Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2013 19:43:27 -0400 (EDT)
From: bigrimmstales
Subject: The Bag Lady And The Domme Chapter 5 - End

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The Bag Lady And The Domme Chapter 5 - Night out with hubby becomes a
renewed sexual  union
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"Clarissa,  prepare my bath will you?" I asked feeling quite languorous
this morning. It was  exciting and scary at the same time. Johnnie was due
home from his trip away.  Genuinely away it turned out this time, not a trip
down the road for a  clandestine fuckfest of bisexual BDSM.
I watched the naked Clarissa - who had  spent the past days nude at my
instruction - swaying her hips seductively as she  walked off to the
bathroom.  `Lovely arse on her,' I thought, if a little  striped from the
administrations of both myself and Anya, who had shown me some  new techniques she had
learned with a boyfriend in Ostrava in the Czech  Republic. She told me it was
a polluted town. The trees nearby grew the weirdest  shaped branches, so he
had cut down and fashioned a cane from a thin willow that  was unlikely to
ever grow into the massive ones found in England. She had kept  it ever
since and Clarissa had had her bottom kissed 12 times by it last night  for some
minor misdemeanor. She was absolutely stoic bar the little tear that
dribbled slowly down her beautiful face. Anya had been given permission to lick
it with that sexy pointed tongue of hers before applying the same point to
my  clitoris. Wow! I came so fast diddling myself as I replayed the scene in
my  head, then slept a little until...
"Your bath is ready Mistress," whispered  Clarissa gently to me, ensuring
I awoke slowly. I opened one eye to be greeted  by the sight of her lovely
breasts hanging over me. Her large ring piercings  caught the light that was
now shining through a crack in the curtains,  highlighting her stiff nipple
and like a spot light on her firm rounded breasts.  How lovely she looked
and so arousing that I was tempted to reach up and grasp  that marvelous pair
in both hands. No, it would never do, Johnnie was back from  Japan today and
I was going to confront him.
I leapt out of bed, clearly to  the disappointment of Clarissa whose face
and nipples suggested she was up for  some play. No, today was `meet my new
husband day,' I thought. That man I had  been married to for so long was a
stranger to me. He had had a stash of porno  and BDSM gear no more than a
meter from me every night and had been fucking, and  been fucked, by my
neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Colombine at Number 12. So the  question in my mind was how
best to do it. Did I just blurt it out that he was a  duplicitous bastard? Or
should I do something else? `But what?' I asked myself  as I slipped down
into our large bath. The warm water caressed my body as my  mind focused on
the day to come...
I heard the front door close and Max, our  crazy Pointer, rush around in
the demented way he tended to do when a well-loved  member of the household
arrived.  There was the usual `Get down!' as his  exuberance came close to
knocking over the target of his affections. We'd kept  promising to take him
for obedience lessons, but at that very moment I made it a  priority.
"Hello?" I heard Johnnie call. "Hello? Anybody there? Max! Get  down you
bloody
stupid hound"
I wrapped myself in my old house coat.  Didn't want to give the game away,
though for some reason my smoothly shaven  pussy was absolutely dripping. I
descended the stairs, my eyes never taking  their eyes off the tight
trousered arse of Johnnie. Just like Anya the other  week he was bending over a
suitcase and placing a plastic bag that was obviously  from an airport shop
next to it, whilst at the same time trying to shoo our  idiot dog away. It was
comical at one level, but my head could not clear of the  knowledge that his
lovely firm arse had taken the stiff cock of Mr. Columbine,  my near
neighbor. Hell, the thought made me even wetter! I was blushing, yes  blushing, at
my obscene imaginings.
He turned around and then smiled,  broadly.
"Darling," he greeted, opening his arms wide to invite me to hug  him.
Passionate kisses had stopped a long time ago I regret to say, and that was  I
realised more my doing than his. Though we had continued to fuck
occasionally,  and always in a satisfactory if not `fireworks going off' way, kissing
like  randy schoolchildren had stopped. He continued to talk, with me lost
in regrets  of how in reality it had been me ending the passion, "You look
flushed. Are you  alright?"
"Er, pardon?" I asked, suddenly aware I'd not listened to one word  he'd
said.
"I asked are you alright," he repeated, looking  concerned.
`Wow,' I thought, `he has such a handsome face, I wonder what he  looks
like with Columbine's dick up his arse?' I giggled, then corrected myself,
trying to put on a sterner face, but failing miserably as my eyes scanned
down  to look at his cock trapped in his chinos. For the first time in quite a
while I  wanted that not insubstantial prick in my cunt or mouth. I did not
care. I was  dripping inexplicitly. I was getting annoyed with my body for
not allowing me to  stay angry with him, despite now knowing he had a secret
life that did not  include me. `Ok, change to plans,' I said to myself.
"Darling," I cooed,  "Lovely to see you. How was your trip?"
"Bloody boring, nothing but men in  suits and tedious meetings as ever."
"No gorgeous women to entice to your  bedroom and spank?" I asked softly,
as my index finger traced a line from the  base of his fly to the zip tab
and back again, feeling his sleeping cock  momentarily. I watched his pupils
widen. I'd never done this before.
"Jessie?  Did I hear what I thought I heard?"
"No, can't have," I said, giggling again.  "However, I have a plan that
we should go out to dinner tonight. Can you be  ready in 30 minutes?" I
ordered, rather than asked. I noticed his reaction,  pupils even wider, and the
trousers beginning to bulge. Yes, he liked me being  strong.
I was amused as he stumbled over his reply, "Oh, er, OK, I - I - I'll  get
Anya to unpack my case and put my things away." He called for her and
nearly  had a heart attack on the spot when she came out of the kitchen wearing
the  skimpiest of swim suits. I'd told her to be ready and she rewarded both
of us  with a wondrous view of tiny triangles covering her sex and hard
teats.
"Isn't she lovely?" I asked.
He did not know what to do. He'd never seen  her like this in the house and
now he looked like he was torn about commenting  on another woman in my
presence. I realised I'd been a bit of a prude in his  company. Now things were
changing and he did not know how much. I could see the  puzzlement on his
face. Should he answer or ignore the question?
"I said,  Isn't she lovely Johnnie?" repeating the question and urging a
reply.
And  then I whispered in his ear, "And I bet you'd love to fuck her!"
He looked  like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He did not know what to
do, but  answered, "Yes, well I mean she is very beautiful. Well, that is
what I  meant..." "Very beautiful or you want to fuck her?" I asked quietly,
my hand  grazing over his arse cheek now before giving his left buttock a
firm  squeeze.  "Hurry up and get rid of these things, we are going out to a
new  restaurant I have found," I ordered, feigning impatience, and left him
standing  open mouthed with Anya bending seductively to pick up two of his
cases. From  behind his back I winked at Anya; who kept a stoic face even if I'
m sure she  wanted to laugh.
"I'm just going to change," I said to no one in particular,  but just
dropped my robe on the stairs as I ascended them completely naked. I  heard his
sigh behind me." Come on Johnnie, we will be late."
I knew he was  too shocked to say anything else. I had him just where I
wanted
him.  Con
The restaurant was one recommended by Clarissa. She said the people from
The Group used it and I could see why. Each cubicle on the river side of the
restaurant was completely secluded from the next. When you entered them the
 waitress pressed a button on the window side that apparently gave you
unrestricted views of the river and all the activity outside, but some clever
electronics in the glass meant that no one could look in and see you. In
addition, she pulled the curtains so that apart from about a square meter of
floor in front of the table where presumably the waitresses could stand to
take  orders and serve, the booth was isolated from the rest of the premises.
She told  us that there was a bell on the table to call her at any time and
for any  request. It was interesting how her voice became husky and
remarkably seductive  when she repeated, "any request." I knew what she meant and
smiled, remembering  what Clarissa had told me about the place.
Johnnie was quite quiet. I'd seen  him staring at the skin tight uniform of
our waitress; the black cat suit  clinging to her pussy to create a classic
camel's toe effect and her large  breasts straining against the lycra
front. It was amazing how the bodice did not  burst open given the `V' of the
neck was so low.  However, the soft  material was there to entice and mould to
her shape. She just had a sort of  utility belt for her pad and pen that
hung low on her perfect hips, together  with a clean white tea towel across
her arm.
"By the way, my name is Su,"  she informed us, "But you may address me as
you see fit."
I smiled at  Johnnie, catching him looking intensely at the apex of her
thighs but with a  clear look of puzzlement on his face about her last remark.
I knew he was  excited and intrigued by her. `This was going to be such fun,'
 I thought. I  watched as Su left us, her tight buttocks wiggling as she
exited and closed the  curtains behind her. I took Johnnie's hand in mine
across the table, holding it  firmly as I regained his attention.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" I asked, again  smiling at him as I gave his hand an
extra squeeze and said, "I imagine she is  incredible in bed."
He looked like his jaw would drop off. I continued.
"I  need to ask you a few things Johnnie and you have to be honest with me.
I also  need to warn you that I have changed while you have been away and I
am hoping  that the changes will meet both our needs. I realize that my
successful job, the  children and all that have meant we have been drifting
apart and I do not want  that. However, let's choose some food first. This
place has fantastic  dishes..."
I urged him to read the large leather bound menu. In reality the  choice
was limited to only the best, most luxury cuisine in the style of all the
best restaurants. I knew the chef had been plucked from one of the Roux
Brothers' establishments and, in exchange for some very special sexual delights
that tailored for her specific tastes, had consented to run the place for The
 Group.  The BBC had tried to get her to do a TV series but it would have
interfered with establishing this invitation-only establishment and besides
on  the days of filming she was promised a new member to train as a
submissive slut.  Her sexual proclivities always came first, despite the fact that
she was a Three  Star chef and rarest of all, a female one at that. Of
course, in the tradition  of The Group, who wanted me on their committee, that
slut was now our waitress  and available to me to do with as I so wished.
We sat in silence with both  of us studying our menus, though I was pleased
that every so often Johnnie would  look over the top of it and rather than
look at my face would stare at my daring  décolletage. I'd changed into a
wrap over dress that was cut low over my ample  breasts. It was a green
patterned silk that clung seductively to my unfettered  breasts. I'd let him see
when we were changing that I'd left my panties at home  too, deliberately
tossing them on the bed with a "well I don't need those do I?"  question. Of
course I only allowed him to see my well toned naked arse cheeks.  My shaven
pussy hole was only available if the next stages of this evening went  well
but it was very difficult not to expose myself there and then. Readers, I
wanted him for all his duplicity. When I had seen him at the bottom of those
stairs in his light chinos and blue lambs wool sweater he looked handsome.
His  swept back grey hair that had gone prematurely that color at 19 years
old looked  distinguished. I felt love for him I have to admit. However, that
did not stop  me from my intent to toy with him. No, if anything our
relationship would change  to something where I was a much bigger player in the
bedroom and  elsewhere.
"Have you decided?" Su asked, appearing silently through the  curtain like
an actor arriving on stage. I noticed her hair that had been tied  back in
quite a severe bun was now cascading over her shoulders and her catsuit  was
gaping a little more. In fact, there was the hint of one dark pink nipple's
 areola peeking around the edge of the seam. There was also a sheen of
sweat on  her breasts. What had she been doing? I saw Johnnie look then his eyes
darted to  check if I was looking. I smiled, nodding approval to look
again. I wanted him  to show me some of what he lusted over, as I'd realised in
recent days we'd  never discussed our needs before. Who could blame him
looking elsewhere if his  own wife would not even discuss sex with him? Well,
that was then, this is  now.
"Yes I have," I stated, "but before we order I think Su that you should
show my husband what is hiding behind that suit. Johnnie, watch while she
pulls  that silly suit down to her waist."
"N-n.." he started to protest, trying to  say `no' but I put my hand up
signaling him to be quiet. I knew I'd pressed the  right button. He sat
silently, if shuffling a little in his seat. He was aroused  by my dominance, but
not as much as Su who quickly put down her note pad, raised  her hands to
her shoulders and pulled the slinky black material down her arms  and off
until the top hung around her waist. Her breasts were magnificent; large  and
pert with not a hint of droop. I was at once jealous and yet hungry to touch
and suck them. However, I had to stay in control.
"There, that's better, now  let's order. I have decided we will have..."
Poor Johnnie just sat there  staring at the bare bosom of our waitress. I
knew he was hard in those trousers  of his. I could see him squirm more and
more. I was aware that it was however  more than just the bare titties. He
was most definitely turned on by my act of  dominance. I'd never seen him so
compliant, accepting that I ordered everything  for him. It was a
masterstroke of mine that had only occurred to me when I  thought about the restaurant
and its connection to The Group. If I was to  demonstrate my suitability for
the office they wanted to give me, I had to start  immediately.
"Release his cock for me Su," I ordered.
"Yes Mistress," she  replied and without asking for any approval from
Johnnie leant in to him,  letting her firm tits brush against him as she lowered
herself to free his cock.  There was a sigh of obvious relief from him,
despite his face being a deeper  shade of blushing pink.
"You can go now Su. Remember that the oysters are to  be at least a dozen
each.
Any less and I will have to spank your bottom,  won't I?"
"Yes Mistress," she said quietly, then exited the curtain without  even
considering to correct her dress.
"Now Johnnie, where was I?" I asked,  though continued with absolutely no
interest in his reply. "As I said before, I  want some answers to my
questions and they need to be factual and truthful or  else we have no future
together." I saw he was trying to readjust his trousers,  "And you can leave
that lovely cock of yours exposed. I have not finished with  that yet. Enjoy
its arousal. You can stroke it if you like, unless it makes you  go deaf?"
I laughed at my little joke, but saw again the confused,  immobilized
little husband of mine. He was such a mix of desire and yet I  speculated that he
was trying to continue with a modicum of dignity; when in  reality he had
lost that the moment Su had whipped first her breasts and then  his lovely
dick out.
"Right, first question. Do you know the Columbines?"
I had no desire to beat around the bush. Johnnie was silent. I raised one
of  my stilettos, pressing the sharp heel into the hard yet vulnerable flesh
of his  tumescent cock. He groaned. A surprising reaction. I pressed harder,
until the  groan became a clear sign of pain. That was better.
"Answer me,  truthfully."
His eyes were downcast but he was showing signs of reacting to  his
masochistic state. He replied slowly and carefully, "Yes, I do know them.  I've
done some business with the husband and advised Mrs. Columbine on some
preference shares.
"Oh, I think I know her preferences," I replied, giving  my most solemn
and cold response. "OK, so apart from business, is there anything  else you
have done with Mr. Columbine?" I pressed harder, my heel obviously  hurting
his very hard dick.  He groaned and as I pressed, so gave muted  cries of
pain.
"Er we have both pleasured Mrs. Columbine," he answered  sullenly, afraid
of how I might react.
"Good, now I am at last getting some  honesty. How quaint, `pleasured'.
And so tell me, what do you think of Mr.  Columbine?"
"Think of him?" he asked, trying to feign innocence. "If you mean
sexually, nothing. He is a man, just a man."
"Darling," I said, the one word  sounding incredibly menacing. My heel was
now pressing hard against his scrotum.  "Be honest, what have you done with
him?"
He knew it, I knew it. There was  only one course of action; come clean.
"D-d-darling," he stammered as he  tried to tread carefully with his
words.
"Darling, he is a very persuasive  and ..."
"...good fucker?" I snapped, intent on keeping the upper  hand.
"Er yes, Mrs. Columbine says he is," said Johnnie.
"Stop being  evasive," I erupted." You have had him up your arse haven't
you?"
He looked  stunned. His face was a brighter shade of pink. I loved seeing
him like this,  suddenly so unsure of himself, so vulnerable. Yes, I loved
this vulnerability,  so different from the internationally travelled and
assured businessman I had  married. Then he nodded." So what does that mean?" I
quizzed, as if not  understanding him. `Rub it in, Jess,' I told myself.
"Yes," he  whispered.
"What?" I asked loudly.
"Yes, he has fucked me in the arse,"  he replied more loudly, spitting it
out quickly as if he feared my wrath if he  was insufficiently clear and
emphatic.  Then his head went down and he was  looking at a point somewhere by
his feet.
"Lift your head up and look me in  the eyes." He obeyed instantly. "That'
s better. Tell me, did you enjoy  it?"
"Oh yes, it was...." He realised he had said too much, especially how
enthusiastically he had conveyed his buggery.
"Tell me about it. Tell me how  it all started and above all, tell me what
it is you like about being buggered,"  I instructed, genuinely inquisitive.
I held his hand again, stroking my thumb  over his palm while I kept the
cruel pressure with my heel on his astonishingly  tumescent cock. This sadistic
act, plus the humiliation of having been caught  out was arousing him. And
I can tell you readers, it was making my pussy as wet  as a swimming pool. I
could feel the ache in my clitty as it lay outside the  folds of my sex.
This was pure erotic heaven.
"It started as a drunken game.  I'd gone there on the invite of Mrs.
Columbine.  She had by chance spoken  to me about some investments just as I was
getting into the Jag one day. Somehow  I'd mentioned that you were working
long hours again so I had plenty of time to  help. She joked how that mustn't
be good for our sex lives. Then walked away,  calling over her shoulder for
me to come to dinner that night. She said her  husband would be away..."
I slipped off my shoe and now ran my bare foot  against his hardness. I
could not remember a time when he had felt so hard.  Well, not since we were
young lovers at University. I realised that for the  first time in a very long
time I was enjoying the feel of that cock; every ridge  and vein under my
very sensitive foot. I could see on his face as he talked that  he was
enjoying this too, however embarrassed he might be judging from the  continued
flush of his handsome face.
"...so when I sat in their dining room  that evening there was only Mrs.
Columbine, er Danielle, and myself. She was a  great conversationalist,
talking about the arts, her garden and then she  suddenly switched to the topic
books.  All the time she talked she kept  topping up our glasses of a deep red
Chateauneuf. The food was exquisite too,  far too lavish I thought for a
simple meal with a neighbor..."
"Johnnie!" I  snapped, "tell me what happened not the menu."
He looked a bit shocked by my  assertiveness. "S-sorry darling," he said,
looking at me almost sadly with his  big blue eyes flashing in the light of
the booth. I was melting with both love  and desire for him but I was damned
if he would know that yet. He continued,  more enthusiastically as I had
added my other bare foot to the other side of his  thick and rock hard
manhood. I was impressed that he had not cum given my  administrations.
"...Well, she started with asking me if I had ever read  Treasure Island.
It was innocent enough, but then she began to subtly add in  some erotic
thoughts. For example, how did the hero cope without a woman to  satisfy his
natural need for sex? I'd never even thought of that issue. Then,  she asked me
what I did when marooned in hotel rooms with no woman to `satisfy'  me. I
tried to change the subject but she was incredibly insistent. `Do you
masturbate or hire a prostitute?' she asked. I was shocked and embarrassed,"
Johnnie said, though I felt his big dick pulse between my feet. I knew now
humiliation was something he loved.
"So what did you reply?" I asked softly,  letting my left hand trail
slowly along the seam of my wrap-over, loosening the  material slightly over my
breasts. I could breath again and feel a cool breeze  from the
air-conditioning above caress my skin.
"I found myself admitting  that I masturbate, thinking of you and missing
how we used to make love as  students and then when first married. You know,
before the children seemed  to..."
"...interfere with our fucking," I interrupted swiftly, with a  flashback
of fucking in the open air during a wild party coming to mind.  "Darling,"
I said gently but firmly, "call it what it is; `fucking', `humping'  or
even `shagging' but not `making love'. I want you to be honest with me.
Continue," I ordered.
"She licked her lips as she sat entranced and asked me  how I did it! Did I
take my cock out of my pants and wank or undress, prepare  tissues and lie
in bed and `beat my rod', as she put it? It was weird, I found  myself
telling her everything!"
"And what was that?"
"That I strip naked,  then call you. I talk to you, listening to your soft
melodious voice getting  harder by the minute as your tone arouses me. It's
crazy but you could be  reading the weather forecast or telling me how the
children have misbehaved and  I would be lying there, dick in hand, hard as
they come and stroking my meat.  Then, when we had said our `goodnights' I'd
put the phone down, lie back with my  legs wide apart and begin to
masturbate up and down my shaft slowly. However,  this has become more complex in
recent years as I like to insert a digit of my  other hand first into my mouth
as I imagine you sucking my cock - a rare event  as you know - and then
that same wet digit into my anus."
"Mmmmm," I heard  myself utter. My left hand subconsciously having gone to
my breast inside the  wrapover. My nipple was hard. I'd never heard him
speak this way or be so candid  about sex. I straightened myself up in the
chair, but left my hand to play.  "Carry on," I ordered.
"Well I admitted to wanking with one finger or more up  my arse and beating
away until the cum splashed high on my chest, sometimes with  the intensity
hitting my own face." He stopped, looking at me with such lustful  eyes and
clearly straining to stop himself cumming. I liked his  discomfort.
"Darling," I said in my sweetest, mostly saccharine voice, "you  are NOT
to cum."
He understood. I knew he had played with the Columbines, so  I had no doubt
he had been made to withhold cumming. The tortuous look on his  face told
me that.  He was saved by Su coming back through the door. Her  hair was back
in its bun and her breasts were hidden again, but this time her  outfit was
that of a maid.  I guessed they had a client in who liked to  play dressing
games. Her legs looked superb, so long and in the sexiest of  fishnet
stockings, the tops of which were visible as the skirt was ridiculously  short. I
could not see the back but guessed it was only just covering her arse.
"Stand still," I ordered her. "Keep your head up and the tray in front of
you.
Johnnie, lift the front of her skirt."
He looked at me  quizzically.
"Do it, now!" I snapped.
He turned, which must have been  quite difficult as my feet held his cock
in a tight vice of toes, and reached  out, lifting the dress out of the way
to show Su's swollen pussy lips that were  practically dripping with
excitement. She had just a sliver of hair above her  clitty. It had to go.
"You can serve the meal, but next time you come in here  I do not expect to
see that fluff on our pussy mound, understand?"
"Er,  yes..."
"Mistress. You will call me Mistress and him Master."
"Yes  Mistress," she replied respectfully as she carefully placed the
large bowl of  oysters in the centre of the table and gave each of us the
necessary eating  irons and plates.
"So continue," I ordered Johnnie, not paying any attention  to Su as she
came to and fore with Champagne, glasses and napkins which she  delicately
placed in our laps. However, I did enjoy the sight of her perfect  naked arse
as she bent to my adjust my husband's serviette; though I missed his
physical reaction to her touch as I had now placed my feet back on the floor.
"Danielle quickly made a connection with the anal play. She asked me if I
thought that the writer had been dishonest in casting Man Friday as just a
servant and friend, and did I not think that they would have become lovers.
I  tried to argue it was all platonic, but then she reminded me that I too
had in  my loneliness sought a substitute for so-called `natural' sex and
had buggered  myself. She pressed, stating that Man Friday and Robinson would
have inevitably  buggered each other. She graphically described the act of
Friday's thick black  cock entering Crusoe's virgin behind. Her massive
breasts that were heaving in a  very low cut green silk blouse showed hard
nipples against the taut material. I  realised at that moment how beautiful she
was in a strong, Amazonian way. I  could tell the imagery excited her and
have to admit, her descriptions aroused  me too. I was hard in my trousers. But
what I did not expect was what happened  next..."
"And what was that?" I asked, feeling the wetness between my legs  drip
down to my anus.
"She asked me if it made me hard thinking of them  buggering! I was
flabbergasted. `How did she know?' I asked myself. And she  answered me. `You are
a very attractive man and I can see the dilation of your  beautiful blue
eyes. When you eyes dilate like that I know your cock is growing  hard and
strong. How big is it?' she asked, as if trying to get a price on a  banana at
the market," he laughed, though I too was looking in his eyes and  seeing
they had widened.
"...We sat silently for a while, with me not  answering. I have to admit I
was both shocked and aroused. I felt the  humiliation of having been found
out, like some teenage boy who can't control  his erection in front of the
girl of his dreams in class. My dick just would not  behave!"
"So, did you show her?" I enquired, perhaps a little too  enthusiastically
for someone who was meant to be stern and in control.
"No,  I asked her what her favorite novel was. She told me she had so many
but it was  `Tipping the Velvet' for a good lesbian read, `Brokeback
Mountain' when she  wanted to read a love story between men and `The Story of O'
when she felt a  need to explore the submission of women. She was able to
quote whole passages  from the work of the Marquis de Sade, though she thought
even he had gone too  far with his 120 Days of Sodom; especially the
obscene torturing, though she  loved to see her men constrained and made
occasionally into `fuck toys' as she  called them. I was fascinated by her breadth
and depth of reading, even if the  three top books did not rate with me as
classics. She gave me some to read  later..."
"Yes I've seen them. Never knew there were so many ways to fuck!" I
laughed. He relaxed, looking even more handsome as he looked me straight in the
eyes before continuing as we ate the delicious oysters and drank the
wonderfully  dry champagne. I was feeling quite light headed and very aroused.
Under my arse  was a pool of my juice. The air must have been full of my scent.
"Oh, so you  have found my stash?" he asked, though did not seem
embarrassed now, more  relieved to tell me. "She gave me that night so many things to
`open my eyes to  the possibilities' as she put it. Even more were to
follow, of all sorts of  depravities in some batches mixed with classical books
in others."
"And what  else did she give you that night?" I persisted, feeling excited
to know what had  happened and no longer angry that he had kept this a
secret. No, that fact now  added to the mystery and intrigue. In fact, I gave
him a little sign of how it  was affecting me. I slid my hand inside my dress
again and widened the gap from  neck to navel. My breasts were almost out of
the top, inviting. Only my hard  nipples prevented a `wardrobe malfunction'
 as Janice had called it. I saw the  momentary lust in his eyes. Good. I
smiled at him.
"Well, she went back to  the kitchen to get the next course, filling my
glass while she stood and  allowing me to see right down the front of that
blouse. She has magnificent  breasts..."
"Tits," I corrected, wanting him to be sexually graphic.
"Er,  yes her tits were - are - fantastic for a middle aged woman. They are
so firm  and..."
"Darling, get on with it. I want to know more."
"Ok, well she came  back from the kitchen carrying a large tray with two
tagline casserole dishes in  front."
"So?"
"Well, when she bent to put them on the table she had no top  on! The
blouse had gone. Only those dishes had disguised the fact and I sat  there
open-mouthed. I was embarrassed but aroused. I could not, did not want to  look,
anywhere else."
"Good," I heard myself saying. Me the one, remember  readers, who had been
angry at his duplicity. I was approving his bad behavior  Well, what else
could I do?  I would be a hypocrite and besides, with the  lake between my
legs I was so aroused by this confession.
"She sat down and  simply said, `do you like it?' What was I supposed to
answer?  So I lifted  the tagline lid and complemented her on the amazing
essences emanating from the  dish. It was heavenly, but so was the sight of her
enormous titties no more than  two feet away. I ached in my trousers like
nobody's business. Yet she was so  controlled, so `matter of fact',
especially when she added in the most  authoritative way, `eat'. I felt I had no
choice. Then she continued to talk,  this time moving on to films. She knew
them all, reminding me of the beauty of  Scarlet Johannsen as she sat in her
knickers in that hotel room in Japan, or the  scene in the Marlon Brando film
where he puts butter up the anus of his lover  and fucks her. Last Tango?
Then she described graphically such oldies as `I  Curious Yellow' and `
Emmanuelle' which she thought was ridiculously censored,  but she has an
unabridged copy. She asked me about my tastes and that is when I  felt incredibly
sad. I could not explain it, but realised that you and I had not  been to see
a film or even hire and sit in front of the Plasma Cinema for so  long. She
saw the change in me and proceeded to enact a scene from some obscure
French film (well, obscure to me at that time), where the heroine - a waitress
in a restaurant - undoes her blouse in front of a customer then proceeds to
caress her breasts for him regardless of all the other people there.  She
took her large tits in both hands and kneaded them, letting her tongue lick
and  dart around her mouth. She was tugging at the teats, pulling them far
out from  her body. I could see etched in her face some pain and yet mixed
with it intense  pleasure. She was panting and sighing, eventually forgetting
the script of the  film and telling me all the things she wanted to do to me
and me to her.   Saying how her husband's cock was so beautiful but how she
wanted him to  pleasure her arse as she sucked on my cock. I could see she
was capable of  orgasm just from the caressing of her tits and was mesmerized
by her actions. I  sat there, immobilized, hard and aching to reach across
and touch her. Always  though something held me back so far, for all the
games we had played at that  table."
"So what the fuck held you back?" I asked, showing some frustration  that
he had broken the tale to confess some probably pious thought.
"I  thought of you and felt guilty."
"You fucking arsehole!" I shouted in a most  undignified way.
He looked crestfallen. Suddenly Johnnie was back in the  embarrassed but
this time thoroughly despondent camp. I'd gone too far. How was  I to get it
back? Of course, he had got through that stage if Ludmilla (their  maid and
confidant of my maid) was right.
"Sorry darling, it's just that so  much has changed in me and I'm
forgetting that it's not as simple as turning on  a switch, so how did you end up
getting buggered and buggering for that  matter?"
"Well it was weird at first. She seemed to be able to pull herself
together out of her orgasmic stupor and continue the conversation as if nothing
had happened. We talked about more films, some extremely bizarre like Barbed
Wire Dolls and Destricted, to comedic such as the Tinto Brassi series
including  All Ladies Do It and Cheeky. I remembered that last one as you and I
had been  taken by the heroine walking without panties over the park that is
outside our  house.  Remember how I tried to get you to reenact it for me? I
told her  about that and she said how much she'd like to get into your
knickers. That set  me off saying `you'd be lucky' as even I can't go there
often! She laughed at me  and said I was just going about it wrongly. Before I
knew it, she was coaching  me in how I should do it to her."
I was part angry and part aroused that (a)  she had been told I was
effectively a frigid bitch and (b) that she was excited  by the idea of getting
into my panties. And now I was even more curious and not  a little aroused to
know what happened to change my Johnnie into the pervert  he'd obviously
become.
"So how was that?"
"Well, by this time we had  eaten the main course and she cleared the
dishes, still bare titted which was  marvelous. This incredibly statuesque woman
was parading half naked for me. I  could hardly believe it. She disappeared
into the kitchen again, coming out with  a tray of fruit and cream. I
thought she was going to place them on the table,  but instead she stood right
beside me. I felt suddenly very uncomfortable as she  did not speak. There was
a palpable silence that hung in the air and still she  waited, her short
skirt close to my left ear and I could swear I could smell the  sweet aroma of
pussy over the smell of fruits. Still she stood with the tray in  her hands
and her magnificent tits jutting above. Still she was silent and made  no
eye contact with me, keeping her head up like Su had done. I was unsure but
my instincts were showing me the way.
I slid my left hand up her leg, feeling  the musculature of her thigh and
up to the curve of her hip. There was a string  around her waist, clearly the
band that held a minuscule pair of panties in  place. I traced the cord
round to arrive at a tiny patch of silky material that  was clearly covering
her pudenda. There seemed to be none of the roughness of  hair I find when I
touch you through your panties. No this was silky smooth. I  became daring
and ran one finger down the centre to find a damp furrow that was  clearly her
labia. It was sopping wet and I teased it by running first one and  then
two fingers up and down the tightly covered slit. She was moaning loudly
above me and yet she kept the tray perfectly still. She had such amazing control
 though her teats were out like those on babies' bottles.
I slipped my fingers  under the silk to be greeted by a completely smooth
sex.  She cried out,  `yes!' as my digits dipped inside the honey pot. The
air was filled with  sweetness. I suddenly became impatient, gripping the wet
triangle between my  fingers and ripped it off her. Another sigh. Then
instinct took over.  I  pushed two fingers as deep as I could into her sodden
twat. It was  wonderful.  It's amazing how different she was from you. The
entrance was  smooth as silk, just like her panties. She was trying not to
move, to keep the  tray even as I finger fucked her. But then I had an idea but
before I could  execute it, Danielle said, `See silly boy, you could have
done that to your sexy  wife, then she would HAVE to have walked across the
park pantiless!" She  laughed. "Now finger fuck me before I die of
frustration and stick a finger up  my arse.'
It did not take me long to accept the orders! I was sawing in and  out of
her wet pussy like a pro. I added a third finger when I thought she could
take it.  Listen to me. I've never done that with you but her clever
discussion of films and books, filling my head with erotic scenes, had deposited  a
set of ideas I now wanted to try. I reached my other hand round, having spat
 on my index finger, parted her arse cheeks and delved into the little rose
bud.  She opened for me with ease. It was not long before she was orgasming
again and  again. My hand was soaked as she gushed from her cunt and the
index finger of my  right hand was deep to the knuckle. She screamed,
literally, in pleasure. But  what was so impressive was that the fruit and cream had
not even moved on the  tray. This woman amazed me for her physical control."
"But you said before  you had an idea, what was that honey?" I asked,
using a term of endearment for  him I had not used in a very long time. I was so
turned on, and even more so by  hearing how in charge he was. Where was the
submissive I'd assumed from the  buggering and the scene Ludmilla had
described to Anya?
"I pulled my fingers  out of her much to her dismay. She gave a pathetic
cry of `please' clearly  thinking I'd had enough or backed out, but no I
needed to remove her skirt and  it took two hands to get the damn hook and eye
on her waist band undone and the  zip down. Her matching green silk skirt
slid over her firm thighs and long, long  legs to lie at her feet. My God! She
is beautiful naked.  An absolute  beauty. Of course, not in the same way as
you are..."
"Oh shut up you  flatterer. Tell me more I'm absolutely horny and I want
to know what you did  next."
"I ordered her to put the try on the table."
"Is that all?" I cried  in frustration.
"Shut up woman!" he ordered, taking control for probably the  first time I'
d ever known him to with me. I liked it readers, it was very sexy  losing
control to him." She did as I commanded, giving me a wonderful sight as  her
huge tits hung over the table and the fruit. It led to my next idea. I
grasped handfuls of the carefully prepared strawberries and raspberries and
mashed them against her pussy. I saw that the sideboard was a strong oak one
from the last century and led her to it, releasing my cock from its awful
constraints. `Lie back I told her' so her arse and pussy were on the edge at
the  end of the sideboard. I kicked my trousers off and bent down to her
fruit  covered cunt lips and ate my desert! I lapped at the squashed
strawberries,  pushing bits into her cunny while between my legs my cock was reaching
a height  I don't think it's reached since we were teens. In fact, the
closest to that  size has been this evening when you were foot wanking me."
"Oooo, I love your  dirty, manly talk," I crooned, meaning every word of
it. When Johnnie was dirty,  I was flirty! And I let my tits loose from their
cover as I openly caressed them  in front of him. I saw his expression.
Lust. "Should I get naked for you?"
"Here?"
"You silly man, do you think we could do those things with Su if  it was
not OK here? I want to be naked for you. Please?"
I was clearly  wanting to be dominated by him. His description was not of a
man being possessed  by the woman but her being possessed by him. I wanted
to be topped by Johnnie  who might in other circumstances be submissive but
not tonight.
"Darling,  this story is turning me on but what happened next? I want to
know." I slipped  out of the dress, still carefully avoiding giving the game
away that my pussy  was not completely devoid of hair. I knew from his
previous comments about Mrs.  Columbine that a shaven pussy was his dream cunt.
Just at that point, Su  arrived with our mains. Here was I, now naked and
she was dressed in a nurse's  outfit. `What a cliché,' I thought. The member
of The Group whose party it was  elsewhere in the room was an obvious
traditional fetishist.  However, it  was Johnnie who noticed first.
"Su," he said, "unzip the top of your dress."
She obeyed, displaying two nipple clamps attached to her ample chest that
Johnnie had noticed were creating a strange shape on her bosom. Her eyes
automatically went down in a submissive gesture. I was surprised by what
Johnnie  did next. He got up, letting his napkin fall and his enormous cock stick
 skyward. However, that was not the main thing. He picked the left clamp in
his  hand and while looking her straight in the eyes turned the little
screw on the  side of it so that it clamped harder to her tit. She winced
slightly but  silently. He took the other in his hands and did the same. Then he
lifted her  skirt and turned to me, indicating I was to abuse her pussy. I
smiled and did as  he wanted, slipping two fingers swiftly into her wet and
shaven cunt hole.
She screamed with pleasure, especially as on her second orgasm under the
command of my fingers Johnnie quickly released the clamps; letting the sudden
 paradox of release and blood flowing painfully fast into her tits create
intense  pleasure.
"You can serve now Su," he ordered as if it was any old restaurant  we
were sitting in, not one where the couple was semi or fully naked.
"Su,  put the tray down and remove Master Johnnie's clothes," I ordered. I
looked  across to him, smiling. "Well if I am nude I want you to be too. Can
't eat a  good chateaubriand without being stark naked can we?" I giggled,
watching  intently as our `nurse' with her tits hanging out of her uniform
struggled to  remove his clothes. There was no way Johnnie was going to
make it easy for her  by standing up. No, he clearly enjoyed to see his charges
face difficulties. She  practically had her mouth on his dick as she bent
to get his waistband released.  I just liked seeing her naked arse appear
from under the skirt as she in a most  unladylike way faced the challenge.
"Right, that is good. Now feed us," said  Johnnie. "Oh and make sure that
you do not drop any food down us as you do it,"  he added with an evil
little laugh. I knew this was going to be fun. In fact,  this was the most fun we
had had in a very long time together; and this was just  the start.
"Well, carry on, tell me what happened next."
"Aren't you going  to feel the goods on our slut here?" he asked. I'd
never heard him use that word  `slut' before. There must have been some real
educating going on at Number 12. I  was a little jealous of Danielle
Columbine and her husband.
"All in good  time. I think I'll put a clamp on her pussy lips in a while,"
 I replied, talking  about Su as if she was just an object. The ones used
on her teats lay now on the  table. I watched her smile and her breasts heave
that little bit more. I was  getting good at reading body language and yes,
Johnnie was right, she was one  hell of a slut. I even wondered if there
was another party in here as she did no  object to staying with our table and
besides, I couldn't hear any noise. "So  tell me about Mrs. Columbine."
"Well, mmm this meat is delicious. Cooked just  as they do in our favorite
little restaurant in Cap D'Agde."
"Johnnie! Tell  me about Mrs. Columbine."
"Ok, but it is really good isn't it?" he asked,  whilst stopping to toy
with Su's clearly sore right tit. He squeezed, just as  she was collecting
another morsel to place in my mouth. I felt about two years  old being fed like
this. Was I becoming an infantalist? I giggled to myself. No  way! Adult
nappies? Not for me.
I nodded, but was getting frustrated that he  was stalling. What had gone
on? How had he been buggered and when did that  start?
"Mrs. C screamed when she came and it was not just once. It was over  and
over. I was aching for her when she suddenly dropped to the tiled floor and
shouted for me to `fuck her arsehole'. Well there were no preliminaries.
She  just reached for the butter on the table beside us, grabbed a huge wad of
it and  slapped it between her muscular arse cheeks. I was disappointed she
did not want  me up her beautiful cunt but in the heat of this very
animalistic act somehow  defiling her anus seemed just right. However, I hadn't a
clue what to do. I knew  where my aching purple cock head needed to go, but
the how of it was something  else. Even all the graphic quotes she had shared
from her favorite novels didn't  help, but she grabbed me cock and
surprisingly gently steered me into position,  talking the most filthy language and
incredibly loudly as she did."
"Tell me  what she said," I ordered, my right hand now playing openly with
my engorged  clit. Su continued to feed us, but I did not care that I was
masturbating in  front of her. And it was another fact that I had in reality
never done what I  was doing tonight, playing with my tits and cunt, so
blatantly in front of  Johnnie. I could see he liked to see me this way as his
right hand had  disappeared under the table to obviously play with his aching
cock.
"Oh, she  was obscene. She kept telling me how my dick would ram her shit
hole.  How  when I was done she would turn and lick the spunk and shit from
me and then get  me so hard again I would want to fuck her twat until it was
sore. She said she  would teach me all the things she had learned and more,
so that I could fuck you  like the master of the house I ought to be. It
made me angry I have to admit. I  realised I had let things slide with you. It
should have been you on that floor  being arse-fucked, you having fruits
squashed in your cunny and me eating you  out. That spurred me on to press hard
against her little rose which opened  quickly for me. It was clear someone
had been there before me, but at that  moment I was grateful for it as I
rammed home without ceremony."
"Ooooo," was  all I could say. I was so turned on and close to orgasm with
the imagery of  Johnnie, whose body was lovely and lean but muscular, arse
fucking my neighbor.  I began to fantasize about what sex would be like
between her and me.  Soon  my head had a scene going where Johnnie was fucking
her but I was fucking her  mouth with a strap-on.
"I covered her back with my naked sweating body and  grasped her huge tits
in my hands as I rammed in and out after a few lesser  strokes into her
rectum. She was so tight and seemed to pulse around me, like  peristalsis was
trying to push my cock from her body. I pinched her teats hard  in my hands,
loving the enormity of them. You have lovely tits Jess but you  would love to
play with hers."
"I'm sure....that...can...be...arranged," I  said breathlessly as a sudden
wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me, just as  Su was trying to fill my
mouth with another tasty morsel. I came like a clichéd  train! And Su, to
my Johnnie's secret delight, dropped the sample of perfectly  cooked beef and
vegetables between my breasts, until it rolled to a stop on my  pussy. Only
my hand that had been feverishly wanking my oversized clitty stopped  it.
"Clean that up!" I heard Johnnie snap. "Say sorry with your  tongue."
Su was nothing but the expert slut from The Group. I knew that they  did
nothing by chance and she had been chosen to serve tonight. She bent over,
keeping her legs perfectly straight so that her short skirt became useless as
cover; riding high over her arse to reveal their perfect symmetry. Then she
 traced down my nakedness from the point at which the morsel had landed on
my  right tit, over the `mountain' and down into the valley below. She took
what  seemed like an inordinate time to reach my pussy which by now was
open wide. I  had spread my legs in anticipation, but still had the offending
meat in my hand.  She nuzzled her wet mouth onto my palm, picking the
offending article off with  her soft, lips. Then she licked her lovely pointy
tongue between every finger,  over the entire palm and even cleaned the back of
my hand. It was so erotic I  cannot describe the feelings fully. I was
gushing from my pussy, ready for yet  another orgasm and I had such high hopes
that Su, with all her training, would  make it a magnificent one; but I felt
nasty that day. I wanted it to not be as  easy as she might think it could be.
Yes we were relative fuck-virgins for all  our time on the planet, but we
did know some things.
"Spank her!"
"Oh  yes," said Johnnie, whose tone told me how pleased he was with my
instruction.  Yes, Mrs. C had him well schooled.
I could not see him do it as I closed my  eyes to revel in the sensuality
of Su's licks and kisses, but I could well  imagine the scene. He was hitting
her at a steady rate, that pushed her head  forward and her tongue pressed
with a regular beat against my sopping cunt. She  did not cry out, though as
he continued relentlessly she whimpered into my  pussy. I could only
imagine how red her buttocks were, but even I was unprepared  for what he did next.
Just as I reached my amazing orgasm, which made me  writhe and scream in a
way I had never done for Johnnie before, I heard him move  from his chair. I
opened my eyes to see Su's hair being pulled up and her head  and body
repositioned on the table, with her tits squashed into the remains of  the
chateaubriand and the vegetables. The glasses he had carefully placed to one
side, but the rest was now either pressed on those lovely titties or else
mashed  into her uniform.
He reached for the butter, just as he had done at Mrs. C's  but this time
he stood by me, inviting me to watch as he spread the soft fat the  full
length of his not insubstantial cock. I was mesmerized, seeing the globules  of
butter (or `bouturon' as the Greeks would have called their lubricant when
arse fucking their slaves or each other) carefully smoothed over the
bulbous  head and veined shaft. Then he instructed her to part her arse cheeks. I
got up,  groggy from her ministrations to watch. I stood on the little
wooden platform  just behind and to the side of Johnnie, fascinated as his glands
pushed hard  against her anal rose until it opened. She gave a moan at this
point that just  spurred him on. I was both intrigued and excited. Not
least by how manly Johnnie  was showing himself to be. In his presence I wanted
to be his servant, his  mistress and yes, his slut. I wanted that fine cock
up my arse and anywhere he  wanted it to go!  Thoughts of anger at him had
dissipated. I felt nothing  but intense love and, ok readers, you are right
absolute lust.
There was a  cry as his cock's corona lodged inside her, the ridge like a
barb that meant  coming out at this stage would hurt her. Now she was impaled
and trapped on his  dick, with her face and tits pressed down into the mess
that had been our  dinner.
"Yes," I heard myself say, my voice down at least an octave with the  lust
I was feeling, "fuck the sluts arse. Show me what you did to Mrs. C, my
slutty neighbor who took my Johnnie from me."
"No," he grunted, "no she  brought us...ugh...to..gether," Johnnie added
breathlessly, his whole  concentration now on fucking Su's beautiful arse as
I watched with my fingers  again delving into my dripping twat. I felt so
obscene and so wonderful. I hated  Mrs. C for being first with him but loved
her for freeing up someone who had  become just a boring businessman in my
eyes. How stupid and blind I had been! I  don't know why but I started to
cry, softly.  "Fuck her," I cried,  meekly.
Oh how he fucked her! He leant forward, his muscular arse cheeks taut  and
his arms extended to grasp at her tits through the mess. Faster and faster
they became before he slipped a hand down over her belly and onto her cunt.
He  was stimulating her clitty as he pounded her already punished arse until
she  screamed out in pleasure.
"Oh Mr. Smithers, Master, you are incredible!  Ooooooooo!"
He had to hold her up or she would have pulled him down onto the  floor.
Her legs had gone completely from under her with the power of her orgasm.
Johnnie amazingly was not finished, but he held her fast and slipped his hand
back to her tits which he cruelly squeezed as his own cumming built into a
crescendo.  And likewise so did mine. I lost count that evening how many
times I came, but this must have been my sixth or seventh.
We sat down  again, with Su silently clearing what she could of the table
onto the tray. She  had shrugged as she looked at her badly stained uniform,
undid a few hooks and  clasps and let it slide to the floor leaving her
perfect in her nudity. Before  she had done this, she had licked every morsel of
food, every stain from  Johnnie's body. He had surprised me at how quickly
his cock returned to  hardness. She licked the cum and little pieces of shit
from his shaft and the  bulbous head, then trailed her tongue over his
hairy ball sack to ensure nothing  at all was left. Each time she stopped she
thanked him for the pleasure he had  given her. I could tell he had made quite
an impression on her. Suppressing my  petty jealousy was a new experience
for me. I wanted to spank her, but knew that  my motives would be wrong. So,
I focused my thoughts back on Mrs. C from Number  12.
"Darling, you have been very naughty."
"How?" he asked with a tone  that in one syllable implied such innocence.
"You know very well," I replied  sternly.
"Ah, Mrs. C!" he playfully responded. "Yes, well I think I just  showed
you my skills at arse fucking. Mrs. C was filled by my (then) novice  cock. I
came in her so fast though despite trying my damnedest to think of  England,
piles of poo, all the other things I've used with you as imagery to  stop
me cumming too quick.  All of which have failed I know."
"Well, yes  it's clear we hadn't a clue what we were doing and no wonder
we stopped, well  almost completely. But now we have another chance..." I
said, trailing off as  dirty thoughts filled my head and my fingers my cunny.
"Darling, anybody in  there?" he asked teasingly, seeming to understand
what I was going through. Then  he dismissed Su, ordering her to get us some `
delicious deserts' before he  continued the story. There was a look of
disappointment on her face; she'd  obviously wanted to hear the story, but
Johnnie waved her away; then  continued.
"She waited for me to subside in her arsehole, then as I popped  from her
she turned round and told me to sit in a chair. I had a wonderful view  of
her Amazonian body, the heavy but firm breasts, the muscular torso that had
not an ounce of displaced fat, the smooth pussy with its large labia and the
clitty that peeked out as if permanently aroused. What I had not mentioned
to  you before was that it was pierced with a ring through it that was quite
thick  as if functional not just decorative. The fruit squash.." he laughed
at his own  joke, "..hid the gold ring for quite a while so I was surprised
when my tongue  greeted this hard ornament. When I took it between my teeth
and tugged at it she  really whimpered loudly. Something to look for if, as
I think you are wanting,  you end up fucking her..."
Oh he was perceptive! Yes, I wanted to fuck her  and her husband, if
Johnnie said that he was ok too. I stayed silent, looking  deeply into J's blue
eyes; feeling a love for him I had not felt in a very long  time. OK, love and
lust. `How can people have one without the other,' I mused;  then of
course remembered all I had been doing since Clarissa had arrived on the  scene.
That had been new found lust I had to admit to myself.
"...She has  amazing skill as a lover. Not that I lover her of course
because only you give  me that feeling..." I could see he was despite all we had
just done struggling  with words to describe this extramarital adventure.
"...Darling it's ok, I  have had `lovers' too, though I mainly turn mine
into sluts!" I laughed, trying  to ease his discomfort and,. If I'm honest,
hurry him up with the story. My  pussy was gushing again in anticipation of
more tales of  debauchery!
"...Sorry, it's just...well anyhow she slid her muscular body  down me,
letting her massive titties block the light from my eyes and rubbed her
bejeweled cunt lips against my skin to leave a trail of her strong smelling
juice from chest to cock. I was so hard I entered her straight away to her
unmistakable and very noisy pleasure. She is no silent partner and as she began
to move herself up and down my shaft, her tits rubbed hard against me as
she  described the games she wanted to play with me. This was the point she
suggested  her true nature as the imagery was of spanking, anal play, pissing
and so many  different graphic images presented like verbal flash cards. I
was so aroused by  it but this time my cumming was controlled by her. She
would see when my balls  were ready to discharge their cum and stop, sometimes
reaching her hand down  between us to squeeze my shaft hard or else just
eased her rhythm. She kept me  in this suspended state for a long time, making
me slowly adjust physically  despite my mind wanting to be selfish and just
paint her cunt with my seed. I  ached with the physical denial, especially
as in front of me was a beautiful  body with its well-defined musculature and
tits that are heavenly. She was  obviously a mistress of sex, far more
experienced that we have ever been and I  was captivated by her prowess as well
as captured on her cunt..."
I giggled  at that. Imagining the power she had over him and yet
surprisingly now not  feeling any jealousy, only intense desire for Johnnie and a
determination that I  wanted to sample the lust of this woman whom I'd until
recently only referred to  as `Mrs. C' or `the neighbor from Number 12'. Now
I wanted to fuck her; to feel  those hard tits against me.
"...and that is the point at which Mr. Columbine  walked in the room."
Well readers, he said it so abruptly that it totally  surprised me. I was
so focused on her and also my masturbation by now as he  recounted his tale
that the image made me lose all rational thought. I came on  the spot,
suddenly my mind overtaking me with images of a man with his cock  erect and
masked like Ludmilla their nanny had told mine. I moaned deep in my  throat as
wave upon wave of unexpected pleasure wrapped me in orgasmic bliss. I  bit my
lip hard, shocked by such a loss of control.
"Oh darling, you are so  beautiful," Johnnie said, walking naked to my
side of the booth to hug me as I  came down from the sudden high. He kissed me
so gently on my lips and eye lids,  the gesture at once sensual and loving.
I felt his love like I'd never  experienced it before. Such a simple
gesture, but something I know I will  treasure in my heart forever. "I love you
more than you will ever know," he  whispered in my ear, making me shudder with
pleasure one more time before my  brain fully re-engaged and I weakly
commanded him to, "Carry on."
"Well, the  man was wearing his suit and carrying a large topper case like
trainers do at  work. I could see him over my shoulder and tried to gesture
Mrs. C to stop, not  knowing what he would feel about me fucking his wife.
Besides, I'd never had  more than a few words with him and that was always
about investments, the  weather or something equally as boring. However, she
just looked over her  shoulder at him when he let out a loud cough and
ordered him to strip."
"And  did he?"
"Oh yes, he was out of his clothes and sporting a large erect dick  in just
a few seconds but it was her next command that really shocked  me."
"How?"
"She ordered him to come across to us and tie me to the chair.  I tried to
get off, but she held me down using her weight to press me back into  the
hard wooden back. Struggling became fruitless and if I have to admit it, it
was a turn-on like I'd never had. I've seen people wrestle in clubs in
Thailand  naked and it never turned me on, but actually doing it meant my cock
stayed  stuck hard inside her dripping wet pussy and I was helpless. She had
my wrists  in a firm lock and forced me back, kissing me hungrily. This
situation obviously  aroused her no end and I saw Gerrard (that's her husband's
name) open that  topper case and extract short silk ropes, some type of
leather thing and a metal  contraption I'd never seen in my life before. I was
so aroused, shocked, afraid,  everything all at once. Was this a prelude to
killing me I even  thought."
"Kiss me like she kissed you," I ordered. I wanted to feel his lips  on
mine and for him to love me gently before I heard the sordid rest of the
tale. He sat on the edge of the padded bench that I'd been sitting on opposite
him and taking me so lovingly in his arms hugged me to him, pressing my
breasts  to his bare chest as his lips met mine. I've read those clichés of
sparks  between people, but I swear it was like someone had put a bolt of
electricity  through us. I moaned into his throat as the stunning sensuality of it
created  pulses of pleasure that spread throughout my body. Never had he
been so loving.  It was more the soft knowing kiss of a woman than his
previous harsh manly  kisses and I was so grateful for that. In fact, it was me who
turned it into  something urgent and passionate. I did not wait for him to
simulate the harder  kiss that helped hold him down. I did it to him,
letting my hand stray down his  torso to seek his hard cock. Then I surprised
myself.
"Bugger me on the  table. Bend me over that table and bugger my backside. I
want to know what it is  like to have you impaling me. Mrs. C cannot have
you again until I know what  that feels like."
Well, that released a veritable tiger! He somehow found the  strength to
pick me up and place my bare arse on the table top. A silly thought  entered
my head of, `that will upset the food hygiene inspectors!' and then I  was
totally focused on receiving his pleasure. He turned me over, roughly
spreading my legs as he pressed my belly to the table top and my legs on the
floor. He used his bare feet to widen my stance, and pulled my hands behind me,
tying them together with one of the large napkins. I felt helpless and
unable to  struggle, though if I had I am sure it would have inflamed him more.
Then I felt  him exploring my bumhole with first just one finger, though not
for long as he  dipped it down into my quim to extract some juice as
lubricant. This he repeated  several times, making me moan as his finger dipped
deeper each time between the  swollen folds of my sex. He was strangely silent
as if in perfect concentration  on his preparations. Then I jumped slightly
as I felt not one but two fingers at  my sphincter, `Oh God can I take this?
' I cried to myself, wanting him but being  afraid. He is not a small man,
but I was surprised how these two digits were so  carefully and patiently
pressed to my rose, slowly entering me with intense  care. He was up to the
first finger joint, then to the knuckle. He left them  there, perfectly still
as his other hand stroked my taut arse cheeks. He began  to speak, telling
me how he loved me but now I was his `fuck slave' and it was  not long
before he was - like Mrs. C, his inevitable teacher I guessed -  describing some
incredibly dirty and yet highly exciting things that we would do  in the
future...
...and then his fingers were gone and very quickly replaced  by his whole
body, hot and firm, pressing against me. His hard knob was pushing
insistently at the gates to my bowels, his hand that smelt of the musk and dirt  of
my anus pushed into my gasping mouth, making me taste myself in a new way;
the degradation of this simple act arousing to new levels that Clarissa had
not  been able to achieve with her act of domination on me. Then I cried out
in  pleasure and pain as I felt the crown of his cock slip past the tight
muscles of  my anal ring. The rest of his dick followed this time less slowly
until his  balls were slapping against my arse cheeks and all I could feel
was the fullness  and ecstasy of his beautiful cock. It was as if every nerve
ending in me had  focused on this violation of my arse, sending intense
pleasurable pulses through  me, and as I settled into his strong, animal rhythm
so I took note of every  point his body was pressing against mine. I loved
his manly nakedness, the  angular man on top of the curvy woman; topping me
in a brutally urgent way that  at one was shocking in he'd never been this
way in all our years of marriage but  in another was making me so horny and
hungry for more of this treatment by him.  His domination was clear in this
one act. So, when his fingers slid under me and  found again my engorged
clitty, I exploded in one orgasm after another. I was  screaming, crying and
being totally obscene in my language to spur him on and  on.
Eventually, after what seemed a long, long time he came, calling me a  "
fucking slut" and "the best fucking arse in London", followed by more
obscenities that just turned me on and made me want more and more buggering. He
lay, sweating profusely, across my back. His cock was still tight in my arse,
though slowly subsiding with its cum slipping past my opened sphincter to
dribble down to my soaking cunt hole.
I realised in that moment how much I  loved him, how he was to be forgiven
anything. I might be mistress of Clarissa  and Anya but Johnnie was still my
first love, the man whom I could now share  adventures in a way we had
never done before. However, he was not to know this  properly until we completed
this night out and he had buggered me again at  home.
"Right, where is that Su?" I asked as Johnnie's cock plopped out from  me,
some cum splashing down my thigh. "I want to eat her pussy as you pleasure
me in as creative a way you can. I believe I ordered Eton Mess for the
dessert.  I'm sure you can find something inventive to do with those
ingredients."
Johnnie sat down as I placed myself onto his lap. I reached for  the bell,
calling the slut. I hoped she came empty handed so that a spanking was  in
order for not anticipating our needs. Whatever, I knew that the night was
young and that my marriage was now more secure, more loving than it had ever
been.
Johnnie's hands toyed lovingly with my titties, making my nipples hard
again. I could only moan as the pleasure started its familiar ripple and my
mind  pictured another scene to come.
"I think we are going to have some fun with  Mr. and Mrs. C, aren't we?"
He didn't answer, but smiled and in that moment  as I opened my legs to
take his insinuating fingers, Su walked in naked and  looking so ready to be
ravished.
Good, she had failed to bring the dessert  with her...

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