship. It will certainly set a new tone in how he relates to me. It will take some time, but I think we can make it work. He'll need to quit seeing me as a rival and start seeing me as the other person he wants to please. I think my spending more time at your house will help with that."

As they pulled up to the house, Sara said, "I think he believes slee_ping in my closet is a new punishment. He doesn't understand he's actually being rewarded for his good behavior."

John had an amused expression, "We'll see how rewarded he feels with that chastity thing biting into him. Carrot and stick, right?" Sara nodded her head in agreement as they got out of the car.

Bill's ears perked up when he heard people in the house. A few minutes later, he could hear Sara and John in the bedroom. They were talking softly so he couldn't make out what they were saying. It was quiet for a while and then the closet door opened and someone turned on the light. Bill shielded his eyes from the glare of the light and after a moment he saw his wife and her boyfriend standing there. He was shocked to see Sara wearing nothing but tight-fitting yoga pants that left little to the imagination. Bill couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at her bare breasts. He hadn't seen them in so long. He would fall asleep some nights fantasizing about the day he could see, touch and suck on her nipples. Now, just seeing them made his head buzz with excitement.

Bill looked at John with his arm around his wife. John was only wearing a pair of silk pajama bottoms. The material hung loosely over the bulge that dangled between his legs. Bill had seen his friend's package before and knew he was very well-endowed. He had been hearing about his friend's sexual prowess since high school and now he was hearing about it from his wife.

When Bill looked back at his wife, Sara smiled seductively saying, "You look pleased to finally see my body, boy."

Bill just looked up at her mesmerized from his place on the floor. "When you're a good boy, then you get a treat. This is your treat," Sara said, pointing to her tits. John slid his hand from Sara's shoulder, gliding it down her arm to her stomach and then slowly slid it back up her flat stomach to enclose one of her breasts in his large hand. Sara reached up and put her hand over top of John's and leaned her head back against him lovingly. Then, she looked back to her husband and stood up straighter, "But you haven't been a good boy all the time, have you?" she admonished him. Bill gave her puppy dog eyes in return. "Let's see if I can remember a few. You overslept and didn't get my breakfast on the table one morning, you forgot things on the grocery list I gave you, I had to remind you to do several of your chores and you left the toilet seat up in the bathroom. I believe you have ten demerits this month on my list and at least another four on John's list for each week you didn't meet your goals."

Sara looked at John and asked, "Would you like to add anything?" He shook his head and told her she pretty much covered it. Sara turned back to Bill and said, "According to the contract you wrote, we need to deal with these infractions with at least a spanking. So, I'm going to spank you for your ten demerits and then John is going to spank you for the rest of your transgressions. Understand?" Bill nodded his head with trepidation as he looked at the two of them.

Sara looked around her closet and found what she was looking for – a slipper with a rubber sole. "Turn around and put your head on the floor and your ass in the air," she ordered. Bill complied and waited until he felt her hand on the small of his back. "You will get three for every demerit," she announced. She proceeded to whack his ass thirty times with the loud sound of the slipper slapping skin filling the small closet.

Bill was shocked that something so small and soft like a slipper could hurt so much. His ass felt like a hundred bees were stinging him. Sara offered the slipper to John and he went down on one knee next to Bill's bent over body. Without saying a word, he proceeded to give Bill twelve more whacks with the slipper. However, his swats were something altogether different than the ones his wife had just delivered. Bill was howling before John was done and it took him a moment to regain his composure after John stood back up. Bill stayed in position with his ass in the air until he could hear them leaving the closet.

Sara returned a moment later with a bag of adult diapers, warning him not to make a mess on her closet carpet. She also had a blanket and a pillow. She had a mischievous look on her face and said, "Do you want me to leave the door open?" Bill was confused at first and then realized what she was asking and vigorously shook his head 'Yes'.

For the first time since all of this started, Bill listened to his wife and her lover have passionate sex for over an hour. Sara made sure Bill wasn't around when they had been together in the past, so he could only imagine what they were doing. Now, even though he could only listen, there was no doubt what they were doing, and it was even more powerful than Bill could have imagined. He had never heard the moans and sounds his wife made that night. At one point, he was silently begging that they finish soon so his poor, tor_tured erection would subside and relieve the pain he'd been enduring the entire time. He couldn't believe two people could have sex that long.

After it was all over and his erection finally went away, Bill realized he was going to need to pee and, after holding it as long as he could, he finally put on the diaper and relieved himself. He had a complex combination of feelings as he drifted off to sl_eep. He felt humiliated, horny, excited and, most of all, submissive.