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Thrills And Torment
by Winker (address withheld)

***

Happily married couple experiment with husband's 
fantasy. Some predictable results; some not so 
predictable. (MF-couples, voy, intr, swing, cuck)

***

Part 1
------

After so many years of a happy marriage John and Sara 
thought nothing could come between them. Kids left 
home, mortgage paid, nice cars and good jobs. An ideal 
way to live and with one's perfect partner.

But there can be a problem with having it so good. The 
danger was lacking and when John suggested some sexual 
adventure Sara was responsive. That's how the dream 
life and partnership began to crack.

At 5'5" trim and blond Sara was aware of her attraction 
to men but other than occasional flirting she was a 
strictly one-woman man. Why play around when you get 
the right guy first time? At 38 lack of sexual 
experience wasn't something she was going to lose sleep 
over but her husband's suggestion intrigued her.

John was very proud of his wife. It was great to have a 
wife who was an intelligent professionally qualified 
woman, your best friend, lover and gorgeous with it. 
But as a sexual predator in his youth he had become 
more aware of a growing preoccupation with his wife's 
early innocence. Not lacking in confidence or self- 
esteem he wondered if he dare try an idea most happy 
husbands would shrink in horror at.

After initial reticence Sara considered that as she too 
was confident in the strength of their relationship 
what harm could it do to help her husband live out a 
sexual fantasy. Provided she could shake off her own 
physical coolness to the prospect of intimacy with 
another man may be it could be fun.

"There have to be some ground rules, John," she began.

"Of course, love. In fact I have some myself. But go 
on, you first."

"It's a one off thing." She went on, "And it must be at 
home where I can feel comfortable. I must have the 
right to stop things if I want and I must meet the guy 
first."

"No problems with that. My main point you've already 
covered... we'll only do it once and whoever the guy is 
must know that at the beginning. But my other point is 
this; knowing it is once only I want a full account 
from you of all your feelings of the occasion, the nice 
and the not so nice, the thrilling and the mundane, the 
physical and the emotional regardless of how you think 
I might react"

This last point was a difficult one for Sara. Her 
natural inclination was always to be honest with John 
but in considering this new adventure she had counted 
on keeping her feelings about this tryst to herself. 
Whether these are good or bad their relationship surely 
deserved some protection. If she enjoyed it would it 
affect John in a way he might not know; if she didn't 
would it ruin his fantasy and render the whole thing 
futile.

She put this to him but he was insistent. They agreed 
to do it.

It was weeks later that anything happened. Throughout 
the interim the prospect had sparked extra thrill to 
their love- making and occasionally it would provoke 
serious discussion about practicalities. One example 
being the question of contraception. John had had a 
vasectomy so Sara had no need for the pill. They agreed 
that the alternatives would be condoms or the "safe 
period."

And then it happened.

"I hope you're ready love," John's voice gave away his 
excitement even over the phone.

"Remember how I told you about Bob and how he's just 
moved here from overseas and been put under my 
supervision until he gets settled? I've gently sounded 
him out and I think he's the right man though he's got 
his own conditions. I've asked him to join us tonight."

Sara for the first time was nervous. She asked him 
hesitantly, "A-are you sure... Not about him... I mean 
are you sure?"

John's excitement made him almost dismissive. "8:30 
then."

Though not without trepidation Sara thought she ought 
to ready herself. As she put on her sexiest black 
lingerie in front of the mirror she began to see 
herself as someone other than her husband might see 
her. She really was a beautiful woman. She flicked her 
hair as she might do flirtatiously as a younger woman; 
eyed herself sideways and admired her profiled breasts. 
She began to feel the stirrings of lust and for the 
first time considered she might actually enjoy the 
evening. 

She didn't know this "Bob" at all but she did recall 
her husband telling her he had a new man working with 
him. She wondered what kind of conversation could have 
lead to a discussion about sex with your boss's wife. 
How had John decided on his suitability? She knew he'd 
be giving her a veto but she suspected her husband's 
choice would be appropriate.

It was 8:45 when she heard the door. The delay had 
given her time to take a couple of stiff whiskeys and 
heightened her anticipation.

"Hi, honey... you OK?.. You look stunning."

She was dressed in her black cocktail dress; low cut 
and above the knee. Her sheer black stockings and 3" 
heels emphasized her slim ankles and sexy legs.

"I'm fine. Where is he?"

"Parking up. I think you'll like him but I haven't 
forgotten our agreement. If in doubt you can stop it."

"I love you, John."

Later John was to reflect quite deeply on those words 
and their timing.

"Come on in Bob and have a seat."

To Sara's stunned surprise a tall black man stepped 
through the door, 6'3," smart, handsome and wide! This 
should have been mentioned, thought Sara. Was this part 
of the fantasy.

"This is my wife, Sara. Sara this is Bob."

A brief handshake couldn't hide a sense of discomfort 
as Bob and Sara eyed each other, her with caution, he 
with delight. Sara wondered if she'd given away any 
signs to her husband. She liked Bob.

In what seemed only moments of embarrassed discomfort 
Bob seemed to be the most at ease.

"John and I have discussed your agreement, Sara, and I 
think he may have explained I have to have a few 
conditions met before we can go further."

Sara was a little taken aback at the forwardness of the 
man and whilst there was no disputing his charm he 
certainly didn't appear to be acting like a man 
conscious that he was in his boss's home.

"Firstly, I feel I must be offered some protection. If 
we are to proceed with this venture and either of you 
are discomfited I will be open to accusations of sexual 
assault or abuse. I'm a proud man and I couldn't live 
with that hanging over me. Men of my race can be more 
vulnerable to that kind of accusation."

"How do we resolve that?" asked Sara.

"I will require a short video of you both holding this 
agreement which I will ask you to sign on camera. It 
makes a simple statement but it means you can't later 
deny your consent was ever given."

It seemed a simple suggestion. Sara looked at her 
husband who smiled and nodded at her reassuringly. He 
must have had prior knowledge of this to be so at ease.

Bob continued, "Secondly, I'm not comfortable with 
condoms. If that means deferring our plans until you 
feel "safe" then we can rearrange that at your 
convenience."

Sara glanced at John.

"Are you safe tonight, honey?" he asked.

She nodded.

Bob went on, "Of course I know your terms. Once only 
and you say yes or no."

Sara gave another look to John. She saw no opposition 
so hesitantly she turned to Bob and said, "Yes."

"And one final thing... whilst you can say yes or no at 
any time up to penetration neither can then say no 
after penetration, indeed, from that point on we will 
proceed to climax without interruption"

Sara was somehow suddenly shocked and aroused to hear 
such explicit language.

Bob immediately took charge whilst John was happy to 
take direction.

"Stand over here, both of you and face me."

They took their positions as Bob took out his digital 
movie camera. He handed the agreement to Sara with a 
pen, and instructed her to read it out as John stood at 
her shoulder. He began filming as Sara read out loud,

"I Sara S. agree that Bob W will be allowed 
unrestrained sexual access to my body without hindrance 
and with the full consent of my husband John S." Sara 
blushed as she heard her own voice enunciate the words. 
She continued until all the points of their agreement 
had been covered. She leaned forward, signed and handed 
the pen to John.

By now a subtle shift was taking place between John and 
Sara. Sara felt a strange wave of exhilaration as she 
felt released of her responsibility for herself. John 
felt the first hint of hesitation. Bob spoke as if 
conscious of the change. His voice was demanding and 
brooked no dissent.

"I John S agree that Bob W will be allowed unrestrained 
access to my wife's body without hindrance..."

Bob interrupted him, "Drop the shoulders of your wife's 
dress and remove her bra."

Husband and wife both looked startled. "NOW!" he 
insisted.

Taken aback John did as he was told. There they both 
stood facing Bob, John still in his business suit, Sara 
in her beautiful cocktail dress but with both breasts 
exposed.

"Continue," he ordered. "And with the full consent of 
my wife Sara S..."

John glanced sideways and saw how erect his wife's 
nipples were as she stood to attention alongside him. 
He too was aware of his own erection and knew as Bob 
must that lust would take over from here.

He finished and signed.

"That wasn't too bad now was it? I have my protection 
now so shall we proceed."

Bob seemed far more relaxed now and a new atmosphere 
developed. Drinks flowed small talk picked up and John 
and Sara found themselves warming greatly to their 
newfound friend. In fact was it not for Sara's exposed 
breasts they would have seemed like any group of old 
friends shooting the breeze.

As the evening progressed Bob took charge again. In the 
middle of a tale John was telling about an old boss Bob 
rudely interrupted,

"Bring me Sara's panties." Both were shocked again.

This time John made a stand. 

"Bob, this bullying, its not part of the deal. How 
about some courtesy."

Sara was taken aback but immediately understood her 
husbands point.

"I'm sorry John" he replied genuinely, "its just that 
its how I get off... .perhaps we should stop this and 
I'll leave now"

John hesitated looked at Sara and then knew if they 
didn't do this now they never would.

"No... stop. We'll do it your way."

"Then bring me your wife's knickers NOW!"

John jumped, looked at his wife, and was shocked to see 
a lustful smile on her face.

He approached her and as she lay languidly on the sofa 
he reached under her dress and began to ease down her 
panties. She raised herself slightly to facilitate 
their removal. John was surprised at how damp they'd 
already become.

"Now hand them to me."

John held them out to Bob.

Sara turned crimson as he examined them.

"Take off your trousers and underwear, John, and stand 
over there facing Sara and me."

Once again Bob's assertiveness seemed to override 
John's instinctive reluctance.

As John stood with suit jacket, shirt and tie on and 
nothing else he felt ridiculous. His shirttails would 
have hidden his privates were it not for his erection 
peeping through.

"Isn't it strange how our bodies and minds can be so 
out of tune with each other. Sara you must be nervous 
and frightened of the prospect of another man 
possessing your body yet your undergarments are wet 
from your body's anticipation.

"And you John are about to watch your wife of many 
years and who has never had another man take her. You 
must have fear or anxiety that this rampant Blackman 
will satisfy your beloved wife better than you can and 
yet there you stand half dressed before us with an 
erection.

"Stay still with your hands behind your back until I 
say otherwise... Sara, stand with the table between you 
and your husband and face him."

Bob moved behind Sara and from there reached in front 
of her and cupped her breasts.

Sara looked directly at her husband trying to read his 
thoughts. Should she relax into this with resignation 
and let the wonderful sensations overtake her or for 
the sake of her husband resist. She couldn't read him. 
But this was what he wanted and surely his erection was 
a clue. 

John stared back. His wife's gorgeous pale breasts were 
being held and caressed by two large black hands. What 
could he see in her eyes? Lust, fear, hurt? What did he 
want to see?

John watched Bob rest his head into her shoulder and 
begin whispering to her.

Immediately a wave of jealousy overcame him. He talked 
in low tones for minutes but it seemed much longer to 
John.

First she smiled in response to him but as he continued 
John watched as her breathing deepened, her eyes 
occasionally closing in apparent ecstasy. What had gone 
before was titillating for John. This tortured him. 
Sara's occasional glances towards him heightened his 
discomfort.

Bob's hands left her nipples and slid down her sides 
over her hips. He raised her dress and Sara felt his 
erection on her rear.

John heard the zipper of his fly come down and watched 
Bob clearly wriggling into position behind his wife. 
She felt the hard flesh between her buttocks.

"John?"

"I think I'm OK, Sara. It's OK."

He couldn't believe he'd said it.

From his position before them he couldn't see how close 
the act was. With a visible thrust from him and a look 
of unbridled lust on his wife's face he knew the act 
had started and it was too much.

"STOP!" he screamed.

He saw Sara try to edge forward and away but she was 
held firmly by the hips where she was.

Sara was startled. This mans penis though unseen was 
big. It had spread her further than she was used to but 
it was exquisite. Her husband's shout though had 
brought her crashing to reality. He was distressed yet 
the firmness of Bob's hold kept her prisoner on his 
penis and she couldn't respond.

Bob spoke, "Don't you dare move until I say so."

John was intimidated by the man's booming voice.

"Now all this was your idea, wasn't it. I have kept my 
part of the bargain and its only fair you keep to 
yours. Shortly this will be all over and you can both 
get back to your comfortable lives but right now we 
have obligations to each other."

His now calm measured tones relaxed John and reason 
displaced the fog of emotion.

"Come over here," he said to John.

John walked over feeling dazed and confused at the mix 
of emotions yet still supporting an erection the 
strength of which he could not remember having 
experienced. As he got to them Bob lifted Sara's dress 
and proudly showed his penis firmly embedded in John's 
wife's vagina.

John was transfixed. Its girth was truly monstrous and 
his wife's lips hugged it tight. It seemed to have the 
girth of his forearm but how could it. She couldn't 
possibly take it, surely.

Sara was thrilling with blissful humiliation. This 
man's penis was in as far as her husband had ever been 
and she couldn't deny the intense physical pleasure it 
gave her. She felt full and stretched but surprisingly 
not uncomfortable. What's more her husband's 
willingness to witness her first infidelity at point 
blank range thrilled her.

"Would you both accept we have penetration?" Bob said. 
He got acknowledgement from both.

"And what is the rule about penetration, Sara?"

"We don't finish until climax"

"Is that right, John?" Still his voice was calm 
measured and reassuring.

"Yes, Bob."

John watched as the rest of the penis disappeared 
slowly into his wife.

Bob changed in an instant, "Now fuck off over there and 
watch me fuck the living daylights out of your wife, 
you pathetic wimp."

Sara mentally recoiled at her husband's treatment but 
pushed back onto the monstrous penis anyway.

"How does that feel Sara?"

No reply. He held himself right up to her cervix and 
stayed still. Then he looked at John.

"She can feel the heat and the throbbing of my cock, 
John and I can feel her cunt clenching and squeezing. 
Even though we're both still she knows and I know her 
body wants to drain my balls of spunk. Now listen 
carefully to this."

He slowly withdrew and John knew what he was meant to 
hear; the wet squelching noises.

"I don't know what she's thinking but I know she's 
loving this. Ask her."

The physical sensations were overwhelming for her. Her 
thoughts began to join her body and his use of crude 
and base language helped her form them. Unspoken 
thoughts crowded her mind. Don't pull out, fuck me, use 
me, fill me with your spunk. I'm yours. I worship you.

John tried desperately to read her face. He saw 
pleasure. How much? Did she love it? He asked her.

"Are you OK, Sara?"

OK? She thought. I'm in fucking heaven, you useless 
sod. You've put me on the end of this enormous black 
cock for your pleasure and then asked me if I'm OK. But 
she said, "I'm fine; I hope it's what you wanted it to 
be and that your alright with it."

She replied with a calmness she did not feel. "Tell her 
what you're thinking, John."

Bob was now working is cock in and out of his wife with 
ease. The squelching and slapping picked up tempo.

"I have a beautiful wife looking unbelievably sexy as 
she's fucking another man."

"Have some of my thoughts, John and while you listen 
let me see you jack off."

John handled his own penis feeling embarrassed in front 
of his wife but needing it anyway. Sara was shocked to 
see her husband's complicit ness in his own humiliation 
and began to question her own sensitivity towards him. 
Bob continued.

"I have your wife. My cock is further into her cunt 
than yours has ever been and ever will be. When you 
fuck her again she will know and you will know that you 
are second best. Her deepest realms are mine and I am 
going to plant my seed there... "

Sara began to moan. Her outward loyalty to her husband 
was crumbling. She saw the effect her moan had on John. 
He looked ready to come. For the first time she looked 
over her shoulder at Bob and smiled seductively.

"I-I could keep her if I wanted, John. I could own her, 
enslave her, fuck her at will..."

Right then Sara felt it was true. Please fuck me hard. 
Shoot that spunk into my cunt.

She saw her husband ejaculate. She turned to her lover 
and said it aloud.

Bob grinned, "Tell him to ask me."

Sara understood the intent.

"John, ask Bob to fuck me hard and fill me with his 
spunk," she teased.

Deprived now of the sexual stimulation he winced and 
shook his head.

"Come on John, quickly. You've got what you wanted; 
it's my turn," He mumbled. "Come on, John."

"Please fuck my wife and fill her with your spunk."

As Bob went to it and John saw the look of ecstasy on 
his wife's face he looked away. But he couldn't escape 
her words.

"I'm yours Bob, fill me now."

For the first time in her life Sara felt the incredible 
sensation of spurting semen against her cervix and it 
sent an orgasm shuddering through her.

John looked on helplessly. He'd never seen his wife 
orgasm so violently. He wanted to speak to her but 
could find no words. She lay across the table exhausted 
with Bob on her back. He couldn't catch Sara's eye but 
Bob grinned at him triumphantly as he met his.

Bob withdrew and made to get dressed.

Sara felt globs of sperm running down the inside of her 
thighs and it felt lovely but the withdrawal of that 
gorgeous cock left an aching gap. She lifted herself 
and turned for a furtive glance at the penis that had 
done this to her but too late; he'd turned away.

Bob was ready to leave with indecent haste.

"Hope it was everything you wished for, John."

John didn't reply.

"You are beautiful, Sara. If you two ever split be sure 
to contact me. You know you'd have enjoyed that a lot 
more if you'd not had that pricks feelings to worry 
about. But if you ask me he gets off just as much on 
the humiliation as I do on the power. And you, my dear, 
love the loss of control. "

He turned to John as he made for the door.

"I'll take these as a souvenir," he said scooping up 
his wife's sexy underwear.

And with that he'd gone.

It was as if there was some kind of vortex in the room. 
An empty atmosphere, a void, a presence gone and 
nothing to say or feel.

Eventually John recovered and approached his exhausted 
wife now slumping on the sofa. Neither spoke but as 
John embraced her both felt the void fill. They knew it 
was the presence of mutual love.

As they roused themselves to bed the affection 
continued. Wrapped in embrace he felt her naked rear, 
moved his hand further and with sweet pain felt the hot 
wet chasm of her spread vagina. She felt him feel it 
too.


Part 2
------

The following day, Saturday, not much was said between 
John and Sara. There was respite from the thoughts left 
by the previous night's events in the normal weekend 
routine. It wasn't that both felt there was a lot to 
talk about. It was just the need for a mental rest.

By Sunday John started to think about his return to 
work and his first encounter with Bob. He'd have to 
reassert his authority after the experience they'd been 
through. As he pondered this Sara spoke.

"Now that we've done it, how do you feel about it, 
John?"

He considered. "I think I enjoyed it... but I'm glad we 
put the once only rule in."

There was a moment's pause. Then he went on.

"What about you?"

"The same."

The ice was broken and John now found his curiosity 
piqued.

Now he could ask about the moments he hated.

"Remember part of the deal was you tell me everything? 
What did he whisper before he entered you."

"Are you really sure you want to know?"

John was sure and he told her so.

"Don't protect me, tell me."

The effects the words had, said aloud, startled both of 
them.

"He said that you are a wimp who loves being pushed 
around. He said he was going to take me from you and 
make me his slut. That he didn't care about the 
agreement and he would do as he pleases. He said you 
were going to suck his cock in front of me and get you 
to put his cock in me. He said he would make you 
masturbate in front of me as proof of what he was going 
to do. He said he would stop you fucking me ever again. 
He would forbid me wearing underwear; show me off to 
his friends and your colleagues"

In moments they were frantically fucking; both their 
imaginations fired up.

In the afterglow it seemed their experiment had worked. 
Even John's awareness that his wife's pussy seemed 
looser than usual didn't dim the passion. They could 
live on this fantasy for months.

It was only when John got back to work the next day 
that he had the first inkling of a problem.

When at 9:30 there was no sign of Bob, John buzzed Sue 
his secretary and asked if there was any word from him. 
Sue seemed surprised. He'd called earlier and said he 
wouldn't be in and that you would know where he was.

John was puzzled. He called Bob at home but there was 
no reply. Maybe John had forgotten about some 
appointment he'd had. He tried the cell. No reply.

At 10:30 Sue buzzed John. "Its your wife, line 5."

John picked up the line.

"Honey, it's me. Bob's here."

John was silent.

"He says he's here to take... no, to fuck me... ..Now. 
He has me bent over our bed... .he's holding his 
penis... cock against my cunt... oh my god he's in 
me... God he's big... so nice... mmmm.. Gently Bob, 
please... ohhh... please... mmmmm... he wants to speak 
to you..."

John heard Bob's voice.

"We can't talk long John. You'll be very busy doing my 
work whilst I'm fucking this whore wife of yours. Just 
a second... There, that's your wife's first orgasm of 
the day. Wait just a minute... yes that's come up very 
well on the video."

John was crushed. His self-delusion that he had 
engineered and controlled the game was shattered.

"You fucking bastard... leave her alone..."

"Stay calm, John. You're going to do as I ask or this 
video may get into the wrong hands. Put it with the one 
we took on Friday and I'm sure it'll have a life 
changing effect for you both. Now, are you calm?"

John took a grip of himself though he felt like crying.

"What do you want?"

"Your absolute obedience. We'll start now. Make your 
excuses and leave for home. Call at 1541 East Street 
and pick up a gift I have for you both and bring it 
here."

He did as he was told. A man in the art store gave him 
a parcel clearly marked "Mr. and Mrs. S. Do not open 
until instructed" He continued home.

On arrival Bob opened the door.

"Welcome home, John. Sara's in the dining room."

He entered and saw his wife. There seemed to be no 
evidence of the earlier sexual activity. Had it 
happened? Had it been a game to upset him?

"Now you can unwrap the gift I have for you."

Between them they cautiously began unwrapping. It 
seemed to be a glass display case. As they stood it on 
the table they saw its contents. A large erect black 
phallus, some kind of African artifact maybe or some 
grotesque fertility symbol obviously enlarged for 
maximum visual effect. Whatever, it fascinated them 
both.

"Modeled on my very own, indeed an exact replica."

Sara was unbelieving. This was too large for any woman 
to take.

John's reaction was the same until he remembered that 
vision, partly concealed by Sara's vagina, of Bob's 
arm-like cock.

A small plaque on the front of the box read simply, 
"Our Master."

"Keep it on display."

"But Bob, our friends... visitors." Sara was distraught 
and unbelievably aroused. 

"Thrilling isn't it. And Bob this is for you."

He produced what looked like an ordinary office ink 
stamp. He could make out the word in reverse. "Cuckold"

Bob began to give instructions. 

"Lift up your dress and sit on the table, Sara."

She did.

"Open your legs wide."

Shyly and slowly she did. And she knew what would be 
seen by her husband.

John stared at his wife's cunt. It was shaved, gaping 
and leaking come, copiously.

Above it were stamped the words "Slave."

"Drop your pants."

John did.

He couldn't hide his erection.

"Stand between your wife's legs with your cock at her 
cunt. DON'T TOUCH."

His raging hard on desperately wanted to sink into his 
wife's cunt. Sara had never seen him so hard. She knew 
her instructions, took the stamp from John and pressed 
it firmly on his cock. They both stared at the word it 
left and then John ejaculated.

"You like this, John." It was half question, half 
statement and then total realisation. Sara felt 
released.

"I'm his now, John. I'm promising my body to him. He 
can do what he wants with me and I'm going to love it. 
Please Bob fuck me again so I can enjoy it without 
guilt."

"Later, dear," he replied.

Their lives did indeed change from then on.


Part 3
------

Bob would visit their home at any time and without 
notice. Each time he would fuck Sara at will and 
without regard for circumstance. On one occasion he 
arrived when they were entertaining a couple of 
friends. His appearance demanded an introduction but 
after courteous hellos he asked Sara to step into the 
kitchen area. It was an uncomfortable moment; the 
guests seemed embarrassed at his forthrightness and 
their hosts' passivity. 

Sara was visible from waist height above the serving 
surface and Bob stood behind her. Though they couldn't 
be seen by the guests John was in direct line. John 
tried to sustain conversation with the friends as it 
became clear Bob was fucking Sara before his eyes but 
behind their backs. He mentally prayed that they 
wouldn't turn round and see what he was seeing. 

In a few moments Bob returned to the table, made his 
excuses and left. Sara returned and joined the company 
looking somewhat flushed and with no acknowledgement to 
her husband.

On another occasion he arrived when friends were 
visiting and did the same thing but this time sent her 
back to the table with a switched-on vibrator in her 
cunt. He left with John and Sara trying to keep up 
conversation over the buzzing it made and Sara trying 
desperately to maintain composure.

Eventually though this was not enough for him and he 
spoke to them about how he planned to move things on. 
His main plans revolved around Sara.

The three of them sat in their lounge as Bob held 
court. Each was casually turned out except that once 
again Sara was made to feel discomfited by keeping her 
breasts and naked cunt on display. This meant her 
blouse was open, her skirt slid up her thighs and her 
legs apart. Bob explained.

"You are not to have sex with your wife again without 
my permission. In fact there is to be no physical 
contact between you. Nor are you to relieve yourself, 
John. Sara you will only get satisfaction by following 
my instructions. If I find you have done it any other 
way there will be consequences. You are my slaves for 
as long as I am entertained by you both. Sara, you are 
to come with me tonight. Bob you can stay here and 
imagine all the nasty things I have planned for her."

Both Bob and John could see the lubrication his words 
had produced. Sara's cunt shone.

"Don't get too excited, Sara. You can't imagine how I 
intend to humiliate you. We're really going to find 
your limits... and then surpass them."

"And John I understand how uneasy you'll be feeling 
about how I'm going to use your wife but spare a 
thought for yourself. I'll find your level very 
quickly."

Bob allowed Sara to fasten her blouse and in moments 
they were gone.

Throughout the night John worried about her but also 
couldn't deny to himself the unexpected kick he was 
getting from the lurid thoughts that filled his mind. 
Despite the warnings of his "Master" he masturbated 
over and over.

When Sara returned it was early morning. John was still 
in bed. She entered the room and gently roused him. He 
woke quickly and was about to gush his words of concern 
when she put her finger to her mouth to hush him.

"He says you have to look."

John sat up as his wife turned her back, bent forward 
showing her beautiful behind and pulled her cheeks 
apart. John could see her swollen pussy lips, the 
unmistakable globs of sperm that smothered her from her 
thighs to her ass and a silver chain maybe 3" long 
which was somehow fastened to one cunt lip at one end. 
At the other end was a small bell. It tinkled as she 
moved.

"What...?" he didn't finish.

"He made me fuck one of your colleagues from work."

She climbed into bed beside him. She looked tired but 
not stressed or worried. John was worried. His wife was 
a slut and he was incredibly turned on.

"He said you have to lick me clean." The idea repulsed 
him and if truth be known, her too. She understood his 
hesitation. "There will be consequences if we don't, 
John." He examined the task. He lifted the chain aside 
and slowly at first lapped her sodden pussy. It wasn't 
so bad. Sara laid back languorously, arms behind head. 
The physical sensation was nice but it was her 
husband's subjugation that sparked the orgasm. 
Afterwards he climbed on her and quickly added what 
spunk remained in his balls to that of his colleagues.

"I'm phoning in sick, John but Bob's expecting you at 
work. You'd better go."

As he dressed his thoughts were frantic. Who had fucked 
her? Would he see them at work? Would they say anything 
to him or to other colleagues? His nerves were 
shredding. Dare he go.

Sara must have sensed his unease. "Don't think of not 
going, love. However you're feeling he can make it 
worse if you don't tow the line"

"OK but tell me who fucked you so I'm forewarned."

"No names were given, love, but he really dislikes you. 
When he knew I was your wife he gave me such a 
ferocious drilling I came three times. I don't know 
what your problem is with each other but he's a fucking 
good screw."

As she finished she turned her head into the pillow and 
closed her eyes to sleep.

At work John called Bob into his office. That very act 
momentarily raised his self esteem. He was after all 
still the man's boss. It wasn't to last.

"Who did you have fucking my wife last night?"

"Be careful how you talk to me. Have you forgotten how 
you are to address me, slave."

Shocked, John glanced at his open office door. Could 
anyone have heard? He back-pedalled quickly. "I am just 
curious who..." He didn't finish the sentence.

"I've spoken to Sara this morning. She's proving to be 
a very obedient slave. She tells me you fucked her last 
night after she displayed her spunk soaked cunt. I know 
how that turned you on but it was against my orders, 
wasn't it? We'll need to take extra measures."

He turned to leave. As he reached the door he turned 
back.

"What do you think of the jewellery I bought her? Any 
time her legs are apart and her hips move it gives a 
cute tinkling ring. It should add a little naughtiness 
to any discreet little fucks she has. Next time you 
have visitors think how you will explain that away as I 
bend her over the breakfast bar."

The working day passed almost without further event. 
John endeavoured to lose himself in his work and it 
seemed to good effect. It actually seemed to relieve 
his nerves and edginess. His final meeting of the day 
was a difficult one. The work of a 23 year old 
draughtsman had been causing concern and no amount of 
coaching or coaxing seemed to bring him on. It was time 
to call him in again.

"Sit down Phil."

The guy looked more relaxed than he should have done.

John reeled off the areas of concern in a prelude to 
him concluding with a formal warning. Throughout he 
maintained his insolent demeanour.

"Do you have anything to say, Phil?"

"Did you enjoy licking my spunk from your wife's twat 
last night."

John was stunned. Phil enjoyed his discomfort.

"I know she really enjoyed the fucking I gave her. I 
did most of the work... .. but the best bit was when at 
one point I stopped and told her she had to do the 
work, to milk me dry and take it home for you. God she 
bucked like a bronco at that. I have never seen such 
wantonness. You've got a handful there... or is it a 
mouthful"

He got up and walked out.

John slumped in his chair.

END

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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. 4-million people around the world 
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