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Collected by Djian
updated jan 16 - 2009
Another story by Vulgus
Vulgus Collection
The English Are Put in Their Place
By vulgus
Chapter 1
I did a terrible thing yesterday. Something I knew that I would never do. It was something that I had never even been tempted to do before. I cheated on my husband. As horrible as that is, it's only half of the problem. The other half of the problem is that I don't feel guilty. Well, maybe a little. But not so guilty that I won't do it again. Because it was so exciting! It was the best sex that I have ever had! Actually, I guess there are three halves to the problem. I guess I should explain.
My name is Paula English. I am twenty-eight years old. I have been married to Jarrod for six years. I am 5'2" and weigh 102 pounds. I have dark red hair and a figure that turns men's heads, though my breasts aren't huge. My bra is a B cup but I am very slender so my very perky breasts look larger. I work out for an hour after work almost every night in the company gym and I am in very good shape.
Jarrod and I met not long after I started work after college. We worked for the same firm. He started work a year before me. He is a year older and he graduated a year before I did. Jarrod is the perfect husband. He is 6'1" and weighs 170 pounds. He has dark blonde, almost brown hair. He is in good shape. He has a swimmer's body. He isn't muscular but he is very fit. He is kind and gentle and considerate and he never forgets an anniversary or a birthday.
We started dating not long after I started working at Anderson and Sons. We kept it quiet. The company has a strict non fraternization policy. But we had been attracted to each other immediately and we really didn't care what the policy was.
It might have gotten to be a problem as things progressed between us. But not long after we started dating, Jarrod got an offer from another firm that nearly doubled his salary and the benefits were outstanding. He liked working at Anderson's. But it solved all of our problems when he took the new job.
We would no longer be able to ride back and forth to work together. But since he now had a company car and a company gas credit card it wasn't that big a deal. Besides, we were both making pretty good money now. I was only making half of what Jarrod was. But it was still a damn good salary, especially for someone just out of school.
As the years passed we both worked our way up the ladder at our respective firms. Jarrod was on the fast track though. In five years he was in upper management and on the verge of becoming a vice president. He was making so much money that I didn't need to work. We had talked about it though and I enjoyed my job. Maybe later, if and when kids came along, maybe then I would stay home. But not now, not yet.
Jarrod and I were still very much in love. We still went out fairly regularly. We ate dinner together as often as possible. But his company was occupying more and more of his time as he played the game to get ahead.
He often had to work until late in the evening. He played golf nearly every Saturday, whether he wanted to or not. And at least once a month there was a poker game that he didn't dare miss. In other words, I was spending a hell of a lot of my evenings home alone.
I didn't blame my husband. I understood perfectly. It was the price we paid for living in a huge home on the lake that was now worth in excess of a million dollars, driving a luxury car and having a boathouse full of very expensive marine toys. Jarrod's salary was rapidly approaching one million a year with the perks. I understood that he had to play along to get ahead.
I was still lonely though. And, not to be too crude, I frequently went to bed horny. That led to more and more frequent masturbation and you can't have masturbation without fantasies. I suppose that those fantasies are partly to blame for what happened.
It started on the internet. Like most people now, I have a list of people that I keep in touch with through email. But now that I was spending so much time alone I found myself spending much more time on the internet.
I wasn't into chatting or what they call netsex. Unlike many women though, I am very susceptible to visual stimulation. Before I would masturbate I would go to a few sites that I found and look at pictures of naked men. I loved looking at those big, virile, well hung, gorgeous hunks. Then I would go to my room and get out my vibrator and start fantasizing while I masturbated until my arms hurt.
My routine began to change though. One day I brought my vibrator with me and masturbated while looking at the pictures and imagining ... well, you know what I was imagining.
Then one day, I had already had several very nice orgasms and I was just relaxing, still in front of the computer. I scrolled down to the end of the page and did something that I seldom do. I clicked on a link to another site that sounded interesting.
This new site was different. It wasn't just pictures. There were stories. You may find this hard to believe, but I had never read stories like these before. I knew of their existence of course. But they had just never interested me. But since I was here, and I was bored, well, what the hell!
I clicked on a story and skimmed over it. I wasn't impressed. It was puerile and although it was about a kind of immature sex it was not in the least erotic. Worse yet, it was full of typographical errors and misspellings which made it nearly impossible to read.
I tried another and it was only slightly better. The third story I opened was just plain disgusting and I was going to give up and go to bed. But then a title caught my eye and I thought, "Okay, just one more."
The story started out slowly, but I was impressed with the setup and the character development. This guy was no Hemmingway. But his story was definitely a cut above the previous stories I had looked at. I soon found myself reading just because I was curious about the characters. Before I knew it I had been sucked into the story. Even though it was very long, I couldn't stop reading! The story was seventy or eighty pages long but it was like a book you can't put down.
It wasn't just a good story. It was extremely erotic. It was about things that I had never considered erotic before. But as I read I found myself imagining myself in the position of the woman in the story and I spent the next two hours reading as quickly as my eyes could scan the page with my vibrator back between my thighs. This guy is good! I think I have a new favorite author.
The story was about a naïve young woman who was blackmailed by a biker. He had found some incriminating pictures and chat logs that he had access to because he worked for her internet service provider. He did terrible things to that poor woman. He humiliated her and degraded her and shared her with friends and strangers alike. It was awful! And as I read it I had one huge orgasm after another imagining that I was that poor young woman.
By the time I finished the story it was after midnight and I was exhausted. I did something then that I had never done before. I emailed a stranger.
The author of the story had posted his email address and invited comments from readers. On the spur of the moment, in the afterglow of several great orgasms, I emailed him and told him how much I had enjoyed his story and thanked him for all of the effort that he had put into it.
After I sent the email I put my computer to sleep and went to bed. Jarrod didn't get home from his Saturday night poker game until after I was asleep.
On Sunday I made breakfast and then Jarrod went to his study to do something or other. We no longer had chores around the house. We had a woman that came in and cleaned and did the laundry. We had a couple of men that did the yard work and another man that cleaned the pool.
After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes I went and checked my email. I was surprised to find a reply from the author whose story I had so enjoyed last night. I almost didn't open it. I expected that he was some dirty old man and he wanted me to chat with him or send him a nude picture or something. But I was curious so I opened it.
It was a very short, very polite response to my email. He thanked me for taking the time to write and he directed me to the site where his stories were archived in case I wanted to read any more of them.
I most certainly wanted to read more of them! That man was responsible for one of the most sexually satisfying evenings of my life!
I clicked on the link in his email and I was surprised to find more than fifty stories, all by the same author! Pay dirt! He had re-edited and reposted most of his stories. There were also several newer stories.
There were stories about all sorts of things, some of them pretty nasty. I looked through the story codes and picked out one of the milder ones and opened it. I saved the story. I book marked the site and closed my browser. Then I tried to decide if I wanted to read this while my husband was home. If this story was anything like the one I had read last night I would want to read it with my vibrator running.
I thought that maybe I would just read a page or two and see if it was as interesting as the first one that I had read. But just then Jarrod called me on the intercom and said that he was going next door for a while.
As if he wasn't already gone from my life often enough, he often spent much of Sunday afternoon either next door watching sports with our neighbor or down in our home theater room, again, with the neighbor watching sports. But today, for a change, I was anxious for him to leave.
I got up and pushed the intercom button and told him to have fun. Then I got out my vibrator, pulled off my shorts and sat down. I was quickly sucked into the story. Once more it started slow with excellent character development and just the right amount of plot development. By page five I was hooked.
This new story was about a man who bought a house out of bankruptcy that had been owned by a young couple who had both lost their jobs when the place they worked closed up. When he went to inspect his property he found them hiding in the house. He offered them a chance to get their lives back on track. In exchange the couple would both become his sex slaves.
The sex was very good in this story. But it was the character development that made it work. I found myself really caring what happened to these people! And once more the situations and the way the author described the emotions and the reactions of the couple to the nasty things that he made them do were incredibly erotic. They weren't always realistic. In fact, they were often very implausible. But he just seemed to make it work.
I was hooked now. Soon I was spending every free moment on the computer. I spent a few minutes checking my email and an hour or two reading those stories and going through batteries in my vibrator like you wouldn't believe.
I had gone back and downloaded all of the stories he had posted and I kept them in their own file.
It took me almost two months to vibrate my way through those stories. I saved the most depraved stories for last. But I even had to read those. I couldn't help it. I had to have more of his stories.
I kept checking back on the site and I noticed that he was adding a new story about once a week. I was relieved that he was adding new stories. But one story a week was not going to be enough!
I had read about things that I could never even have contemplated before I discovered those stories. I read and was turned on by stories of rape, gang rape, bondage, blackmail, interracial sex, even incest! And I'm an only child!
There were parts I didn't care for. I had to skim over things like sex with animals and women being peed on. But I read and was turned on by nearly everything else, even the things that shocked me.
I was actually depressed when I finally reached the end of the archive. I started back at the beginning again and started re-reading some of my favorites. But I checked back nearly every day to see if he had posted a new story.
It was at that needy point in my life when someone new started working in my office. He wasn't new with the company. He had been brought in from one of the satellite offices. I was going to be working closely with him so when he showed up one Monday morning I was given the task of orienting him and introducing him around.
His name was Blakely Thornton but he wanted to be called Blake. He had a very slight accent. He had been born in England and lived the first ten years of his life there. He had just enough of an accent left to be fun to listen to. He was handsome and extremely intelligent. He was tall and when he took his suit coat off it was obvious that he worked out. Wow!
He had a beautiful smile. He was reserved, but still quite personable. People took to him instantly, including me. Oh, and he was black.
As I escorted him around and introduced him the women were going crazy over him. When he met them he was always polite, but nothing more. And when we got back to our office he was all business. He wasn't rude or unfriendly you understand. But he didn't flirt or kid around. He was there to do a job and he didn't seem to be interested in the ladies at all.
I checked. He wasn't wearing a ring. But he didn't talk about himself much. I didn't know if he was married or not.
We got along just great. I really enjoyed working with him. The day passed so quickly that I was surprised when I heard people starting to go home for the evening. I found out that he was living in a hotel and eating in restaurants, and that he was single. I insisted that he come home and have dinner with Jarrod and me.
He was reluctant to impose but I wouldn't take no for an answer. He finally gave in and followed me home.
On the way home I called my husband and he promised to be home on time since I was having company. When we got to the house I found a pair of trunks for Blake and changed into my bikini, with a wrap of course. I made us both a drink and started supper. Once I had supper cooking we sat out by the pool and talked, taking the opportunity to get better acquainted.
Just before Jarrod got home, Blake asked if he could check his email on our computer. He was waiting for word from his realtor on a condo he looked at this past weekend. Jarrod is very touchy about anyone using his computer so without thinking I directed Blake to mine.
It was not until I saw the funny look on his face when he returned to the table that I suddenly realized that I had two stories by my favorite author open and minimized on my computer.
Oh Christ! He must have seen what I was reading! I hurriedly rose to get us fresh drinks. While I was doing that I snuck upstairs and looked at my computer. One of the stories, a story about a young woman about my age being raped and abused by black men, was open. I know that I had minimized it when I was done masturbating to it last night.
I went back and picked up the drinks. I took a deep breath and went out to rejoin Blake. It was still half an hour before my husband was due home and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable with my dinner guest. I knew that he had just gotten a glimpse into one of the darker areas of my mind.
He never said a word though. He had a vaguely knowing look in his eye. But he steered the conversation to work, and innocent questions about my life and my husband. I tried to act as if I didn't know that he had looked at the story and had a special insight into my fantasies.
I relaxed a little when Jarrod got home and joined us. They got along great and while they talked I was free to finish getting supper ready. I began to notice something funny when I listened in on their conversations though. Although the two men were approximately the same age, Blake was talking to Jarrod as though he was a much younger and less experienced man, as if he were somehow subservient to him.
He wasn't being rude or anything. And it didn't look like Jarrod even realized that he was doing it. But it was obvious to me that Blake was acting like the alpha male and their conversation was not one of give and take between two equals. Or maybe my interpretation was skewed by my fears of what Blake must think of me now.
After dinner and a bottle of wine we all seemed to loosen up a little. We went for a swim and I found myself torn between wishing that I had worn a more modest swim suit and enjoying the way that Blake was looking at me. We stood together in about three feet of water and talked quietly while Jarrod went inside to check his email. I was aware of how much attention that Blake was paying to my body now. I was nearly as fascinated by his strong, smooth, muscular body.
As we stood against the side of the pool the conversation was becoming more personal and every now and then Blake would touch me as we talked. Not anything I could object to. His hand would rest on mine. Or his fingers would lightly touch my shoulder. Once he held a curl of my red hair in his fingers and admired it. It was all very innocent. But I found myself tingling at his touch.
Jarrod had apparently gotten caught up in something in his study and we were left alone for a long time. Our conversation continued innocently for much of that time. Right up until Blake said, "I find your choice of reading material fascinating. I was really surprised when I saw that story that you were reading. I would have thought that you were much too uptight for that sort of thing."
I blushed until my skin was as red as my hair! I tried desperately to think of something that I could say to make it seem more innocent, or better yet make it so that it had never happened.
Finally I could only shrug and say, "They are just fantasies that get me through the long evenings at home alone. Your first impression was correct. I actually am much too uptight for that sort of thing."
He smiled and replied, "Really?"
His hand touched my shoulder again and this time he let it rest there.
I shuddered at his touch, but for some reason I said nothing as he rested his hand on my suddenly very sensitive skin.
As we continued talking, his hand moved gently over my neck and shoulders and down my back. He never put it anywhere that was inappropriate. It was never quite a caress. But even so, I felt the warmth of his hand moving right through me. It was nearly as exciting as if he had placed it on my ass or reached under the water and cupped my vulva possessively.
I think that he knew it too. He was no longer talking to me the way that he had been, as a co-worker, an equal. He was no longer the new man at the office, unsure and eager to learn. Now he was slipping into the alpha male role with me too. It was subtle, but we were both aware of it. And we were both aware that for some reason I was letting it happen.
We had been standing there talking quietly for quite a while. His hand had come to rest on the small of my back, just above the curve of my ass. I felt myself tingling all over from his touch. I even felt my nipples becoming erect. I was thankful for the liner in my bra. Even with the liner though, I am pretty sure that he could tell that my nipples were now standing straight up.
Then the hammer dropped. He asked, "Have you ever had sex with a black man?"
I was shocked that he would ask. Even if he had seen what I was reading, his question was still way out of bounds. But not only did I not tell him off, which is what I should have done. I actually answered him!
I replied, "No, Blake. I ... no."
I was furious with myself for letting him talk about these things this way. But I found that I was powerless to defend myself. I seemed to be totally unable to speak up to him.
Just then the patio door opened and Jarrod came back out. I took a deep breath and thought, "Thank god!" I was certain that with my husband here Blake would behave himself.
Blake smiled as Jarrod came over and set two more drinks down on the side of the pool for us. He apologized for being away so long. He had an email from his boss that he had to take care of. Then he went over to the table and sat down and sipped his drink and watched us.
Blake never took his hand off of the small of my back! He sucked me back into that intimate conversation with my husband sitting nearby, just out of hearing, but watching quietly.
I kept expecting Blake to come to his senses and remove his hand or Jarrod to say something, anything to break us up. Instead, Blake quietly said, and it wasn't a question, it was a statement, "It turns you on, though. The idea of being taken by a black man and being treated like the women in those stories really excites you."
His hand slipped down and cupped my ass then, just for a few seconds. He squeezed it gently and then slowly returned his hand to the small of my back.
And I never said a word!
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jarrod watching. It was dark. But our pool was brightly lit and he had to have seen Blake's dark hand against my skin as it slid down slowly and then back up to come to rest once more on the small of my back.
I didn't know if I was more shocked with Blake's actions or Jarrod's inaction!
Blake didn't wait for me to answer. He said, "I checked the directory that you keep that story in. You have a lot of those stories. You have all of those fantasies whirling around in your pretty little head."
He paused for a second and then he asked, "I wonder what your husband would think about you getting fucked by a black man?"
I gasped in shock at what he had just said and the way that he had said it. But even so, a tremor of excitement had passed through my body like a bolt of lightning.
Following closely on that shock, Blake's hand once more slid down to rest on my ass. This time he left it there. I turned to look at Jarrod, sitting there watching and smiling innocently. He must surely see where Blake's hand is! What was wrong with him?!
What was wrong with me?! Why was I permitting this man I had just met to say these things to me? Why was I permitting this man to rest his hand on my ass? I may enjoy those kinky stories I have been reading. But I had no desire to experience those things!
I look a big sip of my drink. I noticed that Jarrod had made stronger than usual and I started to wonder if he knew about my fantasies and was trying to loosen me up. But no, that wasn't possible. It must have just been a coincidence.
I turned to Blake and hissed, "Blake! You have to stop this! Please take your hand away."
But I sounded weak and ineffectual even to me. Blake ignored me and I made no attempt to remove his hand or step away from him.
I was shocked when I realized that I was getting short of breath and my skin was tingling. I was having trouble thinking straight.
After pausing long enough to make it clear that he was in charge here, not me, Blake took his hand away and smiled at me. He said, quite calm and totally in control, "It's getting late. I should be heading back to my hotel now. Thank you for a wonderful dinner, Paula. I'm going in and change now."
He climbed out of the pool and as he stepped out onto the deck I saw that he had a huge bulge in the front of his trunks. As he passed by I saw Jarrod notice it too. But Jarrod's expression never changed.
I remained where I was for several minutes. I was shocked. I was confused. And I was furious with myself because I realized that I was incredibly horny.
I picked up my glass and Blake's still full glass and got out of the pool. I joined Jarrod at the patio table. Neither of us said a word for a long time.
Blake came out fully dressed a few minutes later. He shook Jarrod's hand and said goodnight. He thanked me again for the meal. Then he thanked Jarrod for his generous offer and he left.
Jarrod walked him out. I was too dumbstruck to move.
When Jarrod finally returned I asked, "What generous offer did he thank you for?"
Jarrod smiled and said, "I offered him the use of our mother-in-law suite until he found a place to live."
I stared at him in shock. I almost asked him why he hadn't said anything when Blake had rested his hand on my ass. The only reason that I didn't was that I would have had to explain why I had permitted it. Still, I was unable to think of anything else. The feel of Blake's hand on my ass was still fresh in my mind. It had been very exciting. But what on earth had possessed Jarrod to sit there and smile while he watched that large, self assured black man rest his hand on my ass?!
I wanted desperately to ask. But until I could explain why I had stood there and submitted to him there was nothing that I could say.
Oh my god! I just realized what I had done! I had submitted just like one of those women in those stories! I wonder how far I would have let him go. I wonder how far Jarrod would have let him go.
We went up to our room and as soon as we got in bed Jarrod was all over me. He attacked me with more ardor than he had shown since our honeymoon. I realized that I was just as aroused as he obviously was. And I knew why. I guess this answered my earlier questions. Jarrod had permitted Blake to touch me because it aroused him!
That raised a thousand more questions. But it seemed like I was the only one with the questions. Soon after our unusually passionate lovemaking ended I returned to bed from cleaning up to find Jarrod sound asleep.
I should have said something then. I should have shaken him and woke him up. I knew that I wouldn't be able to ask any of these embarrassing questions in the light of day.
On the other hand, I didn't see how I could just forget about what had happened tonight. Some things were self evident. I had been turned on by a dominant black man this evening, a man that I had just met and hardly knew.
But just as amazing, my husband had watched Blake touch me and there was no question that it had really turned him on. When he had invited Blake to live with us, did he have an ulterior motive? How far did he want this to go?
I doubt if I got more than three or four hours sleep that night. But I did sleep. I know I slept because the dreams I experienced that night could have been written by my new favorite author.
Chapter 2
In the morning I tried to behave as if nothing unusual had happened last night. So did Jarrod. But all of those unanswered questions hung in the air. There was definitely an elephant in the room.
I was dying to ask him about last night. But I didn't even know what to ask!
I finally gave up and went upstairs to finish getting ready for work. When I came back down Jarrod was getting ready to leave. He took me in his arms, kissed me. It was the most passionate goodbye kiss we had shared in a long time. He held me in his arms then and said in a voice that, unlike his normal dispassionate goodbye was so sincere, "I love you. See you tonight."
I stared at him as he walked away. I was so confused that I was unable to speak.
After Jarrod left I made sure the coffee pot was turned off. I gathered my purse and briefcase and went out to the garage. All the way to work I wondered what it would be like between Blake and me today at the office. We hadn't done anything. He had rested his hand on my ass. I had permitted it. My husband had permitted it. But that was all.
That was all except that he had checked out my reading material and he had been given an open window into my mind. But was that my mind? I mean, were those my fantasies? Or could it be just as simple as I was merely enjoying some dirty stories I had come across? I couldn't possibly want to experience those things! Just as important, did Jarrod actually want to see me being dominated, being used by a black man? I had never had any indication that he had fantasies like that.
As I pulled into the parking lot at work my head was still spinning with questions.
I was nervous about seeing Blake. But when I got to my office he was already there. He looked up and smiled impersonally, like nothing had happened last night and said good morning. We went right to work and as we sat at my desk going over files and sipping coffee I started to think that last night had been an aberration. Something that happened because of a little too much alcohol and my carelessness in letting him discover that story on my computer.
We were on our second cup of coffee when his hand moved behind me and he moved his chair closer to mine. I stopped breathing when his hand came to rest on my shoulders, just below my neck.
He never even looked at me, though. He continued to look at the file we were going over and talk as if his hand was not gently rubbing my shoulders.
I felt my nipples harden instantly and my breathing became shallow. I knew that I should put a stop to this, especially here in the office. But I didn't say a word and I don't even know why. Maybe because it was so exciting.
The file was quickly forgotten. Our office door was closed and there was very little likelihood that we would be disturbed. He didn't know that though. He didn't seem to care either.
His hand gradually worked down my back again, much quicker than it had last night. When his fingertips rested on the cheeks of my ass and he was gently massaging them he leaned closer and said, "Tell me about those stories you read."
Oh god! What could I say? What did he want me to say?
I paused for a long time, trying to marshal my thoughts. I paused long enough that he brought his hand around and rested it on my upper thigh and squeezed hard.
I gasped and he repeated in a much firmer voice, "Tell me about those stories."
In a breathless voice, almost a whisper, I asked, "Tell you what? What do you want to know?"
He loosened his grip on my thigh and said, "What was the first story that you read? Tell me about it."
Oh god! Could I really do this?! Could I have this conversation with this strong, virile man who now seemed to be totally in control? But then, could I not?
I knew though, that the minute I started telling him about that story I was submitting to him. The flirting, what little of it there had been, would be over. He would know as soon as I spoke that he had me.
Was that what I wanted? Was that what Jarrod wanted?
I felt his fingers moving on my leg, gently moving up and down my thigh, getting closer to my supersensitive crotch with each movement. I looked down at his large, black hand caressing my leg and I knew that it was wrong. And I knew that I wanted it. I wanted him to touch me ... everywhere.
He took his hand away and said, "Before you start, lift your dress up. I want to feel your soft skin."
That shaky feeling that had washed over me in the pool last night was enveloping me again. I was tingly all over and breathing was getting more difficult all the time. As if I was totally without free will I reached down and eased my skirt up to just below my crotch.
He watched me obey his order and when I stopped he said, "Higher, all the way up."
And I obeyed once more!
I lifted my skirt until most of my panties were exposed. He looked down and shook his head and said, "Take those off. I hate them. Don't ever wear pantyhose again. That's an order."
An order! He was telling me what to wear, or rather what not to wear. This man I had met only twenty-four hours ago was ordering me to remove one of my undergarments, and never wear it again.
I am not sure what I was thinking. I pushed my chair back slowly and rose to stand on legs that only just barely supported me. I stepped away from my desk and I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as I slowly started to walk to the door.
Blake said, "Where are you going, Paula?"
I turned to face him. But I couldn't look him in the eye.
I whispered, "To the ladies room. I'm going to ... you know. I'm going to do what you said."
I felt like a little girl in the principal's office. I was helpless. I was incapable of independent thought. And I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life!
He said, "I didn't give you permission to leave the room. Come back over here."
I went back around my desk and stood in front of Blake. In a halting voice I said, "But ... I thought ... don't you want me to... ?"
He shook his head as if he was trying to be very patient with the moron he was forced to deal with. In the voice one might use when speaking to a very young and not very intelligent child he said, "Lift your skirt up to your waist and pull your pantyhose down. Throw them away and return to your seat with your skirt up around your waist."
I stared at him for a second in disbelief, until he snapped, "Do it! Now!"
He didn't seem at all surprised when I obeyed. But I certainly was! I lifted my skirt to my waist and started rolling my pantyhose down. I had them down to about mid thigh when he said, "You might as well go ahead and take your underwear off too. You won't be wearing panties anymore either."
I hesitated for a second. I had not been a virgin when I married. I have had half a dozen lovers since I lost my virginity in my sophomore year of high school. I don't think that is a lot. But until I got married I had never undressed in front of a man. My boyfriends had always struggled with my clothes while we kissed until they had me undressed enough to have sex. I had always enjoyed it too. Even when I didn't reach orgasm, which was more often than not.
I had not actually stood in front of a man and undressed until I was married. And even though it was exciting, it was not something that I was comfortable doing for at least six months after my wedding, maybe longer.
Now, six years later, here I was, about to bare the lower half of my body to a man who was almost a stranger. He was ordering me to entertain him by exposing the most private part of my body.
And I did it!
I reached back up and while standing directly in front of Blake, only an arm's length away, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pushed them down until they were bunched up with my pantyhose. I slipped my shoes off and pushed both garments off together.
I felt Blake's eyes boring into my exposed flesh as my skirt started sliding back into place. He said, "Hold it up around your waist. I'm not done looking at your cunt. I've never seen red cunt hair before. I like it."
I stood there with my underwear in one hand and my skirt up, baring my stomach. I was so nervous, and so excited, that I was shivering.
He stared for a long moment before he ordered, "Spread your legs a little further apart."
Every time he spoke in that clear, strong, dominant, self assured voice it was like he was touching me. I slid my bare feet out across the cold, tile floor until they were shoulder width apart. Then I watched helplessly as his arm reached out confidently and his finger tips moved over my stomach and down through my pubic hair until they rested gently on my sopping wet slit.
When I realized how wet my pussy had become I was doubly embarrassed. He ran his fingertips through my opening for a moment and then he held out his hand. I wasn't sure what he wanted at first. But then I came to my senses and handed him my underwear.
He separated the pantyhose and dropped them in my trash can. He held up my panties and looked at the crotch and smiled. I could see the damp spot that had seeped all the way through the lined crotch. He smiled and said, "I'm going to hold onto these. I think that I'll give them to your husband at dinner tonight."
He stuck my underwear in his jacket pocket and then he motioned me back into my seat. I started to let my skirt back down before I sat down. He shook his head and I held it in place. I sat down and the cold leather seat sent more shivers through my vulnerable body.
Once I was seated again he pushed my chair back up to the desk. His hand dropped to my thigh once more. This time there was nothing between his flesh and mine. Before he spoke, before he ordered me once more to tell him about that story, he gently picked up my arm and placed my hand on his hard, throbbing cock.
I gasped when my hand gripped his massive organ. My fingers had closed around it almost of their own accord. It felt huge. I had never even imagined a cock that thick!
He smiled at my reaction and said, "That is your new god, Paula. You are Jarrod's wife. But from this moment on you are my bitch. Isn't that right, Paula?"
I looked at his strong, handsome, slightly arrogant face and it never even occurred to me to say no. I had the fleeting thought that I was slipping into one of those stories I had been reading. But once more I seemed to be totally devoid of free will.
I looked him right in the eye and whispered, "Yes."
He smiled and asked, "Yes what, Paula?"
I started to answer but I couldn't speak. I cleared my throat and quietly responded, "I am your bitch."
He nodded and said, "Good girl. Now, tell me about that story. I want you to tell me about the first of those stories that you read. Tell me what happened in that story. Tell me how you reacted."
My head was spinning. I sat there with his hand on my thigh, his finger resting against my slit, and my hand holding his enormous cock. I started to tell him about that first story but he interrupted and asked me how I found it. I was forced to admit that I had been looking at pictures of naked men and then going to bed and masturbating.
He found that amusing. I could tell by his expression. But he didn't say anything.
I told him that I had looked at a few unsatisfactory stories on the site and that I had been about to give when this one caught my eye and I decided to try just one more before going to bed. It was a story called, "I Belong to Snake Now."
I was having trouble talking. I was having trouble thinking. This was all so exciting. But I was beginning to suffer from sensory overload.
Blake seemed to understand what I was feeling, but he didn't let up. He squeezed my thigh and said, "You are going to have to relax, Paula. I'm not going to fuck you until tonight. Now pull yourself together and answer my questions."
I took a deep breath and began to describe the story that I had read. From the reaction of his cock in my hand I gathered that he found the story as compelling as I had. I was getting all worked up again as I described the way that biker had degraded and humiliated that innocent young housewife. But describing the events that took place in the story was not enough. I had to tell Blake how I had felt when I read it.
That was the hard part. That was baring my soul.
I explained that I had never read anything like that story before. I had never considered being treated that way and never thought of humiliation as a form of sex play. But when I had opened that story and begun to get involved in it I had been unable to stop reading. The story was sixty-eight pages long and I had read it for hours, all the way to the end.
I described one humiliating act after another to Blake and tried to tell him how I had reacted. The problem was that I hadn't actually stopped to think about my reaction. I had just gone with the feelings that the story brought to the surface as I read.
It had been so harmless. I was safe in my own home. I had allowed my mind to put me in the place of a woman being raped and humiliated, totally unable to control her own fate or the way the men around her used and abused her body.
She was entirely under the control of a crude, cruel man that she didn't know. She was a helpless victim and I got to experience her helplessness vicariously through that story. It was one hell of a rush! But it had been totally safe. It was all in my mind. And no one but me knew that I was doing it.
Now I was forced to try to explain my feelings to Blake. The problem was, I wasn't sure what I had felt, beyond lust. I hadn't taken the time to analyze what I felt. Now I was in the position of having to analyze my reactions on the spot.
I still wasn't sure what the answers to his questions were. I only knew that it was a good thing that he had made me pull my skirt up. There was a pool of juices collecting between my thighs! My dress would have been ruined if I was sitting on it.
We had gotten almost no work done this morning. Just before lunch, Blake sent me to the ladies room to freshen up. When I returned he was looking at the yellow pages and consulting a map of the city.
He stood up and ordered me to walk with him. We went out of the building and down the street. As we walked Blake endeavored to engage me in a casual conversation about the city that was his new home. To anyone we passed we would look like nothing more than a couple of friends walking down the street.
But I knew something that they didn't. I knew that I was walking beside him because he had ordered me to. I knew that he had ordered me to remove my underwear and not wear it again. I knew that he had seen and touched my pussy. I knew that he was going to fuck me tonight, whether I wanted him to or not.
I wanted to ask where we were going. I thought that we were probably just going out for a sandwich. But we passed one restaurant after another and he ignored them. I didn't ask though. I was aware of, and excited by, my new position as a slave. It was not my place to question Blake.
Chapter 3
We walked for quite a distance, turning several times, until we were out of the financial district and entering an area where tattoo shops and bars lined the street.
Blake finally came to a stop in front of a place called Big Jim's Adult Bookstore. I saw a sign on the door that said 'You must be 21 to enter' and under that another that said, 'If you are offended by nudity do not enter'.
Blake reached out and opened the door and pushed me inside. My heart was in my throat as I stepped into the sleazy store. I was suddenly surrounded by magazines and movies, all proudly featuring photographs of naked women in various slutty poses.
I glance quickly around the small room and saw right away that I was the only woman in the place. I wasn't surprised.
Blake looked around and then led me to a display of adult toys. There in front of us was a huge display of various vibrators. I never imagined that there were so many styles. He selected two of them, as well as two butt plugs, one large and one larger.
I whispered urgently, "Please Blake. Not those. I don't ... you know. Not there!"
He smiled and said, "You'll thank me later. Now shut up, bitch. If you give me a hard time I'll take you into the back and let the boys teach you some manners. Because I'm a nice guy I'm going to let it go this time. But don't you ever say no to me again. Is that understood?"
I was torn. I wanted to explain that I couldn't do anal sex. I needed him to understand that. It took a moment to sink in that I was wrong. If Blake wanted to fuck my ass, well, it wasn't up to me. I no sooner accepted the idea then my mind flashed back to that thick tube of flesh I had held in my hand this morning. Oh god! I knew it would kill me.
Blake pulled me to the counter and after looking at the back of one of the packages he had selected he picked up some batteries from a display on the counter. He also picked up a bottle of lubricant.
He paid the dirty old man behind the counter who was leering at me so hard he could hardly make change for Blake. As it turned out, he didn't need to try so hard to undress me with his eyes. He was about to see a lot more than he bargained for.
Blake removed one of the vibrators from the package and as he inserted the batteries he said without even looking at me, "Lift your dress up around your waist, bitch."
I stared at him in shock. That was going too far! I couldn't possibly do that! And yet, somehow, I found myself inching my skirt up until the hem was in my hands and lifting it up to my waist as ordered.
I couldn't believe it! I was exposing my pussy to a bunch of strange men! I don't know how many, I was too embarrassed to look up and count them. But I was so excited by the idea of all of those men looking at me that I could hardly breathe.
I was aware of the lunch crowd gathering around to stare at my exposed flesh. I flashed back to when I was a young girl and I used to get an immature thrill when a boy saw my panties. I hadn't thought of that for years.
I saw the look on the face of the store clerk and finally I had to retreat behind my eyelids. I couldn't stand to see the men around me.
A moment later, Blake said, "Spread your legs out, cunt. I have a present for you."
I opened my eyes to see him holding an egg shaped piece of plastic in his hand. It had a short wire dangling out of one end. Other than that there was nothing on it. No switches, no dials, nothing.
I spread my legs as ordered. As soon as I was positioned the way Blake wanted, he leaned down and rubbed the tip of the egg through my sopping wet slit for a moment and then firmly pushed it inside of me.
I gasped loudly. But that soft sound went unheard as the men around me laughed and joked and commented on my exposed body.
Once the egg had been inserted, Blake picked up a small device and turned a dial. I almost fell to the floor when the egg inside of me started vibrating violently. I cried out and my hands reached out and grasped the edge of the counter.
Blake smiled and adjusted the dial and the vibrations became more tolerable. Another adjustment and those vibrations were just a dull but exciting tingling sensation deep inside of me.
Blake nodded and said, "Perfect. Okay, bitch. Let's go back to work."
I started to follow him out but one of the men called out, "Hey man! Before you leave, how about a look at that fine ass of hers?"
Blake grinned and said, "Lift up the back of your skirt, Paula. Show your fans what a nice ass you have."
I didn't even look up. I reached back and lifted my skirt over my ass and held it there until Blake said, "Okay. That's enough fun for now. Come on. We don't want to be late for work."
I dropped my skirt and followed him back out onto the crowded city sidewalk. I noticed that I got some strange looks from passersby as I stepped out of that place. Blake ignored the people around us though. He waited until I was beside him and we began to walk back to our office at a brisk pace.
He spoke to me several times as we walked but I had a very hard time concentrating. I had that constant vibration in my pussy driving me fucking crazy!
Every few minutes he would play with the controller in his pocket and adjust the rate of the vibration. Most of the time he kept it low and it was bearable. But every few minutes he would turn it way up and it would take my breath away. I would be forced to come to a stop, right in the middle of the sidewalk and grab my stomach as if I was having cramps.
I found that I had the strangest reaction to what he was doing to me. The vibrations themselves were not all that erotic. They were a distraction in a sensitive area of my body. But they would be more effective if they were applied on the outside of my body, near my clit. Still, the idea of this man now having this effect on my body was turning me on. He was in charge of what went into my pussy. It reminded me of the themes of those stories that I had been reading and even if the vibrations were not placed where they would do the most good they were certainly having a profound effect. And I think that the effect was much more intense because this was all being done in public.
We were more than half way back to the office. We had once more entered the financial district. We were surrounded by businessmen and women in business suits and conservative dresses. That was when he turned the dial all the way up and I was forced to grab the back of a bench at a bus stop we were passing as a huge orgasm took control of my body.
Once more I almost fell to the ground at Blake's feet. The bench was crowded. I hung on to the back of it and I was unable to suppress a moan. The people turned to look at me, probably wondering if I was about to get sick.
One of the men asked, "Lady? Are you okay?"
I nodded and gasped for breath, holding on until I felt able to stand again. Blake moved closer and put his arm in mine and said, "She's alright. She has a vibrator in her pussy and she just had an orgasm. I think I may have turned it up too high. Sorry folks."
The woman sitting on the end of the bench turned bright red. That was all I saw before Blake pulled me away and we continued on our way to work.
It took me a few moments to be able to walk on my own. When I had regained my breath I gasped, "Jesus, Blake!"
He chuckled and said, "Exciting, isn't it?"
I hated to admit it. But fuck yes it was exciting! This was just the sort of thing that might have come from one of those stories I had been reading. Except, of course, that in the stories he would have made me have sex with those men in the store. Or he would have pushed me under my desk this morning and forced me to suck his cock. But then, it was, after all, only the first day. Who knew what would happen tomorrow?
We got back to the office and returned to my desk. We started going through files again. It was just a normal work day. Except that once more my skirt was pulled up to my waist and I was no longer wearing underwear. Blake kept his hands to himself this time. But of course, I still had a vibrating egg in my body and the remote control was in his pocket.
From time to time throughout the afternoon he would turn it up. Each time he did, it caused me to stop in mid-sentence and close my eyes. My entire body would tense up and I would edge closer to another orgasm. But each time I got close he turned it back down. Several times I was nearly in tears as he brought me to within a hair's breadth of having an orgasm and then jerked it away from me.
But at least we got some work done in the afternoon. By the time the work day was over I was a wreck. I was drenched in sweat and looked like I had a high fever. Fortunately we hung back and talked quietly until the office had pretty much emptied out.
When things were quiet, Blake reached over and grabbed a handful of the hair on the back of my head. He turned my head to face him and he kissed me for the first time. It was a brutal, demanding kiss. It seemed more like he was demonstrating his control over me than anything else. His tongue probed my mouth and I shivered with passion as my tongue came out to duel with his. His free hand grasped my breast and after a long, almost violent kiss that reminded me very much of the rapes I had been reading about in those stories, he straightened up and looked into my eyes and said, "It's time to take you home and get you ready to fuck, bitch."
I could only groan my acceptance of his statement. I had already ceded my body to him. I was just disappointed that I had to wait that long! Still, I hadn't completely lost my mind. I couldn't help but wonder why a self-sufficient, modern woman with high self-esteem would allow herself to be talked to like that. But I knew the answer. I allowed it because it turned me on. I allowed it because in my mind I was experimenting with the exciting things I had been reading lately.
Before we left the office, Blake turned the vibrating egg off. He smiled and said, "We don't want you getting distracted on the way home."
He ordered me to remove the egg and I gently retrieved it from my sopping wet pussy. When I had it in my hand he said, "Lick it clean. Then put it on your desk."
I licked my juices from the plastic egg and placed it on my desk. He put the controller down beside it and said, "When we get in tomorrow morning I want you to put that back in and bring me the controller."
We stood up. But before I could move away he bent me over my desk and flipped my skirt up in back. He ordered me not to move. I watched nervously as he pulled out the smaller of the two butt plugs he bought today and the bottle of lubricant.
I wanted to beg him not to do this. But instead I rested my head on my arms, closed my eyes and waited. I jumped when I felt his fingers spreading my butt cheeks open and his cold, greasy finger being forced inside me. I was terrified that someone would come through the door and see us like this. But I was more terrified of that huge rubber torture device that he was going to shove inside of me.
He withdrew his finger and I tensed up, expecting a huge piece of rubber to rip my guts open. Instead, he began forcing two greasy fingers inside of me. As he worked them in and out of my ass he spoke calmly, telling me that I just needed to relax and it wouldn't be that bad.
I couldn't help thinking, "Oh yeah? Then why don't you stick it up your ass?" But I wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud.
After several minutes he pulled his fingers out of me and a moment later I felt the tip of the butt plug sliding between my ass cheeks and pressing against my little virgin hole. He didn't force it in right away. He twisted it around and tested my opening for a moment. As he did he calmly instructed me to relax and take a deep breath and then he said, "Okay, Paula. I'm going to put it in now. It really isn't that bad. Just push back against it as if you were trying to go to the bathroom. This isn't a very big butt plug and we are doing this for your own good."
I just didn't feel like I was benefiting from this. But I had my orders. As I struggled to obey his instructions I couldn't help wondering if he had ever had one of these damned things shoved up his ass. Somehow I doubted it.
He slowly worked it in a little deeper. He was taking it very slow, letting me get used to the awful thing. It got wider and wider as it entered me until suddenly it was all the way in and my anus closed around the narrow neck at the base, holding it firmly in place even though I desperately wanted it out of me.
He ordered me to stand and after I slowly got to my feet he asked, "That's not so bad is it?"
I nodded rapidly and then quietly answered, "Yes! I feel like I have to go to the bathroom!"
He smiled and said, "You'll get used to it. You only have to wear it until we get you home. Let's go."
We walked to the elevators and went to the parking garage in the basement. It occurred to me that this was two nights in a row that I was skipping the gym. I was pretty sure that I was going to get a workout though.
We didn't see another soul until we got to the basement. I was glad because I was walking like I was about to give birth. Blake was enjoying my discomfort. His amusement was evident, and infuriating.
He followed me to our cars and watched me get in with great difficulty. I groaned in pain when I lowered my weight onto that damned thing. It seemed to burrow into my guts dangerously. And this was the small one!
Blake followed me home again. But this time I was in agony all the way home. I was tempted several times to pull over and tear that thing out of me. But for some reason, even though it was making it hard for me to breathe and to concentrate on my driving, I just couldn't do it.
The half hour drive home seemed like an hour this evening. I drove into my garage and got out of the car very carefully. By the time I was out and standing beside my car, Blake was standing there, watching and smiling at my discomfort.
He followed me inside and ordered me to make us both a drink. He sat at the kitchen island and watched as I hobbled around making the drinks. I noticed that I had a message on the machine and I played it while I served Blake his drink. We tapped our glasses together in a mute toast as we listened to the message from Jarrod saying that he was going to be home early tonight and was, in fact, on his way when he called.
I had mixed feelings about that. I had expectations that had built up during the day. They were all about sex with Blake. My husband had not appeared in these little fantasies.
I looked at Blake and from the look on his face I saw that he still had every intention of fucking me. The message from my husband hadn't changed that. I was so confused. I finally asked, "Did you and Jarrod discuss this, any of this?"
Blake smiled and shook his head.
I was even more confused. I said, "But ... what ... are you... ?!"
I didn't even know what to ask. I just wanted to understand. I didn't want there to be some violent confrontation between these two men. For one thing, my much smaller husband would surely lose a physical altercation.
Blake laughed quietly and said, "I didn't have to speak to your husband. I know your husband."
"You know my husband!" I exclaimed. "Where did you meet my husband?"
Blake responded, "I have never met him before last night. But I know him. He won't be a problem. That's enough of your silly questions. Shut your mouth. Save your energy for when I stick a dick in it."
That wasn't a threat to me. I had not enjoyed oral sex at first. I did it sometimes when I was dating in high school and college. But it wasn't something I enjoyed. It had always seemed to me to be unpleasant, uncomfortable, nasty and more than a little demeaning.
I didn't start to change my mind about it until after I married Jarrod. I guess it makes a difference when you really love a man. I think it helped too that he hadn't tried to make me do something that I obviously didn't enjoy. But I did it because I knew he enjoyed it and I had gradually come around. Now I actually enjoyed sucking my husband's cock. It turned me on. I had reached a point that I now took pleasure from pleasing him.
I think it helped that he always made sure that I was pleased as well. He was very good at oral sex and really seemed to enjoy eating my pussy. That was something I had never experienced in high school and not very often in college either.
Jarrod was the first man that ever ate my pussy just to bring me pleasure and not just to get me horny so I would let him fuck me.
I was going nuts with that damned thing up my ass and finally I said, "This thing in my ass is driving me crazy! Can I please take it out now? You said it was just until we got home."
He smiled and said, "In a minute. Be patient, slut."
I had noticed that throughout the day he had taken to calling me nasty names; cunt, bitch, slut. I had noticed too, that far from being offended, I was getting turned on. What was I turning into?! Was I going to end up like one of the mindless sluts in those stories I had come to enjoy so much?
I heard the garage door open and I knew that my husband was home. I was suddenly very insecure. Before Jarrod came in I looked at Blake and in a desperate voice I asked, "Are you going to ruin my marriage?"
He smiled and said, "I'm going to spice it up. I'm going to strengthen it. You two don't even know each other yet. I'm going to fix that."
Jarrod came in then and he and Blake exchanged greetings and shook hands. Jarrod put his arm around me and kissed me. He noticed that I was in distress and he asked, "What's wrong, Paula?"
Before I could think of an answer, Blake said, "Here, Jarrod. Would you take care of these? I've ordered her not to wear them anymore."
He took my panties out of his pocket and handed them to my husband. I was shocked to see the tiny smile on Jarrod's face. He tried very hard to keep a straight face but that tiny smile grew quickly.
It occurred to me that I had been shocked a lot in the last twenty-four hours. But I think that this was the biggest one.
Blake smiled and said, "Paula, stand up and show your husband why you look so uncomfortable."
I struggled to my feet and started to pull my dress up in the back.
Blake said, "I suppose that you should go ahead and take that off, Paula. I have been curious about your tits anyway."
I glanced at Jarrod. He just stood there waiting. And then, as I started removing my dress I realized that my husband had an erection! This was turning him on! Well fuck me!
I suppose that I had gotten a hint that this might excite Jarrod last night. He had been very amorous in bed last night after Blake had gone back to his hotel. I knew that he had seen Blake in the pool when he caressed my back and even cupped the cheeks of my ass for a long moment. I had seen him watching.
Still, his acceptance of ... of all of this, of my being totally controlled by this arrogant young man, this was something that I never would have thought possible. I had read of men who enjoyed watching their wives with other men. I never had reason to believe that Jarrod was one of them.
But then, I never suspected that I would allow myself to be treated like this either. It was all because of those damned stories!
But I wasn't upset really. I was far too aroused to be upset. I couldn't avoid that nagging feeling in the back of my mind that this could be dangerous. But that was a feeling that was quickly being drowned out by the blood pumping loudly through my veins and my rapid heartbeat. I was scared. But I was more turned on than I had been the night that I lost my virginity. I was a sex slave!
As my mind whirled dizzily with all of that, I had managed to unbutton my dress. I stood before two men, my husband and the man that now owned me, and allowed my dress to fall open. I took a deep breath and let it slide off of my shoulders. I removed it with shaking fingers and dropped it on the kitchen island. I reached back and struggled with the catch on my bra. My hands were shaking so much that I almost asked for help.
I finally managed to unfasten my bra and I slowly released the ends of the straps. The cups hung loosely over my breasts for a moment. My last bit of cover. I reached up and slowly slid the narrow straps off of my shoulders. Then I pulled the bra off and dropped it on top of my dress.
I was naked now, in front of two men. I was a sex object, a piece of property. I felt so vulnerable but at the same time, so very sexy. I had to really fight to keep from covering myself with my hands. I knew it would be a foolish gesture. But I felt so naked in front of Blake. To add to my embarrassment, I don't believe that I have ever been naked in the kitchen before. It seemed so ... strange, to be undressing for the amusement of two men in my kitchen.
Blake looked me over for a long time. Finally he said, "Not bad. Those tits could be a little bigger. But as small as you are they look okay I guess. If you didn't have all that cunt hair you'd look like a little girl."
I looked at Jarrod and saw the lust on his face. It was incredible. We had watched a couple of pornographic movies once. We hadn't really enjoyed them and he had seldom gotten erect during the show. We never rented any more movies. He hadn't enjoyed watching them any more than I had. But he was enjoying watching me now!
He was extremely turned on watching me obey Blake!
Blake had apparently been right. I really didn't know my husband very well. What else was I going to find out?
Blake said, "Okay, cunt. Turn around and bend over your stool. Show your husband one of your new toys."
I turned around and bent over my stool. I felt Blake nudge my legs farther apart with his foot and I could almost feel the two men staring down at my exposed ass.
As shocking as everything that had happened had been, that was nothing compared to what came next. I heard Blake say, "Okay, wimp. Bend down there and pull that thing out of my new cunt's ass with your teeth. After you get it out I want you to lick it clean. Then I want you to put on your wife's nasty underwear and go wash the butt plug in soap and water. If you do a good job I'll let you watch her suck my cock. I might even let you help me fuck her a little later."
I held my breath, waiting for Jarrod to say or do something and put an end to this. I just knew that there was no way he was going to let any man talk to him like that! Not my husband!
But then I felt his face against my ass and he struggled to grasp the base of the butt plug with his teeth. I stared straight ahead as he worked. But my eyes must have been opened as wide as silver dollars. My big strong husband was letting my new owner order him around just like I was!
I felt Jarrod force his face deeper between the cheeks of my ass and I felt him grasp the base of the plug in his teeth. The first two times he tried to remove it the base slipped out of his mouth. The third time he must have finally realized how firmly embedded in my body it had become and he kept a firm grip on it. I groaned in pain as my asshole spread wide once more to allow that nasty thing to be removed. It had been very uncomfortable, but as my opening was once more stretched to allow the passage of the widest part of the plug just before the sudden narrowing at the flange of the base, the pain began to increase quickly.
I cried out as the widest part of the plug slipped out of me and then the rest of it followed quickly and I felt only relief. Well, I felt relief. But I still felt like I had to go to the bathroom.
Jarrod stood up and I struggled back to my feet as well. It was such a relief to be free of that damned thing!
When I turned I saw my husband take the plug from his mouth and look at it uncertainly. The plug was made from black rubber and it wasn't possible to tell how dirty it was. I could see streaks of grease on it, but I had no idea how nasty it might be.
Blake watched Jarrod contemplate the task he had been given for a moment, but only a moment. He quickly became impatient and snapped curtly, "Don't make me repeat myself, boy."
I watched in disbelief as my husband closed his eyes and slowly brought the plug to his lips.
Blake snapped, "Open your fucking eyes, faggot! This is nothing compared to some of the things I'll be making you do from now on."
Jarrod's eyes opened and he blushed when he saw me watching in disbelief. But he stuck his tongue out and was about to begin licking the nasty thing that he had just removed from my ass!
I almost gagged as I watched. But just before his tongue actually touched the butt plug, Blake said, "Stop. I just wanted to make sure that you would obey me. Take it upstairs and wash it. Get out of your suit and put the slut's panties on."
Jarrod was visibly relieved. He reached down and picked up the panties that I had worn to work today and headed for the stairs. Blake instructed me to follow him.
Even after all that had happened to me today I was extremely conscious of Blake following me up the stairs. I was also aware yet again of how exciting it was to feel so exposed to a strange man.
We followed Jarrod to the bedroom and watched him undress. He appeared to be as embarrassed as I had been when I first exposed myself to Blake. But I noticed that he still had an erection. It was kind of funny watching him try to stuff that thing into my panties when he pulled them on. For some reason his cock looked larger when it was forced into that thin garment that was much too small for him.
Jarrod took the plug into our bathroom and washed it. A moment later he returned and Blake took it from him and placed it on my dresser.
Then Blake ordered both of us to undress him.
I looked at Blake. I looked at Jarrod. I was waiting for Jarrod to react again. I was positive that my husband was not bisexual. And I never wondered about it before, but I didn't think he could be submissive either. But then, until recently I didn't realize that I was a submissive.
I watched, though, as my husband began to remove Blake's suit coat. He was blushing and he wouldn't look at me. And his cock was still hard! Jarrod and I really needed to talk!
I came to my senses and started unbuttoning Blake's shirt. After Jarrod hung up the coat he came closer and I knew that he didn't know what to do next. He didn't want to mess with Blake's pants. I could sense it.
I saw Blake lift his eyebrow and Jarrod took the hint. He couldn't just stand there and watch. He dropped down and untied Blake's shoes and carefully removed them. I pulled off his shirt and then worked his undershirt up over his muscular chest while my husband removed his socks.
While Jarrod watched, I unfastened Blake's belt and then worked his suit pants down his large, muscular legs. He definitely didn't look like an office worker!
I put his pants with his suit coat and when I turned back around I saw Blake pushing Jarrod to his knees again. The huge bulge in his shorts was only a couple of feet from Jarrod's face and my husband looked very nervous about it. I didn't blame him. I was pretty nervous about it myself. But I was also curious. I had held that enormous thing in my hand and I couldn't believe it. I needed to see it.
Jarrod visibly steeled himself and I watched with very mixed emotions as my husband of six years, the love of my life, removed another man's underwear so that he could have sex with me. It was a strange concept. It was also a concept that I had enjoyed reading about on more than one occasion as I went through those stories on my computer.
But did I really want to see it happen right in front of my eyes? Did I want my husband to be the kind of man that would not just allow another man to fuck me, but actually facilitate it?
Whether I wanted it or not, it was happening right before my eyes. I watched Jarrod struggle to pull Blake's shorts out far enough that he could get them down over his hard cock.
As he eased Blake's underwear down I watched as that massive black cock came into view. It was long. I suppose that it was a good nine inches long, much longer than Jarrod's six inches.
But that wasn't the part that was so intimidating. Blake's cock looked nearly as big around as my wrist! I am not exaggerating! Well, maybe a little. When I called that thing massive I was being modest. It was truly enormous and I started to wonder if I had bitten off more than I could chew, so to speak.
Blake saw my expression and said, "Don't worry, cunt. You'll get used to it. Think of it this way. It's much smaller than a baby."
I responded nervously, "Yeah, but when you have a baby they give you drugs."
He chuckled and said, "Come on. Let's go to your computer room. I want to look at some of those stories of yours while you learn to suck a real cock for the first time."
I saw the questioning look on my husband's face. So did Blake. As we went out into the hall and turned toward my computer room Blake explained, "Your wife, or perhaps I should say my new cunt, has been reading dirty stories on the internet by some perverted dirty old man. They have warped her brain as you can see. Later on I want you to read them, boy. I'm going to. I want to find out what's going through her pretty head. But she told me about one of them today and I'm curious to see some of the others."
It made me nervous that he was going to read those stories. There were things in there, really awful things that had turned me on to read about. But they were not things that I would ever want to experience. I didn't want him getting the wrong ideas.
He sat down at my desk and ignored the files that were open. They were the same two stories that had been open when he looked at my computer last night so he had already given them a quick scan.
He went to the directory where I kept all of those stories and looked through the titles. He opened a few and glanced at them and then closed them. He finally opened one called, "The Life of an Army Wife" and started reading.
He scanned quickly through the first few pages and then he spread his legs out and ordered me to get down on the floor.
I knelt between his thick legs and stared in awe at his large cock. He looked down at me and said, "Just lick for a while. Take some time and get used to it."
He pointed to the floor beside him and said, "Boy!"
Jarrod moved to the spot indicated and Blake said, "Kneel and watch my new bitch learn how to suck a cock."
I had begun to lick the most enormous set of balls that I had ever seen. I looked up as Jarrod dropped to his knees. He was close enough to reach out and touch me. I saw him watching, obviously fascinated as my tongue moved over Blake's balls.
I was nervous about doing these things. But it made me even more uncomfortable to be doing them in front of my husband. I guess that I shouldn't be so concerned. It was all too obvious that he was enjoying my servitude. I can't believe I had no idea he felt that way.
I began to lick Blake's cock. As I worked my way up that colossal column of flesh I thought about the story that he was reading. It was one of those stories in which a lot of things happened that I would not want to happen to me. It had made for an erotic read and I had enjoyed a lot of orgasms as I read it with my vibrator working valiantly between my thighs. But the things that happened to that poor woman, many of them anyway, were much too extreme to actually experience. What would I do if Blake tried to do those things to me? How could I fight him?
My chain of thought was interrupted when Blake said, "Put it in your mouth now, bitch. Start sucking."
I struggled to fit my lips around the head of his cock. It was nearly twice as big around as Jarrod's. I wrapped my hand around the bottom four inches and there was still an awful lot of cock between my lips and my hand.
I began moving my mouth up and down his shaft. My lips never got any closer than about two inches to my hand. I had to be extremely careful. It was almost impossible to keep my teeth away from his sensitive skin.
I worked my mouth faster and faster and used my hand on the rest of the shaft.
I heard the excitement in his voice and I knew he was getting close when he said, "Just another minute, cunt."
Then he said to Jarrod, "Boy, I want you to cradle my nuts in your hand while my bitch sucks me off. I want you to feel the cum shooting out of me and filling her mouth."
I glanced at my husband again and saw the look on his face. He definitely didn't want to do that!
Blake said, "This is the second time I have had to tell you something twice, boy. Do I need to punish you? Maybe you would like to take your wife's place on the head of my dick?"
Jarrod swallowed loudly. He was scared now. He reached his arm between me and Blake's body and cupped his balls as ordered. I felt his arm every time I stroked Blake's cock. It was really strange. I couldn't see it. But the idea that he was actually holding a man's balls while I sucked that man off in front of him sent chills through my body. I was so excited now that I could feel my juices beginning to run down my legs!
Then I felt Blake tense up and I knew it was time. I held the tip of his cock in my mouth and began moving my hand rapidly up and down the shaft and then it began. I was afraid that with testicles that large he would ejaculate more than I could handle. My fears were quickly justified. I swallowed and swallowed but I couldn't keep up. I felt some of it escape my lips and drip down my chin onto my sweaty breasts. But I managed to swallow most of it and I was actually pretty proud of myself.
Blake gently pushed my head off of his cock and looked at me. He smiled and said, "Not bad for your first time, bitch. I didn't think you had it in you. You didn't spill more than a teaspoon full."
He looked at Jarrod then and said, "Give her a hand, boy. Lick that crap up. We don't want it dripping on the rug."
I saw Jarrod's face go pale. He started to back away. He shook his head and started to get up.
Blake hardly moved. It didn't even look like he was exerting any effort. He reached out and easily grabbed a handful of my husband's hair and pulled his face in close to mine. In a threatening tone of voice that I hadn't heard before he said, "That is three times, boy. If I have to tell you again the next load is going right up your punk ass. You think I'm playing games? Go ahead. Try me."
I was just about to get involved. I was going to tell Blake that he was going too far. The games were over. But as Jarrod slowly bent his face closer to mine I noticed that his cock was still rock hard! I didn't move as my husband licked another man's sperm from my chin and then the few drops from my tits as well.
I was aghast. And I was really confused. But then I realized that he was as turned on by being forced to do nasty things as I was! I had been shocked that he was getting a kick out of watching me have sex with my new co-worker. But this! This was impossible to believe!
The strange thing was that I realized that I should have been ... something, I don't know. Disgusted, dismayed, disillusioned, something! Instead I almost had an orgasm when my husband licked the few stray drops of Blake's cum from my face and body.
Blake finally pushed Jarrod away and said, "Let's go down and get a drink and sit out by the pool."