Chapter 3
After Jake went to work I went over to Amy's for coffee. She had a freshly fucked glow, the same one that I knew I had in spades.
"That was an evil suggestion that he planted in our husband's brains," she said, causing my smile to widen, "but I must say, playing the slave for the evening was certainly entertaining. I guess you ended up playing the little game as well, right?"
I lost a little of my smile. Amy had played the slave game. Had we played the slave game? It didn't feel like a game to me, but I nonetheless nodded.
"Tell me about it," she asked eagerly.
"You first," I countered.
"OK," she began. "We got home and Jim said, 'If you think it is such a good thing for our daughter to be a slave, why don't you try it?'
"I dropped to my knees and asked, 'How may I serve you master?' He told me to undress him, and then he said, 'Make me hard with your mouth!' So I did. He then had me do a striptease for him, and he took me to the bedroom and did me while I was on my hands and knees. He even spanked me a little for being an undisciplined little slave girl while he was taking me. It was gooood sex!
"What about you, how did it go for you?"
I paused for a minute, unsure what to say, but finally I told her, "A lot like yours went, though he might have used some ties as well." I was blushing furiously.
"Oh, ho!" Amy cackled. "A little bondage to spice things up! I am definitely going to have to play this game with him again, though maybe sometimes I'll get to have him as my slave! Are you going to play again?"
I nodded, blushing some more. Amy gave me a funny look and asked, "Are you sure you liked it?"
"It was OK," I said, and then I changed the topic to our daughter's impending nuptials. While I was able to change the conversation, Amy kept giving me funny looks throughout the morning. Eventually, I made up a lame excuse and ran out of the house.
That night Jake asked me, "Did you discuss your night with Amy?" He knew that we talked about everything. I nodded my head.
"What did she have to say?" he asked.
"That's private!" I exclaimed.
"I know, and I want you to tell me anyway," he said.
Throughout our marriage, he knew that though I loved him, I wouldn't tell him all the things that Amy and I talked about. It drove him a little crazy that I wouldn't share secrets, but he accepted it. Except now he wasn't, and despite years of practice, I found myself telling him, in as much detail as Amy had given me, exactly what went on in their house last night.
"So the undisciplined slave got spanked," he mused. The he crooked his finger at me and pointed to his lap. I knew what was coming, and despite that, I felt my feet taking me over to him. He pulled me down over his lap and pulled my skirt up. He reached over to the table and picked up a knife, then proceeded to cut my panties off of me. He raised his hand and gave me a sound spanking, to the point that I was sobbing and I'm sure my ass was blazing. And yet, I had not said one word since I finished the story!
He pushed me gently off of his lap and opened his pants. "Make me hard," he said. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth.
"Look at me when you do that," he commanded, and I shifted my gaze into his eyes. He must have been able to see the waves of embarrassment and shame pouring from my eyes.
When he was hard he had me stand up and he said "Strip." I pulled my remaining clothes off and I stood in front of him, shifting my weight from leg to leg as I held my hands behind me.
"Go to the bedroom and get on the bed," he told me. "I want you on your knees, your chest and head to the bed. I want to see your beautiful red ass when I walk into the room."
I did as he asked, without question, or rather without verbal question. In my head I was screaming, "Don't do it! He'll make you his slave! He's not playing a game!"
And yet here I was, on my bed, face buried in the blanket, ass raised in the air. I had glanced in the mirror briefly on my way into the room, and my ass was as red as I thought it would be.
I heard Jake walk into the room, felt him climb onto the bed behind me, and then with no foreplay (or rather, no additional foreplay), he buried his cock into me in one stroke. I was surprised at how fast and easily he took me, though given how much fluid I was dripping, I shouldn't have been.
Jake was not making love to me tonight, he was fucking me. He was fucking me hard. He was taking possession of me. He had not asked me to do anything tonight; instead, he had told me what to do, and I had obeyed his every command. It frightened me. It confused me. It terrified me. It excited me.
Jake grabbed my hips and slammed his cock in and out of me. I felt my orgasm building and building, taking me closer without pushing me over. Then I felt his fingers running up and down my ass, through my crack and over my asshole. Then I felt the burning snap of his hand slapping my ass. He started a pattern of thrusting, brushing me with his fingers and slapping my ass. With each brush of his finger I felt my orgasm move an inch forward. With each thrust, a foot. With each spank, a yard.
Then he grabbed both my hips again and started pounding into me, slamming my abused ass to his pelvis on each thrust, and I exploded. I felt my juices running down my thighs, an incongruous feeling as my pussy and ass were clenching in wondrous orgasm. My hot cunt squeezed on his hard pole, sucking the cum right out of him. I felt him thrust as deeply as he could, felt his cum hitting my womb as I felt my fluids dripping onto the back of my knees. Every feeling seemed magnified a hundred times.
He knelt behind me for a minute, and then collapsed to the side, pulling me down with him, his cock managing to remain embedded in my cunt. He wouldn't let me move as I felt our combined cum dripping out of me around his cock, and to be honest, I didn't want to move. His hand came over me to cup my breast as I felt his lips on the back of my neck.
"You make such a good slave," he whispered in my ear, and while I wanted to protest that I was not his slave, he could tell what I was thinking as my pussy rippled around his cock.
Jake still would not let me move, and for the first time in my life I fell asleep with a cock in my pussy.