Michelle and suzanne

(This is another chapter in Michelle and suzanne’s story. I asked Yourcumkitten (suzanne) for her input, and so this story is really about making her fantasy come true. Thanks for being such a good muse, suzanne. I hope you enjoy this new chapter!)

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I let out a moan of pleasure as the orgasm ripped through me, and I arched my back to grind my pussy on her lovely face. My fingers twined in her auburn hair and pulled her close, wedging her head between my spread legs. I’m still amazed, after all this time, that suzanne eating my pussy can still feel so new, naughty, and titillating! It’s been over two years since our first adventures, and it still feels fresh and exciting. That’s pretty impressive, I think!

After my climax, I stood up and started gathering my clothes. I looked at suzanne, laying there on the plush carpet of my living room. she was completely naked, except for the steel collar which signified that she was my sub. she smiled up at me, her pretty face glazed with my juices.

I knelt back down, not quite ready to get dressed after all, and said, “Spread your legs, sweetie.” she did, and I began to finger her. her slit was wet from the pleasure of eating me, and she moaned as I rubbed her clit and slid my slender fingers inside her. I watched her rapturous face as she moaned and cooed, and I couldn’t help but smile, glad she was mine.

My best friend. My lover. My possession. Mine.

“you know we don’t have time to finish, right? The girls will be home any minute,” I said with regret.

“Oohhhhh!” she sighed softly. I could tell she didn’t want to complain, but ached to cum. “Yes, i know, Mistress Michelle. Thank you for touching me.”

I bent and kissed her very slowly and deeply, and slid my fingers deep inside. Then I whispered, “I promise I’ll make you cum as soon as I can, okay, sweetie?”

“Ohh, thank You!” she gushed. “Yes, please!!”

“Good girl. Now let’s get dressed, before we’re caught naked.”

By the time the bus arrived and the kids came crashing through the door, we were just two moms, sitting at the breakfast bar having coffee. I loved how quickly we could change roles when we needed to. When suzanne was my submissive, she was totally submissive. It didn’t seem like a role anymore. If anything, it was more like being a housewife and mom was her role, and being my submissive was her identity, but it was amazing how easily we flowed between existences.

My older daughter, Sara, took a break from her stream of chatter with her sister just long enough to say, “Hi, Mrs. McNeil!” before scooting right through the kitchen into her bedroom. Lizzie, always hungry, paused at the fridge before escaping to her room. It was amazing how much that girl could eat and still be string-bean skinny! I’m sure it was because she was so active, running on the track team and doing gymnastics.

“Hi girls!!” suzanne called cheerfully after them. My two girls and suzanne’s two boys had been raised almost like brothers and sisters, and sometimes it seemed we were both moms to all four of them. It was interesting to watch the dynamic among the kids change, though, as they hit puberty and then started high school. They still acted like siblings most of the time, but you could tell they were no longer oblivious of the other’s gender. I sometimes wondered if any of them would end up dating.

My thoughts were interrupted by suzanne saying, “i’d better get home myself. The boys will eat everything in sight if i’m not careful.”

We laughed and gave one another a friendly hug, and I whispered, “Soon!” in her ear. her delighted whimper gave me a thrill! As she headed next door to her own brood, I wondered when we could meet up. Maybe later tonight would work. I didn’t want to keep her waiting too long. she really had been a good girl.

As it turned out, I didn’t get to satisfy her that night. The girls went to a movie with friends, and Jamie decided to take advantage of the opportunity for a date night! And by date night, I mean we ordered pizza, had a couple of beers, and then he ravaged me good before the girls got back! It was glorious.

I should point out, I am not involved with suzanne because there is anything at all wrong with my marriage. It’s true I have fidelity issues, but those are mine alone. Jamie is a wonderful husband, father, and friend, and we have a happy, active life. suzanne just adds something Jamie can’t provide, a submissive to my secret Domme. They are both important to me, and I love them both. To keep them both, though, I have to live a lie. suzanne and I have always agreed to keep our families out of it, so to speak. For good or ill, I have managed to live my lie quite easily. I hope I am always able to, because I will not give either of them up without a fight.

But, as I lay there that night, still glowing from Jamie’s vigorous dicking, I had the thought that I would love to make suzanne eat my husband’s cum straight from my pussy! The image was so intense as to seem real. So, as Jamie slept, I fingered myself to another sweet orgasm fantasizing about it! Afterward, I drifted off to sleep, my brain quietly working on the dilemma of how I could pull it off without Jamie knowing. Only for a half-sec did I even wonder whether I should.

Anyway, since that night didn’t work out, the next day I texted suzanne to see if she might be able to visit me at work. she has stopped by, from time to time, but we’ve never gotten naughty there. Up until a few months ago, I didn’t have my own office, but a promotion has given me an office with, if not a view, at least a door. I was pretty sure there were no cameras in there, either, though it’s hard to tell these days, so there was also a little privacy. I know they monitor my computers, like they do everyone’s, but at least I didn’t seem to be watched.

suzanne said she could sneak out during her office hours if she was lucky, and she could swing by then. We’d only have a half hour or so, but that was all the time she would have. Hopefully a wayward student wouldn’t derail her schedule.

All morning, I watched the clock. It seemed like weeks!! I found myself lightly touching my nipples in anticipation, distracted from my work. When at last I got a call from the receptionist saying that I had a visitor, I was wound pretty tightly!

I met suzanne in the lobby and we got into the elevator. The building only has 5 floors, and my office is on the 4th, so the ride wouldn’t be long, but as soon as the doors shut I pulled her close and kissed her. Each passing floor brought a heightened awareness, trying to sense if the elevator would stop or keep climbing upward. We made it to my floor and into my office without meeting anyone, though.

“Get undressed for me!” I ordered, as soon as I had shut the door. she was wearing the perfect schoolteacher outfit — a white button-down blouse and a navy calf-length pencil skirt. Feeling hungry and impatient, I helped with her bra. When she was naked, I unpinned the bun in her hair and ran my fingers through her auburn tresses. With a hand at the back of her neck, I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. I reached between her legs and found her already moist. I bent and sucked her nipples while I played with her, and she was soon utterly soaked. I slid my fingers deep inside her, making her moan and tilt back her head. I took my wet fingers from her pussy and slid them between her half-parted lips, feeding suzanne her own juices. I slid my fingers deep past the back of her throat, deepthroating her with my fingers.

I whispered “If I had a cock, I throatfuck you constantly, my sweet little slut.”

More moans and whimpers escaped her as I fingerfucked her throat. I knew time was short, though, so I returned to fingering her pussy.

“Do you want to cum, suzanne?” I cooed. It was my favorite question in the world, most days. Especially days like this, when suzanne’s pleasure was literally in my hands.

“Yes!! Yes Mistress, please!” she whispered in a quavering voice.

“Mmmmmmm, good. I want you to cum, too. you’ve been a very good girl…”

As I spoke, I stopped fingering her and pushed her gently to her knees. She looked up beseechingly — she was so achingly beautiful when she looked at me that way!

I lifted my skirt and pulled aside my panties, and said, “Eat me, sweetie. Make me cum fast enough and you’ll get your turn.”

I held my skirt up out of the way and made her eat me standing up. I love this power position, I’ve found, and my hand on the back of her head guided her just where I wanted her. “Mmmm, soooo good, suzanne!” I murmured. “If I was a man, I’d cum all over your pretty face and send you back to class with my seed drying on your skin. It’d probably send them into heat, though, and you’d get gang-raped by an entire freshman lit class!” I teased.

suzanne moaned in apparent pleasure at that thought, and feasted on my pussy hungrily! All the dirty talk, and the illicit tryst in my office, along with suzanne’s gifted mouth soon pushed me to an orgasm! I may not have been able to ejaculate a big load of semen all over her, but her face was glazed with my juices when I helped her up.

I made a show of checking the time, and suzanne looked hopefully at me. I didn’t keep her in suspense — I told her to get up on my desk for me.

I knelt on the floor and spread her legs, opening her pink flower to me. She was at the perfect height this way, and I reached out and gently kissed her swollen labia.

“Do you wanna cum, baby?” I asked again.

“Oh god, yes please!” she nearly gasped.

It was my turn to eat pussy hungrily! she tasted so good, and she was so excited she squirmed and writhed on my desk. I reached up with both hands and played with her nipples as I tasted her, eliciting moans and whimpers of the sweetest pleasure. I paused just to take a look at my delicious friend, spread open on my desk. I could see her glistening juices flowing freely down onto the desktop, and I thought I would probably leave that there as a naughty reminder! I didn’t pause long, though, and soon after I started back to work with my tongue, suzanne orgasmed for me. she was embarrassingly and alarmingly noisy, although I knew she was trying to be quiet, and I hoped no one could hear. In any case, it was too late to worry about it now!

I helped her to her feet, where she stood, looking shaken and sated.

Kissing her lightly, I said, “Better get dressed, hon. you’ll be late.” I nodded at the clock on the wall.

When she reached for her bra, I smiled mischievously and grabbed it from her hand.

“No no!” I chided. “Bra and panties stay with me!”

“But M… Mistress!” she blurted, just catching herself before calling me Michelle. “i have to go back to work!”

“I know, sweetie. Be careful what you think this afternoon — you don’t want your perky nipples giving you away!” I teased her nips to hardness with my thumbs and then quickly kissed each one. “Now get dressed and scoot! Seriously, I don’t want you to be late!”

I’ve never been in suzanne’s classroom, but I always imagined a bunch of college kids, first time away from home. Maybe because I find her attractive, I picture them lusting after the hot teacher. So maybe sending her back sans undies plays more into my fantasy than any reality, but I liked the idea, and I decided to expand on it a little more. I sent her a text, hoping she’d get it before she got back to the classroom.

“Glad you came by! Happy to make you cum. Now, do something for me. Get your nipples hard in each class for the rest of the day. Make sure they’re visible! Tell me tonight… M”

I hit send and went back to work. Soon, I heard the familiar buzz. I unlocked my messages to see a simple text. “Yes, Mistress”

We only had time for a quick visit before dinner that night, and I asked suzanne how the afternoon went. she said the day went pretty well, but nothing exciting happened after she left my office.

“No?” I asked. “Did you do what I asked?”

suzanne looked hurt that I would ask, and nodded her head yes. “I did! No one seemed to notice or care, though. It was kind of sad,” she lamented. “In the first class after I got back, i stood up front and played with my nipples for a good thirty seconds and no one even looked up. I mean, it was exciting to touch myself, Mistress, but the students just didn’t care.”

she sounded so downhearted I regretted having asked her to do it. I knew it had nothing to do with her, or how attractive she is, but it still made me sad for her.

she continued, “i even pinched them and got them extra hard, and leaned over a student’s desk to help, and he didn’t look twice. They sure weren’t like those frat boys at that party you took me to when we first started!” she sighed. “They seemed to find me desirable enough. They sure fucked me silly…”

suzanne was heading towards the morose, and I said, “Hey! Stop that! You know you’re still hot! And I’m gonna whip your ass for doubting it, do you understand, suzanne? No more of that talk!”

she wiggled a little on the stool and nodded yes. I knew she was still feeling bad, but at least she had a little smile now.

It was some time before we had a chance to get together as D/s again. That happened from time to time, just because family and jobs always had to come first. During the intervening weeks, though, I kept reminding suzanne that she was owed a spanking, and I did my best to remind her she was Mine, too.

Our next opportunity came when Jamie and Tom took all the kids on a weekend trip to see the Mariners play, and to do the tourist thing in Seattle. suzanne and I were able to beg off, not being baseball fans. The guys were happy enough to give us a girls’ weekend, anyway, so it was a perfect opportunity. Little did they know what our girls’ weekends could turn into!

Jamie, Tom and the kids decided to leave right after work on Friday night. It would make for a long evening, and they wouldn’t get to Seattle until nearly midnight, but they wanted as much time for their weekend as they could fit in. As soon as we saw the family off, I led suzanne back inside the house. I made her strip for me, and then I pinned her against the fridge with a deep kiss and a hand between her legs.

“I missed you, you sexy fucking slut!” I sighed as I finally broke the kiss. I fingered her sweet pussy as she simply moaned. Then I gave her another peck and said, “Now get in here and eat Mistress’ pussy!”

My anticipation of our weekend together had me horny, and I led suzanne by the hand into the living room. I slipped off my panties, sat down on the couch, and spread my legs. Being the good girl she is, she knelt down without being asked again and feasted on my flower.

After she made me cum, I asked her to come shower with me, and suggested that we go out to dinner.

“Let’s dress up really sexy and go someplace new!” I said, and suzanne agreed readily.

Maybe I should take a moment to describe the two of us. You may be new to our story, or you may have forgotten since we last spoke. It’s been a while, after all!

We are both in our thirties now, with two kids each. To say we are like models would be a lie. We both wear the scars of motherhood proudly. But we also both take good care of ourselves, and we visit the gym regularly, so it’s not like we’re couch potatoes. I’m blond, 5′ 7″, with soft, straight shoulder-length hair and a medium frame. Since I am a Domme, you might be picturing someone who is butch or masculine looking, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I have delicate facial features and I dress in a very feminine style. True, I’ll wear skirt suits to work, but I don’t think you’d ever mistake me for a man.

suzanne is a classic southern beauty! Even though we’ve lived up here in the northwest for a long time, she still has a sweet accent and is naturally charming. she is a bit shorter than me, but not much, and she has a slender frame, despite the two kids. she might argue with that, but trust me — her C-cups look fantastic, and you’d think they were much bigger because of her build. I think she looks great in the slutty little short dresses and mini skirts I sometimes have her wear. And when she dresses normally, the steel ring collar I put on her years ago just seems to be an edgy accent, and no-one among our friends and family ever makes a comment about it. her wavy auburn hair, not quite flame red but far from brunette, simply glows when the sun hits it just right, and she wears it a little longer than mine, usually. her little bush is bright red, and though she used to wear it shaved or waxed smooth, I convinced her to keep a neatly trimmed little landing strip just for me. I doubt her hubby minds, either.

Anyway, you get the picture — we’re both reasonably attractive, fairly normal-looking women. It’s only when I dress her like a whore and put a leash on her collar that anyone takes notice.

We took a luxurious shower, soaping one another up and kissing while we washed. No shower sex this time, but it was very sensual. Afterwards, I grabbed my clothes for the evening and we walked next door to suzanne’s to finish getting ready. By the time we hopped in my car to head out, I wore a tight red tee and black skirt that fell just above my knee, and suzanne wore an emerald green sleeveless sheath dress with a scooped neck and open back. She didn’t wear a bra, but I had her don a pretty white thong. You never know when a thong will come in handy.

Our little town is small but growing. While I don’t know if I’d feel free to do just anything here, there are parts of town where I feel unlikely to run into anyone we know. For our wilder adventures, we have always driven into the city, but tonight we got a late start and decided to stay in town. I read about a new taphouse in an area that none of our friends frequent, so I decided to take suzanne there. They gave us a booth, and we snuggled into one side together. I thought I saw a few sideways glances from other people a time or two, but for the most part no one paid us any mind, even when we shared a tender kiss.

We finished dinner and decided to check out a couple of the bars that lined the street. When we stepped out into the evening air, I took the chrome chain leash from my purse and snapped it onto suzanne’s collar. We stopped by the car and I put my purse discreetly in the trunk. Then we headed out to the street.

“Let’s go have some fun, shall we?” I said, grabbing her ass and pulling her close for a kiss on the sidewalk.

We strolled along the well-lit sidewalk, checking out the nightlife as people thronged in and out of the bars and clubs. It was Friday night, after all, and the area was pretty busy. I led suzanne into a couple of places, but neither seemed like a fun crowd. I wanted to dance, and the bands in both places were kind of lame. I saw a good sized group outside a place further down the street, laughing and smoking, and they looked like they might be a fun crowd. As we got near, I saw the name of the place was “Slippery Knickers,” and the music pumping out into the street sounded good, so we went in. The doorman, running an appreciative eye up and down suzanne (and me too, if I may be conceited!) and said “Two for one, since you’ve got her on a leash!” and laughed as he took our cover charge.

“Slippery Knickers” turned out to be just as fun as I’d hoped! There was a good mix of college-age people and older folks, too. Lots of people were in groups, but there were a number of couples and singles, as well. The band played a good mix of dance music and were very engaging. At first, I didn’t think anyone was going to dance with us. It seemed no one knew what to make of the woman with her friend on a leash, but we danced every song, and soon we had various people dancing with us and buying us drinks. One guy came up and asked, serious as could be, “Would you ladies care to dance?” And so we danced with him. It was a fun, fast number, and suzanne and I kind of sandwiched him between us. A little not-so-innocent grinding had him grinning like a Cheshire cat.

That kind of opened the floodgates, so to speak, because then lots of people danced with us. Single men, single women, couples — you name it. At one point, a guy asked suzanne to dance a slow number. She looked at me and asked, “May I, Mistress?” The guy looked kind of surprised. I’m not sure what he expected, since I’m sure he’d seen the leash, and seen us dancing together the whole night.

I looked at the man, who was probably our age, maybe a little older, and thought about it. He was a good looking guy, and he didn’t really come across as skeevy or anything. I finally said, “Both of us first,” raising my voice to be heard over the music and pointing from myself to suzanne. “Then we’ll see.” He smiled and nodded yes, so we huddled up. At first we tried to dance in a triangle, but that was awkward, so we sandwiched him again. It was a little more difficult than the previous guy, because that was a faster song and we didn’t try to stay as close together. Eventually, though, we found a rhythm, with me up close behind him and suzanne facing him. Once we got going, it was very sensual. I looked over and caught suzanne’s eye, and we leaned in and kissed over his shoulder. We kept kissing for a long moment, and then I reached up to unclip her leash. I eased over to a barstool and let them finish the dance. It didn’t take long before the guy’s hands were on her ass, easing up her dress.

That song ended, and I collected suzanne from her dance partner. He smiled at us both and reluctantly let go of her hand as I led her away. I let him know we were only stepping outside, and we’d be back.

On the sidewalk, drinking in the cool night air, I asked suzanne if she was having fun. she said she was, but there was a bit of regret or something in her voice.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” I asked. “You seem like something’s on your mind.”

“Well, yes, Mistress… I, I…” she sputtered, the words hanging up in her throat, “… I don’t want to seem ungrateful or… or step out of place, but… ”

I urged her to go on.

“But… well… I really wanna get fucked, Michelle! All this dancing has me wound up!”

I laughed and said, “Well, aren’t you a horny little thing!” I surreptitiously reached down between us and slipped my hand under her dress. I lightly rubbed her clit through the thong as I continued softly, “You know, if you want to get some cock, you should probably be careful about calling me Michelle. That won’t get you anything but an ass-whipping. Or should I say, a worse ass-whipping, ’cause you already have one coming!”

her mouth dropped open and she said, “Oh my gosh! I’m sorry!! I forgot myself, Mistress!”

I laughed again and said, “That’s okay, sweetie. Everyone slips. That’s what whippings are for. Little reminders. But I have a serious question for you, suzanne.” I continued solemnly, “You’re sure you want to fuck someone else? We haven’t done that in a long time. You know, involved a stranger…”

“i know! i’m sorry mistress! i don’t mean to complain! i’m happy just being with you…”

But I could tell she wanted more.

“This isn’t about me, suzanne. I want you to be honest. you won’t hurt my feelings. I just want you to be sure you’re okay with it all when it comes to Tom. I mean, you remember last time — the worry, and the testing…”

she nodded her head sheepishly, looking at me with huge green eyes. I kept rubbing her pussy as we talked, and I felt her dampness. she really was hungry to be fucked, and it was turning me on, too.

“”Okay, suzanne. We’ll talk more about this during the weekend.”

I could see that she was trying hard not to look disappointed.

“Don’t worry, my horny little slut. I’ll see that you have some fun tonight. I just wanted to be sure.”

At that, she clapped her hands happily, and thanked me.

I gave her firm little mound a good squeeze and then clipped her leash back in place. We headed back inside to see what I could cook up for her.

We looked for the guy she had been dancing with before, but he was nowhere to be seen. I didn’t think that would be a problem, since the bar was full of possibilities. Leaning in against the thrum of the music, I said into her ear, “I’ll pick for you.” she nodded in understanding.

We mingled and danced some more, and I eventually I settled on someone. Two guys appeared to be there together, just dancing with different people and having fun. I’d seen them dance with a number of women, and they seemed like they were just there to enjoy themselves. I hadn’t seen any groping, or disgusted looks from the women, so I figured they weren’t really trolling for a hookup. They were both decent looking, in their 20s maybe, and one of them was really tall. Like, six-and-a-half feet tall. The other was about average height, but he looked short in comparison.

I pointed them out to suzanne, and instructed in her ear, “See those two? We’ll go up to them, and try to get them to dance. After the dance, I want you to strip off your thong and hand it to the tall one. Tell him you want to take him outside and suck his cock. Tell the other guy you’ll suck him too, if he doesn’t mind seconds. Understand?”

The plan went off without a hitch, more or less. I think the guys thought we were just jerking them around at first, or maybe trying to scam them, but in the end they followed us outside and down the sidewalk to a dark side street. We were in shadows, tucked between parked cars, but otherwise we were in plain sight of the main street, just twenty or thirty yards away from partying pedestrians and slow-moving traffic.

“Take off your dress and hand it here,” I told suzanne matter-of-factly, and she slipped it over her head and gave it to me. I kissed her and gave her pussy a quick squeeze to remind her who owned her, and then told her to get on her knees.

“There you go,” I said to the tall guy. “she’s all yours.” I laughed and added, “Well, her body’s all yours, for a few minutes, anyway.”

He looked perplexed and just stood there looking at me for a long moment. I knew he wasn’t sure what our game was, and I was quite sure he’d never been in this situation before, so his confusion was understandable.

I laughed and said, “You better get unzipped and get on with it! The longer we’re here, the more likely we’ll be noticed.”

He unzipped, loosing a cock that was quite long, even though he wasn’t all the way hard yet.

As he stepped up to suzanne, his friend spoke up for the first time since we’d come outside.

“What’s the deal here? Does… does she do whatever you tell her to?”

“she does!” I answered, as suzanne put her sweet mouth to work on the tall guy’s cock. “she’s my sub. she’d fuck me, you — anybody I tell her to. she’d walk naked into a police station if I insisted. she’d seduce her own son, if I was sick enough to ask her to. Understand? she’d do anything.”

“But, why??” the guy asked. He tugged unconsciously at the crotch of his jeans, his eyes darting to suzanne. “Why does she do that?”

I smiled, knowing it would be impossible to fully explain. “she does it because it’s what she needs. And because she knows I understand her and because we trust one another completely.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he stopped asking questions. Instead, he watched intently as suzanne knelt naked on the dirty pavement and sucked his friend’s cock.

I asked tall boy if she was doing a good job, and he moaned assent. I told him he could do with her as he pleased. If she wasn’t sucking to his satisfaction, he could fuck her mouth, or her pussy, or her ass, for that matter. I heard suzanne moan as I offered her body for this stranger’s pleasure.

Tall boy’s friend, finally getting into the spirit, said, “Damn!! I could fuck her ass?? My girlfriend never lets me do that!”

I grinned. Reaching down and taking suzanne by the hair, I pulled her away from the tall guy’s dick long enough to ask, “Can this young man fuck your ass, suzanne? Would you like that??”

“Yes, Mistress!” she gasped, and I let go, letting her return to the cock she was servicing.

I figured the shorter guy would join in right away, but instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. When he held it up to take video, I pushed his arm down and told him no pics.

“she’s married,” I explained. “I’m not gonna let a quick suck and fuck ruin her marriage. Now, put away the phone and get out your cock.”

Reluctantly, he put the phone back in his pocket. Unzipping his jeans, he asked almost apologetically, “What about you? I mean, do you ever join in?”

I laughed and said, “Sometimes! Not tonight, though. Tonight, it’s all suzanne.”

After that, there wasn’t much talking. I stood lookout as the two had their way with her. The tall guy seemed amazed to find he could shove the full length of that long, beautiful cock down her throat and she let him, though it made her gag and drool. He throatfucked her for a while as I and the shorter guy watched. My fellow voyeur stood stroking his cock slowly while we watched. Then the tall fellow took a breather and the shorter guy got his wish. He fucked suzanne’s ass while she was bent over the trunk of a car. I could only imagine what that felt like, with only some spit as lube, but suzanne took it like a champ. He pumped his load noisily up her pretty, tight bottom, and then the tall fellow took over again and fucked her doggy-style until he flooded her pussy. All told, it took about 15 minutes, but the whole time I was on high alert, and super turned-on!

It was a little awkward, finishing up, but finally we had the boys on their way and suzanne back in her dress.

“Feel better?” I asked, as we walked back to the car. Noise and laughter and voices and music swirled around us as we walked, but there just seemed to be the two of us in our world.

“Yes, Mistress,” suzanne purred. “Thank you.”

That night, cleaned up and curled up together in my bed, I asked suzanne how she felt.

“i’m good,” she said quietly. I could tell she was sleepy. “Very good, thank you,” she sighed.

I kissed her hair and we slept, sweetly entwined.

When I woke up, the sun was slanting through the window and firing beautiful red-gold highlights in suzanne’s hair. The morning was still quiet, and I had time to think. Too much time to think, really. I stroked her hair softly, not wanting to wake her. I realized, in that moment, that I loved her. I mean, I knew that, but in the quiet it just hit me. I loved her just as much as I loved my husband. Just as much, but totally differently, if that makes sense. I would never want my husband to have sex with other people. In that sense, our marriage is perfectly ordinary. But this thing with suzanne — it was totally different. In my relationship with her, I set aside the ordinary. I loved her for what she was, all that she was — a devoted mom, loving wife, free spirit, adventuress, unrepentant slut, devious whore. I loved her because we were in this together, 100%. And because I am the same as her. I love her because she knows the risks she takes, and the cost to herself for the lies she must tell, and because she loves completely despite the lies. Some would say that means she doesn’t know what love really is, but I disagree. I think she, and I, know exactly what love is, and what it isn’t…

But I digress.

I stroked her hair and kissed her awake. And then I climbed up and straddled her face, and made her eat me until I was sated. Trust me, it took more than one orgasm before I was sated.

These are the times that are the most confusing to navigate. The times when we are alone, and can be anything we want to be, but those times when we are not actively being Domme and sub. In every way, we are equals, except when we choose not to be, and the lines can get blurry, even though we’re both okay with all the roles we play. When I learned about Domination and submission, it was easy. The man who dominated me held all the cards — held a contract, literally — and set specific times when I was his sub. He was someone who wasn’t a part of my life, other than our D/s relationship. And when that was over, he was gone. Easy. The situation with suzanne is much more complicated, obviously. Even as I settled from my orgasms and snuggled close in bed with her, these thoughts were racing.

I’m sure you’re not reading this just to find out what I’m thinking, though. So I’ll continue.

After breakfast, I let suzanne know that it was high time she got that ass-whipping she’d earned. In truth, I couldn’t even remember the specific infractions that had earned the whipping, but I knew it was due, and I knew I was excited to deliver it!

I have to say, sadism hasn’t really been much of a part of our relationship. Well, that’s not totally true — I absolutely LOVE bringing suzanne to the brink of an orgasm and then denying it! That feels mostly like a control thing, though. I know it’s sadistic, but I’ve never felt the focus was on her distress so much as it was on my control of her pleasure. This whole spanking or paddling thing was feeling different, though. suzanne had been promised a spanking days ago, and I found myself sexually excited as I fantasized about whipping her beautiful ass.

This was new! And I planned to explore it during our long weekend.

I got out the massage table and set the legs down pretty low. I wanted suzanne’s ass just above waist height when she was on her hands and knees. I had her climb up on the table, and I tied each wrist and ankle to a leg of the table. My knots aren’t much, and so it was a pretty primitive setup, but it would work.

I left her there to think about what was going to happen while I went into the bedroom to gather my tools. In anticipation of this day, I had gathered together a riding crop, a cane, a thin leather belt, a wooden paddle, and a leather paddle. I’d also read up about techniques for causing pain in BDSM play, so I had a couple of secret weapons in my stash, though I wasn’t sure I was going to use them. I wanted to see how it felt to inflict pain first.

I wanted anticipation to play a big part in this experience, so I took my time returning to the living room, and I took my time laying out all the different goodies I’d brought. I stood next to suzanne and slowly stroked her naked body, loving the feel of her skin under my palms. I cooed sweet small-talk as I petted her, and I took my time playing with all her tender parts. I teased her nipples gently, and caressed her pink slit to a beautiful state of wetness.

“How do you like your spanking so far?” I teased softly. suzanne answered that she loved it.

I ran my open palm slowly down the length of her back and around the swell of her ass, and paused to cup her firm cheek. Then, suddenly, I swatted her bottom as hard as I could with my open palm! I landed the blow perfectly, and a resounding “crack!” filled the room, followed almost immediately by a sharp gasp of pain, a sound that came out as a plaintive “OOOoooo!!”

My palm burned with the sting of it, and I was pleased to see a hand-shaped red mark appear on suzanne’s pale skin. I also felt a surge of sexual excitement flow through my body, making my nipples hard and my pussy tingle! I’d been excited about the idea of spanking suzanne, but I didn’t know it would bring such an immediate and intense reaction. I suppose I shouldn’t have been so surprised, but I was.

I softly rubbed her warm cheek and walked all the way around the table, drinking in her form. I landed another blow on her ass with each lap around the table, and then I paused to rub her pussy again. Her silky slit was warm and damp.

“Mmmmm,” I teased, “I’m not the only one who likes it when I spank you!” suzanne murmured something I took to be assent, and I continued, “Let’s try some of these other goodies I bought. I’m excited to play with my new toys!”

Next came the flexible but heavy leather paddle. I rubbed it slowly over her bottom and back as I asked, “So, suzanne, did you like being fucked by those two guys last night?” As soon as I finished the question, I applied a firm swat. She gasped and told me that she did like it. I knew that, of course, but liked making her say it.

“you really are a naughty slut, aren’t you, my love?” I purred, petting her with the paddle.

“Yes, Mistress! i am. i am a naughty slut!”

“That’s good. you’re my naughty slut, aren’t you? you belong to me,” I continued. suzanne agreed eagerly.

I swatted her ass a couple more times with the leather paddle. I could tell from her reaction that it really hurt. My own emotions were a whirlwind! I felt awful for hurting my friend, but it completely turned me on to be whipping my submissive. It actually made me wet to cause her pain, and that was something I wasn’t sure what to do with!

I continued with the different paddles and whips I’d gotten, teasing and cajoling suzanne the whole time. Her pale moon was bright red by the time I got to the cane. I knew to be careful with it, because it could leave marks that lasted a long time.

Finally I asked, “Do you like me whipping your ass, suzanne? Do you enjoy the pain?”

I saw her swallow hard and think before answering. “i… i like that it pleases you, Mistress,” she said with a catch in her voice. “i love pleasing you!” she added with more enthusiasm. I knew it was true.

“Hmmmm,” I thought out loud. “So, this is something you do for me, then? That’s good…” I sighed, softly stroking her hair. I loved caressing her hair. “you should be happy pleasing your Mistress.” She swallowed again and nodded affirmation. I continued, asking, “And what about you, suzanne? If I wanted to do something for you, what might that be?” I could see she was hesitant to say anything, but I assured her, “Go on, sweetie. It isn’t a trick question. I want to know. What is your desire? your deepest fantasy?”

I knelt down in front of her and kissed her, deeply. I kissed her for a long time, my tongue exploring her mouth, dancing with her tongue. Finally, I broke the kiss and asked her again to tell me.

she started hesitantly, “Well, you know I love all the things we do together. And I mean in all the parts of our life,” she added, sort of breaking character for a moment. “But…”

I had walked around her again as she spoke, petting and caressing her, and just as she got to the word “but,” I slipped my hand between her legs and fingered her wet slit.

she gasped quietly and continued, “but, You know when You took me to the frat house? And, and the gloryhole??”

“I remember, suzanne. I remember. Tell, me, sweetie. Tell me what you want,” I encouraged softly. My fingers probed her and rubbed her hard clit as we spoke.

“Well, Mistress Michelle, i loved that feeling of being used. Especially by strangers! i have this fantasy…” she paused and arched into my exploring fingers. It was obviously turning her on to be telling me her fantasies, and I loved it!

“Yes, suzanne,” I urged, “you were telling me?”

“Yes, well, i LOVE being exposed! my all-time favorite fantasy is being led into a room blindfolded… Men and Women all night use me and i never know Who did what to me!!” suzanne paused, breathing hard now as she imagined her fantasy. Then she continued, “No matter how much I cry and beg Them to quit, They all know, deep inside, my slutty heart loves everything They do to me! They use me as Their whore and slut and afterwards every person i see, i have to wonder if They were there that night!!!”

This last part came out in a flurry of words, and the raw desire in her voice was heart-wrenching!

I kept toying with her pussy and said, “That’s quite a fantasy, suzanne! Would you like to cum now, while you are thinking about it?”

“Ohhhh, me, yes please, Mistress!” she begged sweetly.

“Mmmmmmm, good girl. I may let you cum soon. First though, I want to ask something. After the frat party, you were so wrecked and tired. I remember you saying you just wanted to do this with me from now on.” suzanne let out a low, wretched moan, but I continued on, “It’s okay, love. i know you’re a helpless slut with a needful heart. I’m not upset with you, but I do want to make sure you remember how you felt then, and that you know what you’re asking for…”

“Ohh! Mistress! i… i didn’t mean to ask for that! i was just telling you my fantasy! You said…”

I cooed soothing sounds and shushed her. “Sshhhhhh, it’s okay, suzanne. you did exactly what I asked, and that was to tell me your deepest desire, and you did.”

“Yes, Mistress!” she gasped, not knowing where I was going with all this.

“You see, suzanne, I wanted to know what I could do to reward you. You’ve been such a good little slut for me, always. And I’m going to ask a lot from you this weekend, because I’m finding that I really enjoy hurting you for my pleasure. So, I wanted to know what I can do later to reward you. That’s all. Understand, sweetie?”

“Yes,” she breathed quietly. “You… you’re going to hurt me?”

“Yes,” I answered, renewing my attention to her pussy. “I want to, at least. Is that something you will do for me, suzanne?”

She swallowed hard yet again, and answered timidly, “Of course, if that’s what You need from me.”

“It is,” I said simply. “Now, cum for me. Will you, my love?”

She did cum – wetly, noisily, and happily.

That weekend marked a kind of shift in my relationship with suzanne. It was the first time I had ever done something that was strictly pleasurable for me, and unpleasant for suzanne. I mean, some of the things that she has endured before have been difficult, to say the least, but for the most part they had a pleasurable component. This weekend, I made myself take what I wanted from her, even at her expense. The wild thing is, it created this new dynamic between us, and somehow brought us even closer! Some deep part of my brain gets it, but I can’t begin to explain. Still, we both experience this, this thing that happens. Despite my cruelty, it never feels cruel, and there is always give and take. She trusts that I will never exceed her limits, and I won’t. I pay close attention, and there is always a connection. What I loved best about it was that, by the end of the weekend, suzanne also seemed to get some kind of pleasure from the experiences.

Anyway, the rest of that weekend, we explored everything from caning, to figging, to nipple clamps and Wartenberg Pinwheels. I think the hardest thing for suzanne was the figging. I left the big plug of ginger in her ass while I whipped her with the riding crop, and I rubbed her clit until she orgasmed with it still inserted. I had her face down-ass up for quite a long time, with that burning root shoved deep into her ass! She was a trembling mess when I finally worked the rough, raw, unlubed plug out of her anus, and the moans were not at all exaggerated. I held her close, though, and kissed her, and suckled her nipples. Then I dined on her sweet pussy for a long time, and made her cum again.

Along with the experiments into sadomasochism, we had many tender moments, as well: sharing meals and showers, sleeping together, and tasting one another repeatedly. Oh yeah! We also went dancing again, and I let her blow a huge, well-hung black man in the tiny, dingy bathroom of the bar. It was hot as hell! When other people came to the door, I just blocked the entry and said, “Occupied! Done in a minute,” and other than trying to sneak a quick peek, no one questioned me. It was sooo dirty and sexy! I made suzanne fuck me hard with a big black strap-on when we got home.

By the time the hubbies and kids got home Sunday night, we were just two moms again, having enjoyed a relaxing weekend with the family away.

The next time I was alone with suzanne, I asked her how her bottom was.

“Oh my god, Michelle! It was so sore from that figging! The spanking too, but jeez, that ginger burned.” She got a crooked grin on her face and asked, “But you know what?? I asked Tom to do anal Sunday night when they got back! I don’t know what it was, Michelle, but… him fucking my ass while it still hurt from the figging was just hot for some reason! I’ve been horny ever since the weekend.”

“Yeah, me too, babe. Me too. Jamie thinks I missed him so much I need to fuck him to death now!” I laughed. “Well, it’s kinda true. I did miss him. But… well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” she nodded, sipping on her coke. “Say, Michelle? Can I ask you a couple of questions about the weekend?”

“Sure sweetie,” I answered, puzzled at what might be on her mind. “What is it?”

“Well, you told that guy — you know, the first night — you told that guy I’d do anything, like, even… well, you told him I’d even fuck my son if you told me to…”

“Yeah. I know… I’m sorry, suzanne, I guess I was just caught up in the moment. I know I went too far…”

“Well, no… I mean yeah, but… Michelle, here’s the thing. I… I would do anything You told me to when we’re, I don’t what you you call it, even — when we’re doing our thing, You know?”

She paused, and my stomach tightened up, not quite sure what she was about to say.

“I would do whatever You asked me to,” suzanne continued, “but, I… It’s only because I trust You. I trust you not to make me do anything awful, You know??

“you mean, it’s not awful to let two strangers fuck you in the street?” I teased. I knew what she meant, now, but I was still uncomfortable, and teasing was my go-to.

“No!!” she blurted, then quickly corrected, “yes! Michelle, of course it’s awful. But, it’s not, I don’t know, it’s not wrong in the same way…” she was so earnest, and so serious, I stroked her face gently.

“I know, suzanne. I understand.”

“I know You do!” she said, “and that’s only reason I do what You say. Because You understand me, and You love me…”

I swallowed back a sob at her tender confession, and the heartfelt request at its core.

“Shhhhhh. suzanne. No. I’ll never ask you to sleep with your son. I will never ask you to do something like that.”

“I know. I just… I just had to say it, You know? I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, suzanne. It’s okay. It’s me you’re talking to.” I hugged her close. Then she surprised me by asking another question.

“One more thing. That fantasy I told You? You don’t have to make that happen, You know? I didn’t mean to ask…”

“suzanne, I… I am not even sure how to make it happen, to be honest. I was just trying to get you to tell me your naughty thoughts. But, I… if I could make it happen, I’d like to, you know?”

She nodded pensively.

“Does the thought scare you?” I asked, picking up on some clue I couldn’t put my finger on.

“Yeah, it does. After all we’ve been through together, I’m not sure why, but it does. And… and it excites me, too! Oh Michelle, the thought of talking with someone and not knowing what they did to me, or whether they even know what kind of slut I am!!” She squirmed a bit, and I could tell it really excited her. “It’s just, it’s so thrilling! It’s shameful, and awful, but…”

“I know. It’s the awesome awful!” I interrupted.

“Exactly!” she smiled, and her cheeks were flushed a beautiful pink.

Over the next few weeks, I tried to think of a way to make suzanne’s fantasy come into being. I had a couple of ideas, and I was working on those, but in the meantime, we carried on as usual. Actually, we kind of reined it in compared to the weekend the family went to Seattle. We went back to keeping things between the two of us. Well, mostly. There were two exceptions.

The first one just involved family. And no, I didn’t ask suzanne to seduce one of the kids! No, this time I made one of my own little fantasies come true. That night Jamie fucked me, and then I lay in bed afterward thinking of suzanne eating his cum from my pussy? Well, I just couldn’t get that image out of my mind, so I figured out a way to make it happen. It wasn’t really hard. I just had to be careful not to act too awkward and give it away.

Jamie works close enough to home that he can slip home for lunch if he really needs to, but he barely has time to eat and get back, so he doesn’t do it very often. Well, my plan was simple. On a day when I was working from home and suzanne was off, I sent texts throughout the morning flirting with Jamie. I got pretty naughty, and it worked like a charm! We both got so worked up, when I sent a text telling him he needed to come home and fuck me over lunch, he didn’t need to have his arm twisted. Of course, the pic I sent of me masturbating didn’t hurt my cause, either.

Here was the fun part – I had suzanne get naked and hide in the closet!

The only thing that was almost a problem was that Jamie wanted to finish in my mouth. That’s not at all unusual, but it wasn’t what I wanted this time, so I had to figure out a way to change his mind. I assure you, it wasn’t easy to think while Jamie had my legs up over his shoulders, pounding me for all he was worth. I settled on the simplest solution, though – I talked dirty and begged him to fill my hot pussy instead. I told him how I wanted to feel his cock explode inside me, and fill me up with his hot cream, and how I was going to lay there with his seed inside me when he went back to work. I told him, if he was lucky, I’d masturbate with his cum in my pussy and send him a pic.

That seemed to do the trick. I wrapped my legs around him and dug my nails into his back as he bucked and pumped his thick cock into me. Before too long he let out a roar, arched his back, and flooded me with his cum!

I have to admit, it was a little awkward convincing him to leave while I just lay there, secretly trying not to move too much so that his cum would stay inside me. Finally, though, he got himself dressed, kissed me, and rushed back to work. Thank goodness I do kegels!

As soon as he left, suzanne popped out of the closet.

“Oh my god, that was hot!!”she exclaimed. “I had no idea Jamie had such a big, thick cock! You never told me! God, he was giving it to you…”

“Wait,” I laughed, “you were watching??? I thought you’d just wait and listen! you naughty girl!”

She laughed in surprise, and said, “Hell yes, I was watching! I wouldn’t want to miss seeing my Mistress get fucked!”

“Well damn, suzanne, now you’ve seen my husband naked! I suppose I’m going to have to punish you for that, you know. Not right now, though. Right now you need to get over here and eat me! God, it feels like he came a bucketful.”

she crawled onto the bed and I spread my legs wide for her. she nuzzled in close, kissing my inner thighs. I could feel her hot breath on my pussy as she cooed, “Ooooooohh my goodness! His cum is just oozing out!”

I told her not to waste a drop. “Go on,” I urged, “lick it up.” I watched her lovely face between my legs, and I gasped as I felt her tongue. “Show me!” I added quickly, before she swallowed.

She lifted her face from my smooth, waxed pussy and opened her mouth. She carefully stuck out her tongue, being careful not to spill the big dollop of white goo that glistened there.

“Oh my god, that’s hot!” I gushed. “suzanne, you naughty slut! You have a mouthful of my husband’s cum! Jeezus!” I moaned at the incredible sight. “Now, swallow it for me. Be a good girl and swallow my man’s load, you dirty whore.” I am so ladylike in my usual demeanor and appearance that it even sounds shocking to my own ears when I talk dirty. And I love it!

I made suzanne eat my pussy until I came. It was a huge, intense, messy orgasm, and when she finished I kissed her wet face. Just then I remembered that I promised Jamie a pic. All of his cum was in suzanne’s tummy, but I was so wet and messy I didn’t figure he’d be able to tell. It was such a naughty feeling to take the picture for him as suzanne stood right beside me, watching me masturbate.

I made her get into bed with me after that, and we spent a good hour or so just snuggling, kissing, and talking about what we’d just done. It was an amazing afternoon! It was also another milestone for us — the first time we’d ever involved our family in any direct way. I knew it would take some time to process it, as many of the things we did require time to sink in fully, but at that moment it was nothing but intense and exciting!

The second adventure I referred to that involved someone other than the two of us was something quite different than the afternoon with my husband, indeed.

It was a Friday night, a couple of weeks after suzanne slurped Jamie’s jizz from my pussy. The kids were all going to a ball game at the school and would get rides home with friends, so Jamie hung out with Tom, and suzanne and I had a girl’s night out. We went to the same part of town we visited last time, but ended up at a different bar. We couldn’t leave the house dressed like trollops, so we packed our club clothes in our purses. One of my favorite things over the years has been to make suzanne undress or change clothes by the car, out in public. Well, this time I joined her as we swapped our jeans and mom-tops for short dresses and high heels. Suzanne’s dress was especially hot because it had a sheer panel that snaked around her body, revealing that she had nothing on underneath, without actually showing anything. It was beautifully provocative.

Our plan was simply to dance and have a couple of drinks. Maybe, with any luck, we’d cause a few fellas to leave with blue balls, or help some girlfriends and wives get lucky because their men were turned on. As it turned out, things got a little more involved than that!

We spent the evening mostly dancing with each other, and we made no secret that we were together. We openly kissed and touched one another on the dance floor. I had foregone the leash for the night, but it was clear who was in charge. If a guy asked suzanne to dance, she deferred to me for permission, and if I danced, she was instructed to wait alone for me.

At some point, we both saw the guy who sent our evening sideways. He looked like he could be a stand-in for The Rock. He could have been The Rock himself, semi-incognito in a small town, living it up. Anyway, this guy was built, he was hot, and he was super friendly. He was there with a woman, but I couldn’t figure out their dynamic. In any case, several times I caught him looking at suzanne and I when we danced. So, I made it a point to engage him. We danced close to him, and I pressed up against suzanne’s back. I reached around and rubbed her nipples to delicious hardness while keeping my eyes locked on his. Then, when I knew he was staring at us, I spun her toward me and kissed her hard while thrusting my hand between her legs. My beautifully pliant sub played her part perfectly, leaning her head back in surrender and letting me finger her for a few moments there on the dance floor.

When the song ended, we retreated to our table and I asked suzanne, “Do you want him?”

“Ohh, yes, please! You know how i like The Rock!” she gushed in my ear.

“I do know!” I answered, leaning in because the music had gotten loud again. “So, this is what I want you to do…”

I gave her instructions about what to say, and then I led her over to where The Rock-look-alike was standing with his date. I took suzanne by the elbow and thrust her forward to talk with him.

I felt a proud thrill when I heard her ask, “Would you like my Mistress Michelle to suck your cock while she makes me watch? She knows how much I like The Rock, and you look just like him.”

His face went from shock and confusion, to amusement, and then to a devilish glee in just a few seconds.

“Get outta here!” he laughed. “I’ve watched you two all night, and I know trouble when I see it. I don’t know what your game is, but I think you’re up to something.”

suzanne looked at me, surprised and not sure what to say. I wasn’t sure what to say, either, so I improvised.

“Well, think what you may, but we aren’t up to anything except having some fun. Sexy fun with you, if you’re up for it.” I glanced at the woman with him, and she was glaring at all of us in turn. I looked back at the guy and added, “If your girlfriend doesn’t mind, of course.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he said, “we just met tonight.” He looked at her and asked, “So what do you think about these two?” He was grinning and I still don’t think he realized we were serious.

The woman picked up on it, though, and apparently she was pissed that he was even talking with us, because she just spat, “Fuck you. Fuck all of you,” and stomped away shaking her head.

Dark clouds formed in the man’s eyes as he grumbled, “Now look what you did! She was nice!”

I didn’t think it was me who did it, but I didn’t say so. Instead, I said, “Well, at least let me make it up to you. I usually make suzanne, here, do the slut work, but I want you for myself. Well, not you. Just your cock, and just for right now.”

Sometimes this persona that comes over me even stuns me! I could hardly believe what I was saying.

The man was still skeptical, saying, “Right. So, you just want to suck some random guy’s cock? What are you, hookers or something? Druggies??” He sneered in disgust, and his reluctance was becoming a personal challenge for me.

“Nope!” I answered, “we’re not druggies or prostitutes. We’re neighbors. We’re wives and moms. She’s a professor and I’m in talent development. Just ordinary women with a wild streak.”

He didn’t want to believe me, I could see, but he was also intrigued. And hopefully attracted.

“Okay,” he said, still unsure, “so you just want to blow me and go, right?” He shook his head, unable to believe that was all there was to it.

“Yeah, that’s it. And I want to make her watch for a change. Usually I watch her. But I have a thing for big, strong, bald guys who look like The Rock. So how about it? I’m starting to feel bad, having to try so hard.”

That finally got him to relax, I think, because he grinned and said, “Tell you what. My motel is near here. Want to go back there?”

It was my turn to feel unsure. Somehow, I actually felt safer on the street somewhere. I looked at suzanne, and she reassured me with a glance. We’d be okay.

Once in his room, he loosened up a little bit. For a big, aggressive-looking guy, he was surprisingly unassuming. He asked if we didn’t want to know anything about him, and I told him no. As long as he wasn’t carrying some kind of STD, we didn’t want to know anything about him.

“Not even my name?” he asked.

“Nope,” I laughed. “In my mind, you’re Dwayne, so let’s just go with that.”

I made suzanne undress for me, and I kissed her while Dwayne watched. I started fingering her gently, and looked at Dwayne, saying, “You know, it was actually suzanne who spotted you and wanted to hook up. We didn’t plan to pick up anybody tonight. But once I saw you, I decided to be a cruel Mistress. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

“No, Mistress!” suzanne moaned. “You’re not cruel. You always show me how much you care for my happiness.”

“That’s true,” I said. “I do care for your happiness. Now, kneel down here with me, and let’s make Dwayne a happy man.”

I slipped off my dress, too, and we knelt in front of our new friend. I unzipped his jeans and released his lovely cock. I looked up at him and asked, “Will you take off your shirt, too? I want to see those wonderful muscles!”

They were as nice as I imagined! His chest was broad and waxed smooth, which I had never experienced before, but it felt so nice to run my hands over the hills and valleys of his muscles, and when my fingertips found his nipples, they sprang to life! Teasing them also made his cock twitch and jump, and I giggled happily. This was going to be fun!

He smelled and tasted nice, just the right mix of cleanliness and musky manliness, and his body gave off the slightest hint of good cologne. I felt my pussy getting wet as I sucked him.

I paused for just a moment, taking his shaft in my hand and stroking slowly, and I looked up to ask, “Feel nice?” He moaned that it did, and I asked, “Do you like having two pretty ladies smiling up at you while you’re getting a blowjob?”

“I do,” he said, but I think I’d like it better if the two pretty ladies were both sucking me.”

“I see,” I said, amused at the almost timid way he said it. I leaned over to kiss suzanne, and then asked her, “Would you like to suck Dwayne’s cock, too?” I heard him moan softly.

“Yes, please!” she answered eagerly.

“Oooh,” I sighed in a mock-petulant voice. “I want this cock all to myself! I don’t want to share. But, maybe…” I paused for dramatic effect, and lightly sucked the head of his cock before continuing, “… maybe I’ll let you touch it. Or let it touch you…”

I ran my fingers into suzanne’s hair and took hold, and guided her face over to Dwayne’s big shaft. I grazed the head across her lips, and then rubbed the length of his shaft over her entire face, eliciting moans from both of them. I rubbed his cock over my face, too, and I’d suck him for a while, then kiss suzanne. I licked her mouth like a wet, soft pussy and asked her if she could taste Dwayne’s delicious cock. I kept teasing her — teasing them both, really — and it was driving us all crazy! I opened my legs a bit and told suzanne to rub my pussy.

I said, “I want to cum before I let The Rock here spurt his load in my mouth. Is that okay with you, baby??” I asked, looking up at him and biting my lip in that way I know guys love.

He swallowed hard and nodded, gasping that it was okay with him.

“I thought it would be,” I teased, and sucked him in slow, deep strokes as suzanne fingered me. I was careful to pay attention to his reactions so I didn’t make him cum too soon. I had to stop a couple of times, but mostly I kept up a slow, intense pace. I ran my hands over his body, sometimes feeling the taut, trembling muscles of his thighs, and sometimes exploring his cut chest and abs. Once in a while I reached around to take his firm ass in both hands and pull him into me, forcing his rod all the way down, which wasn’t easy! Each time I touched his nipples, I felt his cock throb in my mouth! I knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but that was okay, because I was almost there, myself. Part of my excitement was the realization that I had them both completely in my hands, almost without trying. The rest of my excitement was the big, gorgeous cock in my mouth, and my beautiful friend fingering my pussy expertly! My mind and my body were both being stimulated to the max, and I was about to explode!

At last I felt my orgasm blossoming up through my belly, wrapping all through my body like electric ecstasy! I took Dwayne’s ass in my hands again and impaled my throat on his cock, holding myself there as I came. Trying to gasp for air with that big shaft down my gullet caused my orgasm to be as intense as I’d ever felt!! In one of those moments of hyper-awareness, I felt my juices flowing down the insides of my thighs. I felt on the verge of passing out, but I stayed there until the orgasm subsided, and then I fell back gasping. I could feel drool running down my chin.

As soon as I caught my breath a little, I said to Dwayne, “You ready to cum for me??”

“Fuck yes!”

I gave him the best blowjob I knew how, and I didn’t hold back or tease any more. I wanted to feel this big hunk of meat blast a big load of cum into my mouth, and I sucked like I was hungry! suzanne was amazing, kissing my neck and suckling my breasts, but never interfering with me. I kept glancing up at Dwayne, and the look on his face was perfect — he looked like you could hit him with a lead pipe, and he wouldn’t notice.

It took him a little longer than I expected, but soon I felt him gather himself up and then erupt in my mouth! The first blast hit the back of my throat hard enough to startle me, and then each spasm after that gushed more hot semen into my mouth. It actually felt a little like he was pissing into my mouth, except I could taste his salty cum and feel the sticky-slimy texture of his thick seed.

When he finished, I leaned over and kissed suzanne, sharing the ample load with her and letting her swallow the lioness’ share. It seemed only fair, since I hadn’t let her suck him at all.

After that, suzanne and I slipped our dresses back on, while Dwayne went into the bathroom. When he came out, I asked him if I could use the bathroom to fix my makeup before we left, and he was the perfect gentleman again. As we parted in the doorway, I said to him, “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? I told you we weren’t up to anything.”

He laughed and said, “Oh, you were up to something, all right! But yeah, you’re right, that wasn’t bad at all. You two ladies are hot! Fuckin’ amazing, in fact.” He shook his head and chuckled, “Yeah, I knew you two were trouble!” We laughed, said our good-nights, and that was that.

I thought I might feel guilty, because it had been a long time since I had actively participated in one of our forays quite that way, but I didn’t. As a matter of fact, Jamie and I made incredible love that night after I got home, and I slept like a baby.

So, those were the only two times suzanne and I involved others during the stretch where I was trying to put together a way to satisfy her fantasy. Otherwise, we went along much as we had for years.

Then, one day, the way to make suzanne’s fantasy come true fell right into my lap, out of the blue. My company arranged for me to go to a convention for facilitators of all kinds, from corporate trainers to public servants who wanted to be better able to reach their constituents. It happened to be in Portland, which is a city with more than a few places where people with alternative lifestyles can meet and play. As soon as I was assigned to the convention, I asked suzanne if she would be able to take off work and accompany me. I was careful not to give away my idea to make this about her fantasy. I just told it might be a fun trip, and wondered if she wanted to come along. As soon as she told me she was able to get off work, I started planning!

A little research led me to a place that was known for hosting all kinds of decadent parties, and it seemed the fees were pretty reasonable. So, location was easy enough. The harder part was how to get people to show up. I finally decided on a pretty primitive idea: I’d discreetly place invitations around the convention hall and hotel, and see what happened. I thought maybe I could hand out a few to people who seemed inclined, and others could be placed on tables or maybe even bulletin boards in the hotel. I figured I could make the invitations a bit vague, and hint at adult entertainment without being too explicit. That way, it wouldn’t likely offend anyone who wasn’t interested, but might entice the curious and naughty to check it out.

In the days leading up to our trip, I never let on to suzanne that I was planning anything. I told her about the convention itself, which she might find interesting anyway, since she’s a teacher. Plus, I said we’d have plenty of time around meetings and in the evening Friday and Saturday to check out the town. she seemed excited to go, so that made me happy!

We flew into PDX in the afternoon on Friday. Because my company was paying for my hotel room, we had to get suzanne another room, but I was able to convince the concierge to get her one near mine. Adjacent, with a connecting door, would have been ideal, but it just wasn’t possible. This arrangement worked fine, though. The first evening was just a check-in affair, with a quick dinner and cocktails. After that we were free to go out and do as we wished.

At the dinner, I kept my eyes open for anyone who might be receptive to a naughty invitation. It was very hard to tell, of course, but by throwing a few innuendos into the conversation, and mentioning that some people like conventions mostly because they can misbehave away from the locals, I was able to pick up on some likely candidates. I don’t think suzanne suspected anything out of the ordinary, and I simply introduced her as my friend. she falls easily into the habit of behaving submissively, though, and I wondered if anyone picked up on it.

Anyway, after dinner, we went out to a couple of the clubs nearby. We saw a few of the conventioneers at each place, and a few of them recognized us, too. We danced, and had a couple of drinks, and had a good time. Best of all, I was able to arrange for several people to meet us back at the hotel, and I managed to do it without suzanne noticing. The big party wasn’t planned until the next night, Saturday, but I thought it would be fun to have a little surprise for her tonight. Plus, if we had a good time, I thought maybe our new friends could help spread the word about the main event. I was getting very excited that things were coming together!

Back at the hotel, I told suzanne I had a fun a risky idea, if she was up for it. Of course she was up for it, though she was a little nervous. I liked that she still got nervous — I’d been feeling that our adventures weren’t as thrilling for her anymore, and the anxious anticipation she showed was a gratifying sign. We went to her room first, because I told her I wanted her to wear something special for me. I selected a pair of high heels and handed them to her.

“Here you go. This is your outfit for the rest of the night!”

she laughed and said, “What, just heels? Are You planning on taking me back out in nothing but heels?? i think that might get me in trouble, even in Portland!”

“you may be right,” I answered. “you might need a little more to wear. Here, turn around and close your eyes.”

She did, and I tied the blindfold on her from behind.

“What are You doing?” she asked, clearly excited and anxious now.

“Do you trust me, suzanne?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress, of course I trust You…”

“Good. Then let’s go for a little walk.”

I led her out of her room and down the hallway to my room, where we went inside.

“That wasn’t so bad!” she said. “In fact, it was pretty thrilling, not knowing where You were gonna take me.” She reached up to take the blindfold off, but I stopped her.

Before she could say anything else, there was a knock on the door.

“Stay right there,” I told her, and went to let the first of the guests in. I’d only arranged for four people, two men and a couple, but I figured that would be plenty for tonight. We didn’t have a lot of time, after all. The first to arrive was the couple.

“Come on in,” I said. “Let’s not use any names, okay? Except suzanne’s, of course. Part of her fantasy is not knowing who is here.”

“Mistress!!” suzanne burst out. “You… You’re doing my fantasy?? Ohhh my goodness!”

“Yes, love, I’m doing my best. Are you ready?”

Just then the other two men arrived, and I explained to the group what the ground rules were.

“No names, please. I want everyone to remain anonymous, so when she is talking with you tomorrow, she won’t know it was you. So, make sure the blindfold stays on, too. Other than that, you can do what you want with her. Make her your little slut, your cum-dumpster, your toy… whatever you wish. You can have her one at a time, all at once, I don’t care. And she will accept whatever you do, because she will do whatever I ask of her. Understand?”

Everyone nodded and said yes, they got it. One of the guys asked, “What about you? Are you gonna join in?”

“No, not this time. Tonight I’m just going to watch and enjoy.”

Things were a little slow to take off, because everyone was a stranger here, except for the couple. Maybe because they had each other for support, they were the ones who broke the ice, so to speak. The man said to his wife, “Why don’t you go ahead and kiss her, darling? I know you have always wanted to try it with a woman.”

And she did. She kissed suzanne, and caressed her breasts, and we all just watched for a moment. Then the woman undid her top and slipped off her bra, glancing around self-consciously at first, and then she made suzanne kiss and suckle her breasts. After that, everyone started undressing and things picked up from there.

As I watched it all unfold, I realized I was the only one in the room fully dressed. Once again, I felt that sense of power that I’ve come to enjoy so much in my relationship with suzanne. Even though the other people were not my subs, they were still under my power, in a way, and it was a heady feeling that brought a sexuality and sensuality of its own. I found myself wanting to touch myself, to masturbate, to join in, but somehow it seemed better to hold out. Even that mastery over my own impulses fed into my sense of control, and I loved it!

And suzanne — oh! My suzanne was a vision! Perfectly pliant and obedient, yet so human! When the couple humiliated her by making her eat the wife’s ass while the husband fucked her, her shame was obvious, but her willingness was a thing of beauty. If she hadn’t seemed to care at all, it wouldn’t have been nearly as hot.

At one point, one of the single men asked the husband if he could fuck his wife, too. I saw a quick conference, conducted solely with the eyes, pass between the couple, and they reluctantly declined. It was awkward for just a moment, but the tension passed quickly. Soon they were all back at it.

The three men made great use of all suzanne’s holes, sometimes all at once. The wife repeatedly made suzanne eat her pussy or her ass, and the husband fucked them both. One of the most sexy-looking things they all did was when suzanne straddled one guy’s cock, and the other took her in the ass, while suzanne and the wife shared blowjob duty on the husband. Well, maybe it was a tie between that, and the time the wife straddled suzanne’s pretty face and the husband pounded her pussy at the same time. The two of them, using suzanne’s body while kissing one another above her was a sight to behold. It didn’t hurt that the two single men were jerking their cocks while watching.

Eventually, everyone was spent. suzanne was cum-covered and cum-filled, and our guests were exhausted. I saw everyone out, then suzanne and I showered, and she came to bed with me.

As we snuggled near sleep, she murmured, “Thank you Mistress. You made my fantasy come true!” I smiled to myself, knowing this was just a preview, but kissed her in the dark and told her it was my pleasure. “So, all those people will be at the convention tomorrow?” she asked. I told her they would, indeed. I felt a little shiver pass through her body, and she snuggled against me. “Ohhh my,” she sighed, and then slept.

Saturday, the convention got into full swing, and we spent most of the day in sessions led by various experts. It really was an informative day, unlike some things I’ve been to, but I was distracted, as you might imagine. It was great fun, watching suzanne try to figure out who might’ve been there last night. By lunch time, we’d actually talked to all four of the people who’d been there, at least in passing. The couple chatted with us a while on one of the breaks, but they gave nothing away, that I could tell, anyway. That made it even more fun, when, at lunch, suzanne leaned over and said, “i hope we run into whoever was there last night. i want to see if i can figure it out.”

“Good luck with that,” was all I said, grinning in a big way.

“Wait! Have we already seen them??” suzanne asked.

“I’ll never tell,” I teased back.

During the course of the day, I was able to pass out a few more invitations, and our guests from the night before had said they’d be happy to find more people, too. I hoped there would be a good turnout. I found I was getting extremely anxious about the party. There was so much that could go wrong, and so much at risk! I’ve questioned my judgment many times during my adventures with suzanne, but this one was big. These weren’t random guys at a bar, or a bunch of drunk frat boys. These were professional people who had means of finding out who we were, if they wanted to. I just had to trust that they’d join in on the fun, and then let it go.

I had to push my worries aside when we returned to the afternoon’s meetings.

That night, after dinner, it was showtime! I tucked the blindfold into my handbag and retrieved suzanne from her room. I told her to wear only a pretty little spaghetti-strap dress she’d brought, and the high heels from last night. She said she wasn’t sure she’d be able to dance all night in them, but I just laughed and told her she’d be fine. I hoped my nervousness wasn’t too obvious.

The cab dropped us down the street from the sex club where I’d rented the room. I really wanted to make suzanne walk all the way there naked, but I just wasn’t sure it was safe. Still, I wanted it to be a surprise, so I got the blindfold out of my bag.

suzanne asked me what I was doing, and I told her I had another surprise in store. I told her I was going to blindfold her so she wouldn’t know where were going, but I’d lead her as we walked. she was a trooper, and walked with her head high as I led her by her elbow. We went in the building, and I told the man at the desk who I was and that I had rented a room, and he nodded with a grin.

“Your party is waiting,” he said. It sounded very formal, though I didn’t think he meant it that way. In any case, I liked it. My stomach tightened in knots as I asked him, “Can I undress her here?”

He said that was fine, and so I lifted suzanne’s dress over her head. I made sure the blindfold was secure and asked her, “Are you ready? This is your big debut. Last night was just a warmup.”

“Oh god!” she stammered. “i, i guess i’m ready!”

I led suzanne through the building and downstairs, and then to the room I’d rented. It was a big hall, big enough for a reception or a dance. Or, in this case, a gangbang.

I opened the door and led her inside. I was stunned to see so many people there! There was a rush of voices and then a hush, and I said to the room, “Thanks for coming tonight. This is suzanne. She is your entertainment for the evening…”

This was way different than the little gathering last night. Half of these people were already undressed, or partially dressed, and many were already masturbating or having sex with someone else. There was no timidity like before. Though the room wasn’t brightly lit, I saw the four people from last night hanging together, and I saw a lot of faces I recognized from the convention.

I led suzanne to the middle of the big hardwood floor and gave her a quick kiss.

“she’s all yours,” I offered the room, and stepped away.

In moments, she was surrounded by a ring of men, cocks ready. This first wave put her pretty mouth to use right away, passing her from man to man like a rag doll, some letting her suck, some just fucking her throat with abandon. I stayed close, partly so I could see, and partly because I suddenly felt protective. I think it was because so many people converged on her at once. It kind of hurt my heart to see her shoved around on her knees, dragged by the hair, and treated so roughly right from the start, but I knew it was what she wanted. At least, it was what she thought she wanted, and I hoped she was right.

Several guys must have cum in that first go-round, because there was glistening ropes of goo dripping down her chin when she was lifted to her feet. She was led over to a table, tottering on her high heels, and lifted up onto the hard surface. Men and women both feasted on her pussy, or fucked her, or climbed onto the table to straddle her face.

I tried to keep track of everything that was happening, but there were so many people I couldn’t keep up. I tried counting, but there were just too many, and everyone kept moving around the big room. I figured there were at least thirty people, maybe more. I noticed some kept to themselves, huddled in small pockets, mostly watching or maybe playing with each other, but not really joining in. For the most part, though, it seemed everyone wanted at least a turn at suzanne.

The group sometimes seemed to work as one big organism, coming together without any real direction, but acting as one. For example, at one point they had suzanne on her hands and knees, and made a line around her, and each person would fuck her ass and then move to her mouth, and they went around her like that over and over. She constantly had a cock in her mouth and one in her anus, and then at some unspoken cue, the guy fucking her ass would move to her mouth, and someone else would step up to take her ass. The person who had last been fucking her mouth might get back in line, or move off to watch. It was amazing to see.