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White Spring
by Robin Hart (Tammuz@netshel.net)
***
A husband shares his wife's body with another and jumps
in to pleasing her lover too. (MMF, bi, wife, F-dom,
cuck)
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The Count nodded and I went to the bedroom where my
wife was waiting.
"The Count waits for you at your pleasure, mistress," I
told her, kneeling at her feet.
She sat at her makeup table putting the last touches on
her face, glowing as she looked down at me.
"Then you may put my shoes on me, Charles," she told me
primly while lifting one high arched, nylon clad foot.
Picking up one of her black, designer pumps, I used an
elaborately carved black rosewood shoehorn to lever it
onto her slim foot. The shoehorn had been a gift to me
from her, my wife, a very fitting gift. I bent to place
a kiss on the toe of her shoe and inhaled the musky
scent of fine kid. Madam wore only the finest footwear
and it was my responsibility to care for all of it. I
slipped the other pump on her left foot, again bending
to place a kiss.
My wife rose and stood in front of the mirror. "Oh
Charles," she said to me. "I am so ready tonight. Come
feel my cunt."
I crawled over to her and, as respectfully as possible,
dipped two fingers into her cunt. She was indeed ready.
She stood before me in all her voluptuous glory, her
body reflected in the mirror. She had on a filmy,
transparent wrap beneath which she wore a full-cut
white girdle with garters attached to her stocking
tops. Her long and luminous red hair flowed down her
back. Her large and succulent breasts were bare. There
was something about Madilene's breasts; they seemed to
change when she was sexually excited, to grow rounder
and fuller, to blossom from her chest, her brown
nipples becoming stiff and jutting from her pink flesh.
I teased her sometimes that she had tit erections and
she certainly had them now.
"Madam is truly beautiful," I mumbled. "Madam truly
looks ready to fuck."
"Yes," she answered. "I'm ready." I held the door for
her and walked dutifully behind her as we went to her
lover. I was tremendously excited.
Count Von Rostov had not visited us for at least three
months. Usually he came at least once a month and
sometimes he would even pay us weekly visits. Once we
had vacationed together for two weeks, he and my wife
occupying the bed while I, the servant, slept on the
floor at their feet. But it had been a long time. The
Count had lately been out of the country on business,
but last night he had called, giving me his instruction
as to how I was to dress my wife and prepare her for
him.
It was he, of course, who had designated the girdle and
the bare breasts. The Count, my master, had always
enjoyed my wife's breasts. He loved to fondle and kiss
them and would do so often, even in public. Madilene
often told me how much she enjoyed the Count doing
this. "I love being his whore," she would say,
sometimes kissing my lips lightly or ruffling my hair.
When we had first met, The Count told me, it was
Madilene's breasts that had first attracted him. It had
been at a New Year's party, Madilene was a little tipsy
and Count Von Rostov was the best looking man at the
party. They had stared at each other the whole night
and finally ended up in our host's bedroom, Madilene's
cries as he fucked her for the first time echoing down
the hallway so that some of the guests glanced at each
other and smirked behind their cocktail glasses. Of
course there was nothing that I could do. My wife had
long since brought me to heel as her servant and slave.
My whole life was structured around my obedience to
her.
From that evening to this the Count had been my wife's
lover and that fact had changed our lives. We had begun
our married lives as a more or less normal couple. Then
she had discovered my weakness for her footwear and her
feet. She had immediately reduced me to her servant,
gradually increasing her dominance until I was reduced
to her slave. Madilene and I still made love but now
we adopted only those positions where she could have
her feet or shoes in my face the entire time. Our
Mistress-slave relationship, which had started as a
secret then evolved into a game, had now transformed
into a way of life.
Madilene stood before her lover, her bare breasts
jutting. She said nothing as his eyes drank her in.
I stood beside her, bowed. "My wife is ready for you,
master," I told the Count. This was usually how he
wanted it, for me to present Madilene to him like that.
His eyes inspected her, running over her body as she
stood, her chin lifted, not looking at him. They both
enjoyed this, I knew.
Both were savoring this moment, as I was. I fell to my
knees between them. After a moment the Count reached
out and drew her to him, running his hands inside her
thin wrap and over her white girdle, across her breasts
and her stomach. He turned her and felt her ass,
running his big hands over her full cheeks, kneading
and hefting them, then touching her thighs, spreading
them a little, forcing her to move her legs a little
apart so that he could explore freely.
The white corset was open on the bottom and his randy
hands found their way to her exposed cunt. A small moan
escaped Madilene's mouth when he parted the lips of her
cunt and flicked his middle finger over the tip of her
clitoris. My wife's legs parted further as his fingers
went into her and explored the inner recesses of her
vagina. When he withdrew his hand and I saw that it
was wet with her bounteously flowing love juices.
I was incredibly aroused. I don't think my penis had
ever been harder. The sight of my wife in another
man's arms, her body fondled and explored, aroused me
as nothing else could. She moved into his arms and
clung to him, her body responding to the caresses of
his hands. Their lips were glued together in a long,
passionate kiss.
I watched as my wife unzipped Count Von Rostov's fly,
reached into his shorts and drew out his erect penis.
She wrapped her hand around its girth and squeezed so
that it leaped and twitched in her hand and his bull-
like member swelled into its hugeness like some great
weapon, its head standing proud and ready to fuck.
The Count had the largest prick by far that I had ever
seen. The first time I had seen it, I wondered if my
petite Madilene could actually take it.
Tearing her lips away from her lover's my wife turned
to me, snapped her fingers, and hissed: "Charles! Get
down her and suck your master's cock. Get him ready for
me! Now!"
Please understand I am not a homosexual. I am a
submissive male caught up in a situation where I have
no choice. I had sworn to give my mistress my
unconditional obedience. I had to obey her. So I
crawled on my knees to the embracing couple. Looking at
the Count's penis I could hardly blame Madilene for
preferring this man to me. His penis outclassed mine
like a Ferrari to a Yugo, like Michael Jordan to Elmer
Fudd.
Madilene's hand grasped his penis once again. She
looked down at me, a predator smile on her lovely
face. "Dear husband," she cooed at me and her hand
caressed my forehead. "I want to see you do it." Her
hand continued its way against my cheek, insinuating.
"I want you to kiss my lover's dick." Then she grabbed
a fistful of my hair and shook my head. "Kiss my
lover's dick, Charles. Do it!"
I obeyed. I bent my head and placed my lips on the head
of the Count's cock. I kissed and a deep involuntary
moan escaped my mouth as I did so. The Count moaned at
the same time and suddenly his hands were holding my
head and he was guiding me face up and down his manly
shaft as I kissed and licked and sucked. I was
surprised at how actually hot his cock was. His flesh
was burning and my lips could feel the heat. I ran my
tongue from the root of his cock where it met his
balls, up to the tip.
I glanced up at my wife's face. She was obviously
mesmerized at the sight of her husband going down on
her lover's cock. She sat on the wide couch fingering
her open cunt.
"Charles,"she moaned out. "I think you should thank
your master for allowing you the privilege of preparing
him for your wife." I mumbled something like thanks
while she spread her legs, exposing her glistening wet
cunt. Sensuously she moved her hands down to her pussy
and pulled the lips apart, writhing toward the Count,
her face a mask of lust. Seeing her like that, he drew
himself from my mouth and went to her. She lay back on
the couch, her legs opening wider for him. She was
staring at his dick. It was hard and wet from the
sucking I had just given it. The knob on the end was
almost purple, engorged with the rushing blood of this
stallion of a man.
The Count was in no hurry. Standing at the side of the
bed, he slid his big hands beneath my wife's shoulders
and deftly slid her over to the edge of the bed till he
was standing between her legs. With her high heeled
pumps propped on either side of his head, he nudged the
tip of his penis between her pink lips, beginning to
fuck her. On my knees beside them, I took out my own
small cock and lightly began touching myself.
This was what I lived for now. This consummate moment
when I could see this man take my wife. That I called
him "master" was no game. He was my superior as much
as my wife was my superior. I knew instinctively that I
belonged at their feet, their obedient and willing
slave. I felt the universe jog a little and suddenly
felt that incredible feeling of rightness. I was where
I belonged. I was in my place. Then I caught Madilene
looking at me.
As the Count ran his cock up and down the slim lips of
her pussy my wife beckoned me to come to her. I knew
what she wanted. We would kiss while the Count toyed
with her, while he played within the folds of her pussy
lips, teasing her with that big, purple knob, entering
her a little then pulling out, then entering her again,
fucking her only a little. While the Count did this our
lips met and we kissed. It was a kiss in which I
delivered up my soul to my wife while another man
entered her, a kiss in which Madilene and I felt our
love for each other as at no other time.
As the Count slipped more and more of his long prick
into the damp folds of her vagina we continued to kiss.
Then suddenly she pushed me away. "I want to see you
kiss your master's ass while he's coming into me," she
whispered in my ear. I moaned with the humility of it
and moved away, going to my knees again behind the
Count. From that vantage point I watched for a moment
as he set himself strongly at the entrance to
Madilene's cunt and then began truly fucking her with
long, slow thrusts until he was buried in her to his
balls.
The three of us moaned in unison at the moment when his
great ball sac crushed against my wife's bottom. It was
an exquisite moment, one my wife and I had anticipated
for the past three months. We would lay in bed, idly
making love, talking about the Count and the various
things he would do with her.
Several times Madilene reached a climax when she spoke
of the exquisite feeling of that moment when the Count
would first sink his prick in her and fuck her deeper
and deeper with that huge cock of his until she could
feel his hairy balls slamming against her butt. I loved
hearing my wife tell me of her sensations as the Count
fucked her. But even more I loved watching those
sensations run across her lovely face while the real
thing was happening.
I moved my face up to the Count's muscular ass and,
spreading his cheeks, began kissing. It was a trick to
move my head in time with his stroking of my wife. I
kissed around his hole, moving closer and closer until
finally I planted my lips directly on his anus and
kissed it again and again. I kissed my master's asshole
while he screwed my wife. I licked it, then I sucked
it.
Finally I began running my tongue up and down the
length of his crack, licking his ass and occasionally
placing small kisses on the anus itself. The humility
of my position was an excruciating torture. I was,
after all, kissing my wife's lover's asshole while he
fucked my wife. At the same time I was incredibly
excited. I felt the same raw abandonment to my
humiliation as when I was made to lick the filthy soles
of my wife's shoes. I groveled behind the Count as he
fucked my beautiful Madilene. At that moment I would
have done anything that either of them told me to do.
Absolutely anything.
Suddenly I could see that the Count was going to come.
This was a very short time, he could only have been
inside her for a few minutes. Nevertheless I could
feel that he was ready to ejaculate. I moved around so
that I could but my lips against them both. That was
how they had both instructed me to be at the moment of
climax.
The Count began fucking into her hard. My lips were
partly against his shaft and partly on the lips of
Madilene's cunt. My tongue slid over the meeting place
of cock and cunt. The man began pounding against my
wife, fucking her hard, thrusting his belly against my
face now where I was licking and sucking them both.
Madilene was moaning and crying out. Then she began
sobbing, her breath coming in great long signs in time
with the stroking of his huge dick.
The Count let out a huge moan and set himself against
Madilene so that he was in her right up to his balls.
Then he began to shoot. He pounded into her with each
ejaculation, ramming like a cannon. And with each
stroke his long dick came almost out of her, the head
of his prick exposed so that she was receiving the
entire length of his enormous shaft just before each
ejaculation. Madilene lay back swooning, coming, swept
away in the great waves of lust and sex.
He shot in her this way any number of times. When he
was through he reached beneath her ass cheeks where the
rivers of his ejaculation were already starting to
pour, and, taking up a great gob of his own white come
in his hand, began to smear it over my wife's face. He
gave her his finger to suck for a moment and then
dipped for more. He did this until Madilene's face was
entirely covered with his come, the slick stuff spread
across her face in an oozy web and running out the
sides of her mouth.
The Count, after rubbing more of his ejaculate around
in my wife's pussy hair, moved aside. "A bit more for
you to clean up, Charles," he muttered.
Now I was allowed to enter her. I can hardly describe
the intensity of my feelings at this moment. I slid
into Madilene's hot, went cunt, sliding my dick against
her slick surfaces, so well lubricated by my master's
sperm.
I took her lovely face in my two hands and began to
kiss her, reverently and worshipfully, for I was her
slave-husband, her chattel, her servant. As I kissed
her the Count fed more of his white come between our
lips with his fingers so that as I kissed my wife I
sucked his seed into my mouth as well.
I began licking her face, coming back to her mouth
again and again to drink from the well.
Then I moved down to her pussy, the great running
stream of her cunt, and began to lap and sip and
finally drink. The amount of fluid the Count had
deposited in my wife's sweet cunny was hardly to be
believed. It ran copiously from her, a running stream
with occasional gobs oozing forth. I licked and sucked
and swallowed until I had consumed it all and cleansed
all of her cunt that I could reach. I sucked up the
Count's come where it lay in my wife's pussy hair. I
lapped up the trails of come that had leaked down her
thighs and sucked it from the tops of her stockings.
Of course the inside of my wife's womb was still coated
with the Count's white seed and would leak from her for
hours yet, hours in which she and I would come back to
the bed and fuck many times. And many more times I
would drink at the sacred white spring.
END
If you liked this story, you'll be glad to hear that
others are available at: tammuz@netshel.net
The author, Robin Hart, is a professional writer. His
erotic stories have appeared several times in the last
two years in LEG SHOW, the world's premier fetish
magazine.
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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