My name is Joe and my wife of 16 years is Becky. We’re both in our mid-forties and physically, show signs of a sedentary lifestyle. I’m 6’3″ tall, 200 pounds, and still have the look of my younger, more athletic self. However, my youth is long past and I readily admit that I’m no longer as fit as I once was. Becky is much shorter than me; she’s 5′ tall and pleasingly plump. She has 40DD breasts, which on her small frame, appear quite massive. In her younger days, she wasn’t as heavy, but was never thin, either. Regardless of appearances, she was and still is quite attractive. We fell in love somewhere around our third date and married a year later.
When we first got married, we had sex three to four times a week for the first few months, but that slowed over time and by the five-year point in our marriage, it was less than once a week. Our sex play was unimaginative and failed to meet our personal yearnings. I felt a need to be submissive in bed, but Becky’s personality didn’t allow her to fill a dominant role. She wasn’t submissive, but lacked self-confidence and desire to take charge in our love-making. We both wanted the other to be the leader and when that didn’t happen, we stagnated and grew sexually distant.
A year ago, we finally became open with one another about our deteriorating marriage. We were still deeply in love and that was probably what blinded us to the cracks that started to appear in our relationship years before. We both just assumed that our deep love would make everything magically get better, only it didn’t. As we talked one evening, we finally admitted to ourselve and each other that our sex life, or lack of a fulfilling one, was the main factor in our growing unhappiness. Becky shared that she felt unattractive to me and that was the main reason she started seeing a personal trainer three times a week over the past year. I told her I always thought she was incredibly attractive and then added that she looked even more amazing over the past few months.
Becky broke down in tears. When she recovered, she told me that she had just broken off a two-week affair with one of her co-workers because she realized that going outside our marriage only made her feel worse, not better. He had made some kind remarks about her changed appearance, which led to more explicit flirting. Before she knew it, they were kissing and groping each other in a closed office and afterwards, she felt breathless. Kissing and fondling quickly gave way to oral sex and then sexual intercourse, all in his office over the next week and a half. Their relationship was based purely on physical lust and she felt no emotional connection to her office lover. It was right after he fucked her that Becky realized that hook-up sex still left her feeling empty inside. Her guilt was eating her up inside, so she broke off the relationship.
She begged for my forgiveness. I was deeply hurt – who wouldn’t be? However, I recognized that while she could have kept it a secret, she couldn’t live with her guilt because she was still in love with me. I accepted her apology and whether it was right or not, I felt some degree of fault for making her feel like her only option was to look for sex outside of our bed.
I considered telling her of my own search for sexual fulfillment online. While I had never sought a physical affair, for several years, I had been visiting chat sites that catered to sexual play and in particular, BDSM. I used these chat rooms to explore my own interests and found that I was attracted to being the submissive partner in a D/s relationship. I also found the idea of watching my wife have sex with another man was arousing to me. That memory triggered my next comment.
“Honey, I’m sorry that I don’t meet your sexual needs and just want to tell you that if you really want to have sex with another man, it’s okay with me. All I ask is that you don’t keep it a secret.”
Becky looked at me like I had lost my mind. “You can’t be serious. You want me to have sex with another man?”
“I don’t know that I want you to, just that I understand that you have needs that I’m not meeting, and if sleeping with another guy gives you some sexual relief, then I’ll understand,” I answered.
“That’s the most fucked up thing I’ve ever heard you say!” she answered. It may have been my imagination, but despite her words, I didn’t hear any real anger. I wondered if she was seriously considering what I suggested.
Needless to say, the whole discussion put a chill on our relationship for several days. I ended up sleeping in the guest room for the next two nights before she felt lonely and invited me back to our bed. We made love for the first time in a month, but even then, our affectionate gestures felt empty.
I stopped visiting the chat room sites for a couple of weeks to try and repair things with Becky. However, lacking affection and needing someone to talk to, I eventually gave in to my lust and temptation. I was on one of those sites to “feed my need”, when I was contacted by a man who read my profile as a submissive man looking for play that also included my wife. Of course, Becky was not actually there with me in the chat room; she was just a virtual character. He and I exchanged some brief notes about what we were each looking for and then we had an interesting session where he played the role of my Dom and made me watch as he fucked my wife. There was more to it than just that, but I found the entire scenario very enjoyable. Afterwards, he asked,
[Master_Blaster] Would you be interested in doing something like this IRL? [sub_guyJoe] What do you mean? Watch someone really fuck Becky?
[Master_Blaster] Yes. If you are really interested in doing that, let me know and I may be able to help you.
[sub_guyJoe] What do you mean? You would come here? How would that work, exactly?
[Master_Blaster] It probably wouldn’t be me. However, I have contacts across the country who may be able to help your situation at home by giving you and Becky what you are both looking for. If you let me know what town/state you live in, I’ll see if there is someone nearby and have that person contact you.
[sub_guyJoe] I need to think about that and also talk to my wife. She doesn’t know the kinds of things I do here and I’m not sure that she would go along with it.
He and I exchanged email addresses and I promised to let him know what I/we decided. It took me a couple of days to convince myself to at least bring up the topic with my wife, and then another couple of days to work out what I was going to tell her. When I felt I was as ready as I would ever be, I delicately brought up the idea in bed after we had already started talking more about how we might be able to fix our sex life and marriage.
I started with an admission to some of my online chatting activities and how I found out about my submissive nature. She was initially shocked and then upset that I was chatting in sexually explicit and intimate terms with other women. In the back of her mind, I’m sure that she thought I was going to have an actual, physical affair with one of them.
“It’s not like that at all, in fact, the last time I was on, I was actually chatting with another man. He knew I was married and made up a scenario where he was my Dom and he made me watch him fuck my wife.” That was not the way I planned to broach the topic and I immediately regretted my words.
Becky stared at me speechless. “You watched another man having sex with me?” she finally said slowly.
“Not with you, of course. It was just an imaginary person. The guy I was chatting with doesn’t know anything about you, so he just made it up and I went along,” I replied weakly. I felt myself foundering as I sought to get the discussion back to a less disturbing path.
“And you got aroused during that?” she continued as if not hearing my last comment. Her tone was total disbelief and shock.
I had to look away and thought about downplaying my reaction, but decided to be honest with her. “Yes, I did.”
“How excited were you? Did you masturbate while you watched us?” she asked. Despite all the thoughts and feelings that must have been swirling through her mind, Becky’s voice became neutral, almost clinical. I had a growing coldness in the pit of my stomach that our marriage was suddenly crashing to an end.
“No, not while we were chatting,” I said miserably.
“But you did masturbate, right?”
“Yes…, afterwards,” I admitted.
“Tell me the whole story that you two acted out. I want to know,” she demanded. “Better yet, can I read it?”
I told her there was no written copy to show her and gave her as much as I could remember of the details, including the man’s offer afterwards. She listened without interruption until I finished and then said, “I want you to send him an email telling him what he needs to know and then I want to meet whoever contacts us before agreeing to go further. But, be assured, I am going to find another man who will satisfy me in bed, whether you’re there to watch or not!”
Her voice was calm, firm, and icy. I had no doubt that at that minute, Becky was completely serious and committed to doing what she said. Whatever guilt she felt about her previous affair was wiped from her conscience after my revelations and I was already thinking about where and how soon I would move out.
“Why are you still sitting there?” she asked. “Get off your ass and do what I said!”
Hoping against hope, I left our bed and sent the email from our home computer. Then I returned to our bedroom to let her know that it was done.
“Good. Now get your ass out of here. You’re not sleeping in my bed!” she said in a heated tone. I spent that night in the guest room and I don’t think I slept a wink.
The next morning, I received a reply from my chat partner who said that he knew several people in a nearby large city and he had already sent them emails to see if any were interested in helping me. I told him I wasn’t sure there was much help they could really give me. After the previous night, I was certain my marriage was over and I would be on my own fairly soon. He made some kind, reassuring comments and promised to get back soon.
That afternoon, I received an email from an unfamiliar address and discovered that it was one of my chat partner’s friends. Instead of getting involved in a slow and involved series of emails going back and forth, I offered to talk to him on the phone. He countered with an offer to meet
with both Becky and me at a coffee shop that wasn’t too far away from us. I agreed, but said I couldn’t guarantee that my wife would be there, or what kind of mood she would be in. We planned to meet the next day after I had a chance to tell my wife.
Becky received the news without any excitement. I had mentally prepared myself for a round of criticism of how screwed up I was and how I failed in my duties as a husband, but all she did was acknowledge the meeting time and tell me that I would be driving both of us to the coffee shop.
That night, I was back in our bedroom, but the atmosphere was still chilly between Becky and me. Despite the emotional stress, I was so physically tired that I slept through the night and woke up feeling mostly rested.
The next afternoon, we arrived together at the coffee shop and found a table that was reasonably isolated. Minutes later, a tall man who appeared about our age walked in, looked around and came over when he spotted us.
“Joe and Becky?” he asked. Once we confirmed he had the right people, he introduced himself as Keith before sitting down. He explained that he actually operated a business for helping couples who were having difficulties in their sexual relationships. Rather than having them come sit in an office and talk to him, he preferred a more “hands-on” approach that involved spending time at their homes. He also stated that it generally took several sessions and actual sexual activity would be involved, but from what he was told about us, he didn’t think that would be an issue. After explaining his fees, he asked if we were still interested in his services.
I looked at Becky who nodded and I replied, “Yes,” for both of us. Keith smiled and began our discussion with some questions. We gave him some general background on ourselves, including the type and extent of our marital and extramarital sexual activities, and how we thought that we were both unhappy because we both wanted our partner to take charge in bed.
He had us take out our cell phones and gave us a website to visit for a survey. It turned out to be a rather lengthy set of questions on how we viewed or identified with statements on various BDSM roles and actions. When we each finished, the survey results were generated to provide an overview of where we fell across the range of BDSM personality types. Not surprisingly, I showed a high degree of submissiveness, but at the bottom of the scale, I showed little to no interest or arousal in sado-masochistic activity.
Becky’s profile was similar to mine in many respects, but she showed a much higher level of dominant traits even though she was still more submissive than dominant. It also indicated that she had a propensity for switching between both roles and had no interest in S-M activities. Keith reviewed the results from both our surveys and had copies sent to his phone for future reference.
Cutting to the chase, he began talking. “First, I can see why your personalities are causing some unresolved issues in bed. That said, I think I can help you. My goal would not be to try and make you change into someone who is not the real you, but to help you find some middle ground so that you both get what you need so that you can focus on repairing any damage to your relationship that stems from your sex life.”
“How would you help us, exactly?” Becky interrupted.
“I would spend some time at home with both of you together to guide you through some activities that will highlight or reveal parts of your personality and sexual interests that are either neglected or unknown to you,” Keith answered.
“Becky, from your survey results, you are not well-suited to being Joe’s Domme. However, you have a stronger personality that you give yourself credit for. Joe, you have a need to feel tightly controlled for several reasons. From a psychological perspective, it may have something to do with feeling the nurturing love that your mother gave you when you were very young and were totally dependent on her. I also think that you both have a desire to try different sexual activities, but are unwilling to take responsibility for those decisions. If someone makes you do something that you secretly desire, then you are able to feel blameless since it wasn’t your decision.”
“All that said, I would enter your home as Joe’s Master and Becky, while you would not be my sub, you would still remain deferential to me. We could start with something fairly straight-forward, like the scenario that Joe recently enjoyed in his chat room. Of course, I would control the activities and they would not be exactly the same as he chatted about, but you would both get a better understanding of your own motivations and desires. Any follow-on activities would accommodate your wishes. How does that sound?”
Becky and I shared looks with each other, before she spoke up. “So, you would actually have sex with me while Joe was in the room watching?”
“Yes, but Joe’s role wouldn’t be solely watching. I would have him involved in ways suitable to his submissive nature and sexual desires,” he replied.
Becky considered his answer as she thought about how far she wanted to go in addressing her own needs. I had already told her that I would go along with whatever she wanted, but I was willing to do anything to make her happy, get our marriage back on solid ground, and enjoy our lives together.
“When would you be able to come to our home?” my wife asked.
“I already have plans for tomorrow, so the next day would be the earliest for me,” he answered with a slight smile.
“How about right now?” she asked.
He paused for a moment before answering. “I would prefer to wait since I need some time to prepare for both of you.”
Becky was disappointed, but agreed. We gave him our address and set the time for his arrival. He said he would email us with conditions and instructions that we needed to accept before he showed up. We then chatted for a few minutes about nothing consequential, before Keith excused himself and left. Becky and I dumped our cold coffees and followed right behind him. During our drive home, we spoke very little about what we just signed up for. I think it was because we were both still processing it and wondering if we were doing the right thing.
An hour or so after getting home, we received Keith’s email. In it, he laid down his basic rules.
1. For the time he was here, he owned me and my only function in life was to please him.
2. I would have the master bed made with clean sheets and pillow cases. I would have it turned down for immediate use and room lights would be dimmed.
3. If there wasn’t a chair in the room already, I was to put one in there, preferably one without a cushion.
4. I would address him as either “Master” or “Sir” at all times.
5. I was to obey his orders immediately without question or argument.
6. While Becky was not my Domme or Mistress, I would address her as “Madam” or “Madam Becky”.
7. Becky, even though not his sub, was also to obey his orders without argument or discussion.
8. Becky would dress herself in what she considered her sexiest clothing as if she were going out on a hot date.
9. I would remain naked from the moment my Master arrived until he left, unless he gave me permission to wear something.
10. There would be no alcohol or drug use. Everyone was required to have full cognition of their actions and words.
11. Failure to follow any of these rules would result in punishment. The nature and severity of punishment would be decided by both the Master and the individual being punished based on the person’s behavior up to that point and the nature of the offense.
Becky and I reviewed the list together and while she had some concerns, I fell back on my cyber-sex chat experience and assured her that nearly everything he required was normal for what we asked him to do for us. I sent an immediate reply accep[ting his rules and we spent the next 36 hours in growing anticipation and excitement.
I took off from work the day before and the day of our appointment with Keith. Becky was in a peculiar state and I watched with interest as she flitted around the house “cleaning” it. She was obsessive about cleanliness and our house was always spotless. I have no idea what she imagined seeing, but I could tell that she wanted to impress our visitor when he arrived. She also went through her wardrobe, trying on several items and discarding most as being too small, too big, or not sexy enough. She finally gave up and went shopping to find something suitable for the moment. I couldn’t wait to see what she picked out.
Two hours before we expected Keith, Becky took a shower and spent another 45 minutes getting ready. She had just pulled on the new dress she bought when the doorbell rang. It was too early for Keith, so I went down to open it while she continued getting dressed. Opening the door, I was stunned to see Keith standing on the porch holding a large bag. He was casually dressed in jeans and a polo shirt and when he saw me, he scowled.
“I told you to be naked when I arrived,” he said with irritation.
“I know, but we weren’t expecting you so soon. You weren’t due here for almost another hour,” I stammered.
“And I also told you to always address me as Master or Sir. That’s two punishments you managed to rack up in thirty seconds. Are you going to go for three?” he sneered.
“Uh, n-no Sir. Please come in Sir,” I said as I hurriedly backed into the house to let him by. “May I take your bag, Sir?
He actually smiled. “That’s the first intelligent thing you’ve said yet. No, I’ll keep it with me for now, but go inform Madam Becky that I am here, and then return.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied quickly. I showed him to the living room and then practically ran to the bedroom. Becky was struggling with her pantyhose and had a pair of three-inch high heels that practically screamed, “Fuck me!” when she put them on.
“Madam, my Master is here early. He told me to let you know he was waiting for you in the living room,” I said breathlessly. I immediately began stripping off my clothes. Fortunately, it took less than a minute and in the meantime, Becky was getting herself worked up over the early arrival of our guest.
“Wait, he’s here now?” she said in a panic. “Did you offer him anything? Are you sure that everything is ready? What is he doing?” She had plenty of questions, but wasn’t really interested in hearing the answers. Without waiting for me, she ran into the bathroom for one last check on her appearance. By the time she came out, I was naked and my clothes had been tossed in the closet clothes hamper. I heard her high heels clicking a rapid tattoo on the hardwood floor as she hurried out of the bedroom ahead of me and down the hall to meet our guest.
I arrived in the living room moments after she did and found her in a deep kiss with Keith. His hands were roaming up and down her back and spent several seconds caressing her large, round ass.
“You look lovely, my dear,” he said when their lips parted. I saw his hands give her butt a firm squeeze.
And she did. Her long dark brown hair fell around her shoulders in large, soft waves. She was wearing a red dress that had a back that consisted mostly of criss-crossing straps that showed more skin than they covered. The dress was snug around her voluptuous hips, but not too tight and I could just make out the line of her panties underneath. The hem fell to just above her knees and the high heels were perfect for showing the great shape of her calves. Despite her heavy thighs, I always admired Becky’s legs. When she turned to face me, Keith kept his arm around her back and waist to hold her close as he continued smiling. Becky was flushed and had difficulty looking at me.
“I see you’ve taken care of your clothing problems,” he commented. “However, that does not make your punishments go away and you and I will discuss them shortly. In the meantime, don’t you think Madam Becky looks nice today?”
From the front, I could see that her dress had a halter top, and a deep, plunging neckline that showed plenty of cleavage. That’s when I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra and I wondered how her boobs managed to stay supported. I knew they were firm and well-shaped, but their sheer size induced a noticeable droop when she removed her bra. I gawked for a few seconds before remembering to respond.
“Yes, Master. She is positively beautiful,” I responded in obvious sincerity. I didn’t miss the slight flush of red on Becky’s face from the compliments to her appearance, especially from me. I felt a pang of sadness. It had been a long time since I told her how beautiful I thought she was. I guess I had taken it for granted that she knew I felt that way about her.
Keith moved behind her, but kept his eyes fixed on me. “Tell me Becky. Do you always dress up like this for your dates?” As he spoke, his hands moved slowly up from her waist, along the roundness of her tummy and then over the firm peaks of her boobs where his hands remained. She was temporarily rendered speechless by both the admiring words and looks, as well as the hands of a stranger feeling and caressing her body and breasts. His fingers found the small bumps in the dress that indicated where her nipples were, and he slowly pinched and massaged them,
“No, I haven’t dressed up like this in a long time,” she admitted in a shy voice.
“You should do it more often. Men of this world shouldn’t be deprived of seeing your beauty,” Keith said, leaning down by her ear. Just then, he must have pinched her nipples a little hard, because Becky stiffened in his arms and a look of surprise flashed over her face before she squirmed in his arms. I realized that she wasn’t squirming to get away. She was rubbing her ass over his crotch behind her.
“Is everything else ready as I instructed?” he asked me.
“Yes, Master,” I replied. That’s when I became aware of the stirring between my legs as I watched a stranger fondling my wife and her responding positively to it.
Keith must have noticed, too. “Oh look, Becky. His little cock is trying to become man-sized.” Becky laughed at his deriding comment and I flushed with embarrassment.
“Before we go any further, it’s time for your punishment. First, stand up on this chair.” He pointed to a chair from our dining room that he must have brought in while I was back telling Becky he was here. I carefully climbed up on it while he opened his bag and pulled out a short length of sash cord.
“Now, Becky,” he began. “I want you to watch carefully because I’m going to show you how to tie his balls up and then you’re going to do it yourself. Understand?” He was very relaxed and almost cheerful as he spoke.
“There are several ways to tie a man’s balls, but this is a relatively simple way to tie them together.” He showed her how to make a loop that encircled my nuts at the point where they hung below my penis and then tightened the loop until they bulged out slightly.
“You can make it tighter, of course, but that would cause some severe pain and might also cause real physical damage,” Keith explained. “Once you’re happy with the tightness, do this,” he added an additional knot, “to keep the loop from tightening any further when you pull on it. Finally, you can add another loop like so, and this can serve as the connection point for a leash
or anything else you want to attach to him.” Becky looked on uncertainly. “Now, Madam Becky, you do just what I showed you.”
She tried to replicate what Keith had just taught her, but when she tightened the loop around my nuts, a sharp, intense pain shot up almost making me fall off the chair. “That’s a little too tight my dear,” Keith said soothingly as he helped her release the noose a bit. The pain subsided, but took another minute or so to fade completely. I found myself holding my breath trying to anticipate more pain, but she finished the initial tie without further incident.
“Very good. Now, add the second loop like I showed you,” Keith instructed. Becky was feeling more confident and made the second fixed loop perfectly.
“Excellent!” Keith said approvingly. “Now, I’ll add the punishment part.” He returned with several bright steel balls with short chains attached. The sizes of the balls varied from perhaps one-half inch to two-inches in diameter.
“I call this the ‘Ball and Chain’ punishment. Not very imaginative, I’m afraid.” He gave a wry smile. “Now, on a scale of one to ten, how serious do you think your first infraction was?” he asked me pleasantly. I thought back to answering the door.
“Sir, I was surprised at your early arrival,” I began before he cut me off.
“I didn’t ask for an explanation or excuses. Answer the question!” he said with irritation.
I gulped and hoped that my statement didn’t become grounds for a third punishment. “Sir, I believe it was an eight.” I had no idea what he thought or expected, but I opted to err on the high side so that I didn’t appear to be trying to avoid my punishment.
“And the second infraction?” he asked without reaction to my last response. “A ten, Sir.”
“Hmmm,” he mused. My nervousness grew as I awaited his decision.
“I agree with the second assessment,” he began. My heart sank. I was still too low on my first answer. “However, I’m inclined at this point to forgive the first infraction. As you noted, I showed up without making you aware that I might be early.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“Now, each of these balls has a number and I will start hanging them one at a time on you until the numbers add up to ten. Actually, Madam Becky, I’d like you to do the honors for me.” Keith handed the steel balls over to my wife who looked up at me curiously.
She took one of the steel balls, perhaps an inch in diameter and attached it to the loop dangling under my swollen nuts using a spring-loaded clip on the end of the chain. When she released the ball, I felt a brief pain though my balls as it hung down on a three or four inch chain. “That’s five,” she said to no one in particular. She looked at the remaining balls in her hand and selected two more. By the time she was finished hanging them on me, my balls were screaming in dull pain and being pulled down by the weight suspended on them.
“Ten,” my wife said proudly as she stepped back. My nuts continued to ache and I tried to remain as still as possible to minimize additional strain on them from the weights swinging around.
“Very good. Get down from your pedestal,” he ordered me.
I gingerly stepped down. The swinging weights on my balls tugged more as they moved around wildly between my legs.
“Now, I think it’s time you enjoyed a man-sized cock, my love. Lead us to our bedroom!” he ordered me.
“Yes, Sir.” I turned and headed back down the hallway. Each step I took sent the weights oscillating around below my nuts, banging together and making small clicking sounds with every impact. Their swinging motion also caused brief bursts of added pain to shoot through my balls and body. I heard Becky’s heels clicking unsteadily on the floor while she giggled and laughed at something Keith said and I couldn’t hear. They followed a few steps behind me into the bedroom, where Keith guided Becky to the side of the bed. He sat on the side of the bed and positioned my wife in front of him.
“You, stand over there and you are not to touch yourself in any way!” he ordered me as he pointed towards the foot of the bed.
He reached up to take my wife’s head in his hands and pulled her down for another soft, deep, wet kiss. I couldn’t miss their tongues sliding over one another or darting into each other’s mouth. Becky’s eyes were closed and she was thoroughly enjoying her kiss. When their mouths parted, he said, “Now, my lovely, I want you to undress for me, but do it slowly and tastefully. Pretend you are dancing, if you like, but tease me. See if you can make me cum without ever touching you.” His voice was quiet, calm, self-assured, and full of warmth. The slight smile still on his lips only served to underscore his sensual appeal and Becky was captivated.
She stood back and started swaying to the beat of a tune in her head while she thought through what she was going to do. She started by leaning down and giving Keith a nice view down the top of her cleavage as her hands rubbed and squeezed her tits through the smooth fabric of the dress. After several seconds, she slowly turned around with her body moving sinuously to the music in her head and then bent over to wave her large, round ass in front of him in a large figure-eight pattern. At the same time, she looked back over her shoulder at Keith to return his broad smile and her hands moved back to caress her ass. She slowly hiked up the back of her dress with a growing smile and throwing playful kisses back to her audience of one. Just as the crotch of her panties and pantyhose became visible, she dropped the dress hem and smoothed it down over her legs.
I had never seen Becky move so erotically. Our dancing had always been as uninspired as our love-making. I saw a side of my wife that I never knew existed and I felt my arousal building slowly.
The first items that Becky removed were her heels. She did that while still bent over and rolling her ass in a nice, slow, continuous curve. Her fingers released the main strap of each shoe and she daintily kicked each one off. I was amazed at the balance and coordination that she must have required to make it look so easy. At one point, I even wondered if she had ever worked as a stripper in a club, but I knew that wasn’t the least bit true.
With her shoes off, Becky turned back to face Keith who was still sitting on the bed and enjoying her show. Moving her hands down over her ample breasts, she moved them all the way to the hem of her dress before bringing them up underneath the hem line. As her hands rose up her legs, the dress moved up with them, revealing her large, firm thighs, pantyhose, and panties. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her pantyhose and slowly started pulling it down over her Rubenesque hips. Her body wiggled to help free herself of the clinging nylon hosiery and she eventually got it down to a point where she could tug it off of her feet. That part was a little awkward, but she managed to recover well.
Straightening back up, her body continued its sensual movements and I could hear the slight sounds of her humming a tune to herself. It seemed familiar, but I couldn’t identify it. Once more, she caressed and fondled her massive boobs before moving her hands up behind her neck to release her halter top fastening. As soon as it was unhooked, I saw her boobs drop significantly and realized that the top of her dress was made with built-in support for a woman’s breasts. The weight of her boobs must have been supported by the straps around the back of her neck.
Becky maintained her hold on the two sides to the halter and slowly brought them down to keep the fabric in place that was covering her chest. Over the next minute, she played peek-a-boo with each tit before finally lowering the top of her dress completely to reveal her naked breasts. As I observed her performance and her heavy boobs swaying in front of her, my cock began stirring again. The pain on my nuts from the suspended weights had faded to a dull ache that I had stopped noticing while watching Becky perform.
I watched my wife slither out of her dress to end up naked except for a pair of very sheer, red lace panties. The gauzy material was almost transparent except for a triangular patch that covered her pussy. The sides of her panties rode up high, accentuating her legs and hips and making her look even sexier. She briefly played with her nipples and fondled her breasts before lifting each one up in turn to lick and suck on the nipple. Her pale, pink nipples were small buttons surrounded by even lighter color areola that were over two-inches across.
When she glanced sideways at me, her smile widened and then her eyes looked down at my cock before returning to watch Keith’s reactions. I looked down and saw my cock, though still soft, was noticeably much larger. I quickly looked back to continue watching my wife’s performance.
She had turned back around to give Keith another close-up view of her ass as she shimmied out of her panties with little effort or delay. Once they were kicked aside, she bent over once more with her legs spread wide apart to give him an even better view. This time, she looked back, sucked on her index finger and then put it between her legs to rub over her pussy. After fingering herself and licking her finger again, she reached back with both hands to pull her ass cheeks wide apart. All the while, she continued her slow sensual dancing while Keith gained a clear rear view of her asshole and pussy.
He reached out and lightly ran his finger over Becky’s cunt which caused her to jump and immediately straighten up. When she spun around to face him, I found it amusing that she put one hand over her pussy and tried to cover her boobs with the other arm.
Before she said anything, Keith said, “I couldn’t resist touching you. You are absolutely delightful, my dear and I must say, you are quite the dancer!” His voice was still relaxed and calming. He stood up and pulled her in close. “You needn’t cover yourself. We are going to get much more familiar in a few minutes, but first, I want you to undress me and see how good your show really was. He glanced over at me and saw my semi-erect cock.
“Even your husband found you quite exciting.” Becky’s eyes darted back over to look at me, notice my swelling cock and then turned back to face Keith. “No more dawdling. I’m here to give you a nice fucking and I know that you’ve been thinking about it for the past two days.” He removed his hands from her hips and stepped back to give her more room to unfasten his belt and pants.
I watched her fumble around undressing him until she finally stopped thinking about her own nudity. It was funny that while she was performing, it didn’t seem to bother her, but once the spell of her erotic dance was broken, she was suddenly very self-aware and insecure again. When the last of his clothing was removed, Keith stood proudly with his long, thin cock hanging down and bobbing slowly with his heartbeat.
“Now, dear, let me taste you,” Keith said. He guided my unresisting wife to lay on the bed with her open legs hanging over the side. She glanced over at me again as he knelt down in front of her exposed pussy and I couldn’t categorize the look on her face. Was it fear? Uncertainty? Modesty? I watched his tongue dart out several times to touch her pussy before giving it a nice, long lick from the very bottom to the very top of her slit. When he found her clit, Becky let out a quiet yelp of pleasure. He paused long enough to take her hands and gently guide them down to spread and hold her pussy lips wide apart for his hungry mouth.
Keith took his time eating my wife’s cunt and from her sounds and movements, I could tell that she was ready to climax when he suddenly stopped and stood up. He smiled down at her. “How do you feel about your husband watching me fuck you?” he asked pleasantly.
Becky looked over at me still standing at the foot of our bed and her eyes locked with mine. “I don’t know,” she said quietly.
“Would you like to see him with another woman? Perhaps a friend of yours. You could have him naked like this and have him start by servicing you and then your friend while you watched,” he urged. “Think about it. You don’t have to answer now, but remember, he would enjoy pleasing you any way that he could. Satisfying his Master or Mistress’s desires is his greatest joy.”
Becky looked at Keith strangely. “You don’t believe me?” he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he called me over. He carefully unclipped the weights from the noose around my balls and the relief was immediate. However, I didn’t have time to relish it.
“Your wife is ready for a good fucking, but before I can give her one, I need some help getting hard. Kneel down and suck my cock until I tell you to stop!”
I was stunned. I had never imagined sucking another man’s cock or engage in any other homosexual act. I struggled to say something, but Keith didn’t give me the chance. He pushed me down roughly by my shoulders and then held his large, soft cock before my closed lips.
“You know the rules. Don’t say anything and don’t delay. Get on with it or I guarantee your next punishment will be far worse for you. You said you would do anything to make your wife happy. Today, that means being my sub and pleasuring me,” he reminded me.
In a daze, I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock between my lips. I wasn’t sure what else to do, so I started sucking on the head. “That’s pathetic,” Keith sneered. “Is that how you like your little dick getting sucked? I doubt it. Now, do it well and you’ll be rewarded. Continue like that, and you’ll be punished. Your only reason for living right now is to pleasure me, so sget on with it!”
I started sucking his cock more vigorously and took it in my hand to control it. I happened to look over at Becky and saw that she was sitting up on her elbows watching me suck another man’s dick. Her legs were still spread and I could see directly into her gleaming wet pussy. After perhaps a minute, I felt myself getting into sucking Keith’s cock. His dick was still far from hard and I started trying different techniques to stimulate him.
While I was one my knees sucking him off, Keith had my wife get up on her knees on the bed so that he could kiss her mouth and fondle her bare breasts. None of this was lost one me as I looked up and saw my wife enjoying what he was doing with her. Part of me felt angry, but I couldn’t do anything about it, so I continued sucking cock in humiliation.
When I felt my Master’s dick responding and growing in my mouth, the thought crossed my mind that he might cum in my mouth. I wasn’t sure how I’d respond in that event, but before panic set in, I managed to convince myself that he intended to save his cream for my wife’s pussy. He kept me sucking his cock and even had me try to deep-throat it, but I couldn’t get more than half the length in my mouth before gagging. He finally let me stop and told me to go back to my position at the end of the bed.
I quickly retreated and watched as he lowered my wife back on the bed. Her legs were still hanging over the side, but he picked up one and then moved closer to guide his stiff dick into her waiting pussy. It had been over two months since Becky and I had sex and she let out a loud moan of delight as his shaft entered and filled her cunt. Soon, he was pounding into her and I watched her massive boobs bouncing over her chest as he forcefully plowed into her. Keith started making crude, filthy comments about Becky’s cunt, her tits, and how he was going to fill her cunt hole with his spunk. It wasn’t long before my wife responded with her own crude comments and descriptions of what she wanted or was feeling.
After a few minutes, he called over for me to come and hold up her other leg. I did as instructed and couldn’t resist looking down at my wife with her legs held up high and in a wide vee while I helped a man I just met as he fucked her brains out. Becky was on her back looking up at her “lover” through half-closed eyes. When she shifted her gaze over to me and noticed my part in her fucking, I thought I saw a flicker of something strange in her eyes before she let out another stream of crude commentary on being fucked. The whole time, the smile never left her face. This was truly a surreal moment that was far more powerful than anything I imagined during a sex chat online.
With a low guttural sound, Keith thrust deep inside her and climaxed. “Oh yeah, Baby! I’m going to fill that little cunt of yours up with my cum. Oh God! Here it comes! Oohhh! Unggh!…” He slammed himself into her two more times while his cock continued spewing its load of warm, spermy cream into my wife’s cunt. When he was done, he pulled out, leaving a trail of his cum to leak from her hole.
“Oh yeah, Baby! Fill my little pussy with all that cum from your big cock. No, don’t stop fucking me now! I want you to fuck my cunt hole until your balls are dry! Noooo…!” Becky cried out in dismay as he slowly pulled his softening cock from her dripping pussy.
“It’s time for you to service Madam Becky,” Keith said as he stepped out of the way and lowered her leg to hang over the side of the bed. “You need to lick her pussy clean and continue eating it until she cums. Don’t take too long, though. She and I still have more to do.”
I lowered her other leg and knelt down between her thighs. It wasn’t much earlier when I had been concerned about him cumming in my mouth, but now I had to eat his cum from my wife’s pussy. I had eaten Becky’s pussy often after cumming in it myself, and that never bothered me. I didn’t expect that another man’s cum would taste that noticeably different from mine, so I didn’t spend any more time thinking about it. I also hoped that my lack of reservation would make my Master happy with me as well.
“Oh yeah, a big pussy eating my little pussy!” my wife cooed when she saw me between her thighs. “Suck my hard little clit and make me cum!” she urged.
Becky’s pussy was already oozing out a mixture of her juices and his white cream when I first tasted her. She was also near enough to an orgasm that it wasn’t long before her hips thrust up into my face and she cried out over and over again that she was cumming. As soon as she did, more and more of the thick, creamy white juices inside seeped out of her hole to be lapped up by my tongue. I found myself excited and feeling good about giving my wife her first climax of the afternoon and hearing her unrestrained joy. I kept sucking her clit and licking her slit until she was so sensitive that she pushed me away and told me to stop.
I stood up and looked over at Keith expectantly. He smiled. “You did well. How does it feel to please your wife?”
“It feels good, Master.”
Becky’s chest had finished heaving as she remained on her back looking up at us with a very satisfied look on her face.
Keith spoke to her next. “Now, my darling. What are your thoughts on anal sex?”
Her eyes went wide. “I-I’ve never tried it and don’t think it’s something I would enjoy. It seems like it would be painful.”
Keith laughed. “I’m not talking about fucking your ass. I’m talking about you fucking his,” he said with a nod towards me. It was my turn to be shocked, but I bit my tongue to see how it was going to turn out. “You see, to establish your respective roles, there is no better way than to fuck your partner’s ass. In this case, you will have him putting himself in a position of complete vulnerability and submission to you. Maybe sometime later, you will decide to enjoy having him fuck your ass as well, but for now, he’s my sub and his ass belongs to me.”
He saw the look on my face and smiled again. “Don’t worry, it’s also my responsibility to take care of my subs and since you’ve never had anal sex, you’ll need time to properly train your ass for the real thing.” Going over to his bag, he pulled out a set of three black silicone butt plugs of different sizes and a pump bottle of clear gel.
“This is a training set to get your ass used to being entered.” He looked at Becky next. “Come over here and I’ll show you what I want you to do with him every day until I return.” My wife slowly got up from the bed while he had me bend over to grab my ankles with my legs spread wide.
“I’ll start with the smallest of the three. I don’t expect it will cause any problems and he could probably go right to the medium size plug, but we’ll keep it simple for now. Cover it with plenty of this lubricating gel like so… and then gently press the tip into his anus like this.”
I listened to him teaching my wife and felt the coldness of the gel around my sphincter, immediately followed by pressure as he pushed the small but widening tip of the plug inside. It was a strange feeling, but not painful at all.
“There. You see how easily it went in? Next, make sure the handle sits like this. That will help it remain comfortable for him as he moves around.” I couldn’t tell what he was doing, but figured that after he left, I would take a look and see what he was talking about.
“That’s all there is to it. I want you to place a plug in his ass for at least fifteen minutes at a time, twice a day. When it goes in and slides out easily and without any pain, you can move up to the next size. To remove it, pull steadily on the handle and carefully let it slide out without being forced. Once the large end is out, the rest of the plug will come out quickly and easily. Go ahead and remove it now,” he told her.
I felt Becky’s fingers between my ass cheeks as she tried to grasp the slippery T-handle of the butt plug. Once she had it, I felt a short tug, a little resistance as the wide part exited my ass, and then the conical shape was practically pushed out by my closing sphincter.
“That didn’t hurt, did it?” he asked me.
“No, Master.”
“Okay, good… let’s try the next size. Madam Becky, put that plug in the sink to be cleaned and then come back to insert the medium size plug. I saw my wife’s jiggling butt moving away towards the master bath as I looked between my legs from my bent over position. She returned moments later and took the plug that Keith handed her. “Now, put that plug inside his ass just as I showed you.”
I listened to muffled sounds of her lubricating the plug and then suddenly felt the blunt tip pressing into me. “Not too hard,” Keith cautioned quietly. The pressure eased a bit and then slowly grew as the shape expanded my asshole and was pushed inside me. Once again, the whole procedure was painless, but I felt more “full” with the larger plug filling my ass.
“How does that feel?” Keith asked me.
“It feels good, Master,” I replied from my exposed and vulnerable position. “Good, Stand up and face me.”
I did as he instructed and saw him standing next to my wife with his arms around her waist. He looked down at her and smiled. “Now, my lovely, it’s time for me to enjoy more of your delights.”
He led her back to the bed, but this time, he had her lay down with her head hanging over the side. “Open your mouth,” he instructed. His voice was gentle, but had an underlying hardness that made it more of an order than a request. Becky opened her mouth and he filled it with his limp dick. “You know what to do,” he urged as his hands reached down to take each of her breasts.
I watched Becky’s hand move up to take his soft shaft and keep it in her mouth while she commenced giving him a blowjob. To be honest, she was never very good at oral sex, but Keith didn’t harass her like he did with me. He was more intent on building her self-confidence than breaking her to his will. As she worked ineffectually on getting him hard again, he played with her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples and gauging her response. Her nipples and breasts were not very sensitive, and in my experience with her, there was little I could do to arouse her just by playing with them. However, if a woman has big tits, I guess all guys think that playing with them is pleasurable to her.
As I stood watching from the foot of the bed, I could tell that neither person was getting much out of what they were doing. Another minute went by and Keith wasn’t much closer to an erection than when they started. Becky’s body language showed that she was similarly under-stimulated. Giving up on his current plan, Keith called me in to help out.
He placed me on my back with my legs hanging over the foot of the bed, then had Becky sitting up against the headboard with her legs spread on either side of my shoulders. He then took a position over my head and directed me to suck his cock again. While not overly excited at my task, I didn’t delay and began sucking his wet cock with an eagerness that belied my actual feelings. While I was doing that, he was head down between Becky’s thighs eating her pussy once more. Soon, the only sounds in the room were those of wet slurping, licking, and a growing set of pleasurable groans from Keith and my wife.
We remained like that for several minutes before Becky came with a loud climax. I saw her feet moving around uncontrollably on either side of my head as she convulsed from what was clearly a very powerful orgasm. Meanwhile, Keith’s cock was hard and he was thrusting it further down my throat than before, but he showed no signs of cumming anytime soon. What I didn’t see was that he had moved up on my wife’s chest and was sucking and biting her huge globes while finger-fucking her pussy. I continued to suck his cock, wondering how much longer it would take.
When he had me stop, he was out of breath and so was my wife. Becky had climaxed a third time from his hand in her cunt and Keith was close to cumming as well. He looked at my wife and asked, “Madam Becky, I have some fresh cum ready to deposit and I’ll let you decide where it goes.”
She looked at him quizzically.
“Your options are: inside your mouth, inside your pussy, inside your ass, or somewhere else on your body. What would you prefer?”
I knew that she was not fond of me cumming in her mouth and she had never tried anal sex, so expected her to say her pussy. However, she surprised everyone by saying, “I want you to cum in his mouth and for him to swallow every bit of it.”
By that time, I had actually admitted to myself that I was starting to enjoy sucking cock, but was still not sure about one cumming in my mouth. Keith showed no hesitation and put his throbbing pole back to my lips. “You heard Madam Becky. Open wide!”
As soon as my lips parted, he rammed his dick between them. I had no time to react before my lips were at the base of his cock. Fortunately, it had softened a bit and less than fully erect, so it barely reached the back of my throat. I concentrated on relaxing my throat muscles and breathing normally through my nose to keep from panicking. “Has anyone ever told you that you are an excellent cocksucker?” he told me with a grin. He eased up to let me grasp his exposed shaft with one hand and then resume sucking him the way I had before.
After over a minute of vigorous sucking and teasing his cock with my tongue and teeth, I had my Master hard again.
“Oh, yes! You have such a good cocksucker, Madam Becky!” Keith moaned. I was already tasting his pre-cum and expected his dick to start pulsing into my mouth at any second. He locked mouths with Becky in a hard, lustful kiss and started thrusting faster into my mouth as his ejaculation neared. With a loud series of grunts, his cock pulsed repeatedly in my mouth, filling it with his warm, salty cream. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but admitted to myself that it didn’t taste bad. In the back of my mind, I wondered if I was bisexual because I enjoyed sucking cock.
After he was spent, he had me sit on the chair I had brought into the room before his arrival and I got to watch him cuddle and play with my wife. After at least thirty minutes, he called me over to suck him to hardness again and then he proceeded to fuck Becky doggy-style. As a reward for my cock-sucking, he had me go in front of my wife and feed my soft dick to her mouth. I ended up holding her head and fucking her mouth in synchronization with Keith fucking her pussy from behind.
My arousal grew rapidly from watching another man fucking my wife from behind while she sucked my cock. Her massive tits were swaying heavily underneath her as she rocked back and forth from the pounding she was getting from behind. Each thrust by my Master drove her forward into my hard cock which in turn, pushed my dick deep into her mouth. This was the first time she came close to deep-throating my cock and despite frequent gagging, she seemed to really enjoy the novelty of one man on either end of her. When I eventually came, she sucked every drop from my hard cock with more gusto than I had ever seen from her before. Keith managed to cum one more time inside her pussy and afterwards, said that he was completely spent.
He allowed me to remain on the bed with him and Becky for a while and watch the two of them play and fondle each other. I quickly grew bored and zoned out until he brought me out of my reverie. “Time for me to get going,” Keith announced as he gave Becky’s nipple a playful tweak and rolled out of bed. “I have a few more things that I’ll leave with you before I go. Don’t worry, all of them are yours and included with my services.” He had me get out of bed, remove the butt plug from my ass and then go wash it and the smaller one in the bathroom sink while he spoke to my wife.
When I returned, he was still getting dressed. But Becky remained nude as she listened to his instructions. Turning to me he said, “Madam Becky is not your Mistress, but I am turning you over to her care until I return. You will obey her like you obey me and if I hear of any problems, I will deal with you harshly.”
“Yes, Master,” I dutifully replied.
“This is not a 24/7 D/s relationship, but sometime later, that may be something you want to investigate. Today is just an opening taste of what is possible for two people like you. Did you find it satisfying?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied.
“Yes,” Becky echoed with a smile and a nod.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’ll be back in four days and will email you more instructions for that visit before I arrive.” He looked at me. “You did well for your first time as a sub, but things will only become more strict for you from here on,” he warned.
Looking at Becky, he added, “I have a couple surprises in mind for you as well, but I will say that I thoroughly enjoyed my time with you. Your husband is a very lucky man.”
Becky blushed.
Becky and I were standing in the foyer after Keith left. She was wearing a simple silk robe while I remained naked. I asked, “Can you remove this cord that’s still tied around my balls, now?”
She gave a strange smile. “Not yet. I’ve been given some things to experiment with you this evening and you’ll need to remain just as you are until I’m done.”