One Big Happy Family

CHAPTER 1

Some journeys are necessary and unavoidable; sometimes they open our eyes to new possibilities and change our lives forever; and all journeys have a beginning and an end. As the Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu said, "The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step." For Tom Adams, his current journey felt like it had gone on for thousands of miles and he wasn't sure exactly when that first step had taken place. What he did know, was that his life and the life of his wife would never be the same.

Angie Adams was your typical career woman that had fought her way up the ladder in the cut-throat consulting world. She and Tom didn't have kids and were nearing a point when it might be too late for her to conceive. The biological clock was ticking loudly but she resisted Tom's pleas to have chil_dren. In fact, she had partially advanced her career on the backs of her female peers when they had decided to get pregnant. Her first opportunity came when one of the lead consultants on her team had gotten pregnant and while she was gone on maternity leave Angie got the promotion everyone assumed would be her teammate's. Angie learned from that opportunity and a few years later when another manager confided in her that she might be pregnant, Angie sprung into action and started laying the groundwork for her next promotion. She quickly established a rapport with the other woman's boss and made sure she stayed in a high-profile position during the month's leading up to her maternity leave. Sure enough, she got her next big promotion during that woman's leave as well. This didn't go unnoticed by the other female consultants, but Angie dismissed their disdain as jealousy.

Tom was the opposite of his wife when it came to climbing the corporate ladder. He was a business analyst and was perfectly happy to go to the office each day and work on whatever project his team was assigned next. He was good at his job and his team looked up to him as a reliable and competent performer that consistently delivered quality results. He got promoted based on his competence and experience but preferred to keep his head down and simply play a supportive role to his team.

Angie and Tom had met in college at a mixer where Angie's sorority had been invited to their 'brother' fraternity for a closed party. Tom was a new freshman member of the frat and it was his first mixer. The mixer was different than the usual rowdy parties that his new fraternity threw on most weekends. At this party they wore ties and jazz was playing on the stereo. However, the strangest thing of all was the requirement that you be 'shackled' to one of the sorority sisters. The intent was for everyone to get to know each other better. So, each sorority sister was randomly handcuffed to a fraternity brother with plastic toy cuffs.

As the night progressed, Tom found Angie to be a bit aggressive for his taste, but she was cute and easy to talk to, so he willingly let her drag him around the party by their wrists. Angie seemed to be well-liked and it didn't hurt that she kept introducing him as "my hot date for the night, Tom". He met lots of her sorority sisters and generally had a great time.

It was the first time he'd spent an evening with another woman since his high school girlfriend broke up with him. They'd been at a party and she was flirting with one of the high school football stars. At one point in the evening, he'd found them in a quiet room making out on the couch. The football player had his hand down the front of her pants. Tom had quietly closed the door to give them some privacy. Later, when he asked her if she was ready to go home, she became unhinged. "Is that all you've got to say?" she screamed. "Am I ready to go home?" Tom was mystified by her anger. She seemed to be having a great time and now she was mad that he hadn't been more upset and made her stop. Girls are weird sometimes. He left the party alone that night under the contemptuous stares of his classmates. Before he left for college, he heard the football player had knocked her up. Sometimes, he masturbated imagining her naked and pregnant in his bed.

Angie was a sophomore and had attended many parties with their brother fraternity. She had been hit on by most of the frat boys and only succumbed to one of their advances. It was a total debacle. They both agreed it was a mistake and promised to keep the encounter quiet. She knew he would keep his promise since he had shot his load before he could even get her panties off. She felt sorry for the guy and wondered if he had been a virgin. If he hadn't been such a nice guy, she would have warned all of her sorority sisters to watch out for 'Mr. Quick Trigger'.

So, she was pleased when they 'shackled' her to the cute new guy but didn't have any high expectations. Tom was so shy that she wondered if she had gotten stuck with another virgin. But, he seemed to be in awe of her and she really liked that!

Besides, it wasn't like she had a lot of experience herself. She had a high school boyfriend and they started having sex during their senior year and fucked like crazy for the entire summer until she left for college. She didn't want any distractions when she got to college, so she broke up with him the weekend she left. When he started crying, she knew she made the right choice.

Then, during her freshman year, she fell for one of her professors but, when he realized her feelings were more than academic, he sat her down to explain he was gay. She was devastated and gave up on men until the summer before her sophomore year when she had a fling with a guy she met during a family trip to the beach. Her mom knew what was going on but said nothing, and her dad was mostly oblivious. Her beach fling was several years older with a long-lasting, fat cock. She learned how good sex could be during that very hot, way-too-quick week at the beach. On the other hand, she never even considered asking him for his number. It was just a fling, after all.

The day after the fraternity mixer, Angie informed Tom they were going to meet again for a proper date. She quipped, "You can even bring the handcuffs with you." He laughed at her forwardness and told her he might just do that and decided to bring them along as a joke. Little did he know, he'd be wearing those plastic toy cuffs while he ate her pussy to orgasm later that night.

Four years later, Tom surprised her with the plastic cuffs again at their wedding reception. To the roar of their guests, he told of their first time meeting each other at the mixer. "We started off wearing the ball and chain – the wedding just made it official!" He didn't mention how the cuffs had been used after their first date but he did get a knowing wink from his new bride.

After twelve years of marriage, Tom adored his wife and still loved having sex with her as much as he loved eating her pussy after that first date. She almost always initiated sex between them and that was just fine with him. She had always been the aggressor in their sex life. He loved it when she teased him and made him beg to fuck her. There was an expectation that he would always bring her to orgasm with his tongue before she would even consider letting him in her pussy.

Even after all those years being together, Angie could still see the adoration in her husband's eyes. From the day they met, he only had eyes for her. He was the first man that ever put her on a pedestal, including her fat_her. Her mot_her made sure her fat_her never loved anyone more than her, and the other boys just wanted to get in her pants. But, Tom was different. He adored her unconditionally.

When they were still dating, she had got him to reveal his fantasy for being taken across her lap for a spanking. She found that she liked spanking him and indulged him in this fantasy often. It was always followed by him licking her pussy to orgasm and, if she was mad at him for any reason, or just not in the mood, he would be denied sex that night. He found her sexual dominance to be incredibly exciting!

When one of Angie's girlfriends admitted her husband had the hots for Angie and the girlfriend thought Tom was cute, they agreed to give swinging a try. However, the night was a bust for Angie when she couldn't get over the sounds coming from the other bedroom as her girlfriend cried out in pleasure from Tom's excellent oral skills. Angie couldn't continue and she and the husband ended up laying on the bed listening as they waited for Tom to finish fucking his wife to another orgasm in the next room. Angie would barely speak to Tom for a week, even though it was her idea to swap partners with her now EX-girlfriend. Eventually, Tom apologized and was told to never mention the evening again.

With Angie's recent promotion, they had decided to move into a big house in an upper middle-class suburb. They were the youngest couple on their street. They were trying to make new friends, but it was hard making friends in a neighborhood when you didn't have kids and your neighbors are either raising kids or their kids had already moved out. They tried getting involved in local events and going out to local bars, but so far they hadn't made any new friends. Their life was becoming a routine of work and hanging out together in their big, pretty, expensive house. Although Tom and Angie still loved each other, signs of tension were beginning to show in their marriage.

The primary sources of tension in the marriage were coming from Angie's boredom and her growing dissatisfaction with her sex life. She loved her husband and knew he would do anything she asked of him, but sometimes a girl just wants to be swept off her feet without telling her man what to do. One night, after spanking Tom and enjoying his tongue, she rolled over and sulked into her pillow. When her husband asked if everything was alright, she grumbled, "Sometimes, I just wish I could be spanked and well-fucked for a change." Tom was shocked at her frank comment and suggested he would be willing to give it a try for her, to which she responded with a caustic laugh, "You will NEVER spank MY ass and, I'm sorry dear, but I doubt I could ever be 'well-fucked' by you."

Tom couldn't believe his wife's insulting comments. He was just trying to be understanding. So, he grabbed his pillow and slept on the couch that night.

Angie knew she had hurt her husband's feelings but didn't really care until the next morning when she tried to apologize. "I'm sorry for being such a bitch. I don't know why I'm taking it out on you." She looked at her husband across the breakfast table and said, "Can I be honest with you?"

Tom nodded his head and waited nervously. She wasn't sure if she should continue but figured it was now or never. "I want ... no, I NEED to have better sex." She looked at her husband's hurt expression and could feel the anger start to rise within her. "I'm tired of feeling guilty for my crappy sex life. I know I should feel appreciative that I have a husband that loves to lick my pussy and will do whatever I want but I want more. I want to know what a big cock pounding me would actually feel like. It would be nice to have a man that not only wants my body but shows me how much he wants me by telling me to take my fucking clothes off and then he takes what he wants!" Her voice was growing louder as the rage that had built up was bubbling up to the surface. "I could buy a dog if I wanted a pet. I want a man! A man that wants to own me, that makes me want to beg for more and more. That pulls my hair and tells me he's not done fucking me yet. Do you really think you're that kind of man? Do you?!!" she shrieked.

Tom was shell-shocked. He didn't know what he could possibly say. He had no idea his wife was harboring these feelings. Watching her rage pour out like this was frightening and he could only think of one thing to say, "Are you going to divorce me?"

Angie felt like her head was going to explode, "NO! I didn't say I wanted a divorce! I said I wanted GOOD SEX!" She kicked the chair back and stormed out of the room. She didn't want to have this conversation anymore and she needed to get ready for work.

She was going to be a very difficult boss to work for today.

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CHAPTER 2
Later, as Angie drove home after a lousy day at work, she was feeling remorseful for the awful things she had hurled at her husband in the morning. She decided Tom would be getting a special treat that night after she apologized. He usually only got a blowjob on his birthday or their anniversary, but she felt she owed him at least that much. He really was a loving husband and she knew he deserved better than what he got that morning.

When she walked in the house, she was shocked to see flowers everywhere! Tom must have spent a small fortune at the florist. She could smell something cooking and followed the smell to the kitchen where her husband had on an apron and was stirring something on the stove. He turned when he heard her come into the kitchen and he had a repentant look on his face. Before she could say anything, Tom said, "I wish I could tell you that I can be the kind of man you need. And, I damn well will try to be if that is what you want from me. But, I don't think you could see me as that kind of man and I would just be pretending. So, if I can't be that kind of man, then I want to be the kind of man you do want in your life and in your house. Not a pet, but the kind of man that takes care of all your other needs. The kind of man that holds you when you're sad, laughs with you when you're happy and is always going to be your best friend. Of course, that means we still need to take care of that other part that needs to be satisfied. The man that can make you feel sexually excited and sexually satisfied. I think together we can find him. You're a beautiful, sexy woman and any man would be crazy to not want you in their bed. I've even found some apps and websites where we can start looking for him."

Tom stopped talking and waited to his wife's reaction to his little speech. He really hoped she wouldn't start yelling at him again because he didn't know what else he could do. Instead, he saw her shake her head and come across the kitchen to throw her arms around his shoulders and kiss him on the lips. She put the tip of her nose against his while looking him in the eye. "What did I do to deserve you?" she sighed.

After they finished dinner, Tom showed her the various dating and hook-up apps and the websites where people could get together depending on their particular interests. She looked at her husband and asked, "Are you really serious about me finding a lover? You're really going to be okay with that?" He nodded his head and she replied, "Because I can tell you, I'm not going to be okay with you doing it. We already tried that once before and it doesn't work for me." Tom assured her he had absolutely no desire to be with anybody other than his wife and he was enthusiastically in favor of her finding a lover.

Angie was realizing her tirade that morning may have been a turning point. Perhaps she really could have a loving husband at home and a lover on the side. As much as she'd like to deny the things she said in the morning, she knew they poured out of her because they were her true feelings. She really did crave a better sex life and was becoming incredibly frustrated at the one she had with her husband. Her feelings of remorse faded rapidly and were replaced by satisfaction that her husband had listened to her and understood things had to change. She felt empowered as she said to her husband, "It sounds like we need to get a profile setup, doesn't it?"

Tom couldn't believe he was setting up a dating profile for his wife to find another man to be her lover. Angie was dictating as he typed in the information she wanted to include in the profile. They decided her profile name would be Betty because her laugh sounded like Betty Rubble from the Flintstones. They also took pictures of her to include in the profile. In one of the pictures, she did her makeup and modified some of her clothes so she looked like a slutty little schoolgirl with pigtails. In another she was topless but put a hand over each breast teasingly. In another she was nude with the lights turned off except for the light streaming through the bathroom doorway that left her in silhouette. Tom loved the pictures and told her how sexy they were. She couldn't believe they were going to post these on the internet.

By the time they finished setting up the profile, Angie was horny. Knowing men would be ogling over her pictures and just thinking about hooking up with someone made her tingle with excitement. She told Tom, "I'm not going to fuck you tonight, but you will make me cum. I don't even want to see your little dick." She looked at him assertively as he appeared to shrink before her eyes. She decided he needed his ass beat before they did anything else. "Get upstairs and take off your pants and give me your belt," she demanded. "And then you can bend over the bed so I can whip your ass."

Tom saw the fire in her eyes and the determination in her voice as he sat in front of her. She always used her hand when she spanked him over her lap, so this was something new. He was trembling at the prospect. Seeing the fear in his eyes made Angie even more determined as she grabbed him by the chin and said in a stern voice, "Unless you want me to slap your face to get your attention, you better get your ass up those steps, NOW!"

Tom scrambled up the steps as Angie watched with an amused smile. He wanted to be her little bitch so it was time to treat him like one. She looked around the room at all the flowers and at the computer screen with the sexy picture of her smiling on the new dating profile. She decided this would be the night when things changed for her. She was going to find a real man that would give her what she wanted and her husband was going to become her little bitch.

CHAPTER 3
The next morning as they ate the breakfast Tom had cooked, Angie asked, "How does your ass feel today?"

Tom shyly responded, "It still tingles." He had looked in the mirror before getting dressed and admired the bruises and red belt stripes. Angie had not held back and really spanked him the night before. He had begged her to stop after ten strokes but she made him get back in position and gave him another ten. After the spanking, Angie told him to use his tongue and vibrator to bring her to multiple orgasms. When she was done, she had simply rolled over and went to sl_eep.

"I was hoping for more than a tingle. I guess I'll have to give you more next time," Angie replied. "I hope you think about me all day and how you deserved that whipping."

She sipped her coffee and watched her husband. She wondered if she'd been too harsh with him, but his dripping erection before she went to sl_eep suggested he liked it. Normally, she would have let him fuck her since he had tried so hard to please her, but things were going to be different now. She was feeling empowered and wanted him to know things were going to change. She was taking control of her sex life and was tired of using sex as a chore to please her husband.

She got up from the table, leaving the dishes for Tom to clear and said, "I know you're probably going to beat off as soon as I walk out the door, so I want you to think about something while you're doing it." She paused and gave him a long look before saying in a sharp tone, "I've never had any problem having orgasms ... but, I've never had an orgasm from your little dick." She let that sink in before continuing, "When we have sex, the only orgasms I have that aren't fake are when you use your tongue, when we use my toys, or when I finger my clit during your quick little 'pump and dump'. So, think about that while you imagine the men that are going to take this pussy away from you."

Tom was indeed thinking about masturbating as soon as he got the chance. He'd been horny as hell when she rolled over last night and he woke up even more desperate. However, he was speechless now. He had no idea his wife knew he liked to masturbate before going to work, he definitely didn't know she had never cum from his fucking and ... she faked orgasms? He watched in shock as she strutted away imperiously with the words 'Going to take this pussy away from you' echoing in his head. He never thought he was great in bed, but surely he wasn't as bad as she made it sound. Was he?


Angie was sitting at her desk and grabbed her phone to open the dating app. She was shocked to see 20 messages were already waiting in her inbox. As she scrolled through the messages, she noticed most of them weren't even from her area and all they wanted were more pictures. Some of them sent 'dick pics' which she viewed curiously but found distasteful for a first message. There were a few that she found interesting. Cute guys that wanted to chat online or in-person.

She laughed to herself and couldn't believe she was contemplating hooking up. She went ahead and sent a quick reply to the cute guys and decided to see how things went. This was going to be fun!

Meanwhile, Tom was staring out his office window feeling rejected and strangely excited at the same time. He couldn't believe his wife was no longer interested in him as a lover. He also couldn't believe she'd never had an orgasm from his cock in all these years having sex together. As he thought about it, the signs were there but he had ignored them. She liked to tease him about his 'little willy' but he always thought it was just playful banter and teasing. She could tell he liked the teasing, so he assumed she was doing it for his benefit. He didn't think she was being serious! Then, there were all the times when she would tell him to go to sl_eep after she had an orgasm and leave him frustrated with an erection. Again, she knew he liked when she was bitchy to him in bed and he assumed it was more of the teasing he liked. He wanted to believe this was all part of her playing the role of bitchy tease, but there was something different this time. She was angry and she was being honest. She really did think he had a little cock and she really did want someone else to be her lover. Would she really go through with it?

At first, she shared all the messages she received with her husband and showed him the prospects she was considering. It was more teasing. Then, she quit sharing and would just smile at him when they both would hear the chime of another message coming in. He would watch her replying to a message from someone that wanted to fuck his wife.

It didn't take long for both of them to find out that she was definitely going to go through with it. Within a week of posting on the dating app, Angie had setup her first date.

She could tell Tom was feeling squeamish about her meeting another man and that amused her. "Aww, is tommy afraid some big man is going to take his place in bed?" Despite the sexual tension in the house, they never had sex that week. Knowing Angie was going to get laid was all either of them could think about. She grabbed Tom's dick through his pants and said, "Hmm, it seems you are excited about me getting fucked too." She released his dick and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I need to take a shower and get ready for my date."

Tom watched nervously as his wife dried her shoulder length red hair. She had a towel wrapped around her torso that was held up by her 36C breasts. Her creamy white skin with scattered freckles looked even sexier tonight than usual. He could imagine the man standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her with a breast in each of his hands. She would be leaning against him with her head back against his shoulder enjoying his touch.

When she bent at the waist and threw her hair forward to blow-dry the back of her hair, Tom imagined the man standing behind her and thrusting into her from behind as she moaned in pleasure and begged for more.

When she finished blow-drying her hair, Angie dropped her towel and turned naked toward her husband. "Come powder me and then bring me the lingerie I laid on the bed." She had bought a silky, red bra and panty set with a garter to hold up the pantyhose she would wear under her dress. Tom scampered to his wife and took the powder puff and dusted it lightly across her nude body. He desperately wanted to squeeze and suck on her breasts as he lightly dusted them with the powder puff. Angie spread her legs with her hands on her hips and said, "Don't miss down there. I especially want to smell good there for my lover." She was smiling seductively as she watched her nervous husband tend to her. "Do you think he'll like taking off the lingerie I bought for him?" she asked.

"No doubt about it," Tom murmured as he dusted her ass. Oh, what he would give to kneel behind her and stick his tongue in her ass right now! His hands were shaking as his wife stood naked before him while seeming so out of his reach at the same time.

Angie finished applying her make-up before dressing in her silky red lingerie, short black dress and black fuck-me heels. Tom couldn't remember her ever dressing like this for one of their dates. This was clearly a woman that was going out with the expectation of getting laid before the night was over.

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CHAPTER 4

Her date knew she was married and had no problem when she said, "My husband will be in the hotel lounge, but don't worry, he'll stay out of the way. His job is to make sure you're not an ax mur_derer and to reserve the room for us." She decided there was no need for pretense. They both were there for the same reason. They were there to fuck.

Angie was sitting at the bar with a martini and Tom was sitting in a corner booth sipping a beer when her date arrived. They immediately recognized each other from the pictures they'd traded in messages and he made a beeline directly to the bar stool next to her. He didn't bother to look for her husband because he didn't care. His eyes were only interested in finding the hot woman who'd been telling him how badly she needed to be fucked.

Tom watched the tall, blond hair guy with tattoos on his muscular forearms approach his wife. Angie kissed him on the cheek as he sat next to her. Tom tried to imagine what the guy did for a job and whether he had a wife of his own back home as he watched them laughing and enjoying each other's company at the bar. When the guy got up to use the bathroom, Angie turned on her barstool toward her husband and winked and blew him a kiss. When the guy returned, he held out his hand toward Angie and helped her off the barstool and they left the bar.

Angie already had the hotel room key in her handbag. Tom was instructed to wait in the bar until she returned. It had been well over an hour since they left and Tom was getting nervous as he fidgeted in the booth and ordered another beer. He was hoping she would call and invite him up to the room to watch them but knew that was unlikely.

Finally, he saw the guy walk past the lounge toward the hotel exit. Just as Tom was getting ready to call his wife to see if she was okay, Angie walked into the bar and headed over to his booth.

"Did you miss me?" Angie said in a sultry, soft voice as she slid into the booth next to her husband. Tom could tell she was a little dru_nk. She sat right next to him and put her head on his shoulder with a sigh. "That was lovely," she cooed pleasurably. It was surreal as Tom put his arm around his wife's shoulders. You would have thought she just finished an appointment at the spa. At a glance, you would never guess she had just spent over an hour having sex with a complete stranger.

Tom noticed her makeup and hair were a bit messed up and she was no longer wearing pantyhose. He could imagine her bright red lipstick smeared on the blond guy's erection and her pantyhose being ripped off as they tore each other's clothes from their bodies. "Sooo, it sounds like you had fun?" Tom offered.

She left her head on his shoulder and replied, "I can't believe I waited so long to do that. It was ... it was lovely," she repeated. She sat up as the waiter approached their table. He recognized her from the bar and raised his eyebrows curiously. Angie ignored his curiosity and ordered a glass of wine. She turned to her husband with a devilish smile and said, "I think the waiter thinks I'm an escort." She considered that for a moment and then said, "Or maybe he does know you're my husband, and thinks you're a cuckold and I'm a slut." Tom shifted uncomfortably in the booth. In his imagination, everyone for the past hour had been staring at the cuckold in the corner. Angie was amused by his discomfort. "So, how did it feel to sit here waiting, knowing your wife was getting fucked?"

"Honestly ... I've been sitting here with a hard-on the entire time," Tom admitted.

Angie put her hand on Tom's thigh and slid it up slowly until she could feel his cock through his pants. Indeed, it was hard. The waiter was walking back with her wine and she told her husband, "We should get that to go. I'll tell you all about it in our room. Maybe you can get your first taste of another man's cum." Tom immediately asked the waiter for the check.

Once they were in their hotel room, Tom could see the blankets were pushed off the bed on the floor and the smell of sex was still lingering in the air. Earlier, he had ordered a bottle of champagne for the room and it was upside down in the bucket with the glasses sitting half empty next to the bed. Angie slid off her dress and Tom could see she wasn't wearing any underwear as she stood in front of him naked. As she climbed onto the bed, he could see a red handprint on her ass. Angie saw him looking and said in a tipsy voice, "He slapped my ass when he fucked me on my hands and knees." She smiled as she lay on her back and added, "That was after I sucked him hard and he fucked me missionary before I rode him like a stallion."

Tom quickly stripped off his clothes and climbed onto the bed into her outstretched arms. She pulled him tightly against her and pressed her lips against his. He could taste the wine on her breath. It might have been in his head, but there was some other taste there as well. She smelled different to him. He could still smell her perfume and the powder he had put on her a few hours before, but there seemed to be some other smell. It was musky like a locker room. He realized it must be the smell of their combined perspiration. An hour or more of hot, sweaty sex would be quite a workout. He couldn't remember ever having sex for half that long.

She released him and said, "So, do you want to taste me while I tell you all about it?"

Tom didn't wait for a second invitation and climbed between her legs to see the messy, drying cum that was smeared all over the lips of her pussy and her upper thighs. He thought he might gag when he got closer but she coaxed him by putting a finger into her pussy and after a few thrusts she pulled it out and offered her wet digit to him. He sucked her finger and swooned at the heady aroma and succulent taste. He wasted no more time and dove into his task.

Angie gave him a blow-by-blow account of the evening. How she got on her knees and pulled out her lover's big cock to give him a blowjob. How much he liked it when she sucked his balls. How they fucked in different positions. How she rode him to another orgasm. She couldn't remember how many orgasms she had, but she had at least one in every position. After her lover came, he told her to suck his cock clean and she gladly obliged the man that could finally satisfy her after all these years.

When she finished telling Tom her account of the evening, she asked if he wanted sloppy seconds. Of course, Tom jumped at the opportunity and quickly moved up her body to mount her. As his dick entered her pussy, he marveled at how loose and wet it felt. She, on the other hand, marveled at how truly small Tom felt after the cock she had just enjoyed. In less than a minute, Tom finally got to have the first orgasm in his wife's pussy in more than a month.

As he opened his eyes to look at Angie lying under him, he didn't see the passion of a woman that was enjoying sex. Instead, he saw his wife's amused, indifferent eyes looking back at him. He immediately rolled from between her legs and regretted having fucked her despite her offer of sloppy seconds. Angie almost laughed at his guilty reaction. She rolled onto her side, facing him with her head on the pillow next to his, and said softly, "Sorry honey, but I don't want to fake it anymore. Your fucking really doesn't do anything for me."

Tom buried his head against her shoulder to avoid looking into her admonishing eyes. "I know. I'm sorry."


The next day, Tom was surprised when his wife told him she didn't intend to see the blond again. "I'm glad I did it," she said. "It really was lovely to be fucked that well and I may decide to do it again someday. But, to be honest, I like sex with somebody I have a relationship with and I can't see me in a relationship with him. That reminded me of my past flings and I always feel a bit empty afterward. I wish you had a friend that turned me on. I guess we need to find me a boyfriend."

Tom was only aware of Angie's one fling at the beach before she met him. He wondered if there were more. But, he was awestruck at the thought of his wife having a 'boyfriend'. It was hard enough to imagine her going out for an occasional hook-up, but the thought of her having another man in her life that might take his place was ... terrifying. However, he still couldn't get over how turned on he got thinking about her with another man.

Tom said in a supportive voice, "I'm just going to follow your lead on all of this, honey." Angie rolled her eyes as she walked away. Of course he would follow her lead. He always followed her lead. The urgent fire burning within her had been tempered momentarily, but now she knew she needed more. If anything, she was even more determined to fill this void in her life. Good sex was no longer something she was willing to live without. Burying her needs and desires by focusing on her career and marriage was only creating resentment and frustration. For the sake of her marriage and her sanity, she would fix this problem the way she solved all of her problems. She would look for the opportunity and nothing would get in her way.

CHAPTER 5

Angie looked out the big windows facing her front yard and saw Tom talking to their neighbor. She was trying to remember his name. It was Dan or Dean or Don or something like that, and his wife's name was Maxine. He called her Max. They were an older couple and had come over with a welcome basket right after Angie and Tom moved in. They seemed really friendly, but they left for a couple of months to travel somewhere right after that introduction. As a result, they had hardly seen each other.

Tom had been cutting the grass on their one-acre lot and came in for a glass of lemonade a short while later. He was all sweaty when he walked into the kitchen where Angie was catching up on the weekend cleaning. "I was just talking to our neighbor Dom. They're back from their vacation home in Colorado and want us to come over for a barbeque later. What do you think?"

Angie was dreading another meal at home and going out to dinner didn't hold much more appeal, so she jumped at the chance to socialize with their neighbors. She asked Tom what they should bring and he replied, "Dom said they have some elk from one of his hunts so we only need to bring a dessert. He suggested a cherry tart or cherry pie would go great with the elk." Angie was surprised that he requested a specific dessert, but she never had elk so maybe he was just being helpful.

When the young couple knocked on their neighbor's door later that afternoon, Angie was carrying the first homemade pie she had ever made in her life and Tom had a bottle of red wine. They were dressed in their country club outfits. Tom wore tan chinos, a black button-down shirt and loafers with no socks while Angie chose white jeans, a blue and white striped button-down blouse with a white sweater tied over her shoulders and high heeled sandals. They were never sure how to dress in the suburbs so they fell back on their college preppy look when in doubt.

When the door opened, the smell of bread baking and the sounds of Miles Davis' trumpet came from somewhere inside the house. Their hosts greeted them with broad smiles and hugs. The young couple immediately felt overdressed.

Dominick looked to be in his 50s and had thick black hair, a Mediterranean complexion and a gold stud earring in his left earlobe. Although older, his broad shoulders and biceps were stretching his half-unbuttoned, short-sleeve, collarless shirt, showing that he still worked out. He had a hairy chest with gold chains and he had rings on several of his fingers. His hands were thick and strong showing the years of hard, manual labor. He was wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and sandals. However, it was his eyes that first caught Angie's attention. They were hazel with flecks of gold and light brown. Depending on how the light hit them, they seemed to change from brown to green. What she found most captivating was the way his eyes seemed to pierce to her soul like he was scanning for something hidden and was amused by what he found.

His wife, Maxine, looked to be younger than him and wore her platinum blonde hair short with dark highlights, which really accentuated her thin face and big eyes. Tom thought she looked a bit like Robin Wright who played Claire Underwood on the House of Cards TV show. She was wearing a green, sleeveless, low-cut top that stretched over her round breasts. Her curvy hips and ass were highlighted by light green yoga pants with an outline of her panty lines visible. Her gold sandals matched the gold bracelets, dangly necklaces and hoop earrings she was wearing. Around her right ankle, she had a tattoo that looked like an ornate Indian style chain with a heart-shaped locket. Tom also noticed the tattoo between her breasts. It was a flower with stems and leaves that seemed to follow the contours of her breasts as it disappeared under her shirt. He wondered if these were her only tattoos.

Their host invited them inside with his deep, baritone voice. "Welcome to our house and thank you so much for coming over. We've been anxious to finally meet our new neighbors." Tom and Angie awkwardly held up their offerings and Dom took the wine while putting his big hand on Tom's shoulder. "Ah, a fine choice. The Stag's Leap Petite Syrah. We'll open this one while the other wine is decanting." Tom had spent twice as much as usual for a bottle of wine but had a feeling it wasn't going to be as good as the one Dom was serving.

Maxine took the cherry pie in one hand and put her arm around Angie's waist, steering her toward the kitchen. "That looks delicious, dear. I can't wait to try it. Do you mind helping me with the deviled eggs? They're Dom's favorite and he'll want them on a tray before he starts the grill."

While the ladies went to the kitchen, Dom steered Tom into the living room where there was a bar in the corner of the room. The living room was beautiful but a bit ostentatious for Tom's taste. The walls were covered in dark wood paneling and the furniture was leather and velvet. One entire wall was a bookcase that even included a sliding ladder to get to the top levels. Tom imagined their bedroom probably had a round bed with leopard print blankets and mirrors on the ceiling.

"What are you drin_king?" Dom asked in his booming voice. He waved his arm toward the bottles of whiskey, rum, brandy and various other liq_uors. Tom recognized some of them as high-end liq_uors he had only heard about.

"Actually, I could go for a beer if you've got one," Tom shrugged. Dom nodded and reached under the bar where there must have been a refrigerator. He held up an IPA from one of the local brewpubs and a Guinness in each hand. Tom pointed at the IPA and Dom popped the cap off using one of the rings on his finger. "That's a cool trick I haven't seen since college," Tom laughed.

Dom gave him a friendly smile as he poured some Johnny Walker Blue into a crystal glass. "I wish I had gone to college. I can't even imagine all the pussy you must have got. You look like a fraternity guy. Were the frat parties as crazy as they say?"

Tom told Dom he actually met his wife at a fraternity party. He told the whole story and Dom laughed while listening. "So, she was the only broad you dated the whole time you were in college?" he asked incredulously. Tom nodded and Dom shook his head saying, "Man, it almost seems a waste to have missed an opportunity like that. Chicks must have been dropping their panties all the time for a good-looking guy like you." Tom just shook his head in amusement. Then Dom raised his eyebrows knowingly and got a conspiratorial look on his face and said, "She must have been incredible in the sack. Why try the rest, when you already have the best? Right?" Dom clinked his glass against Tom's bottle in toast to his good fortune.

Dom explained that his family owned a fishing fleet and he went into the family business straight out of high school. He was always good with motors and equipment and came up with an invention to improve the way fish can be flash frozen. He sold the invention to a large corporation and became an instant millionaire with royalties continuing to roll in. "I couldn't wait to get away from the fishing business and retired the day I signed the agreement. I haven't worked in almost a decade. Now, I spend my time finding ways to have fun and try to keep my wife from driving me crazy" he said with a grin.

Dom got up from his big, comfortable chair and motioned for Tom to follow him. "Let's go see what the girls are up to. I should probably get the grill started soon."

Angie and Maxine were in the kitchen chatting and making plates of appetizers when the men walked into the room. Angie held up a carrot that was carved to look something like a leaf and said, "Max is teaching me how to carve veggies," she said happily. Tom was a little surprised. His wife generally hated cooking so seeing her acting domestic was entertaining. He saw the other vegetables on the tray and could immediately tell which were his wives and which were done by Max. There were radishes and tomatoes and fruits carved like different flowers. Well, at least Max's looked like flowers.

"Max was bored so she decided to become a caterer," Dom said as he took a deviled egg off the plate. "She got tired of the catering business but she did learn how to cook and do some cool stuff like this!"

Max slapped his hand playfully and said, "Can't you even wait until we put the trays on the patio table?"

"You know I'm not good at waiting on anything or anyone, my dear."

Max shook her head and with an eye roll she carried the trays to the screened in patio at the back of the house. Tom was surprised how different the house next door was from their own. The young couple could barely furnish their entire house and had a small deck built on the back. This house had a patio right off the kitchen with a big screen TV over a fireplace, a comfortable L-shaped couch and a dining room size table. There were ottomans in front of the couch and ani_mal-skin rugs were on the floors and hanging from the walls. It was like something you would see in a hunting lodge on a Hallmark movie. Dom would boast later he had personally shot all of the ani_mals displayed in the room. Angie physically cringed at his revelation.

Outside of the screened-in patio, Dom had a fire going in a large, stone fireplace grill and had a plate full of meat sitting on the ledge next to the grill opening. "I've got ribeyes and a rib rack ready to go on the grill, babe. What do you say we pick up the pace and get the rest of the sides moving?" Dom instructed his wife. He turned to Tom and said, "Why don't you pour us some of that wine you brought?"

Tom noticed Angie stiffen. She didn't like the way Dom was talking to his wife, but Max didn't seem to take any offense and hurried back inside to work on the side dishes. Dom turned on the television and found a football game to watch. Tom wondered what his wife would say if he had the audacity to order her around like that. When she quit laughing, she'd probably make him cook for the rest of the month.

Dinner was served without incident and the conversation flowed easily as the wine was flowing. The older couple had a lot of questions and showed a lot of interest in the younger couple. Angie told all about her job and her rise through the ranks in a tough business. It was evident they were both quite impressed with Angie's aggressive and no-nonsense approach. Tom mostly downplayed his job and his role at his company, but his wife came to his defense and let them know he was a rock star and being way too humble.

Angie was really taken with Maxine but was wary of Dom after she saw how he interacted with his wife. She couldn't help but notice that Max didn't seem to object to her husband's demands at all. Angie wanted to turn the conversation toward their hosts and said, "I couldn't help but notice your beautiful tattoos Max. Is there meaning behind them?"

Max smiled demurely and looked shyly toward her husband. He was leaning back in his chair with his hands folded in front of him. He waited a moment and then said in an even tone, "Well, show them your tattoos, my dear."

Angie and Tom watched as Max grabbed the bottom of her shirt and, with no inhibition at all, she lifted it over her head and off. She sat at the head of the table topless. Her breasts had a seductive fullness with prominent nipples that made the tattoo even more erotic. There was a violet orchid between and just below her breasts with vines extending from the orchid in either direction with more smaller flowers blooming under each of her breasts. If you looked close enough, you would see a small bee on one of the flowers. The detail in the flowers, branches and leaves was incredible. However, the bigger surprise was the gold hoops through the nipple piercings!

Angie was shocked and put her hand to her mouth before saying, "Ohmigod, that must have been so painful. It's ... beautiful!"

Tom just stared wide-eyed at the tattoo and at Max's very ... naked ... boobs. He glanced at Dom and saw he was watching him with a big smile on his face. "Nice tits, huh?"

Tom quickly looked at his wife and then Max with a terrified look on his face. He wasn't sure how to answer so he said, "That is one of the most beautiful tattoos I've ever seen."

Max smiled kindly at Tom and said, "I got it done for Dom's birthday many years ago." She looked at her husband lovingly and said with a smooch, "I'm glad you still think they're magnificent."

Dom asked if anyone else needed wine and both Tom and Angie thrust their glasses toward him for a refill. He refilled their glasses from the decanter as his wife stood up and, in a demonstration of her limberness, she put her right foot up on the table so she could show off her ankle tattoo. "Dom got me this one. It used to be that wearing an anklet on your right ankle meant you were a hotwife. The chain and lock are a symbol of his ownership of me. I love the feminine look of the chain."

Dom winked at his wife. After putting her foot back on the floor, Dom raised his glass in toast, "To my hotwife that I own with all of my heart and soul."

Tom and Angie weren't sure what to do, so they hesitatingly grabbed their glasses and held them up to return the toast. They downed half their glasses in one dri_nk as the older couple smiled lovingly at one another.


When Tom and Angie got home, they walked through the door and looked at each other with wide eyes and Tom said, "Wow! That's got to be the craziest dinner party we've ever attended!"

Angie agreed and said, "I still can't get over how much it must have hurt to get her nipples pierced and the tattoos on her boobs. And she did it all for ... for him! Did you hear what she said? 'His ownership of me?' I can't believe she lets him treat her that way. She's so sweet."

Tom gave an appreciative look, saying, "You've got to admit, she's got a nice rack for a lady her age." Angie punched him in the arm and they went up to their bedroom where they got naked and had sex – Angie even let him fuck her that night but, as usual, didn't bother faking an orgasm. She was preoccupied thinking about her brutish neighbor.

When she rolls her eyes at the cuck as he's trying to be supportive by telling her he'll follow her lead, you know the vessel has indeed broken. Nice chapter!

Thanks cw!

Aaah! Very nice indeed. I'm a little suspicious that you are not at all done with Max and Don! Great stuff!

Great story!

Mr Fire you may be right

CHAPTER 6

Angie had found a new friend in Max and the two ladies got together many times over the next couple of weeks. One night, Max showed her how to cook Veal Cordon Bleu, Dom's favorite meal, and Angie brought some home for dinner with Tom. While they ate, she rambled on about how much fun she was having with Max and how nice it was to finally have a friend in the neighborhood. She said, "It turns out Max was a paralegal and married to a lawyer at one time. Can you imagine, going from a lawyer as your husband to ... Dom?"

Tom shrugged and said, "I don't know. Dom is smart, friendly enough and does not lack for confidence. He's not pretentious or fake like most of the people we've met. And he's rich. He seems like the kind of guy women would fall for pretty easy."

Angie shrugged and said, "I still don't know how she puts up with his attitude. It's not like he's mean about it or anything, but he just tells her what he wants her to do and she does it without saying a word. She doesn't even seem to mind that he bosses her around like that."

Tom looked at his wife teasingly and said, "Honey, not everyone needs to be in control all the time. Besides, you heard her when she said he owned her."

Tom was surprised when his wife didn't fire back a retort to his teasing and she seemed to be contemplating instead. "I've thought about that and I convinced myself that she meant he owned her heart or something sweet like that, but now I'm not so sure. I've never met a woman that was so into her husband. There's something more going on there." Then, she remembered something else. "She did tell me that she's had sex with a lot of guys and none of them even came close to Dom in the sack."

Tom laughed and said, "Uh oh, she better watch out or the neighbor lady is going to seduce her husband!" Angie shook her head playfully at her husband but didn't say any more as she thought about her neighbors.


A few nights later, Angie came home after visiting Max and seemed to be in a daze. Tom asked her if she was alright as she came into the living room and plopped into the recliner across from him. He knew she went to watch a chick flick with her new friend and assumed she must have drank a bit of wine during the past few hours.

"You're not going to believe it. I knocked on the door but nobody answered so I assumed they were probably on the patio in the back of the house. Since she knew I was coming over, I let myself in and started to go back there when I noticed a light in the living room. When I peeked in there ..." She paused and Tom leaned forward in his chair with a curious look on his face. Angie looked at him with disbelief and said, "Dom was sitting in one of those big leather chairs drin_king a whiskey and Max was on her knees in front of him giving him a blowjob." Tom's eyes got wide as he listened to his wife. She continued, "They both noticed me but she didn't even stop. He just smiled and waved for me to sit down on the couch. I said I was sorry for walking in and would come back later but he said, 'No, please just sit, she's almost done. Then he actually asked me if I wanted to join her!" she said in disbelief.

Now Tom was totally engrossed in her recollection and asked, "So, did you?"

"No! But, for some reason, I did go ahead and sit down on the couch and watch them." Angie shook her head like she couldn't believe what she had seen. She looked at her husband again and said, "You won't believe how big he is." She held up one hand and made a 'C' with her fingers and thumb with more than an inch between the tips of her fingers and thumb. "Obviously, he was a lot longer than you, but it was so ... so fat!" she said incredulously. "I don't know how she was getting her mouth all the way around it. He kept stroking her hair until he got ready to cum and then he grabbed a handful of her hair and held her mouth on him while he shot off in her mouth. She never even tried to pull her mouth away. She kept sucking him until he let go of her hair."

"Then what happened?"

Angie shrugged and said, "Then she just got up like it was nothing and said how surprised she was to see me. When I told her she invited me over to watch the movie she apologized and said she thought that was tomorrow. Then, we went and watched the movie on the patio."

"And that was it? She didn't say anything else about what happened?"

"Yeah, later she apologized again, but then she asked me if I saw how big his cock was. I told her it looked huge." Angie gave a funny smile and added, "She asked me how big you were and I showed her." Angie held her thumb and index finger about four inches apart with an unimpressed look on her face.

Tom opened his mouth in protest and said, "I'm bigger than that!" Angie rolled her eyes and shook her head 'No'.

"They invited us to dinner again this weekend," Angie said. "Dom said the two of you talked about it the other night."

Tom had gone with Dom to a martini lounge the previous weekend. It was a place where you could smoke cigars and sit in big comfortable chairs while a cocktail waitress in a very short dress would make sure you were well taken care of. She'd light or relight your cigar and make sure your glass was always full. It was evident they all knew Dom well.

It had been a strange evening where Tom felt he was being interviewed while being entertained at the same time at a fancy place. Dom asked lots of questions about Tom and Angie's marriage and came to the conclusion that Tom liked her being in charge and would do anything to make his wife happy. Tom didn't disagree. Tom was also drin_king his first Manhattan and after the second one, things got a bit fuzzy. He wasn't sure but he might have drank a third one as well. Dom was joking with him about his sex life and asked if he was a virgin when he met his wife. Tom started to lie but blushingly admitted he lost his virginity to his wife not long after they met. He also had to admit that he was not her first and she taught him how to please her. Dom told him he was a lucky man because most men hadn't been properly trained to please their wives. He seemed to remember telling Dom that he wasn't a jealous guy and didn't mind if she had other lovers, but he couldn't remember that part of the evening very well. He was getting pretty dru_nk by that point.

"I guess we could have talked about dinner. If you'll remember, I was pretty dru_nk when I came home that night."

Angie laughed, "Yeah, I remember. You came home and told me you and Dom figured out what it was I needed and then you passed out." She looked at her husband with an accusatory frown.

Tom gave her a sheepish look, "I'm sure it was something good ..... I just wish I could remember."

Great story. Great storytelling.

This one is getting better and better. Excellent work.

CHAPTER 7

The success of a dinner party is based on a few important factors – good conversation, good food and a warm, welcoming environment. Dom and Max were bending over backward to make this a great dinner party. Max had phoned Angie and suggested a theme party – a roman feast! They could all wear togas and Max would come up with a multi-course menu fit for a king. They'd dri_nk Italian wine and have limoncello with their dessert. Angie was reminded of her sorority days and thought it sounded incredibly fun. She went out the next day to rent toga costumes for her and Tom.

When they entered the house on the day of the party, Dom and Max welcomed them with big grins wearing their togas, sandals and gold crowns. There was opera music playing throughout the house and the smell of succulent food emanated from the kitchen. The older couple had gone all out and rented props fit for a Hollywood set. They decorated their house with faux white columns draped with greenery, faux marble statues and red drapes at each of the doorways. They even had a fountain with a little cherub peeing in the center of the foyer inside the front door. You could feel the energy in the air already.

Tom and Angie were wearing white togas with gold sashes around their waists, ivy wreaths on their heads and peasant sandals. Angie hadn't been so excited to attend a party in years. She pointed to Max's crown and said laughingly, "I didn't realize we were coming to the king and queen's palace."

Dom put his arm around his wife and replied in his booming voice, "Well, of course you are. It's only fitting, don't you think? Perhaps, you will get a chance to pay homage later." They all laughed and made their way to the bar in the wood-paneled living room where Dom had wine open and four wine glasses ready to be filled.

Tom hurried over ahead of the group and grabbed the bottle and said in a playful voice, "Please your majesty, let me fill your cup." He filled all of their glasses and handed one to each person. Max stroked his cheek affectionately as she took the glass from him. They all toasted to a wonderful evening together.

Dom suggested to Angie, "Why don't you help your queen ready the first round of this feast. I've seen all of the things she is working on and it looks like we are in for a splendid meal tonight."

Angie took Max's hand and curtsied saying, "Milady." Max smiled at her and with a nod she led the way to the kitchen.

When the women had left the room, Dom sat in one of the comfortable leather chairs and motioned Tom toward the other. "So, I told Max about our discussion last weekend and she's really excited about tonight." Tom looked at Dom with confusion. "You do remember our conversation, don't you? When you told me that Angie wants other lovers and you were fine with that. And when I told you I wasn't a jealous man either and I thought my wife would thoroughly enjoy her very own pussy boy to lick her pussy whenever she wanted. You thought that sounded wonderful and I've got to tell you ... Max couldn't be more excited about it. She can't wait!"

Tom felt sick to his stomach. None of this sounded familiar. What else had they discussed that he couldn't remember? He looked at Dom with anxiety in his eyes. "Dom, I'm sorry but I don't remember any of this conversation. I was really dru_nk."

Dom stared at him with his piercing eyes before responding. "You don't remember telling me your wife needed to find someone she could trust being vulnerable with? That she was looking for someone to take her pussy away from you. That you 'both' wanted to serve a couple like us? Damn, boy, this was supposed to be your coming out party."

Dom never let his gaze waver as Tom tried to look him in the eye before staring at the floor in front of him. Finally, Dom said dismissively, "That's okay. It may have been dru_nk talk, but I think you were telling me the truth. I think you both really are looking for someone like us to take you under our wings and make your lives more exciting. I don't think you want to disappoint my wife, do you?"

Tom looked up and didn't know what to say. This man and his incredibly hot wife were offering her pussy to him. Of course, he didn't want to disappoint them! However, Angie would never go for something like this. She had already warned him. Before he could say anything, Dom stood up and said, "Don't worry. You just let me do the talking tonight. Understand?" Tom never responded as Dom walked out of the room and left him sitting in the chair.

When they all sat down at the table, there was food everywhere. There were little plates of every kind of fruit and vegetable appetizer imaginable. There was a charcuterie board. There was bread with olive oil and vinegar to dip. Max informed them that this was only the first course and there would be more coming. The smell of cooked meats and sauces were becoming more prominent.

Tom was quiet after his conversation with Dom. He didn't know if he should tell his wife they should leave so he could explain himself or just wait and see what Dom would say. Angie seemed to be having fun helping Max and was unknowingly playing the servant girl role they were expecting. Dom was encouraging her by asking her to feed him some grapes and suggesting she should refill his and Max's glasses of wine. The wine was going down pretty quick for everyone. Dom also started calling Tom 'boy' and would order him to do different things for him. Angie loved it every time she heard him refer to her husband as 'boy' and started to do it herself as she got tipsy from the wine.

As the dinner progressed and there was a lull in the conversation, Dom decided it was time to move the evening along. "So, Angie dear, did you enjoy watching my wife pleasure me the other night?"

Angie almost cho_ked on what she was eating. "Ummm ... actually, I thought it was really hot," she said with a sheepish grin.

"I was disappointed that you didn't want to join her," Dom admitted. "From what my wife tells me, boy doesn't have much to offer so I thought you'd enjoy the chance to experience something a bit more ... substantial," he said as he looked at Tom.

Angie was taken back by Dom's bold statement but, when she saw her husband shrink submissively at the words, she perked up. She sat up straighter and said, "I was just shocked when I saw what you were doing and thought I was intruding."

"So, you're saying you would have enjoyed it?" Dom pressed.

Angie considered this and said, "Yes, I think I would have." Her face was flushing but she tried not to show how nervous she was by this conversation.

"Well, Angie dear, or perhaps I should call you Betty," Dom said as he referred to the name she was using on her dating profile. Angie shot a venomous look at her husband before turning back to Dom as he continued. "I truly can't think of anything I would enjoy more than sharing my large cock with you. From what your husband told me, he wouldn't mind either." Angie glared at her husband who was nervously fidgeting in his chair. Tom couldn't deny it because he didn't know what he told Dom.

Dom continued, "Do you know that in the Roman era, they would have these feasts that would last hours and during the feast they would be entertained by minstrels and bards singing songs and jesters doing tricks and, of course, by having sex." Dom spread his arms and said, "Let us make this night our fantasies come true. What do you say?"

Angie looked to her friend Max who was sitting next to her. Max was resting her chin on her hands and smiling at Angie. She reached for Angie's hand and gave it a squeeze to let her know that she approved. Remembering Max saying that she'd never had a better lover than Dom, made Angie's panties wet. Unknown to Tom, Angie had fingered herself to several orgasms during the past week thinking about being fucked by Dom's big cock. Angie looked at her husband with a defiant look before saying to Dom, "I'd love to see your big cock again."

Dom smiled and said, "So be it, but first I think we should have some entertainment." He turned to his wife and said, "My dear, Tom so enjoyed seeing your magnificent breasts at our last dinner and they still haven't seen all of your piercings. Would you be so kind as to remove your toga and show them where else you are pierced?"

Max didn't hesitate as she got up from her chair and slowly, sexily removed her toga. She wasn't wearing anything underneath so she was completely naked standing beside the table with the toga at her feet. Dom got up from his chair and walked next to her to clear a space on the table and told her to lie down on it. She laid on the table with her legs spread, exposing her naked pussy. He motioned to their two guests to come join him at the side of the table.

As they stood on either side of him, they saw the three gold rings through the piercings in her inner labia. He told Max to put her feet on the table so they could get a better view of her pussy. The young couple could see that each ring went through the labia on both sides of her pussy opening and were sealed by a gold ball. The rings effectively sealed her pussy from penetration by anything bigger than a finger. She also had a piercing that was just below and behind her clitoris called a triangle piercing. It was a gold ring with a gold ball on either end.

"You see," Dom explained. "My sweet wife had a condition that resulted in quite intense pain whenever she had penetrative sex. She didn't tell me about her discomfort at first because she didn't want to deny me the pleasure of her pussy. However, when the pain became too much, she couldn't hide it anymore. Of course, I was disappointed. But my disappointment was more that she wasn't honest with me. We both knew she would continue to suffer for me so the proper thing to do would be to permanently seal her cunt so she wouldn't have to feel that pain ever again. On the positive side, her clit piercing causes her to be easily stimulated and there is still plenty of room for a tongue and fingers."

Angie and Tom stood there staring at her pussy with wide eyes and mouths agape. Angie asked in astonishment, "Didn't that hurt?"

Max replied, "It wasn't any worse than the tattoos."

Dom said, "boy, you told me your wife trained you to be a good pussy licker. Why don't you show us what you've learned. You'll find that playing with her clit piercing makes her very happy."

Tom looked to his wife but she was still in shock and just nodded her head. So, he stood between Max's spread legs and bent over to put his tongue against the gold balls over her clit and rolled the piercing with his tongue. He could smell her musky scent and knew she was very aroused. He slid his tongue all over her clit and could feel the gold balls on the ring bouncing to the rhythm of his tongue.

Dom and Angie were watching from behind and Tom could hear Dom ask, "May I?" Angie nodded her head and allowed Dom to fondle her breast as they watched her husband pleasure Dom's wife as she lay with her legs splayed open on the table. This time, Angie had no problem with her husband pleasuring another woman and it wasn't long before she followed Dom to his chair and got on her knees before him. She raised his toga and found his large cock already semi-hard. She took it in her mouth and wrapped her lips around his impressive girth. She'd never imagined a cock could be this wide. She kept sliding her lips up and down his cock and was getting more and more excited as she did so.

Max was stroking Tom's hair as he licked her clit and slid a finger in and out of her pussy. He was afraid of hurting her at first but her encouragement helped spur him on. It had been a long time since she had such an eager tongue in her pussy. She started to gyrate her hips and he responded by more urgently licking her pleasure center. She was getting close and mashed his face against her cunt. She turned her head to see her husband watching her. He had a pleasurable smile on his face. Things couldn't be going any better. Right before her orgasm, she pushed Tom away and sat up on the edge of the table and caught her breath. In a whisper she said, "Let's go boy. We need to get the food ready for the next course of the feast."

Tom looked at the end of the table where Dom was sitting in his chair, wearing his crown, while watching Tom with a triumphant smile on his face. He could see Dom's toga was pulled up and he had his hand on the back of Angie's head guiding her lips back and forth on his large cock. It was the most erotic thing Tom could ever imagine seeing. He wanted to stay and watch but Max nudged him forward. She had slipped her toga back on and had a commanding air about her. He was her servant now and she was anxious for him to please his new Queen.

When Tom returned to the patio carrying the large tray with their next course, his wife was sitting on Dom's lap and Dom's hand was under her toga. By the look of pleasure on her face, Tom assumed Dom was fingering her. She never even acknowledged that her husband was in the room. Tom cleared the table of the first course dishes before laying the food out as Max had instructed. He couldn't help but watch as his wife moaned pleasurably and smiled in appreciation at the man fingering her pussy.

"You are a lucky man, boy," Dom said from his chair. "This slut can really suck cock." Tom looked at his wife and expected her to object for_cefully to being called a 'slut' but her dreamy eyes and smile never faded as she enjoyed the attention he was giving her pussy. If Tom had ever called her a slut, she wouldn't have talked to him for a month.

Max entered the room with more food and told Tom to quit toddling and do what she had told him. "Why aren't all of the glasses refilled and the dishes removed to the kitchen? Should whipping your ass be our next entertainment?" When Tom looked at her with wide eyes, she said, "Yes, your wife told me how you like to have your pants pulled down and your ass turned red like a naughty little boy." Tom shot a stern look toward his wife but she laughed at him in return.

Dom announced it was time for the next course and removed his hand from under Angie's toga. He held two of his fingers up for Angie to taste her own wetness and then he nodded toward her chair. She gave a pouty look but returned to her chair with a slap on her ass from Dom. "The two of you have seen what we have to offer but we have yet to see either of you nude. How about we plan for that next? Eat first, of course, and then we'll let the show begin," Dom announced in a commanding tone.

Suddenly, Tom wasn't hungry anymore and it wasn't only because of all the food they'd already eaten. After seeing Dom's large cock, he really didn't want to be naked in front of any of them. Obviously, his wife had been telling Max about their sex life so he could only assume she told her that he was too small to give her an orgasm.

Angie was floating on a cloud of sensual overload. She had fantasized about Dom's large cock since seeing it earlier in the week and now she had experienced it in her mouth. She desperately wanted that fat fucking thing in her pussy more than she wanted to eat any more food. But, she would play along and do whatever it took. This night was like a dream and she hoped it would never end.

When Dom noticed Tom wasn't eating, he said to his wife, "It seems your boy doesn't like what you made my dear. Perhaps, he is anxious to get to the next part of tonight's entertainment." Max smiled back at him in anxious anticipation. The anxiety in Tom's eyes was evident to all at the table. It also made them all even more eager. Dom commanded, "Why don't you remove your toga for us and leave it off for the remainder of the evening? We're going to play a game. You will be our servant. If we give you a task and you don't do it properly, then you get a smack on the ass with a willow switch." Dom pointed to the corner where there were several thin branches sitting in a vase with water.

"I cut them myself this morning," Max said. "When I misbehaved as a young girl, my mo_ther would make me cut my own switch and bring it to her for a good thrashing." The look on Max's face indicated this wasn't a fond memory.

Dom chimed in with, "The golden willow was the first thing we planted when we moved in." Tom and Angie both knew which tree he was talking about. It was a beautiful tree that looked like a large bush with thin golden-colored branches. Angie gazed at Max and wondered how often Dom made her go out and cut a switch to bring back to him. She hoped she could watch Dom thrash his sexy wife someday.

Everyone was looking at Tom as he sat there, feeling the heat in his face rising as the embarrassment began. His whole body felt like it began perspiring at the same time. Finally, he rose from his chair and removed his toga and underwear without looking at anyone and stood beside the table with his hands crossed in front of him to cover his penis. Nobody said anything so he finally looked across the table at his wife. Her eyes were twinkling with delight as she nibbled on some of the delicious mutton Max had prepared and watched her husband's hum_iliation. This was fun!

Dom chuckled, "My goodness, I'll bet the twelve-year-old next door is hung better than that! No wonder your wife needs other men to fuck her." He looked at Angie with a 'I'm gonna fuck you' look and she returned his look with pleading eyes. She could feel the tingle in her pussy as she watched her husband being humiliated and with the growing expectation that she would be getting Dom's large cock soon.

Max told Tom to come stand next to her. Tom felt wobbly as she fondled his penis and said, "I don't know. I think it's kind of cute. Stay right there." She got up and retrieved something from a basket on the floor by the fireplace. When she came back, she tied a red ribbon into a bow around his penis. The width of the ribbon almost covered the entire shaft of his semi-soft nub.

"Now it looks adorable." Max gave him a stern look and said, "Boy, your first task for the evening will be to make sure you do not get an erection. And don't just stand there looking silly. Refill the water pitcher and make yourself useful." Tom could already feel the stirring in his penis from Max's touch but, thankfully, the shame and embarrassment were keeping him from getting a hard-on.

Tom spent the next half hour wearing nothing but the red ribbon and the ivy wreath on his head as he cleared plates and made sure everyone had whatever they needed. He dropped a fork when clearing Dom's plate and was ordered to retrieve a switch. He brought one of them back to Dom who was still sitting in his chair at the table. Dom twirled his finger to indicate Tom should turn around and as soon as he turned he felt two rapid slashes of the thin branch on his ass. Dom handed him the switch and told him to return it to the vase.

As they were finishing the main course, Dom asked Angie, "Did she tell you about her first marriage?" Angie said Max mentioned she was married to a lawyer. Dom nodded in amusement as he thought about her first husband. "Yes, he was a lawyer and I was a simple fisherman. I hadn't become wealthy yet. Like you, her husband was ill-prepared to satisfy a woman and he was afraid of losing her. I mean, look at her. Who wouldn't be afraid of losing that. He also liked hum_iliation and the thought of his wife fucking another man was all he could think of. So, they posted an ad looking for someone to satisfy his cuckold fantasies."

Dom looked at Tom standing there naked waiting on all of them like a house servant. Then, he smiled at his wife who looked like a queen at the other end of the table. Dom continued talking to Angie, his newest acolyte, who was hanging on his every word. "I wasn't their first stud but none of the others understood what they both really needed. I did. And I gave it to them. Over time, the little-dicked lawyer realized he no longer wanted his fantasy to be his reality. His wife no longer wanted his dick in her. As a matter of fact, she wanted him locked up in chastity and for me to keep the key. She told him if he wanted hum_iliation then she would gladly give him all he wanted. She embraced her role as his dominant hotwife. He became her cock-sucking, submissive cuckold until the day he said he didn't want to do it anymore. Unfortunately, his wife loved her new life. She was getting the best sex of her life, she had her husband firmly under her dominant thumb and she was living out her submissive sexual fantasies. She knew she would never be able to see him the same way again, so she told him there was no way they could go back to the way it used to be. He stomped his feet and demanded she quit seeing me, or else ... Well, you got to respect a woman that can follow her heart and leave the country club life to shack up with a working stiff like me."

He gazed at Angie for a long time. She was captivated by their story and waited anxiously for him to continue. Then he said, "I never wanted to break up anyone's marriage. If he wasn't such an asshole and she wasn't so ... magnificent," he looked adoringly at his wife who smiled back lovingly. "Well, I would have walked away and never looked back. So, I've got to ask you. Are you sure you want to go down this path with us? I can assure you it will be exciting, passionate and an experience you could never imagine. It will change the way you look at your husband. It will also test you as your boundaries are pushed because we're not looking for an occasional fuck buddy. We want you both to want to give us everything – heart, mind and soul."

It got very quiet in the room. Tom realized Dom was only talking to his wife. He didn't feel Tom's opinion was important to the eventual decision. Angie was fascinated to hear the couple's story, but mostly she was flattered that he was offering her a chance to be more than just a 'fuck buddy'. He wanted her to be his lover, his ... whatever. She could tell the older couple were watching and gauging how receptive she was to their unusual proposal.

Eventually, Dom clapped his hands and said, "Enough of the serious talk. Tonight we are having fun! And I believe the next thing on the entertainment agenda was for us to finally see the lovely assets this ravishing woman has been hiding from us. Come now girl. Quit teasing us and show us."

Angie snapped out of her fantasy that she was already his lover. She no longer felt nervous about stripping for them. It was clear that Max was as anxious for this to happen as her husband. Angie wanted to please this big, commanding man and if he wanted to lust for her body then she was happy to deliver. Hopefully, it meant she would be one step closer to having his fat cock in her pussy.

Angie pushed her chair back and slowly, seductively removed her toga. Much to her husband's surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear under her toga either. He was starting to think he was the only one that wore anything under the toga. Angie did a ballet twirl and smiled seductively at Dom and then looked toward Max. Angie couldn't read her friend as she sat quietly with her chin resting on her folded hands.

Max watched the younger woman impassively. She knew where all of this was leading. Her husband would finally have his tight, young pussy. She could no longer give him that and, despite his assurances, she couldn't help feeling inadequate. He owned her pussy and he had no use for it now. When he'd suggested having it closed permanently with the piercings, she didn't hesitate. In the recesses of her mind, she could hear her mot_her telling her she deserved it. That she was a whore who lost her successful husband because of that hungry pussy. Now her new husband would get his pleasure from a different pussy. A younger woman. Like she used to be. She could see the hunger in the younger woman's eyes and remembered exactly how that felt. How it still felt.

Dom told Angie to come closer. He loved red heads and could see by her closely trimmed bush that she was indeed a true redhead. Soon, she would be shaving that pubic hair, but that could wait for another day. "Are you still wet?" She nodded her head. "Spread your legs and let me see." She did as he asked and watched as he reached for her sex with his big, rugged hand. He inserted his fat middle finger into her pussy and she shivered pleasurably. He withdrew his finger and put it in his mouth. "Mmmm, delicious. No wonder your boy loves to eat that pussy. He reached for her nipple and rolled it between his large fingers. He was gentle at first but kept applying more pressure until he was pinching and pulling them. She finally gasped and he smiled. "You liked that." It wasn't a question. He stated it as a fact and he wasn't wrong. He released her nipple and wrapped his hand around her breast. It was fuller than his wife's. She was still young enough that her nipples poked straight out and her breasts were quite firm. He would enjoy these immensely. "Turn around and let me see your ass." Angie turned and saw her husband standing entranced across the room as she performed for this man. Dom ran his hand over the curve of her ass and admired how round her asscheeks were. He couldn't help thinking how great they would look bright red. But that would have to wait for another day as well.

Tom's reverie was snapped when Max ordered, "Boy! Get me the switch!" He looked at her shocked. He looked down and saw that his penis had risen to half mast. He wanted to plead that it wasn't fair. How could he not get erect watching this erotic scene being played out in front of him. Instead, he hurried over to the vase in the corner and pulled a switch from the water. It dripped on the floor as he carried it back to Max. She was standing next to the table. She took the switch and pointed at the table. Tom bent over the table and noticed that his wife and Dom were watching in amusement. Max didn't stop at two strokes and seemed to hit even harder than her husband. The whistle of the thin branch through the air was followed by a bright, hot sting across his asscheeks. When she stopped, she told him to get up and handed him the switch. "It's time for dessert," she announced and waited for him to return the switch to the vase before escorting him to the kitchen.

When they returned with the berries and whipped cream and the hot oatmeal cookies, Angie was back on Dom's lap. He was running his hands all over her nude body with a lecherous look on his face. Angie's nipples were sticking out like hard nubs as a sign of her excitement. She could feel Dom's cock growing hard under her. Tom put both of their cups of berries and cream in front of them. He was determined he wouldn't get hard again. Angie grabbed a berry with whipped cream and fed it to her king. Dom put a dollop of whipped cream on Angie's nipple. He smiled as she offered her nipple to his lips and he greedily sucked it off.

Max watched Tom trying not to watch his wife. She realized he reminded her of her first husband. Handsome, smart and so eager to please. He was about the same age as her husband when they split up. She had loved her husband and felt abandoned when he left her. She had given him everything he wanted and more. She loved having her husband on his knees desperately lusting for her. Willing to do anything for her. The more dominant she became, the more he fell under her spell. While his colleagues routinely cheated on their wives, he was obsessed with his wife.

He was the one that wanted her to find other lovers. It fed his hum_iliation and sub_mission like nothing else. She found his devotion to her just as satisfying as the large cocks that gave her the orgasms her husband couldn't offer. Watching her fuck other men made him even more submissive and eager to please her. It wasn't until they met Dom that things began to change. She never intended to fall in love with Dom. He was going to be another large cock she could enjoy while humiliating her husband about his inadequacies. At first, her husband found it exciting when she would deny her pussy to him because she only wanted her new boyfriend to have it. He also was excited the first time he saw her tits and ass marked by the cane Dom had used on her. He had rubbed lotion on her and licked her asshole to soothe the pain of her anal deflowering. What neither of them had anticipated was her own need to be dominated and possessed. It happened so fast. Dom had discovered a primal need within her. However, when it became evident that she was falling in love with her new dominant bull, her husband's confidence began to flounder. This was a man that excelled in the bruising legal world and had never lacked in confidence. He encouraged her to cool things with Dom and find some new lovers. Then, he made the ultimatum and she was for_ced to make her choice.

As she watched Dom seduce his new plaything, she resolved that Tom would become her devoted slave, just as her first husband had been. He would lust for her more than he lusted for his own wife. "Boy, come with me to the kitchen and help with the dishes. Otherwise, I'll be using that switch on your erection." Tom's face turned ashen at the thought of the switch being used on his penis.

Dom chimed in from his seat at the head of the table. He had a finger rubbing Angie's clit and her gyrating hips on his lap was giving him an erection that needed to be tended to. "Before the two of you leave, put some of those cushions on the floor in front of the fire. This girl needs her pussy filled and it's time to take care of the king."

Tom followed Max and began removing pillows and cushions from the couch. They were making a cozy love nest for their spouses. When they were done, it looked incredibly romantic with the lights turned low and the fire flickering over the intimate setting. Tom wanted to stay and watch but not bad enough to suffer a strike from that switch on his inevitable hard-on. So, he followed Max to the kitchen as his wife was carried in Dom's arms toward the sitting area turned love nest.

They had barely got started on the dishes when Tom heard a loud "OOoooohhhhh!" come from his wife in the adjacent patio room. It was loud and got louder as she repeatedly moaned and yelled out "Oh fuck ... ooooh fuuuck!"

Max was washing a plate and handed it to him to rinse and dry. "How do you like hearing your wife get fucked? Has she ever made those sounds with you?" Tom shook his head 'No'. Max had a taunting look on her face. "I can tell you from experience that it won't take long until that cock is all she will want. You're going to need to find a new way to please her because it won't be by fucking." She flicked the head of his cock with her finger, causing him to flinch in pain. "I can't believe the poor thing has suffered with this tiny nub for so long. If anything, you owe her an apology for all these years of bad sex." Tom hung his head in shame and embarrassment.

Angie's moans were becoming more desperate and faster. Despite his best efforts, Tom could feel his dick getting hard. Max noticed this as well but said nothing. Instead, she dried her hands and walked behind him. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly against her. Tom could feel her breasts pressing into his back. She found his nipples with her fingers and she pinched and rolled them sensually. Tom sighed and gave up trying to will his erection away. He luxuriated in the pleasure his queen was bestowing on him. She released one of his nipples and ran her hand over his chest and down his flat stomach until her hand rested on his hip.

She whispered softly in his ear, "Such a handsome boy. You have a lovely body. I want you to keep taking care of it for me. Make this chest and these arms even bigger and your abs harder." She wrapped her hand around his stiff penis while continuing to play with his nipple. "We'll make sure you get your squirts when you earn them. You do want to earn them for me, don't you?" Tom could hear Angie crying out in orgasm. Max's fingers pinched his nipple even harder until he gasped from the pain. She eased off the pressure on his nipple as she kept sliding the fingers of her other hand up and down his shaft very slowly and with a very light grip.

Max released him and turned him to face her. He was taller than her and she lifted her chin so her lips were very close to his own. The tremble in his lip and desperation in his eyes made her feel powerful and very horny. "Undress me," she commanded. He lowered the toga over her shoulders and pulled it down over her hips until it fell silently at her feet. They were both naked now. She with her crown and Tom with his ivy wreath and red ribbon. "On your knees." He dropped to his knees as she stepped out of the toga around her feet and spread her legs slightly as she put her hands on either side of his head. His nose was even with her pussy and she pulled his head until his nose was barely touching her smoothly shaven mound. "Put your hands on my ass." He grabbed each of her cheeks and squeezed them gently. "That's it. Just like that." Tom kept massaging the cheeks of her ass as she held his nose against her mound. He could smell her arousal and wanted to put his tongue in her pussy again. She responded to his ass massage by gyrating her hips and rubbing her mound against his nose with more fo_rce.

Angie's moans began anew in the next room. They must have changed positions, Tom thought. Max turned around and bent at her waist to lay over the kitchen island in front of her. She gasped when her nipples pressed against the cold stone. It reminded her of the times Dom for_ced her to lie face down, spread eagle and naked on the marble floor for punishment. A fitting punishment that she willingly endured for him.

"Lick my asshole." From his knees, Tom grabbed her by the hips and leaned forward to bury his tongue in her ass. He had never licked an ass before. His wife thought that was dirty and would never let him. It wasn't as bad as he expected and started poking his tongue in and out of her ass. Max responded by reaching back and spreading her cheeks so he could penetrate her ass even deeper with his tongue. Memories of her ex-husband doing this flooded her thoughts. She moaned in pleasure. Tom squeezed the cheeks of her ass as he tongue-fucked her urgently. Suddenly, she stood up and said, "Let's finish these dishes."

Tom couldn't believe how sexually excited and frustrated he was feeling. Max stood next to him completely nude washing the dishes while he continued to rinse and dry them with his hard-on waving in front of him. Little did he know, Max was also sexually frustrated. However, hers was a self-imposed denial. She didn't deserve an orgasm on this day. She couldn't give her husband the pussy he so desired. She would ask him to spank her before bed. To turn her ass a bright red. Maybe she would have her new boy bring her to the edge one more time to heighten the torment a bit more.

Angie sounded like she was getting ready to have another orgasm when Tom heard the clear sound of a hand slapping skin. His wife shouted out in surprise and another smack could be heard. This time she responded with a loud moan, "Ooooh fuuuuck! Harder, fuck me harder!"

By the time they finished all of the dishes, Angie had orgasmed at least three times. When Dom's roar indicated he was cumming, Max told Tom to grab the coffee cups and she retrieved the coffee carafe. Tom followed her onto the patio where the two lovers were holding each other as they tried to catch their breath on top of the cushions. Angie's back was to Tom and he could see the red handprints on her ass. Her red hair was wet with sweat and the light of the fire was reflected from her glistening skin.

Dom sat up with a satisfied grin on his face. "My god, that woman couldn't get enough. It's been a long time since I was fucked like that." Angie grinned and reached for his cock. Dom allowed her to fondle him as his wife filled his coffee cup while Tom stood at her side holding the serving tray. Dom looked at his naked wife and said, "Did you and the boy have fun?"

"We did the dishes," she said dismissively. She poured another cup of coffee and handed it to Angie who reluctantly released Dom's prick to take it. Max got her own cup and curled up against Dom on the cushions in front of the fire. Tom took her cue and set the tray down before sitting on the cushions next to his wife. He put his arm around her and she put her head on his shoulder. They all sat quietly sipping coffee, watching the fire, listening to Dean Martin sing "That's Amore".

This is wonderful! I'm feeling very jealous of "boy." 🤭