A Couple Expands Horizons

*** This is a fictional story about a middle age couple who, after decades of talking about it, try an mfm session. Going in, the wife is reluctant but wants to please her husband. Afterwards, well, you be the judge. ***/

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Chapter One – Beginnings

For over 20 years we had a dom/sub hobby in the bedroom. It started on our wedding night. We were naked in bed after a good blowjob followed by conventional missionary position sex.

Tammie told me, “I’ll do anything sexual you want”.

“Anything!… Anything covers a lot!” I replied.

“Anything”, she whispered.

“Turn over” I told her, and gave her a fairly weak open hand slap to the butt.

“Ouch! … that hurt!”

“Do it again!”

So that’s how our little hobby got started. Normally I’m a nice guy, but often my Evil Les side would take over in bed.

When we were younger, I would sometimes get pretty rough with her. I recall one time when I walked in the door from work, and without warning I grabbed her from behind, opened a switchblade knife in front of her face as I held her, and told her I might not cut her if she did exactly as she was told.

“Don’t move bitch!” I ordered. Trembling, she obeyed. Later she told me she thought I had snapped and Evil Les had turned into a real psychopath.

I’ll skip the details, but I was rough. Too rough. I had lost control using my property. In particular I got carried away using my heavy leather cowboy belt on her because she gave me some backtalk.

Even after me going way overboard, she still, in the bedroom anyway, was and is fine being treated as property.

Chapter Two – 20 years later

We are in pretty good economic shape. We both have good jobs and most of the standard middle-class accoutrements. I’m a software developer and she’s a CPA specializing in tax work. She has her own company with several employees.

We’ve both gained some weight over the years. 🙁

We still have what I think is a slightly better than average sex life than some of my peers, but we’ve kind of fallen into a routine.

We almost never had sex that doesn’t have a dom/sub style to it, but I’ve mellowed out over the years.

My cowboy belt, which is a little tight these days (OK, really tight), hangs in the closet and hasn’t moved in a while.

I decided to talk to Tammie about breaking out of our routine. One night after dinner I brought up the subject.

“Tammie honey, do you remember your wedding night promise?”

“Les, will you ever let me forget it?”

“Of course not,” I said with a slightly evil smile, “Evil Les wants to come out of retirement.”

“Oh really!” Tammie unconsciously (I think) rubbed a butt cheek.

“I think it’s time I shared my property with another Dom, as we’ve talked about in the past.”

“Oh my, I had hoped you’d given up on the idea, we haven’t talked about it in a long time” she said as her face reddened.

I slapped her on the butt, led her to the bedroom and unlocked our PC. “Come over here honey, we’re going to start by auditioning some guys on IRC.

I plugged in my usb microphone. “Put that black lingerie on, the one I like so much while I get us on IRC”.

“NO VIDEO Please! I can’t have my client seeing me.” I pointed out that she’d get more clients if she did but promised not to show her face on the internet.

“Well start with audio only role play.”

“Then why the lingerie?”

I slapped her on the butt. “You’re asking a lot of questions for a piece of property, aren’t you”?

“Yes but…” her voice trailed off.

“Look Tammie, we’ll start with audio to see if we can find a real dom that isn’t crazy and doesn’t want to do sicko things. If we do, I may want to show you off, I have a mask I’ve been saving for this occasion”.

A few minutes later she returned wearing that black outfit that always makes me horny. “While I’m visiting some chat rooms, why don’t you get under the desk and suck my dick”.

“Yes sir” she said with a sigh.

This went on sporadically for several months as I chatted with a number of horny net geeks, sometimes having Tammie roleplay with the less crazy ones.

While lots of guys claimed to be the dominant type, we found via roleplay that most really were not comfortable in that role. Or they were nuts with all kinds of moderate to extreme sick fantasies.

A lot of guys were obsessed with anal sex, which is not something either of us enjoy. Don’t get me started on piercing, water sports, and animals…..not for us!

We were looking for someone who could speak fluent English, had an IQ above 100, and was confident but not dangerous. Age, race, and penis size were not big factors, although it was clear from our chatting that our ideal guest dom would be at least in his late 30s.

Chapter Three – The Plan

I had chatted online with a fellow we’ll call Jeff. He seemed to have the same general perverted d/s interests as I do.

He was married, and clearly did not want his wife to find out about any naughtiness he might accomplish on the side. He lived about 150 miles away. He was an engineer in a nuclear power plant, at least so he said. I’m also an engineer, not nuclear, but he certainly seemed to know about how atoms are made into power. He was younger than me, in his late 40s.

Over the course of a couple of weeks I discussed the possibility of sharing my wife with Jeff. We went over our limits (no anal, nothing that would cause injury or serious bruising, no water play, a few other concerns, and other limits), and some of things I want to see. We came up with a general game plan for about a two hour session, if in person chemistry was good.

Both of us being engineers, we were able to agree on a parameter algorithm.

After dinner I brought it up with Tammie.

“Tammie, I’ve got someone I want us to meet”.

“Someone from work?” she asked.

“No, someone from IRC” I said with a wicked grin, “You roleplayed with him a couple of weeks ago. That engineer guy, Jeff”.

Her face flushed a little, she took a deep breath. “I think I remember him, I can’t always keep track of your horny net geek friends”.

“I’ve tentatively made plans for us to meet him, in Springfield, which is about halfway between us and him. There is an Embassy Suites there.”

“You have this planned out, don’t you Les”. she said, with a frown.

“Pretty much” I replied.

“Do you want to share the plan with me?” she asked.

“Well, you know I like to surprise you, but in general we’ll drive there, check into the Embassy Suites in the afternoon. I’ll meet Jeff in person in the bar that evening. You’ll wait in the lobby. If I feel like there is good chemistry, I’ll text you to come to our booth.

“And then?” she asked.

“Ahh, well if I feel like he’s not crazy and we have good chemistry, you’ll get to meet the guy.

If you decide he’s not the right guy or you just change your mind about the whole thing you can tell us you have a headache. Jeff understands what this code word means” I explained.

“And if I don’t use this…code word?” she said with raised eyebrows.

“Then we’ll probably order a light snack from the bar, and then you are dessert!”

Chapter Four – Initial meeting

I took a seat in a booth in the corner of the bar, away from the few other people there. I texted Jeff to let him know I was there.

I recognized him at once, we had exchanged images. He came over, we shook hands, and he sat down opposite me. He was taller than I expected, I’m five foot eight inches, and he was at least two inches taller. He was, as he had told me, kind of ‘soft in the middle’ but otherwise looked fit.

We were both a bit nervous, but after some brief small talk I got down to business. We exchanged lab reports. No STDs.

I reviewed Tammie’s limits; nothing that would cause serious bruising or injury, no water sports, no anal. Rough sex, especially rough oral and doggy style was encouraged. Verbal abuse was OK, as were a few not too hard slaps to the face. Open hands to the butt were OK, but don’t get carried away. A few other possibilities were also discussed to avoid surprises.

I covered our two safe words. “RED” meant stop. “No” did not. Also, we use “Mercy” to ask that the dom ease up a little bit but continue the scene.

I figured our playtime should be something on the order of an hour, two at the most.

I asked him to tell me his general plan. It was pretty similar to our routine, perhaps a tad more intense.

I explained that I’d watch as long as I could, but would join in or take sloppy seconds at some point.

Well, what do you think Les? Is this going to happen? Jeff asked.

“Let’s find out,” I replied as I picked up my phone and sent a text to Tammie.

Chapter Five – Jeff meets Tammie

As I was facing the entrance, I saw Tammie first. My smile was enough to cause Jeff to turn around.

Tammie hesitated at the door before seeing us. She was dressed as I had instructed. Thin white cotton front button blouse over a black bra, matching skirt down to just above her knees. That’s how I make her dress when we visit the adult toy store, which she really doesn’t like, but does it because I wanted to go.

Her long hair was up in a bun. She had minimal makeup, or maybe none.

Jeff turned to look at me, eyebrows raised. That’s her I said as I waved her over.

Jeff and I stood as Tammie came over to our booth. Tammie this Jeff I said as Jeff extended his hand. Tammie took his hand, after a brief hesitation.

Why don’t I get a round of drinks from the bar? I suggested as Jeff and Tammie took seats opposite each other.

Jeff wanted a beer, Tammie, who rarely drinks alcohol, wanted a Grasshopper. I’m sure she did that to piss me off, because she knows I think those green drinks are the most ridiculous thing in the world to be seen with in public. I ordered a rum and Coke.

Tammie and Jeff looked at each other through a short awkward pause.

Tammie, you look even better in real life than in Less pictures Jeff remarked, clearly looking at her chest.

“I’m pretty sure Les doctored those” she said with a slight smile

“Then Les does crappy photoshop work” Jeff said with a grin. I hope he is better in bed with you”.

“That’s kind of personal. Even a little rude.” Tammie remarked evenly.

“I hope to get a lot more personal than that, and more rude”. Jeff was grinning ear to ear.

A slightly awkward silence followed, as Jeff’s grin faded as he sensed Tammie sizing him up.

How are you feeling Miss Tammie?

“I’m nervous Jeff, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I arrived back with our drinks. Setting them on the table I asked how are you two getting along so far?

“We are getting on the same wavelength I think,” said Jeff.

Tammie looked at me and paused, her raised eyebrows told me are you really wanting this? When you’ve been married for decades, you can communicate without words effectively.

I nodded ever so slightly.

“Jeff seems like a good guy”, she said.

“No headache?” I asked.

“No, Les, no headache,” she said very quietly.

I slide her drink across the table. “Then why don’t you sit next to Jeff, get to know each other a bit better”. Jeff grinned. Tammie did not.

Tammie slid out of the booth, and sat down next to Jeff, maybe 18 inches away from him. She took a drink of her Grasshopper.

“Come a little bit closer, you’re my kind of girl, you make my mouth water,” said Jeff as he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

“Les likes Jay and the Americans too” she said, “but I’m not Mexican, Les isn’t bad man Jose, and we’re on this side of the border” she giggled. She leaned away from Jeff as he pulled her towards him.

“You are pretty bad sometimes Les, maybe not like Jose, but in your own way” she teased.

“You like a bad man, don’t you Tammie”, said Jeff, taking a sip of beer.

“I like men who are … confident,” she replied.

Jeff’s hand slid off her shoulder. He took her hand in his, and slowly slid it down and placed it on the hard dick under his jeans.

“Jeff, not here, people will see”, she whispered. She tried to lift her hand, but Jeff held it in place.

“That’s Mr. Jeff to you, Tammie”, he said as she pressed her hand harder. Hold still he said in a stern voice.

Tammie looked a bit frightened but did not move.

“Speak when spoken too!” He said sharply.

Tammie looked startled, she later told me she was surprised he was so assertive so soon.

“Sorry, Yes Mr. Jeff”. Jeff was coming on strong right out of the gate.

“Remember what we talked about dear’, I told her. “Just think of yourself as Jeff’s property for the next few hours. I’ve bragged about you, don’t let me down.”

“Now just relax, keep your hand where it belongs”. Jeff began to slowly slide his hands over Tammie’s body, exploring her face, neck and chest with one hand, as the other began to slowly slide under her skirt.

Her face reddened a bit, she looked around nervously. “Too soon, not here please!” she stated as she pushed his hand away.

They looked at each as Tammie pushed hard against Jeff’s hand.

Jeff suddenly smiled, relaxed, and withdrew his hand.

“Thank you, Jeff,”, said Tammie.

Jeff unbuttoned the top button of Tammie’s blouse and started on the next button. Tammi’s hand flew up and held Jeff’s wrist. Please, not now, not here, people will see us. That woman over there is staring at us.

“Tammie, Tammie, Tammie” said Jeff with a frown, “Is this how it’s going to be? You bitching and moaning all night?”

Tammie held up her hands, palms facing Jeff as if in surrender. “I will try to not be a bitch. I want to please, it’s just that….well…I’m not really this kind of girl”.

“What kind of girl is that?” he asked.

“You know, a girl who would let a man she just met go all handsy right away. ”

“I’m not a slut.”

“What are you, Tammie?” Jeff asked.

Tammie looked at me, I returned a stern glance.

“Property” she answered in a whisper, head downcast.

“Whose property?” Jeff asked, giving her thigh a squeeze under the table.

Tammie’s eyes closed tightly, she took a deep breath.

“I’m Lester’s property, and tonight, your property” she replied..

“What’s your only job tonight?” I asked her.

“To please you and Mr. Jeff” she answered quietly, eyes open looking at me, and then Jeff.

“Be a good whore Tam” Jeff said, taking her head in both hands and kissing her forehead.

“Mr. Jeff, please, I’m not a whore! I’m doing this for Les, not for money.”

“That’s the CPA talking Jeff”, “I explained. On the other hand, if you gave her twenty bucks she could deduct our expenses. ”

“I’ll do what you men want, but I’m not a whore” she insisted.

“Not yet anyway, but you are a slut fuck toy, aren’t you?” replied Jeff.

Tammie’s flash of anger was fading, but after a harder squeeze of her thigh she said and said “just for tonight, Mr. Jeff”.

After a few minutes of Jeff holding her tight an arm across her shoulders as he continued to alternate between sipping his drink and squeezing that thigh.

“Jeff, er Mr. Jeff, that woman across the room, the dark haired one, next to the older guy. She is still staring at us”.

“And your point is Tammie? If you are jealous of her, don’t be. She looks frigid as hell” asked Jeff.

Tammie ignored Jeff’s little joke.

“This is really embarrassing, perhaps you could, maybe please, let me be for a few minutes, or….” her voice trailed off.

“I could go up to the room to freshen up while you boys finish your drinks”.

“Hmmm” mused Jeff, “What do you think Les”?

“It’s OK by me, if we really want to show her off we should charge for it online after all” I suggested.

“You’re horrible Les” she said, sotto voce.

“The lady may have a point,” chuckled Jeff.

“Anyway slutpupy, go ahead upstairs, we’ll be right along” said Jeff.

Tammie had to slightly struggle to get Jeff to release her. She flashed a dirty look at Jeff, stood up, straightened her clothes, and began to walk away.

“Everything is going to plan so far,” grinned Jeff. I nodded in agreement with a smile on my face.

“How much time does she need to freshen up”? Jeff asked after a couple of minutes.

“Not much longer, give her about five more minutes”.

“Les, this is going to be the longest five minutes of my life!”

After what was indeed a long few minutes it was time. As we left the bar, that nosy woman was trying, and failing, to watch us without being too obvious.

Chapter Six – The Room

I had reserved a large suite at the hotel. It had a sitting area with a couch, two comfortable armchairs, a coffee table, work desk and small kitchen.

The sitting room faced the large king sized bed. A large bathroom was off to the side of this bed.

As I opened the door and let Jeff in there was no Tammie in sight. “Honey, I’m home” Jeff called.

From the bathroom Tammie called out “just have a seat boys, I’ll be out in a minute”.

Jeff said on the couch, I on the adjacent armchair. “What’s all this?” asked Jeff, pointing at the coffee table.

Laid out neatly on the coffee table were a number of items, including a vibrator, padded handcuffs, a black collar with a metal loop and the word “slut” in silver script, a blindfold, a leash, nipple clamps, some lengths of rope, a blindfold, and a ball gag.

“What does it look like Jeff?”

“Toys….wonderful toys” Jeff answered with a grin.

Just then, Tammie kind of shuffled out and into our sight. She was wearing a dark black silk robe with a cloth belt. The robe was down to about her knees.

Tammie stood facing us looking down, her hands slightly shaking.

Her long hair was down, secured into a loose ponytail with some ties. She had clearly been working on her makeup as well. A bit more eye makeup and more powder on her face.

I was already proud of my property.

Jeff stood, not yet approaching her.

“Lose the robe” he ordered.

As Tammie’s trembling hands slowly untied the robes cloth belt, “Speak when spoken to” I reminded her.

“I’m sorry Les, yes Mr. Jeff”. A pause, and the robe dropped to the floor.

Tammie was wearing a see through babydoll camisole, covering a black front hook bra and matching lace panties. As always, her skin was a smooth pale white, with few blemishes or freckles.

She was wearing her wedding rings and a gold cross on a thin gold necklace. While she usually wears a necklace, I had never seen this before. Was this some kind of message?

Jeff’s grin widened. I have to admit, so did mine. And that wasn’t the only thing happy to see her like this.

“Come here girlfriend, give your boyfriend a hug and a kiss”.

Tammie’s head snapped up, defiance in her eyes. “I’m NOT your girlfriend!” She replied, not moving, “don’t call me that!”

Jeff’s smile widened. “Then get your ass over here whore!” he ordered, pointing to the floor in front of where he stood.

The defiance in her eyes eased but was not totally gone. “I’m not your girlfriend and I’m not a whore” she whispered as she reluctantly shuffled forward to stand before Jeff, looking at the floor.

“I gave you a chance for a romantic evening. Since you rejected Mr. Nice Guy he’s gone now. Understand fucktoy?”

“I understand….Mr. Jeff” she answered looking level into his eyes.

“Put your hands behind your back, cow”. Jeff moved behind Tammie, grabbed both wrists tightly in one hand, as the other hand delivered a hard open-handed slap to Tammie’s butt.

Jeff paused after the first swat. Tammie had yelped in surprise and struggled but could not break Jeff’s grip.

“What do you say Tammie?” I interjected.

“Thank you Mr. Jeff” she spit out, still defiant.

“What else Tammie?” I asked

Tammie sniffled a little bit, “Please may I have another”. The defiance was slipping away.

Again the open hand to the butt, again the correct response.

One last swat, one more correct response. “There are more where those came from fuck toy, now hold still”.

Releasing her wrists, Jeff reached around to fondle Tammie’s breasts as he kissed her neck, holding her tight in his arms. “Has my little slut learned her lesson?”

“Yes Mr. Jeff” she whispered. I think her eyes looked moist.

Jeff reached up, grabbed the chemise at the neckline, and yanked hard, ripping open. Tammie let out a surprised gasp. A few more pulls and Jeff tossed the now useless garment aside.

“Hold still” Jeff again ordered Tammie as his hands lowered down below his property’s waist and slid inside the panties to explore for a moment. Tammie closed her eyes tight and started to stagger back, but Jeff held her in embrace from behind.

Jeff’s hands slide up to Tammie’s breasts, squeezing them, gently at first, then harder, then hard enough for Tammie to say, “Mercy Mr. Jeff”, our safe word to ease off a bit but continue.

At that, Jeff grabbed the bra, yanked it open, breaking the clasp, and exposing her breasts. Her boobs are not large, but still pretty firm for a woman of her age. She got a quick slap to a butt check, not as hard as the first ones, but enough to produce a startled yelp. Jeff yanked off the remains of the bra and tossed it aside.

“Place your hands on your head” Jeff ordered as he sat down on the couch. “Turn around slowly, I want to examine the merchandise”.

“You’ll do” he told her after she completed her turn. Jeff reached to the coffee table, picking up the handcuffs.

“On your knees here” he ordered, pointing to the floor in front of where he sat.

“Yes Mr. Jeff” Tammie said, almost a whisper as she slowly knelt before her temporary master.

“Hold out your hands,” Jeff said. As Tammie obeyed, Jeff applied the handcuffs. “Lift your hair up, I’m going to collar you.” Jeff fastened her collar and clipped on her leash.

Jeff leaned back to admire his new property. He was holding the leash in his hand. Tammie was looking at the floor.

“Look at me!” Jeff jerked on the leash to bring her eyes up. “Is that bitch still in there Tammie?” he asked sternly, his face inches from hers.

Taking a deep breath, she replied after a pause. “I won’t lie, Mr. Jeff. She’s never completely gone”.

Ah my Tammie, she’ll never be just a starfish.

Jeff slapped her face, not hard, but this clearly surprised her. She turned her head with the blow, but slowly turned back to stare into Jeff’s eye.

“For your own sake, keep the bitch under control Tammie. Now, take off my boots like a good slave.”

Jeff wore spit shined Justin Ropers.

Tammie clearly started to argue, thought better of it, and just said “yes Mr. Jeff” as she bent over to follow her instructions.

“Kiss my feet and tell me what you are”. “I’m Lester’s property”, she said, very quietly. After a pause “and yours tonight” she added as she set the boots aside and began to kiss Jeff’s feet, alternating from one to the other.

Tammie’s ass was up, her head was down as she worked. A very sexy sight!

Jeff rose and began unbuttoning his shirt as Tammie continued doing as she had been told.

Jeff cast his shirt aside, reached down, and pulled Tammie’s eyes to the level of his waist with the leash. Jeff was soft in the middle, but not soft in his demeanor.

“Take off my belt and hand it to me, property” he instructed.

Tammie did as she was told, coiled the belt, and handed it to Jeff. Jeff formed the belt into a loop in his hand. “Kiss it” he instructed.

Looking up at Jeff, she took the belt, and kissed it. Holding it gently in her hands she looked up at her owner with slightly raised eyebrows.

With his left hand, Jeff clutched her ponytail in his hand as the belt in his right hand sent the belt down, smacking Tammie across her back, not real hard, but it got her attention for sure.

“You don’t need to hurt me, Jeff! I’m doing what you want” exclaimed Tammie. Anger started to form in her eyes.

Cupping her head between his hands he explained. “Firstly Tammie, you are just property, a chubby piece of fuckmeat. That belongs to me. If I want to hurt the fuckmeat, I will. Secondly, we’ve both got to keep your inner bitch in check for at least the next hour or two.

Can you do that fuckmeat? Or does the bitch need more lessons in proper slave behavior?”

The hurt and anger faded in her eyes as she whispered “yes…, I mean no Mr. Jeff. I don’t need another lesson”.

“What is your place, fuckmeat?”

“Property, Mr. Jeff, just property” she said with a sigh.

“Very good fuckmeat, pull off my socks, then lower and remove my pants.”

As Tammie followed her order, Jeff warned her “don’t wrinkle them”. She was finding it awkward, what with her hands restrained as they were. Tammie did get them off eventually.

Jeff tossed his pants aside. “Now my shorts”. As Tammie reached for his shorts, he told her “Use your teeth, not your hands”.

“I’ll try Mr. Jeff” she responded. “There is no try, do it slut” Jeff said.

Jeff was no porn star, but the large bulge in his pants and slightly heavy breathing he was pretty aroused. As was I, as almost unconsciously I also began to undress also. I wanted to stroke my dick, but I was going to save it for Tammie later.

Tammie did have some difficulty working Jeff’s underwear past the very erect member. Once past that Jeff sat on the couch and raised his legs such that Tammie was able to slide the underwear off without much more trouble.

Keeping the underwear in her mouth, she knelt back and looked at Jeff. Later she would tell me that she hoped this silly display might amuse him and cause him to relax a bit and stop hurting her. I think it worked a little.

Jeff took the underwear and tossed it aside. Taking her head in both hands, he leaned forward as he pulled her face close to his. “Time for that kiss you owe me girlfriend” he grinned.

“Too personal” Tammie tried to say, but she was cut short as he forced his lips hard against hers. Her eyes shut tight, and she pressed her lips tightly together.

Pushing her back suddenly, Jeff saw the fire starting in her eyes. Shaking his finger at her, he said “don’t let the bitch out” he said with a chuckle.

Smiling, Jeff leaned back on the couch and spread his legs wide. Grasping Tammie’s ponytail he pulled her towards his crotch. “The AC in my truck isn’t working that great, so after that drive it’s pretty sweaty down there. I want you to get in there and lick it clean, get your tongue in as deep as you can, lick up all that stink and sweat.” Tilting her head to his face “Any questions cocksucker?”

“No Mr. Jeff”

Still holding her ponytail, Jeff lifted his hips and forced Tammie’s face under his cock and balls. “Get to work cocksucker, and I better not hear a word from the bitch.”

Tammie did as she was told, straining to lick deep under Jeff’s balls. Guided by Jeff’s firm hands she was able to lick at the joints between Jeff’s legs and pelvis. A couple of times Jeff pressed her face hard into this crouch and held there by pressing his legs together. Tammie struggled and we heard stuttering as she gasped for air. Jeff would yank her head back and tilt her eyes to face him.

“You are useful fucktoy.” he told her as she breathed hard, her boobs rising and falling in a very nice way, her face red and shiny. “Does the bitch have anything to say, whore?”

“No sir” was the answer, between gasps for air.

“Back to work cocksucker” said Jeff as he pressed her face back between his legs. Jeff himself was kind of red in the face a bit also. “Now the cock and balls” he ordered, and Tammie obeyed quickly, holding the cock as she began to lick.

“Don’t use your filthy whore hands on my dick!” Jeff almost yelled.

Tammie dropped her hands, but the dick slid around her face as she tried to clean it as instructed. This wasn’t really working.

Jeff yanked her head back, holding the ponytail with one hand he spit on her face, and smeared precum around her lips, cheeks and forehead.

He then pulled her head back to look into her eyes again. By now, both were breathing pretty hard. I sensed that Jeff didn’t want to cum, but he didn’t want to stop either.

“Les, do me a favor,” said Jeff. “Hand Tammie her vibrator please”. I was happy to help. As Jeff continued to hold her head, I handed her the vibrator, reached around to give her boobs a gentle squeeze and kissed her on the back of her neck. “I’m proud of you” I whispered.

“Turn that on, hold it in your pussy while you suck me. Les says you are the best cocksucker in 47 states. Prove it”

Tammie proceeded to prove that she was indeed an outstanding cock sucker. After activating the vibrator and holding it between her legs she began to prove how right I was.

Tammie always said that she enjoyed sucking dicks. It took me a long time before I accepted that she was really telling the truth, and not just trying to please me.

Slowly at first, her lips slid over Jeff’s dick.

“If I feel so much as feel a tooth, you’ll regret it cocksucker” said Jeff. He need not have worried.

Tammie ignored him as she began sliding her lips further down his wet shaft, gradually going deeper. Jeff kept gentle pressure on the back of her head. Despite himself, he was clearly very aroused and moaned a bit.

Precum was dripping down Tammie’s chin and dripping on her breasts. It was one of the most arousing things I’d ever seen.

“He’s going to cum right now, and we haven’t been at it for more than 15 minutes and she’s not even swallowed the whole thing yet” I thought to myself.

After maybe five minutes she was taking his entire shaft in a regular rhythm.

“Maybe I should have a turn?” I asked Jeff. He looked at me, a bit confused. I think he had forgotten I was there.

“Ahh…hmmm….OK, for just a minute” he mumbled. He pulled Tammie’s head back and slipped behind her. I took his place, and still holding her head Jeff began to force Tammie’s head up and down my cock, already damp with sweat and precum.

“Keep that vibrator going” I told her as I noticed she had stopped moving it.

Jeff’s breathing was calming down as both Jeff and his member relaxed a bit.

After maybe five minutes Jeff spoke. “You’re a lucky man, very lucky” he told me. “May I have the fucktoy back please?”

“Of course, you are our guest after all. Right Tammie?”

Jeff pulled her head back as Tammie said, “Whatever you say Master”.

As I stepped back Jeff reached down, grabbed her hand restraints and pulled them up. Fortunately for her I think, she held on to her vibrator.

“Suck your stink off of that tool” Jeff ordered. Tammie has never been afraid of cum, nor has sucking a dick that just came out of her pussy ever been a problem for her.

With a slight smile, she slid the vibrator down her throat and held it there, looking at Jeff with a smug facial expression that said, ‘I don’t mind this at all’.

Taking the vibrator away and returning it to the coffee table, Jeff again grabbed Tammie’s wrist restraints and roughly pulled her to a standing position.

“Lose the panties” instructed Jeff. “Yes Mr. Jeff” she answered. Again, it was a bit awkward for her because of her restraints, but she managed it.

Without thinking, Tammie placed her hands over her pussy as Jeff was staring at her. Jeff quickly swatted her hands away. “Spread your legs Tammie, I want to check your fuckhole out.”

Putting his hands behind her butt, he pulled her closely, and proceeded to first smell, and then begin to lick her pussy as she stood. This surprised her, and wavered a bit, then tried to put a hand on Jeff’s shoulder, but the restraints made that a difficult maneuver.

Tammie generally loves being eaten. I don’t do it enough I’m afraid. Anyway, she had never been eaten while standing. I didn’t even know this was possible.

She closed her eyes, moaned quietly, and even smiled a little.

After maybe a minute or two of this Jeff stood up. As he did so he took Tammie out of her reverie with a slap to her butt. This startled her, she asked “why?” in a sharp tone.

“Tammie, that was the bitch talking wasn’t it?” asked Jeff.

“I’m sorry Mr. Jeff, you just startled me a little, I didn’t mean anything by it.” She had a little tremble in her voice.

“I try to give you a little pleasure and your inner bitch comes out. That wasn’t nice, was it, girl?”

“I’m sorry sir, I … I… I don’t have an excuse”. Tammie is from a military family.

“There will be consequences every time that bitch comes out,” Jeff said ominously.

“Turn around, face the bed” he ordered.

As Tammie slowly turned Jeff picked up the ball gag. It was the kind that has a hole in it so the sub can breathe a little and sort of speak.

“Maybe this will keep that inner bitch out of this romantic encounter” Jeff said as he secured the ball gag firmly in her mouth.

Giving Tammie a shove toward the bed he ordered to “Bend over, lift your butt. We are going to have a counseling session with the bitch”.

Stepping back, Jeff took a batters stance and proceeded to administer hard swats to Tammie’s butt.

After the first swat he asked, “You want another, don’t you slave?”. She shook her head side to side, a no.

Swat! “Wrong answer fuckmeat! I’ll ask again, you want another one, don’t you?”

After a pause, her head nodded up and down.

Swat! Harder this time. “Do you think your inner bitch got the message yet fuckmeat”? Tammie nodded yes emphatically.

“Right answer girlfriend” he told as bent forward to kiss the back of her neck. In a low voice he asked, “you want to be fucked, right girlfriend”? Tammie nodded yes.

“You’ve been wanting to be fucked by two guys for a long time. Because you are a nymphomaniac slut whore, right girlfriend”?

Tammie tried to say something about not being a whore, instantly earning her another swat to the butt followed by a muffled cry.

“Let’s try that again, girlfriend. You’re a nymphomaniac slut whore who wants to be gangbanged, right?”

A slow nod in the affirmative from Tammie.

“That’s a good girlfriend, now spread your legs, keep that ass up, you’re going to get your reward”.

Reaching between her legs, his fingers explored and stroked her pussy as he took her ponytail in his hand and lifted her face up with his leash. Jeff later told me he was surprised at how wet Tammie was.

I moved next to the bed, I wanted to see her face when she was penetrated. There were clear handprints on her butt. Her face was a mess. Her face was shiny with fluids, some dripped down her chin. Her boobs were shiny with fluids. Her makeup was smeared, her eye makeup had run down her cheek forming a trail of tears. She had kind of a dazed look on her face.

“You are nice and wet girlfriend” said Jeff as he thrust his dick hard, as deep as he could make it go. Tammie almost squealed, a sound of pain but also excitement.

Jeff began a rhythm, a hard thrust, pulling her hips toward him as hard as he could, followed by a pause. Each thrust generates a moan or yelp. With each thrust her face contorted and her eyes squeezed tight. Her fingers had a death grip on the bedspread. Jeff almost lifted her feet off the floor with each thrust.

The man was in good shape.

A few more thrusts and it sounded like Tammie might hyperventilate, her face was bright red, she was breathing with great difficulty. I’m sure only Jeff’s vice-like grip on her hips kept her legs from collapsing under her as she bent over the edge of the bed.

I was about to say something, I didn’t want her to pass out, but it turned out I didn’t need to.

Jeff let out a loud moan, pumped very quickly, and unloaded into my wife. By now Jeff was breathing almost as hard as Tammie. He released her hair, and her head fell to the bed, turning her head so as to facilitate what breaths should take through the gag.

Jeff was still holding her hips, pressing his relaxing dick, leaving it there as both tried to return to a more normal mental state.

Cum ran down Tammie’s legs.

I looked at my watch. It had only been a little over half an hour. Our goal was an hour, maybe two at the most.

Of course I was the one still with a lot of stored up hornyiness.

Jeff eased out of Tammie, stepping back with a deep sigh. “Les, your wife is the best fuck I think Ive ever had, certainly not since I was in the Navy stationed outside Olongopo.

Heck, my wife won’t even shine my boots!”

“Are you done with her?” I asked. “No, but I can take a break. It’s your turn if you want it Les” he answered.

“I think I will”

Tammie had barely moved. “Come up on the bed honey” I told her, helping her onto the bed, leaving her face down as I removed the ball gag and set it aside.

Taking a deep breath, she said “Thank you Les! I was running out of air!”.

“You owe another thank you, don’t forget” I suggested.

Tammie lifted her head, looked at Jeff, who was climbing onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard. “Thank you, Mr. Jeff”, she said softly, looking at him.” Jeff tipped an imaginary hat, “glad to help ma’am he answered, in an exaggerated John Wayne imitation voice.

I was beside my wife now, I slipped two fingers gently into her pussy. It was wet, very wet, with a mix of her own juices and Jeff’s ample load of cum.

“Kind of messy down here dear. Here, see what I mean”. Taking a scoop of the mess out of her pussy, I smeared the nasty mixture around her mouth and then inserted the fingers into her mouth.

“Suck this” I told her. Which she did with flinching, looked up and smiled slightly as I pulled out my fingers with a small pop. She really has no fear of sexual fluids at all.

“Turn over, sit up” I told her, and helped her up to face me. I had decided that Jeff was doing enough dominating for the both of us. It was time for me to show a little gratitude for my most unusual spouse. Something romantic in the middle of this d/s session was not part of the plan, but I felt a deviation from plan was needed.

I stroked her messed up face a little with my hands, kissed her neck and whispered into her ear a soft thank you. I began to kiss her down her neck until I reached her boobs. I held them gently as I kissed and sucked on them in a way I knew she liked very much. I may have noticed a tear roll down her cheek. Without prompting, she began to gently stroke my dick.

Jeff had remained silent, for which I was grateful, but I also knew he wasn’t here to see this lovey dovey stuff. Nor was I really. Jeff was now sitting on the end of the bed, leaning on the headboard.

Chapter 7 – Round Two

“OK, fucktoy face down again” I said as I suddenly took her by her shoulders, twisting her by her shoulders, pressing her face down into the bed and lifting her ass into the classic doggy style position.

“Tammie, you left a mess on Mr. Jeff’s penis and balls. Ask Mr. Jeff if he needs them cleaned.

She turned her head to look at me, surprised by my sudden turn of attitude. I raised my eyebrows, enough for her to know that if Evil Les was not out, he was at least near the surface of my Id.

After 30 years of friendship and 20+ of marriage, she can read me like a book.

“Mr. Jeff, shall I?” she asked as she looked at our guest.

“Do it” he replied instantly. Tammied wriggled up and began once again to clean Jeff’s private parts. This time he just seemed to lean back on the headboard and relax, his eyes closed, a contented smile on his face.

“Ass up” I told her as I gave her butt a nice open-handed slap and began to lift her hips. “Hey!” she said as she turned her head to look at me. By now the poor girl’s butt cheeks were both a pleasing red.

Taking her head and quickly forcing it back into his crotch he asked “do you really want your inner bitch to piss both of us off? Do you, girlfriend?”

I heard a muffled “no sir” as I began my own doggy style thrusting into my wife. Each thrust generated a yelp or a moan. Jeff was holding Tammie’s head, guiding her mouth as she was pushed forward.