The Proposition

It was six-thirty when I finally got home from work on Friday night. Walking through the kitchen into the living room, I saw Danielle’s two children, Elizabeth and Steven (or Lizy and Steve as I called them), sitting in front of the television, watching an Indiana Jones video.

“Is your mom upstairs?” I asked.

Lizy nodded her head and said: “She’s getting ready for her trip.”

“Her trip?” I said, wondering if I’d heard correctly.

“Mom said that she had to fly to California this weekend for business,” Steve announced.

Everything suddenly fell in place.

I went upstairs to the master bedroom and saw my wife sitting on the side of the bed as she put on a pair of black high-heeled shoes. She was wearing a black full slip with spaghetti straps and black nylons. I could tell that she’d already had a bath. Her hair was combed and her make-up was done to perfection. Danielle, as usual, looked beautiful and sexy.

There was also an over-night case with a suit bag lying over it, sitting on the corner the bed.

“The kids said that you were flying to California for business,” I said.

My wife smiled at me. “I had a proposition at work today,” she said, standing up and walking over to the closet.

Danielle was a cocktail waitress at one of the major resorts here in Vegas, and she usually got propositioned at least a dozen times a day by men who were in town for a night or two. Sometimes, if it was a high roller doing the asking and the price was right, she’d say yes to their offer of a good time.

My wife loved men, sex, and money.

It was just that simple.

Though her first husband had been unable to cope with the affairs, I usually didn’t have a problem with them. Not only did I love her enough to accept anything she wanted to throw at me, but when we’d gotten married, I’d promised to give up all of my rights as a husband and to submit to her as a slave. I therefore didn’t have any say so in what she did, or whom she did it with.


Danielle and I had met almost a year ago at a local meeting for dominant women. It was a once-a-month get-together that was held in the home of a professional dominatrix who lives here in Las Vegas. The purpose of the meeting was to bring submissive men and dominant women together so that long-lasting relationships could hopefully be developed. Sometimes the relationships that were formed between a dominant and a submissive led to marriage, as ours eventually did. Danielle had been completely up front with regards to what she was looking for in a husband, desiring a man who knew when to keep his mouth shut and who was capable of obeying her every command without question. She also wanted someone who could accept her many affairs without getting jealous, or feeling insecure within the scope of the marriage. Last, but not least, she needed a person who would be good with her children, treating them with the love and respect that all young people needed to experience.

For my part, I fell in love with Danielle the moment I saw her. It was a Sunday night in the early part of November, and I arrived late at the meeting. It was raining that particular night, and the bus was over an hour late. I remember that I almost changed my mind about attending the meeting, thinking that no one would be there on a night such as this. Since it was a short walk back to my apartment, I was almost on the verge of returning home when the bus magically appeared.

It may have been destiny.

I don’t know.

When I finally got to Mistress Victoria’s home, the meeting had already been underway for nearly thirty minutes. I was cold and wet and not feeling very sociable as I hung up my raincoat in the hallway. Grabbing a hot cup of coffee from the layout of food and beverage that was on the dining room table, I entered the living room and sat in the one empty chair that was still available.

It was right next to where Danielle was sitting.

The first thing I noticed as I sat down next to her was the black leather jacket that was hanging from the back of her chair. I could tell that it was an expensive coat and could clearly smell the scent of leather emanating from it. The smell of leather has always had an arousing affect upon me. Directing my attention to the woman sitting in the chair, I automatically felt my heart skip a beat or two as I took in her beauty. I hate to admit it, but most of the women who attended these meetings were not very attractive.

Danielle, however, had the looks of a model.

She had dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, a nose that was perfectly shaped for her lovely face, and a chin that bespoke of strong character. Her hair was light brown with blondish highlights streaking through it, stylishly cut, and hung to her shoulders. Dressed in a long sleeved, dark blue silk blouse, a black pleated skirt that displayed a great deal of upper thigh, black sheer pantyhose, and black stiletto-heeled shoes, Danielle looked like a woman who was ready to take on the world. I judged her to be at least 5’ 8” in height, and somewhere around a hundred-and-twenty pounds in weight. I noticed that she also had long fingers with short stylish nails that were painted the color of blood red, and that there was a run in her pantyhose along the side of her right thigh.

Danielle realized that I was staring at her and turned to look at me. “It’s not polite to stare at someone,” she said in a soft, but firm tone of voice.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “It’s just that you look exactly like a woman I served as a slave in ancient Egypt.”

It took a moment for what I said to register in her mind.

She smiled at me and said,” That’s one of the most original lines I’ve heard in quite a while. I assume by your statement that you believe in reincarnation.”

“Yes, I do.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“William Croft.”

“Are you a tomb raider?”

“A tomb raider?”

“Like Laura Croft,” she said, laughing at me. “The movie with Angelina Jolie in it. My two children love that movie. Elizabeth, my daughter, wants to me just like Laura Croft, and my son, Steven, has fallen in love with Angelina.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not a tomb raider,” I answered. “I can, however, understand your son’s infatuation with Angelina Jolie. She turns me on, too.”

“What kind of slave were you in ancient Egypt?”

“An obedient slave who served his Mistress with absolute love and total devotion.”

“That’s exactly the kind of man I’m looking for,” she remarked.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Danielle Mariano.”

“How old are your children?”

“Elizabeth is twelve, and Steven is eleven.”

“Are they good kids?”

“Yes, they are,” she answered. “And I love them very much.”

“Why are you here?”

“Victoria asked me to come,” Danielle said. “I know her from the casino where I work. She likes to come in once or twice a week to play the slot machines. Victoria knows that I’m divorced and suggested that maybe a submissive man might be more beneficial to my particular situation.”

“And what situation is that?”

“I can’t be faithful to any man. That’s why my husband left me.”

“How did you manage to retain custody of your kids?”

“My ex-husband has two jobs and doesn’t have time to raise the children. Also, the only two things I asked him for were the house and child support. That made him happy and very agreeable.”

“So, you’re here to find a man who can accept your infidelities and help raise your two children?”

“Impossible, huh?”

“Not at all,” I said. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Do you think you may have lived in ancient Egypt at one time?”

“I know I did,” she replied. “In fact, I was an Egyptian princess, and I had many slaves who served me with complete obedience to my every command. When a slave disobeyed me, I had him hung up by his ankles, and I personally whipped him into submission.”

“Did you enjoy whipping your slaves?”

“Don’t be silly. Of course I enjoyed punishing them.”

“I was probably one of the slaves you whipped,” I said, smiling.

“I thought you served your Mistress with absolute love and total devotion?”

“I did, but sometimes I needed extra attention from her.”

“Do you like being whipped by a woman?”

“It’s one of my greatest passions.”

Danielle laughed at my answer. “What are you doing after the meeting is over?” she asked with an obvious sparkle in her eyes.

“Whatever you want,” I said.

“Do you know where the Peppermill lounge is located?”

“It’s on the Strip, across from the Stardust Hotel.”

“Why don’t we go there for a drink?”

“I should warn you that I don’t have a car.”

“That’s rather unusual in this day and age,” she said. “Why don’t you own a car? Are you too poor to buy one?”

“My wife died of cancer several years ago,” I replied. “After her death, I sold everything we’d owned and took a bus to a Zen monastery in northern California. I stayed there for three years. When I came back to Las Vegas two years ago, all I had in the way of possessions were some clothes, a couple of books on Far Eastern philosophy, and a rather old Japanese katana. So far, buying a car has been way down on my list of priorities.”

“What’s a Japanese katana?” she asked.

“It’s a sword,” I said. “The head priest at the monastery where I studied believed in strong physical condition, as well as mental. When the students weren’t meditating or cleaning the monastery, we were taking instruction in Japanese sword fighting and hand-to-hand combat. In this fashion, both the mind and body were developed to the fullest. When I left the monastery, the head priest gave me his own personal sword as a going away present. It had been passed down through his family for over two hundred years.”

“You must’ve really impressed him.”

“I think I was probably the worse student he ever had.”

Danielle laughed, then asked, “Why did you leave?”

“The call of the whip.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” I said. “When I meditated, all I could think about was kneeling in servitude at the feet of a beautiful, dominant woman and feeling the sting of a cat-of-nine tails cutting across my back. The need for it finally grew too strong, and I was forced to leave.”

“So, here you are.”

“Yes.”

“A widower who’s studied Zen and learned to fight with a sword; yet, who only desires be a slave to a strong, beautiful, dominant female.”

“That’s me in a nutshell.”

“Well, at least you’re not boring.”

“So, are we on for drinks?”

“I think the real question is whether or not you’ll be able to handle a woman like me?” she said with utter sincerity. “I’m extremely hard on men. I expect a lot from them without offering a great deal in return. I already have a number of boyfriends that I see on a regular basis. Would you be able to deal with something like that?”

“I think so.”

“Then I’ll drive.”

As they say, the rest is history.

I moved in with Danielle a month later, and we were married a two months after that. On our wedding night, she took control of our marriage by having one of her regular boyfriends come over and make love to her while I was in the closet, hogtied and gagged, and helpless to prevent him from using my wife in whatever way he wanted. That evening set the structure for how our marriage would be.

Though I was Danielle’s husband, I was also her slave and would be treated as such whenever she desired.

The paychecks and tokes from my job as a blackjack dealer were deposited directly into her bank account every two weeks; and, being that I was also a writer of erotic novels, the royalties from the sell of my books were turned over to her as well. Of course, my name wasn’t on the account. We’d decided early on that she would have absolute control over the financial aspects of our marriage.

This left me totally at her mercy.

As a slave, it was my job to clean house, wash clothes, and do the grocery shopping on a weekly basis. I was also the perfect babysitter for the kids when Danielle went out on her dates with other men, or the occasional weekend trips out of town. The money made from her liaisons, however, was invested in the two Internet businesses she had going on the side, plus a separate 401K plan.

My reward for all of this was the pleasure I got in listening to all the juicy details of her affairs when she returned home. Since my wife knew I wasn’t jealous of the other men and that I actually found her infidelities to be sexually exciting, she took great pleasure in describing to me in minute detail the facts of what actually transpired, knowing that it would result in a night of unbelievable sex for us.


I watched Danielle step into the closet for a minute and then come out with one of her tailor-designed, yet sexy, two-piece business outfits. This one was a dark charcoal-gray skirt with a matching jacket. She held a light gray, long-sleeved silk blouse in her other hand. My wife wanted to look the part of a professional businesswoman going on a weekend trip. Because she had the two Internet websites going on the side, it was the perfect cover to use for the kids. We simply told them that she had to fly out of town for a couple of days to conduct some business in relation to the websites.

Elizabeth and Steven didn’t seem to mind.

As I got along great with the kids, we’d usually end up spending Saturday at either Mt. Charleston or Lake Mead for a day of fun, or we’d go to the movies and then get some pizza afterwards.

“Well?” I asked.

“Are you sure you want to hear this?” my wife said as she laid the skirt and jacket on the bed. She then slipped on the blouse and buttoned up the front of it. “You might not like the idea of what I’m going to have to do this weekend.”

“How bad can it be?”

Danielle picked up the skirt from off the bed. Then, stepping into it, she pulled the skirt up around her waist, tucked in the bottom half of the blouse, and then zipped up the back of it. “I being offered five thousand dollars to entertain three men for the weekend,” she said, turning around to face the mirror on the dresser bureau. “It’s the most money I’ve ever been offered for sex.”

“Three guys?”

“Yes, darling.”

“You’re going to be having sex with three men for the entire weekend?” I asked in disbelief.

“Uh-huh.”

“Three men,” I repeated.

“Yes, three men. And they’re going to pay me five thousand dollars. That’s almost a month’s salary for just a couple of nights of sex. I can’t turn something like that down, William.’

“I don’t know.”

“What’s there to know?”

“I don’t feel good about you spending the weekend with three guys,” I said.

My wife lifted up her skirt and slip, and I saw the black-laced panties and garter belt that she was wearing underneath. She bent over and readjusted the garters tabs so that her stockings were pulled taut against the flesh of her legs.

“You’re going to have to deal with it,” she stated, lowering the skirt and slip back down. “Just imagine all of the fun you and I are going to have when I get back on Sunday afternoon. If you get excited at the thought of one man making love to me, think about what it’s going to be like with three men.”

Danielle moved into my arms and kissed me. I pulled her tightly against my body and kissed her back, feeling her tongue push its way into my mouth. She ground her pelvis against my groin, and I immediately got an erection. Reaching down with her right hand, she placed it on the front of my pants where my engorged penis was standing at attention. She rubbed her hand up and down it a few times, delighting in her control over my libido.

“I expect you to have a nice hard-on waiting for me when I get back home,” she said. Turning around, my wife went over to the bed and picked up her jacket. She put it on and then smiled at me. “I’ll call early tomorrow night and let you know how things are going.”

“Will you be safe with them?” I asked.

“Yes, I know these guys. They’ve been after me for more than a year to have a foursome with them. It should be fun.”

“Jesus.”

“Carry my overnight case and bag downstairs for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.

As Danielle walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs, I glanced down at the front of my pants to make sure my penis was back to its normal size. Satisfied that I was okay, I followed behind her. She stopped in the living room to kiss the kids goodbye, telling them that she’d call tomorrow night. Nodding their heads, they directed their attention back to the movie as Danielle and I walked out to her silver Miata. I put the luggage in the back seat and then watched my wife climb in behind the steering wheel. She gave me an excellent view of her legs and stocking tops before closing the door. Rolling down the window on the driver’s side of the car, she beckoned for me to come closer.

“Give me another kiss,” she demanded.

I did.

“I don’t want you to be upset,” Danielle continued. “What I want you to do is to fantasize about me having to satisfy three men for two whole days, and when you’re done with that, think about the fun you and I are going to have when I get back.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’ll see you on Sunday.”

I watched as she started the car and backed it down the driveway. When my wife had the car out on the street, I waved to her and then went back inside the house to see if the kids wanted to go to the movies tonight and see Spiderman. I got a unanimous vote from them. We checked the times for the movie and then headed out.

The movie turned out to be pretty good.

Lizy and Steve liked Spiderman so much that they wanted to stay and watch it a second time. We therefore snuck hesitantly into one of the other theaters that it was playing at in the multi-complex. Naturally, we filled up on popcorn, candy, sodas, and had a great time.

On the way back home, I asked the kids what they wanted to do on Saturday and the general consensus was that we spend the latter part of the morning and early part of the afternoon at Wet N Wild, swimming in the pools and soaking up the rays. They figured that we needed to get there around eleven o’clock in the morning and stay no later than three.

The plan sounded okay with me.

After that, we’d head to a Pizza Hut for some serious carbohydrates.

When we finally got back to the house, the kids finished watching Raiders of the Lost Ark

I worked for two-and-a-half hours on the novel. By the time I finished, it was a little after three in the morning.

It had been an exceptionally long day.

I got up from my computer, walked out of the study, and headed down the hallway to the master bedroom. The house was quiet, and I saw that the doors to each of the kid’s bedrooms were closed.

Entering the master bedroom, I closed the door behind me and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When that was done, and I was finally under the cool sheets of our king-size bed, I started to think about Danielle. I could smell her perfume on the pillowcases and wondered how she was doing. It was impossible for me not to imagine her with the three men. They might not have faces for me to visualize, but I could easily picture them taking turns with my wife, each one moving between her legs to fuck her while the others watched. I knew Danielle well enough by now to realize that she’d literally be getting off on having sex with three different guys at the same time. If they were any good in the sack, my wife would be having numerous orgasms before the night was over, and I suspected that the guys would be hard pressed to keep up with her. Though I didn’t want to, I found myself becoming aroused by the thought of her fucking each man, not just once, but two or more times. The images soaring through my mind made sleep difficult to achieve, and the urge to masturbate was never stronger. Though masturbation without Danielle’s explicit permission was strictly forbidden, I gave it some serious thought for nearly an hour. Sleep, however, rescued me, and I eventually drifted off into a state of consciousness that always brought a sense of peace to me. I woke up on Saturday morning to an insistent banging on the bedroom door and the sound of Steve’s voice shouting that it was ten o’clock and almost time to go. I yelled back for him to let me sleep for another hour, but then Lizy got in on the act, her voice louder and more persistent than her brother’s, so I slowly climbed out of the bed and started to get ready for a day by the pool.

We ended up having a swell time at Wet N Wild.

The kids and I swam and ate and soaked up the ultraviolet rays like a normal everyday family whose mom wasn’t at one of the local hotels, fucking three guys for five thousand dollars. When the sun finally grew too hot for us, we called it a day and headed straight to a Pizza Hut. We really pigged out on two large pizza Supremes, chicken wings, bread sticks, and Pepsi. Whenever Danielle left for the weekend, I always tried to make the occasions extra pleasant for Lizy and Steve by doing things they might enjoy. I didn’t want them to suspect what was going on with their mom, plus I wanted to try and balance out the situation. These were good children, and they deserved to experience as much happiness as possible.

Getting home a little after five, the three of us immediately checked the answering machine for messages, but there were none. I figured the Mistress of the house probably wouldn’t call until sometime after seven or eight.

The call from her came in at 7:45.

The kids were watching the new remake of the Planet of the Apes movie on video, which I thought kind of sucked. My opinion was that the first version with Charlton Heston was the better of the two. Because of that, I was upstairs in the study, working on my novel about dominant wives and submissive husbands when the telephone finally rang.

Lizy answered the phone on the second ring and talked with her mom. Steve yelled for me to come downstairs and then had his turn with her. When they were finished, I got on the phone and asked Danielle how things were going with her business meeting.

“Things are great,” she said. “We’re getting ready to have dinner in one of the gourmet restaurants. I’m ordering Maine lobster.”

Lobster was like an aphrodisiac to my wife.

“What else is happening?” I asked.

“They fulfilled one of my fantasies last night.”

“Which one?”

“I had them tie me down to the bed,” she explained. “They ripped off my clothes and then took turns fucking me and forcing me to perform oral sex. It was wonderful. I must’ve had at least a dozen orgasms. I wish you’d been here to watch. You would have gotten off on what they did.”

“Damn, that was an expensive outfit you had on.”

“It’s okay. They gave me an extra five hundred to buy another one.”

“These guys must have a ton of money,” I said.

“Yes, they do,” she agreed. “All three of them are prominent lawyers from New York City, and they’re coming back to town in about six weeks. They want me to spend another weekend with them.”

“Are you?”

“What do you think?”

“Yes.”

“The money’s too good to pass up, William.”

“I know.”

“You don’t think badly of me, do you?”

“No,” I replied. “I love you, Danielle. There’s nothing you could ever do that would change that.”

“I’ll make it up to you when I get home.”

“When do you think that will be?”

“Maybe late tonight, or sometime early in the morning,” she said. “They’re catching an early-bird flight out of town tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to wait up for you?”

“What do you think?” my wife replied, chuckling at the implications of what she had in store for me.

“Yes,” I said.

“You’re such an smart husband.”

“Thanks.”

“Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you being there to take care of the kids while I’m away.”

“We’ll think of something in the morning.”

“I’m going to put that tongue of yours to work.”

“I certainly hope so.”

“The kids said that you took them to the movies on Friday night and then to Wet N Wild on Saturday.”

“You know how I like to spoil them when you take off for the weekend,” I said. “I don’t want them wondering why you’re gone so often.”

“Well, it sounds like all of you had a good time.”

“It would be more fun if you were here to share it with us,” I said.

“I know, darling. Maybe we can do something together next weekend, if nothing comes up.”

“I won’t hold my breath.”

“Are you trying to earn yourself a whipping?”

“Maybe,” I replied.

“If you are, William, I promise it will be a hard one.”

“That’s the best kind.”

“I’ll see you sometime in the morning, and you’d better not jerk off before I get home.”

Danielle hung up before I could reply to her warning.

I was slightly on edge the rest of the evening as I worked on my novel. When eleven o’clock rolled around, I decided to go to bed.

I didn’t, however, sleep.

Instead, I lay there in bed with the lights out, waiting for the return of my wife. The minutes drifted slowly by. It was 3:45 in the morning when I finally heard her car pull into the driveway. I got out of bed, put on a bathrobe, and went downstairs to meet her. She was opening the front door as I walked down the stairs to the foyer. Turning on the hallway light, I saw a big smile on her face as she stepped into my arms. We hugged each other and kissed like newlyweds. I then took the overnight case and clothes bag from her as she turned around and locked the front door.

“What’s with the shit-eating grin?” I asked.

“They gave me a thousand-dollar tip,” she said excitedly.

“A thousand-dollar tip!”

“Yes,” Danielle said. “I made sixty-five hundred dollars for two-night’s work.”

“And they’re coming back in six weeks?”

“Yep.”

“Let’s go upstairs,” I suggested.

Danielle moved in front of me and started walking up the staircase. She was wearing a black silk cocktail dress that flared out from the hips and stopped about two inches above her knees. It was a sexy dress and had cost her over six hundred dollars. My wife was also wearing black pantyhose with seams up the back and black stiletto-heeled shoes. I watched the movement of her hips as she went up the stairs and felt myself becoming aroused.

I wanted to take her as the three men had done.

Once we were inside our bedroom with the door closed, I set the case and bag down on the floor, and then took off my bathrobe. Danielle giggled when she saw my erection standing at attention.

“I’m glad you’re happy to see me,” she said, moving over to the end of the bed and pointing down to the floor. “Now, get down on your hands and knees like a good slave.”

I quickly obeyed my wife.

She sat down on the edge of bed and crossed her lovely legs. “Crawl over here to me and kiss my feet,” my wife ordered. “When we talked last night on the phone, I detected a bit of rebellion in your voice. Am I right or wrong?”

I crawled to Danielle and passionately kissed both of her feet.

“I’m waiting to hear your answer,” she said.

“Yes, you’re right,” I admitted.

“Then you’re going to be whipped, darling.”

“I hope so.”

“Such bravo from the condemned man.”

“It’s been a long time since you last punished me.”

“I know,” Danielle said. “I’ll have to take the kids over to my parent’s house for a couple of hours later this afternoon so that we can have some privacy. Then, I can whip your ass as hard as I want.”

“Will your parents do that?” I asked.

“They won’t mind.”

“Yeah, but they take care of the kids during the week when we’re at work.”

“So?”

“Maybe your parents would like to have some privacy,” I said.

“I’ll call them first,” she said. “Are you satisfied?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t think that you’re going to get out of being whipped today, little boy. Your ass belongs to me.”

“I’m getting more excited.”

“You won’t be excited when I start laying into you with the riding crop. You’ll be begging me for mercy after the first ten minutes.”

“Probably.”

“But I won’t show you any.”

“I’ll gladly suffer for you, Mistress Danielle.”

“That’s right, William,” she said. “You will suffer for me. Make no mistake about it, you’ll endure as much pain as I wish to inflict upon you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you want to make love to me?” my wife asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“I just got paid almost seven thousand dollars for sex,” she continued. “What are you willing to pay?”

“I’ll do anything you want.”

“And do you know what I want, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Then it’s time to put that tongue of yours to work,” she stated. “You know how horny I get when men give me large sums of money.”

Danielle uncrossed her legs and opened them for me. As I moved between them and began to kiss the inside of her thighs, she pulled her dress back. I could see that the crotch of her pantyhose had been torn out and that there were semen stains on the black nylon around her vulva and on her pelvis.

“I haven’t showered, yet,” she warned, letting me know what I could expect once I started eating her. “You understand that I don’t want you to feel left out of the affairs I have with other men. It’s important that you share the experience with me.”

I didn’t say anything as she reached for my head and pulled me into the sweet, wet junction of her body.

“Service your beautiful Queen,” Danielle commanded.

I did as she ordered.

As I ate my wife’s pussy, she began to narrate the story of what transpired on Friday night after she told the men about her secret fantasy.

“You should have seen the expression of their faces when I told them that I wanted to be tied down and taken by each one of them,” she said. “They almost came in their pants right then and there. I took out several old nylons from the overnight case and dropped them on the floor, telling the men that they could use them to tie me down on the bed.”

My wife stared down at me as I slowly fucked her with my tongue. A low moan of delight escaped from her lips. She leaned back on the bed, supporting herself with one arm, and the fingers of her right hand gripped a handful of my hair, forcing me to probe deeper inside of her.

“I laid down on one of the beds in the suite,” she continued in a husky tone of voice. “That was all it took to get them into action. They picked up the nylons from the floor and began to tie me spread-eagled to the bed. When I was completely bound and helpless to stop what was going to happen, one of the men climbed on the bed and moved between my legs. He pushed my skirt and slip up to my waist, ripped my panties off, tore the front of my blouse open. He then fucked me hard and fast. I came as soon as he entered me. It only took a few minutes, however, for him to reach an orgasm. That was disappointing to me. I had hoped he’d last longer.”

The thought of that caused me to sigh loudly with pleasure.

“The second man straddled my face and forced me to suck him off while the other two watched. He had a big cock, and I was barely able to take the head of it into my mouth. I had to suck him for ten minutes. When he finally ejaculated into my mouth, there was so much cum that I couldn’t swallow it all. In fact, a lot of it ran down the sides of my face.”

Speaking of semen, I could taste the remains of the three men inside of her. There was a lot of cum still there, and I knew my wife wanted me to try and lick as much of it up as was humanly possible. .

“The third guy made me suck his cock until it was rock hard,” she said, arching her pelvis upward to give me more access to her cunt. “He then repositioned himself between my legs and fucked me for over thirty minutes, bringing me to four mind-exploding orgasm. He was the best of the three, and I think he wanted to impress me with his prowess as a lover. Thank God at least one of them cared. After he came inside of me, the three of them got dressed and left me tied to the bed with cum on my face and running out from between my legs. I was left alone in the room while they went down to the main casino floor and gambled for two hours. When they came back up, all of them took turns with me a second time. Later, they untied my feet, turned me over, and then fucked me from behind. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I couldn’t get enough of their cocks. I actually begged them to keep fucking me.”

Danielle squeezed her thighs hard against the sides of my face as an orgasm racked her body. She cried out and held my face tightly to her wet cunt. I could feel her pelvic bone grinding hungrily against my mouth, not wanting me to stop. My wife’s an insatiable woman.

“Last night, when they took me to dinner, I was made to get down under the table and to suck off each of them, one at a time. The waiter knew what was going on, but he didn’t say anything because these guys are really big tippers. When I finished giving each of them a blowjob, they allowed me to get back up and to sit at the table like a respectable lady. Of course, the Maine lobster I had turned me on again, and I told them in no uncertain terms that I needed to be fucked. Two of them took me into the men’s restroom. We went into one of the stalls, and they each took turns fucking me while other men were coming in and out of the restroom. I’m sure that everyone could hear what we were doing inside of the stall.”

The heat was too much!

I stopped eating my wife and rose slowly to my feet. She stared up at me with an expression of pure lust on her face.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Have I given you permission to fuck me?”

“No, you haven’t.”

I then pushed her back onto the bed and moved quickly between her stocking-covered legs. My cock was hard and jutting outward. Danielle looked at it, and I watched as she licked her lips in avid anticipation. Lifting her legs up over my shoulders, I swiftly entered her, driving my erection all the way into her cunt, burying it inside the wet vortex of her body, until the hilt of it was pressing firmly against her pelvic bone.

“When we returned to the suite,” she groaned, “they threw me back down onto the bed and took turns fucking me again. While I was sucking one of them off, another one was fucking me from behind like a dog in heat.”

I drove my cock repeatedly into Danielle, causing her to gasp for air. I could sense her body responding to mine and knew that she was about to have another orgasm. Glancing down to where we were joined together, I watched our bodies as I continued to thrust into her, knowing that three men had cum inside of her body only hours before.

“I want you to do what they did,” she whispered into my ear.

“And what’s that?”

“To cum inside of me.”

I looked into her eyes and saw that they were filled with a smoldering heat.

“Do it!” she ordered.

I didn’t try to hold the orgasm back. Instead, I allowed it to erupt from my loins in a burst of exploding passion, filling her womb, and mixing with the semen of the other men. Danielle yelled out in the throes of her own release, holding tightly onto me as I emptied myself into her. For a brief moment, I was afraid that the kids might actually wake up to the sounds of our uninhibited lovemaking.

After it was over and we were lying in each other’s arms, my wife kissed me gently on the lips.

“Do you still love me?” she asked in a soft voice.

“I love you more than life itself,” I said.

“You don’t think less of me for the things I do with other men?”

“No, I don’t,” I said. “I love you, Danielle, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“There are few men who’d be able to accept my infidelities.”

“It keeps us from becoming bored.”

“No regrets?”

“Not a one,” I answered. “Just promise that you’ll never leave me for another man. That’s all I ask.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” she replied. “With you as my husband, I can have my cake and eat it to. Not many wives can say that about their marriages. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, William, and the kids love you, too.”

“I’m glad.”

I then helped her to undress, delighting at the small pleasure it brought me in removing her shoes and pantyhose. Once we were finally under the covers of the bed, Danielle had me go down on her one more time so that I could taste my own semen mixed in with that of the others. This was a turn-on for my wife. It represented the control that she had over me. After I got her off with my tongue, we had sex again, taking our time, enjoying the delicious sensations that our bodies were experiencing. When it was finally over, I kissed her bare shoulder and then we gradually fell asleep in each other’s arms. Danielle and the kids were sitting at the kitchen table, eating supper when I finally got home from work on Wednesday evening. I apologized for being late, went upstairs to the bathroom and washed up, then came back down and joined them at the table. As I filled my plate with spaghetti and meatballs, Elizabeth informed me that she was helping her younger brother, Steven, on an assignment for his science class. He was supposed to find out if there were any underground rivers flowing beneath the city of Las Vegas. She was going to assist him in searching the Internet for information. I decided to help them get started by passing along what knowledge I had about the area.

“There’s at least one river flowing under the city,” I said. “There used to be an entrance to it over by Rancho Drive and the Interstate. It was fenced off for a long time because people kept falling into the hole and drowning.”

“How deep was the hole?” Steve asked.

“The hole was about ten feet wide. It opened up into a large cavern that was at least a hundred-or-more feet in diameter and over seventy-five feet deep. The river ran through the cavern.”

“Did anybody ever explore it?” Elizabeth wanted to know.

“The Navy once sent a pair of scuba divers into the river to see how far they could go,” I answered.

“What happened?” Steve asked.

“Both divers disappeared.”

“They were killed?” There was excitement in Steve’s eyes. He loved solving mysteries. “Did the river swallow them up?”

“Well, no one knows for sure. The divers were never seen again. It’s believed that the river’s current was too fast for them. Geologists think that the river runs all the way to San Diego and empties into the Pacific Ocean. In fact, it’s a pretty good guess that our river is part of an underground system that the Navy uses to hide its submarines in and around the San Diego area.”

“Wow!” Steve said. “Huge caverns with submarines docked inside of them.”

“You got it,” I said. “But that’s not all. The local Indians around here believe that spirits of the dead haunt the river. You can check the Internet for more information, or maybe the library will have some books about the history of Vegas.”

“Lets get started,” Elizabeth said.

My wife stared at her two children. “Have both of you finished eating?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” they answered at the same time.

“Put your plates up on the counter,” Danielle told them. “You can use the computer for an hour.”

The kids took off, leaving Danielle and I to finish supper and to clean up. My wife moved down to where I was sitting and we traded meatballs, eating from each other’s plate. It was something we had fun doing. I was always picking at her food, and she was constantly picking at mine. It usually worked best when we ate in a restaurant and had different entrees. After we finished eating, I started clearing the table of leftover food and taking the plates up to the counter.

“I need to talk to you,” she said.

“What is it?” I asked as I cleaned off the kitchen table. “Is there anything wrong?”

“No.”

“Would you like me to sit back down?”

“Yes, please,” she answered. I sat down next to my wife, and she put her hand over mine. “There’s a man who’s been coming into the hotel for almost a year. His name’s Stuart Hamilton, and he’s a real estate developer here in town.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Anyway,” she continued, “he’s been trying to get me to go out with him for the last four months or so. Since men are always hitting on me at work, I never gave it a lot of thought. Besides, Stuart knows that I’m married.”

“Did something happen today?”

“Yes.”

“It’s okay,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Stuart made me an offer that’s been on my mind for the last several hours. I want to run it by you and see what you think.”

“Go ahead.”

“First of all,” she said, “he has no desire to create any problems within our marriage. It’s not his intention to try and take me away from you, or to break us up.”

“Okay.”

“He wants to see me once a week after work. Friday works best for him.”

“And?”

“And he’ll take me out to dinner and then we’ll go back to his place for sex. It would only be for a few hours on a Friday night, and Stuart said that he’d give me five hundred dollars for each date.”

I didn’t know what to say.

Danielle was a beautiful, sexy and intelligent woman who knew exactly what she wanted out of life. As a cocktail waitress in one of the top resorts in Las Vegas, men were always coming on to her, drawn by the power of her persona as well as by the sensuality she projected. My wife had been offered large sums of money to have sex with other men and there were even a number of times when she’d given in to the temptation.

I never judged her for that.

She’d been up front with me about her passion for the male species and the need for money before we got married. It was simply a part of her nature. I, on the other hand, loved her too much to risk losing her over the affairs she had with other men. It was something I’d learned to flow with, fighting back the jealousy that sometimes threatened to engulf me. Because I accepted her totally and never berated her for the way she was, Danielle offered me a stronger form of love than most people ever experienced.

“Do you want to do it?” I asked gently.

“It would mean an extra two thousand a month,” she replied.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

My wife hesitated for a moment and then said, “Yes, I want to do it.”

“This isn’t like the other propositions you’ve had,” I stated. “Stuart evidently wants to see you on a weekly basis. What happens if he falls in love with you, or even worse, if you fall in love with him?”

“That’s not going to happen, darling.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m in love with you, William,” my wife answered. “Other than my children, you’re the most important person in my life. No other man has ever loved me as unconditionally as you do. That means more to me than any amount of money ever will.”

“What about Stuart?”

“He just wants to fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” I said.

“Stuart doesn’t want a committed relationship. He’s already been through three marriages. All the man wants is to have sex with me once a week, and he’s willing to pay handsomely for the privilege.”

“Does that mean he may want to see you more than once a week?” I asked, trying to predict the ramifications of what Danielle was getting herself into. I already knew she was going to have sex with Stuart Hamilton. Once my wife made up her mind about something, it was a done deal. The only option left to me was to accept the fact and not make an issue of it. “What are you going to do when the other high rollers you occasionally see come into town?”

“I told Stuart that there might be times when I wouldn’t be able to see him,” she said. “And yes, he may want to see me more than once a week. He mentioned the possibility of taking me to Los Angeles, or to San Francisco for the weekend.”

Danielle moved closer to me and put her hand in my lap. Leaning forward, she kissed me lightly on the mouth as her hand began to slowly stroke my penis until it was fully erect. If the kids hadn’t been in the next room, I would’ve taken her right there on the kitchen table. She must have known exactly what I was thinking because her tongue pushed its way into my mouth and her hand grew more insistent. My wife was the only woman I’d ever known who was sexually compatible with me. She loved having sex, and nothing was too wild or taboo for her.

I pulled back from her and stared into her dark eyes. “Keep that up and I’m going to cum in my pants,” I said in a husky tone of voice.

“I want you to cum inside of me,” she stated.

“The bedroom?”

“No, let’s do it in the laundry room,” she said. “It’s closer.”

“What about the kids?”

“Don’t worry about them.”

We got up from the table and went outside to the back patio, closing the sliding glass door behind us. The laundry room was only a few feet away. We entered it, left the inside light off, and closed the door. Danielle and I were like teenagers in heat. I wasted no time in pulling off her T-shirt and bra. I then got down on one knee and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them and her panties down around her ankles. She stepped out of the clothes, then drew my face into the brown curly hairs of her pubis. My wife leaned back against the washing machine as I slid my tongue between her legs and tasted the wetness of her heat. She moaned softly, enjoying the pleasure that I was giving her. I probed the inner recesses of her body, licking and sucking like a man dying of thirst. It only took a couple of minutes for my wife to reach her first orgasm. I could feel the shivers in her body as the waves of sensation flooded through her. She ground her pelvis against my face, moaning loudly. When the orgasm finally subsided, I stood back up and turned her around. I bent her over the washing machine and unzipped my pants.

If only the Maytag people could see us now! I thought.

Unbuckling my pants, I pushed them and my jockey briefs down around my ankles. I then pressed up against the back of Danielle’s buttocks, placing the head of my erection to the opening of her vagina. I entered my wife slowly, pushing my hard cock all the way into her. She cried out and pressed back against me. Gripping her hips with both hands, I began to fuck her slow and easy. I didn’t want to ejaculate too soon. The urge was there and I had to fight it. My wife met each thrust, grinding frantically against me, wanting me to go faster.

“Do it to me,” she begged.

I knew exactly what she was asking for. Danielle liked it hard and fast and rough. She wanted a man to literally take her…to drive into her with the power of his cock, making her submit to his carnal desires. Taking a firmer hold on her hips, I started fucking her harder.

“That’s it!” my wife groaned out the side of her mouth. “Don’t stop doing it, baby!”

I lifted her up over the top of the washing machine and buried my cock as deeply as possible inside her womb, pumping hard, driving into her like an insane man as I ejaculated my seed into the very core of her soul.

“Yes…yes!”

I could feel her body shaking from the intensity of a second orgasm as I continued for several seconds to shoot my semen into her. My own orgasm was a powerful one and it drained me completely, making me weak in the knees.

When our spasms of sexual delight were over and I could feel my penis shrinking in size while it was still inside my wife, I tenderly kissed the side of her cheek, then her ear and neck. I ran my lips and tongue down to her left shoulder and then over to the right. Sliding my cock out of the wetness of her body, I moved to the center of her back and meandered my way down to her firm buttocks, kissing each one with a passion that surprised both of us. Danielle turned around with a sigh of growing desire and pulled my face into the junction between her legs, silently commanding me to worship the source of her power as only an obedient husband is able to do. I ate her cunt with a ravaging hunger and swiftly brought her to a third orgasm, leaving her as drained as I was, sensing that she was about to collapse into my arms due to a lack of strength in her legs.

I stood back up and held her in my arms. “I love you so much,” I whispered into her ear. “My soul was dead until you came into my life, and now you’re the reason that I live. I never want to lose you.”

“Hey, mom!” Steven’s voice suddenly called out, startling us.

“I wonder where they went,” Lizy said.

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s go back inside.”

We heard the sound of the sliding glass door being closed and then Danielle started laughing at how close we’d come to being caught by the kids.

“Thank God it wasn’t a minute earlier,” I said.

“Amen to that,” my wife stated. “We’ll have to tell them that we took a short walk around the block.”

“Sounds like the perfect alibi.”

We quickly dressed and then went back inside the house. The kids immediately came out of the living room and wanted to know where we’d gone. Our answer seemed to satisfy them. If they’d been adults, both of them would’ve known instantly what we’d been up to. Needless to say, we breathed a deep sigh of relief at their ignorance.

As Danielle and I finished cleaning up the kitchen, she turned to me and said, “Tomorrow when you get home from work, I want to go over to the mall and do some shopping. We can have dinner at McDonalds while we’re there.”

“Okay.”

“Stuart wants to go out this Friday, and I think it would be nice if you were to buy me some new lingerie to wear for him.”

“He should be paying for any new lingerie,” I stated.

“But I want you to do it,” she said. “A submissive husband should be more than willing to make sure his wife looks beautiful and sexy when she goes out. Besides, think of it as a gift, or as a token of your love for me. I know Stuart will certainly appreciate your endeavor when we get together on Friday.”

“You’re so wicked, Danielle.”

“That’s why you love me so much.”

“What about the kids?”

“There’s a B. Dalton right across from Victoria’s Secret,” my wife said. “Steven and Lizy can check out the bookstore while we do our shopping.”

“You have this all figured out, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

Later that night, when I was taking a quick shower, Danielle stepped into the stall with me and we made love a second time. I think both of us were somewhat excited by this new addition to our lives. My wife was like a wild woman as she straddled my hips and lowered herself upon the protruding erection that jutted out before me. I pressed her back against the tile wall and then drove my cock repeatedly into the folds of tender flesh between her legs. It only took a couple of minutes for me to reach my orgasm and to empty myself into her. I knew Danielle could feel the force of my ejaculation as it erupted inside her body because it quickly triggered her own orgasm and she began to cry out in what seemed like an absolute state of ecstasy.

I was totally exhausted by the time we finally went to bed. Spooning against my wife’s backside, I lovingly wrapped my arms around her body and held her close to me, almost as if I was afraid she’d run away.

“Are you going to be okay with this?” she asked.

I shrugged my shoulder. “I don’t know,” I said hesitantly. “You’re already seeing Timothy on Tuesday nights for sex. Now, Stuart will be taking up Friday. That’s two nights every week that you’ll be tied up with other men, plus the occasional weekends when some of your high-rollers come into town.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t want it to reach a point where all of your evenings are reserved for other guys.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, William. I’ll always make sure that there’s plenty of time for you and the children.”

“I hope so.”

“If I don’t give you the attention that you need, I expect you to let me know right away. Don’t be a martyr. I won’t allow this affair with Stuart, or the one with Timothy, to come between us. Our marriage is important to me. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“No one would ever believe that two people could have a marriage like ours and be happy.”

“Everyone has to find the right kind of relationship that works best,” she said. “Ours is certainly different from most marriages, but I think we’re happier than the average couple.”

“So do I.”

Danielle laughed. “While Steven and Lizy look for Harry Potter books, “ she said, “you’ll be picking out some sexy panties with matching bras for me to wear for my new lover.”

I pinched her right nipple in retaliation and then suddenly felt her left hand slip down between us in an effort to take hold of my testicles so that she could give them a hard squeeze. I yelped like a surprised child and barely escaped her world famous “nut-cracking” grip.

“You’re lucky I didn’t get them,” she teased. My wife then turned over so that she could look at me. There was a big smile on her face. “Still, you have to go to sleep sooner or later, and when you do—“

I pulled Danielle to me and kissed her. She passionately kissed me back as her hand slipped down to my testicles and gave them a gentle squeeze. I could feel myself becoming aroused again.

“You’re just a horny little devil tonight,” she said.

“I know.”

“Well, you’ve already had your quota of sex for one evening. Maybe I’ll model some of the lingerie for you tomorrow night when we get back from the mall. Would you enjoy that?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good,” she said as her fingers wrapped around my hard cock and twisted it sharply, causing me to yell out in pain. “Now you can go to sleep, darling.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I moaned.

Sleep came quickly, and Wednesday slowly drifter into Thursday.

I was home by 5:15 P.M. on Thursday. Danielle and the kids were in the house waiting for me as I pulled into the driveway. I went inside, used the bathroom, got a drink of water, and then we locked up and headed to the Meadows Mall.

When we got to the mall, I gave Steve and Lizy each thirty dollars to buy books with. Danielle and I watched them enter B. Dalton, then we turned around and went into Victoria’s Secret.

I always felt a little bit self-conscious whenever I accompanied my wife on a shopping expedition for undergarments. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy helping her to pick out sexy lingerie; in fact, I probably liked it too much. I worried that the other ladies in the store would see through my nonchalance, realizing just how much this simple act of intimacy with my wife turned me on. Danielle understood the erotic undertones of what she was having me do and got a sexual charge from it. This time, however, was more potent. The sexual energy between us was almost electric in nature. We were here to buy lingerie so that she could excite another man and have sex with him. It was my job to help her pick out several items that would have him literally salivating from desire, not to mention on his hands and knees, begging her for the pleasure of consummating the act of intercourse.

Danielle led me around the store in silence for a number of minutes as we looked at the different selections of panties, brassieres, garter belts, and corsets. It took a while, but we eventually found a style (Second Skin Satin) that was perfect for her. We purchased five pairs of their high cut briefs in light blue, black, green, dark blue, and tan, along with five seamless contour bras in matching colors. We then picked out three corsets with hanging garters in dark blue, black and light blue, plus two garter belts in green and tan. My wife wanted to get some new nylons, so we stepped over to where the hosiery was located and ended up buying a dozen pair of black and skin-tone stockings with seams up the back and several pairs of black pantyhose with a French lace panty design and seams up the back. Both Danielle and I believed that seams up the back of stockings had more of a psychological affect on the male psyche than regular nylons did. I knew that for me, there was something extremely erotic about seeing a seam running up the back of a woman’s stocking and disappearing under the dress or skirt. It got me aroused more quickly than anything else I could think of.

I thanked God that Victoria’s Secret was having a sale on their bras and panties. As it was, the bill came to almost two hundred dollars. Once I’d paid for everything, we walked across to B. Dalton and found Lizy and Steve arguing over a box set of the first four Harry Potter novels in hardback editions. Steve wanted to buy the paperback editions because they were half the price of the hardbacks, and Lizy wanted the hardbacks because they would last longer, especially with repeated reading. “How much is the box set of hardbacks?” I asked.

“It’s almost ninety dollars,” Steve answered.

“If it wasn’t for the cost, would you prefer to have the novels in hardback?”

He nodded an affirmative.

I was an avid reader myself and thought there was no greater thing a parent could do for their children than to turn them on to books. Also, if a novel was going to be read a number of times, then a hardback edition was preferable. I pulled out my wallet, took out two twenties, and handed them to Steve. “Get the hardbacks,” I said. “I might want to read them myself.” I thought for a moment that the children were going to jump out of their shoes with excitement as they rushed up to the counter to pay for the books.

“You’re a very nice person,” Danielle said to me. “And you’re going to spoil them rotten.”

“I hope so.”

We left the bookstore and walked down to McDonalds. A dinner of burgers, fries and milk shakes hit the spot for all of us. I asked Steve and Lizy how the report on the underground rivers was coming along, and they said that they’d been able to find some information on the river I’d told them about.

“Listen,” I said. “Your mom has a business meeting tomorrow night. Would both of you like to go to a movie, or would you rather stay home and watch a couple of videos?”

“Let’s go see the new Star Wars movie!” they both said in unison.

“That sounds pretty cool,” I stated. “I saw the trailer to it on television the other night, and it looks pretty good. Too bad Darth Maul got killed off in the last one. He was a great villain.”

“I wish Angelina Jolie had another Tomb Raider movie coming out,” Lizy said wishfully.

“Me, too,” I agreed. “She’s one hot babe.”

Danielle reached under the table and pinched the living daylights out of my left leg, causing me to jump and yell loud enough for other people to turn their heads in our direction.

“I’d better be the only woman on your mind,” my wife warned.

“You are,” I said.

The kids started laughing.

“Actually,” I continued. “You look a little bit like Angelina Jolie.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Well, you would if you were wearing hot pants and a pair of forty-five semi-automatics,” I stated.

“You do want me to model for you tonight, don’t you?” Danielle asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you’d better behave yourself.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, making a face at the kids. “Anything you say, ma’am.”

“Keep it up, and I’m going to take out the paddle when we get home.”

The laughter from Steve and Lizy grew louder.

“It’s not funny!” I said with mock indignation.

“Yes, it is,” they replied. “You’ve been bad and mom’s going to spank you with the paddle.”

I rolled my eyes at them and then looked at Danielle. She still had her hand under the table. It moved from my leg to my crotch, and I jumped in my seat a second time, afraid that she was going to pinch me there.

“You sure are jumpy today,” she said, smiling at my nervousness.

After dinner was over, we strolled around the mall for another hour to work off the calories and did a little more shopping. We bought each of the kids some clothes and a pair of shoes. It was after nine o’clock when we finally got home. The children went into the living room to open the box of books and to check out their new clothes. Danielle and I headed upstairs. We had mort urgent things on our minds.

“Why don’t you be a good husband and go run me a nice, hot bubble bath,” she suggested.

“Okay.”

I went into the master bathroom and started running some water into the tub. I then poured some bubble bath lotion into the water. Walking back into the bedroom, I saw my wife holding up some of the lingerie to her body as she stared into the mirror on the dresser bureau.

“What do you think I should wear tomorrow night?” she asked.

I thought about it for a moment and then said: “I’d wear the dark blue panties with the matching corset and a pair of black nylons.”

“What would you like me to model for you?”

“How about the black outfit?” I said.

“You always want to see me in black,” Danielle stated.

“Black’s a power color. It makes you look more dominant.’

“I’m dominant enough as it is.”

“You’re right,” I agreed.

“And you’d better check the water.”

As my wife began to cut the price tags off the new lingerie, I stepped into the bathroom to check on the running water. The tub was about a quarter full. I went back out into the bedroom and finished the job on the price tags while Danielle got undressed.

“What time are you meeting Stuart tomorrow?” I asked.

“Around six o’clock.”

“I’ll try to be home by five-thirty.”

“You’d better be home before I leave, or you’re going to be in big trouble,” Danielle said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I watched my naked wife roll her long hair up into a bun, fasten it in place with a bobby pin, and walk into the bathroom.

“Hurry up,” she said. I could hear her turning off the running water and climbing into the tub. “I want you to shave my legs for me.”

“I’m on my way oh Great Queen of the Universe.”

I cut off the last price tag and then went into the bathroom. Kneeling down beside the tub, I smiled at Danielle and immediately got splashed in the face with sudsy water.

“What’s with this Great Queen of the Universe nonsense?” she asked.

“I was just trying to be funny,” I said as I wiped the water from my face with the back of my forearm

“Don’t darling me, or I’ll wash your mouth out with a bar of soap.”

“I love it when you’re mean.”

Danielle splashed my face again and then handed me her razor. “You’d better not nick me,” she warned. “You need to properly learn how to shave a woman’s legs, and the only way to do that is with practice.”

“Yes, my Queen.”

She picked up the bar of Dove on the side of the tub and pointed it at me. “Keep it up and see what happens.”

I took the bar of soap from her and began to lather up her left leg. While I shaved the left leg and then the right one, we talked about the possibility of going to Lake Mead on Saturday. It had been several months since we’d last visited the lake, and it seemed like a fun idea for everyone.

“What time do you think you’ll be getting home on Friday night?” I asked.

“It shouldn’t be too late. Stuart doesn’t want to make a night of it. He just wants to have dinner and sex. I’ll probably be back between eleven and twelve.”

“Any idea where you’ll be having dinner at?”

“Romeo’s on west Sahara,” Danielle answered as she washed herself.

“That’s a nice restaurant.”

“I’m not going to let him take me to a cheap restaurant,” she stated. “If he wants to pay for my time, then I expect the best.”

When my wife was finished with the washcloth, I took it from her and washed her back. Afterwards, she stood up and I dried her off with a thick towel. She then stepped out of the tub and I ran the towel over her legs and feet. As Danielle stood in front of the bathroom mirror, I put body lotion on her and massaged it into her skin. She let out a sigh of contentment.

Once we were back in the bedroom, she commanded me to get down on my hands and knees and to place my forehead to the floor. I obeyed my wife, staying in that position for fifteen minutes while she prepared herself for me. I listened to the sounds of her putting on the corset and then the panties. She sat down on the edge of the bed and opened one of the Victoria’s Secret boxes that had the black nylons in it. It was sheer torture as I imagined her putting on the stockings and then hooking them to the garters. That was why she didn’t want me to watch. A few more minutes passed and then I heard the sound of her voice.

“You may feast your eyes upon the Great Queen of the Universe,” she laughed.

I raised my head and saw her standing there near the bed. It was a sight that literally took my breath away. Danielle looked like a sex goddess sent to earth to subjugate the entire male population. I could feel my cock getting hard as I stared at her with obvious desire, taking in the stiletto-heeled shoes, the black nylons that encased her legs, the tight panties with a high French cut, and the black corset that pushed up her voluptuous breasts.

I wanted to fuck her so bad!

Danielle laughed again. “I like that look in your eyes,” she stated. “It makes me feel like I’m twenty-years old again. Why don’t you crawl over here like a well-trained husband and kiss my feet.”

I didn’t need any encouragement.

My wife sat back down on the end of the bed and crossed her shapely legs. Offering her right shoe to me, I kissed it with great reverence.

“I wonder if I’ll be able to get Stuart to do this,” she commented.

“It depends on how horny he is,” I said, smiling up at her.

“When a man’s horny, a woman can get him to do just about anything.” Danielle uncrossed her legs and opened them for me. “I want you to lick the crotch of my panties,” she said.

I moved slowly between her legs, working my tongue up her calves and then along her thighs, enjoying the texture of nylon against her skin. I worked my way to the soft cotton crotch of her Victoria’s Secret panties and kissed her there. Leaning back on her elbows so that she could watch me, Danielle grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward so that my nose and mouth were pressed tightly to the junction of her body. I could hardly breathe.

“Do you want to eat my pussy?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I mumbled incoherently.

“Then you may take off my panties.”

I rose up on my knees and eagerly reached for the waistband of her underwear. As I rolled the satin panties down her hips, she lifted her buttocks up so that I could slide them up and over her thighs and then down her legs. I raised each foot up and pulled the panties off of them. Laying the piece of lingerie on the carpeted floor, I moved back between my wife’s legs and began to eat her with a passion that caused a desperate cry to erupt from the depths of her throat.

Thirty minutes later, Danielle lay on the bed with her legs spread apart, exhausted from the several orgasms she’d experienced. I stood up and quickly undressed. My erection was desperate for relief.

“What do you intend on doing with that?” she asked, pointing at my hard penis.

“I’m going to make love to you.”

“I don’t think so, darling.”

“What?”

“Not tonight,” my wife continued. “I want you to save that for tomorrow. When I get home from my date with Stuart, I going to expect you to satisfy me with your tongue and cock.”

“Please,” I begged.

Danielle laughed at me. “Make yourself useful,” she said. “Take off my shoes and stockings.” There must’ve been a forlorn expression upon my face because she started laughing even louder. “It’s only for one night, William.”

“Yeah, but—“

“You won’t die.”

“I might.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I’ve heard of men dying from blue balls.”

“I’m going to smack you in a minute,” she warned. “Now, take off my shoes and hose.”

I shut my mouth and helped Danielle to undress. Putting on a robe, my wife left the room for a few minutes to check on the kids. I decided to take a fast shower while she was gone, hoping the cold water would cure my predicament. By the time I finished, Danielle was back. We both climbed into bed and snuggled up to each other.

“Are you mad?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Danielle reached down and grabbed my testicles with her hand. She squeezed them hard, causing me to gasped. “Would you like a real pair of blue balls?” she said, applying more pressure.

“No, ma’am,” I answered.

“Then behave yourself and give me a good-night kiss.”

I did.

“Are you excited about my date with Stuart?”

“A little.”

“You’d better be prepared for hours of lovemaking when I get home tomorrow night,” she said.

“Promises…promises.”

Danielle pinched one of my nipples and then turned over so that we could spoon against each other. “Still love me?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

And that’s how we eventually fell asleep. It was exactly five-thirty when I got home on Friday. The kids were in the living room watching television, and I assumed that Danielle was upstairs, getting ready for her date with Stuart Hamilton tonight.

I told Steve and Elizabeth to see what time the next showing of The Scorpion King started, and they rushed to get the newspaper.

Walking upstairs, I entered the bedroom and saw Danielle standing in front of the mirror on the dresser bureau, brushing her long brown hair. She was wearing the dark-blue corset with matching high-cut panties, black seamed nylons, and black stiletto-heeled shoes. My wife saw me in the mirror and smiled.

“Why don’t you be a sweetheart and hand me the black silk blouse that’s lying on the bed,” she said. “What time is it?”

“It’s 5:40.”

“I’m going to be late.”

I went over to the bed, picked up the blouse that was lying next to a charcoal-gray skirt, and carried it over to her. Danielle took the blouse and slipped it on. She then quickly buttoned up the front of it.

“I need to hurry,” she said. “Bring me the gray skirt.”

I got the piece of clothing and handed it to her. Stepping into the skirt, Danielle pulled it up over her hips while tucking the bottom half of the blouse inside of it, and then zipped up the back. While she did that, I got down on my knees and ran my hands up her nylon-covered legs, delighting in silky texture of them.

“Are you still taking the kids to a movie tonight?” she asked, picking up the black leather belt that was lying on top of the bureau. She wrapped it around her slim waist and fastened the buckle to it.

“Uh-huh.”

“Too bad I can’t go with you.”

I kissed her stomach and then pressed the side of my head against her. She ran the fingers of her hand gently through my hair.”

“Are you okay with this?” Danielle asked in a soft, hesitant tone of voice. “I can cancel out, if you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s all right,” I said. “I want you to have a good time.”

“Even if it’s with another man?”

“Yes.”

“I do love you, William. I don’t know too many husbands who would let their wives date other men.”

“I want you to be happy, honey.”

Tonight was Danielle’s first date with Stuart. She’d met him at work, and he’d offered her five hundred dollars to go out with him. My wife loved having sex with different men, but she especially had a strong passion for the American dollar. When a handsome man offered her a sizable amount of money for sex, it was difficult for her to turn him down. Since our marriage was based on the concept of female domination and I wanted her to be truly happy, I submitted to whatever she desired. If Danielle wanted to date other men, I went along with it.

Of course, it would also be an outright lie if I said that I didn’t enjoy being cuckolded by my wife.

Both Danielle and I were getting something extremely pleasurable from her illicit affairs. She knew how much they excited me and was always willing to share the intimate details of her sexual encounters. In many ways, this made us perfect for each other. Danielle was an individual who’d always have a hard time being faithful to any one man, and it didn’t matter how handsome or rich he was. She got bored easily and needed the excitement of new relationships. My wife also needed the security of having someone at home who loved her completely and unconditionally. It helped that I was the type of male who wanted my wife to be unfaithful…who got sexually aroused at the thought of another man making long, passionate love to her.

“I need to ask you a question,” she said.

“What is it?” I asked, looking up at her.

“Do you want me to have Stuart wear a condom?’

“No,” I answered.

My wife stared down at me and smiled. “Then you know what I’m going to expect from you when I get home tonight,” she said matter-of-factly.

I nodded my head.

“Maybe I’ll tell Stuart what I intend on having you do. That might excite him. What do you think?”

“It would probably turn him on.”

“I think so, too.”

“It’s time for you to get going,” I said.

“I want you to kiss my feet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, bending down and kissing her feet like the devoted husband I was.

“I love it when you do that.”

As I stood back up, she grabbed her black leather purse from off the dresser bureau, kissed me on the cheek, and headed out of the bedroom. I followed her down the stairs. She stepped into the living room for a moment to tell the kids that she’d see them in the morning, and then I walked out to the car with her and opened the door on driver’s side. My eyes followed Danielle as she got into the Miata, offering me a nice view of her legs. It was a game we played with each other. She knew that I never got tired of looking up her skirts and dresses.

“Have a good time,” I said.

“I intend to.”

I watched my wife back out of the driveway and then turn the car in the direction of Romeo’s Restaurant

When I walked back into the house, the children cornered me and said that the next showing of The Scorpion King started at 7:15. We rushed to turn off the television, lock up the house, and get to my SUV. The movie theater was less than ten minutes away. I knew we could make it there in time.

We actually made it with a few minutes to spare.

That gave us time to buy soft drinks and popcorn before entering the dark arena of make-believe and imagination. The movie turned out to be a fun action flick with mild violence and just a hint of sex in it. About halfway through it, Steve leaned over and whispered to me that he now had a crush on Kelly Hu, the actress playing Cassandra.

I understood exactly how he felt.

After the movie was over, we drove over to a nearby Dairy Queen and got a couple of banana splits and a fudge sundae. It was almost ten-thirty by the time we finally got home. We watched a little bit of TV and then called it a night, heading to our respective bedrooms.

Entering the master bedroom, I closed the door quietly behind me. I undressed, took a shower, and then climbed into bed with a book to read. I knew it would be impossible for me to sleep. I hoped that reading would take my mind off of Danielle. The book in my hand was the newest horror novel by Douglas Clegg, and I suspected that it might just do the trick.

But, I was wrong.

All I could think about was my wife in the arms of another man. My imagination was vivid enough that I could picture her lying on a bed with the gray skirt bunched up around her hips, her black panties lying on the floor, and Stuart (I had no idea what he looked like) positioned between her legs, driving his hard cock deeply into her pussy, bringing her to several intense orgasms. I could even imagine her moans of pleasure as she urged him repeatedly to cum inside of her…to filled her with his seed. I wondered if she would really tell him about what I liked to do. It would probably excite him to such a degree that he’d make love to her three or four times, ejaculating at the end of each round, wanting to make sure that I’d know how well she had been fucked. It was the ultimate humiliation for a submissive husband. It was also my way of showing Danielle how much I loved her, not to mention how much I enjoyed her affairs. Every time I performed oral sex on my wife after she’d made love to another man, it reinforced her desire to continue cuckolding me.

I reached underneath the sheet and felt my own hard erection. There was a large amount of pre-semen fluid dripping from the head of it, and I wanted desperately to masturbate. That, however, was forbidden. I served my wife as a true submissive, and one of her rules was that I never masturbate without her explicit permission. To do so would result in a whipping that would literally have me begging for mercy within minutes.

No, I had to try to get my mind off of her and her new lover.

I picked up the Douglas Clegg novel and read for over an hour.

When I finally put the book down and looked at the clock on the nightstand, I saw that it was almost one o’clock in the morning. I couldn’t help but wonder what was taking Danielle so long.

It was after one-thirty when she finally got home. I heard the car pull into the driveway and then the car door close. I got out of bed, put on a bathrobe, and went downstairs to meet her. Danielle was closing the front door as I quickly came down the stairs, anxious like a little boy who’s dying to open his presents on Christmas morning. I saw that her hair was messed up and that her lipstick was smudged due to either excessive kissing, or maybe oral sex.

“You look as though you had a rough night,” I said.

Danielle moved into my arms and kissed me. I then held onto her for a couple of minutes as she laid her head against my chest.

“I’m glad to be home,” she whispered.

“Did he hurt you?” I asked, feeling a sudden need to get my Smith & Wesson .44 Magnum revolver and go hunting for the asshole.

“I’m not sure I can talk about it, William.”

“Why not?”

My wife stepped away from me. “Something happened to me tonight that’s confusing and a little frightening,” she said. “I’m not sure if I can explain it, or if I should even tell you about it. I don’t want to lose you.”

“How could you lose me? I’m not going anywhere. I love you too much to ever consider the idea of leaving.”

“Do you really mean that?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes.”

“You would continue to stay with me and be my slave, no matter how terrible the situation was?”

“Yes.”

“You promise?”

“I made that promise when I married you, Danielle.”

“Still, do you promise not to leave me?” she asked with just a touch of desperation in her soft voice.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Do you really want to hear about what happened tonight?”

“I want to do more than that,” I replied, laughing at the obvious.

Danielle moved closer and then kissed me again. “You’re going to have your work cut out for you tonight,” she stated. “Stuart fucked me four times.”

“Four times in one night!” I said in amazement.

“Yes,” she said, nodding her head. “And he ejaculated inside of me each time.”

“Damn!”

“I told Stuart about us and it got him excited,” my wife explained. “It was like he couldn’t get enough of me. I’ve never been fucked the way I was tonight. I must’ve had at a dozen or more orgasms. His cock is so big that I even had an orgasm the moment he entered me.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“What did you say to him that created such as reaction?”

“I told Stuart that you were my slave,” she replied, “and that I was going to make you clean up after him when I got home. He wanted to make sure that you got a good mouthful of his cum.”

I was surprised that Danielle had actually told him about that and felt a little embarrassed that another man now knew my darkest secret.

“Did he make fun of me?” I asked with curiosity.

“No, he didn’t. In fact, Stuart said that it was perfect for the kind of relationship he wanted to have with me.”

“What kind of relationship?”

“You’re probably not going to like it; but, then again, I could be wrong. You might find my relationship with Stuart to be a sexual turn-on. If you don’t let your emotions get in the way, this could be the perfect love triangle for the three of us.”

“Are you in love with this guy already?”

“I’m not sure,” she answered. “The one thing I do know is that I’m addicted to the sexual part of our relationship.”

“What happened tonight?”

“I don’t know, but it was intense.”

“I find it extremely difficult to believe that one night of sex with this guy affected you so strongly.”

“So am I,” she admitted. “I’m still in a daze. I’ve read about experiences like this in novels and magazines, but never thought it would actually happen to me. I’m starting to get horny again just thinking about it.”

“What else did you tell him about our marriage?” I asked.

Danielle smiled mischievously at me. “I explained to Stuart how you willingly gave up all rights as a husband in order to marry me. I told him how you hand over your paychecks to me and then wait on me hand and foot…how you clean house, wash the clothes, do the grocery shopping, take care of the yard, pamper me every chance you get, and babysit with the kids while I go out on dates with other men.” She pressed back up against me and kissed me lightly on the lips. “I told him how when you’re obedient to my desires, I reward you with sexual favors, and when you’re disobedient, I punish you with hard whippings and extreme humiliation.”

“What did he say?”

“Stuart wanted to know all of the juicy details.”

“What else did you tell him?” I asked.

“Everything.”

“You told him everything?” I said in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because it turned him on,” she said. “I told him how I’d serviced several men at one time a few weeks ago, and that they’d tied me down to the bed and spent the entire evening fucking me over and over again.”

“That excited him?”

“Yes, it did. Plus, I told him about my secret fantasy.”

“Which one?”

“The fantasy where I’m totally dominated by a man who’s strong enough to make me do exactly as he wishes.”

“You never told me about this fantasy.”

My wife shrugged her shoulders and then started up the staircase. “It’s not something I could talk to you about,” she said. “Our marriage is centered around a Mistress/slave relationship. I could never allow you to dominate me, or it would take away my power over you. That’s something I can’t allow to happen. Besides, this is exactly the way I want our marriage to be.”

“Yet you fantasize about being another man’s slave,” I said, following her up the stairs, my eyes locked on her beautiful legs and perfectly rounded buttocks.

“Yes, William.”

“And is Stuart to be this man?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“I’m not sure I can handle this.”

“I don’t want you to leave me, but I intend on seeing Stuart at least once a week. I’ve agreed to be his slave, and he’ll have the freedom to use me sexually in any way he desires. If you and I are going to continue as man and wife, then you have to accept this addition to our relationship.”

“Was he that great in bed?” I asked as we walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind us.

“He made me get down on my knees and lick his boots clean.”

“Don’t Danielle—“

“I want you to understand what’s happening here. This can be good for both of us, darling.”

I took a deep breath and then said, “Okay.”

Danielle took her blouse and skirt off as she continued with the story of tonight’s little adventure. “When Stuart was satisfied with how his boots looked, he made me beg for the pleasure of sucking his cock.”

“You’re not the kind of woman who gets down on her knees and begs for the pleasure of sucking a man’s cock. It’s simply not in your nature, plus your personality is too strong. If anyone is going to beg, it’ll be the man.”

“You only know one side of me, William.”

I watched as she walked across the bedroom to hang up her clothes in the closet. My wife had a way of moving that made me salivate with desire. I wanted to throw her down on the bed and take her the way that Stuart had, making her mine, and hearing her beg for me to please her.

“There are times,” she continued, “when I need a real man to take control of me…to make me submit to him in ways I can’t explain to you. I crave the sensation of being totally helpless and at the mercy of someone else.”

“Is that what Stuart did to you?”

“He forced me to suck his cock and then swallow his cum,” Danielle stated as she stepped over to the bed and sat down on the end of it. Crossing her lovely legs, she pointed her index finger at a spot on the floor and then snapped her fingers once. I immediately got down on my knees in front of her. “And after I licked my lips clean of the semen that was on them, he tied me down on his bed, fastening my hands to the headboard with leather wrists cuffs. He then pushed my skirt up around my waist, removed my panties, and entered me with his huge cock.”

“I can’t listen to this,” I said in a hurt tone of voice. “It’s too painful.”

“You will listen to this, William. You’re my slave and you will obey me in whatever way I demand.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You knew how I was before you married me,” my wife continued. “I’ve never lied to you about my sexual desire for other men. You also knew it was possible that I’d fall in love with someone else. It’s always a chance you take when your spouse is sleeping with other people. Be happy that Stuart isn’t looking for another wife, especially one with two children. I’m not going to leave you for him, if that’s what you’re worried about. I am, however, going to fuck him as often as I can. Since you’re my slave, you will find a way of dealing with it. I’m not going to allow you to ruin this for me. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, keeping my head lowered, afraid to look into those dark eyes of hers.

“Think of all the cleaning up you’re going to get to do.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait.”

“Stuart wants to come over and fuck me in front of you so that you’ll know what it’s like when I have a real man between my legs. He then wants to watch you lick his cum up. This will put you in your place as a slave to both of us.”

“I won’t allow you to humiliate me like that.”

“Slaves don’t have a choice,” she said. “Stuart doesn’t think that you’re really submissive. You and I are going to prove him wrong. You’ll do exactly as I tell you when he comes over. If you don’t, I’ll whip you in front of him and then force you to submit to my lover in ways you won’t find enjoyable. Don’t think for a moment that I’m kidding, either. I’m serious about this, William. It’s time you found out what it means to be a real slave to a dominant woman. Besides, it will add a little spice to our marriage in ways you’ve only fantasized about.”

“Just how big is his cock?” I asked.

“He told me it was eight inches long and at least an inch in diameter.”

“Hell, that is big!”

“I’ve never been filled so completely by a man. At first, I didn’t think I’d be able to take all of his cock, but my body gradually stretched to accommodate the size of it. I wasn’t joking when I said that I had my first orgasm the moment he entered me. I couldn’t stop shaking from the intensity of it.”

“So he tied you to the bed and then fucked you,” I said with obvious jealousy.

“Stuart didn’t just fuck me,” she said, giving me a knowing smile. “He caused me to have a mystical experience. I literally couldn’t get enough of his cock. I begged him to keep fucking me and actually had to force myself to come home tonight.”

“You sure know how to make a husband feel loved.”

“I do love you, William. You’re the perfect husband. Every woman should have a husband like you to take care of them.”

“Along with two or three lovers to take care of their sexual needs.”

“What’s wrong with that? It’s the prerogative of every dominant woman, married or unmarried, to take as many lovers as she desires. I could have married any number of men, but I chose you because I knew we’d be perfect together. I need a husband who’ll treat me as his queen and do as he’s told.”

“You want to have your cake and to eat it to.”

“Absolutely,” Danielle said. “And why shouldn’t I? If every woman was honest with herself, I bet she’d admit to wanting a husband who cleans house, while at the same time having a lover who satisfies her in unimaginable ways. Remember that your fantasy is for me to sleep with other men so that you can clean up after them. I don’t have a problem with that. In fact, it turns me when you do that. The act itself demonstrates your acceptance of my infidelities, as well as your submission to my darkest desires.” “Wow, do I get a metal?”

‘No, but I’m going allow you the privilege of cleaning up after Stuart; and, believe me, there’s a lot to lick up. I put on a maxi pad after we finished having sex so that I could save as much of his cum as possible for you.”

“I bet Stuart loved that.”

“He did,” my wife said, laughing at the memory. “Stuart believes rather firmly that it’s your job, as my husband and slave, to clean up after him. I happen to agree with him on this particular issue.”

“I can’t wait.” I said sarcastically.

“Neither can I.”

Danielle stood up and removed her panties, sliding them down her legs and then stepping out of them. She threw the black underwear into my face, sat back down on the end of the bed, and spread her legs for me.

“It’s time to get to work,” she said.

I crawled hesitantly between my wife’s legs and saw that there were dried semen stains on the dark top of her stockings and on the inside of her thighs. Stuart must’ve pumped a pint of it into her. I stopped at the junction of her body and stared at the white maxi pad that guarded the opening of her womanhood. I didn’t want to think about the mess that was waiting behind it for me to clean up. For some strange reason that I couldn’t explain, I suddenly found this to be a very humiliating experience.

“I don’t think I can do this,” I said.

“You don’t have a choice. Stuart is going to call me tomorrow to see if you lick it all up. If I tell him no, he’s going to punished me for your disobedience when he comes over on Thursday.”

“You didn’t say anything about him coming over on Thursday.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Danielle said, “He wants to spend the afternoon with me here at our house. Since I need to use some of my vacation time or else lose it, I’ll take the day off. ”

“What about the kids?”

“Don’t be stupid, darling. They’ll be at my parent’s house.”

“I forgot about that.”

“I want you to take Thursday off.”

“Why?”

“I told you,” she said impatiently, “that Stuart wants to fuck me while you watch. He wants you to see the size of his cock and how he controls me with it.”

“What if I don’t want to watch?”

“I’m going to have you tied up on the bedroom floor. I can’t force you to keep your eyes open and to watch what takes place, but you will have to listen to the sounds of our lovemaking. There’s no way you’ll be able to tune out the sounds of him fucking me over and over again. After we’re finished, Stuart is going to untie you and then you’ll have to clean up his mess while he watches. This will be the start of your training as a true slave.”

“Is this what you want?”

“I need to know that you’ll obey whatever command I give. It’s easy when I tell you to do the things that you want to do, but true obedience is demonstrated when the slave does the things he finds repulsive or painful. This will be a test for you.”

“I hate tests.”

“Why don’t you stop talking and take off my maxi pad. It’s time to put that mouth of yours to better use.”

Taking a deep breath, I pulled the soft cotton maxi pad off of Danielle’s body and stared forlornly at the matted hair of her pubis and the silvery, pearl-like semen that was still oozing from the lips of her vagina.

“Beg me for the divine pleasure that you’re about to experience,” she ordered in a steely tone of voice.

Would the humiliation never end?

“Please, Mistress Danielle,” I begged. “Allow me the pleasure of servicing your lovely body with my tongue and mouth.”

“What else?” she demanded.

“Allow me the pleasure of cleaning up after your new lover.”

“I expect every drop of his cum to be licked up,” she warned. “Disobedience will result in a harsh whipping.”

“My screams might wake the kids.”

“Not if I put the maxi pad in your mouth.”

“You have a point,” I said.

“Stop wasting time and get to work. I want my pussy licked.”

I quickly obeyed my wife and place the tip of my tongue between the folds of wet flesh that covered the opening of her vagina. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deeper into her body, pressing her cunt tightly against my face, silently urging to do what I did best. I began to lap at her body like an eager little puppy, tasting the semen that Stuart had left. There was still a lot it inside of her, and I almost gagged twice as I swallowed some of it.

“You’d better get use to the taste of my lover’s cum because you’re going to be cleaning up after him on a regular basis.”

There was nothing to say to that.

I slowly lapped at her cunt for nearly twenty minutes, bringing her to three powerful orgasms. When the third one finally subsided, she pushed my head away from her body and told me to go get a couple of towels. I stood up and walked into our bathroom. I grabbed two towels from underneath the sink cabinet and went back into the bedroom. Danielle was standing up beside the bed, waiting patiently for me to return. She snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot on the carpeted floor near her feet.

“Lie down on the floor,” she commanded, “and place the towels under your head.”

I did as ordered.

Danielle straddled my face and lowered her cunt to my mouth. “I don’t think you got all of it,” she stated. “In fact, I think there’s a lot more cum up inside of me that needs to be swallowed. Open your mouth nice and wide.”

I obeyed her without question and waited for what was to come (no pun intended). My wife relaxed her body; and, after a minute or two, a large amount of semen ran out of her and into my mouth. I choked and gagged on the quantity of it, and she laughed with merriment at my discomfort.

“Keep your mouth open,” Danielle ordered. “I’m going to give you something to wash it down with.”

My eyes widened in shock, and she laughed even harder.

“Please don’t,” I moaned in desperation. “This was Stuart’s idea,” she said. “He thought it would be a nice way to finish the evening and to test how submissive you really are.”

“Don’t do it, Danielle,” I begged.

“But I want to, darling. You should feel honored to receive this. There are men who would pay me large sums of money to experience this particular pleasure. I’m giving it to you for free. Now, keep your mouth open and don’t spill a drop.”

I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. A minute passed by, then another and another. I started to think that it wasn’t going to happen and opened my eyes. That was when the flood of warm water began to rush into my mouth. I swallowed as if my life depended on it. Danielle stared down at me with an expression of pure ecstasy on her face as she pissed her urine into my opened mouth, delighting in the absolute power she had over me. There was so much urine that I couldn’t swallow all of it fast enough. Some of it spilled over onto my face, and I was shamed with embarrassment. When the ultimate humiliation was eventually completed, she smiled down at me with evident approval, stood up and headed into the bathroom

“That was fun,” my wife commented as she walked away.

I was in such shock that I couldn’t move for a couple of minutes. Finally, I rolled over and wiped my face on the top towel. I couldn’t believe what she’d just done, and I couldn’t help but wonder what else was in store for me now that Stuart was in the picture. Danielle seemed serious about treating me as an outright slave. I knew it would get a lot worse before it got better. Picking up the two towels, I stood up and waited for my wife to come out of the bathroom.

When she did, Danielle was naked and ready for bed. I hurried into the bathroom, dumped the towels into the clothes hamper, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and gargled with some mouthwash. It helped at little. I went back out into the bedroom and started to climb into bed with my wife, expecting to be rewarded for what I’d submitted to.

“No,” she stated. “I want you to get a blanket and a pillow. You’re to sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed like a well-trained slave.”

“But I’m your husband!” I said.

“Remember, you gave up all of your rights as a husband when you married me. You’re a slave, and the only purpose of a slave is to obey his Mistress.”

“I thought we were going to make love.”

“Having sex with me is now a thing of the past.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked with trepidation.

“Stuart told me that I was no longer to have sexual intercourse with you,” she said with amusement. “He doesn’t mind if you clean up after him, but he doesn’t want you fucking his slave. That’s a privilege only he’s permitted to have.”

“I don’t believe this! You mean I can’t have sex with my own wife?”

“I told you that I was going to do whatever he wants.”

“Yes, but—“

“I intend on obeying my Master, and you will obey me.”

“What am I supposed to do for release?”

“If you prove to be obedient to my wishes, I’ll permit you to masturbate once or twice a week. Of course, you’ll have to beg me for that privilege, then get down on your knees and do it in front of me.”

“No way! I can’t masturbate with you watching.”

“Then there’ll be no orgasms for you, William.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Come here,” she said.

I sat down on the side of the bed and stared at her.

“Closer, darling. I’m not going to bite you.”

I moved beside her.

Danielle reached for my head and kissed me passionately on the lips. I felt her other hand grip my testicles and squeeze them. I began to get aroused with desire, wanting to take my wife in the same way that Stuart had, spreading her legs and fucking her good and hard, until I emptied my semen deep into her womb.

The grip on my balls grew tighter.

My wife stopped kissing me and grabbed a handful of my hair. She bent my head back at a painful angle and stared into my eyes with an intensity that startled me.

“If I even think you masturbated without my permission,” she warned me, “I’ll take that thick wooden ruler you love so much and beat the back of your hands until you’re unable to even hold your dick when you pee. I’m serious about this. If you think I’m joking, I dare you to test me. You have no idea of the pain I’m capable of inflicting upon you, if provoked. You’d better heed my warning.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s better. Stuart intends to go over the new rules with you on Thursday.”

“I can’t wait.”

Danielle squeezed my balls so hard that tears began to run down the sides of my face. I begged her for mercy, but she ignored me. Instead, she placed her other hand over my mouth to stifle my screams and squeezed even harder, almost causing me to black out from the pain.

When my breathing returned to normal and I opened my eyes, Danielle was staring down at me with an innocent smile upon her beautiful face. “Do we understand each other now?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Go get a blanket and a pillow out of the closet.”

I nodded my head in understanding, then got off the bed and hobbled over to the closet. My sore testicles were pounding like a dull toothache. I grabbed a spare blanket and pillow from one of the shelves in the closet, then returned to the bed of my Mistress. Glancing at the alarm clock on the dresser bureau, I saw that it was four o’clock in the morning.

“Maybe we can do something together with the kids later today.”

“We’ll see,” she said. “I was thinking that I might go back over to Stuart’s house after lunch for a few hours. Maybe when I get back, we can go get a pizza or something.”

“Sure,” I said, feeling an intense wave of jealousy engulfing me within its powerful grasp.

I rolled out the blanket on the floor and placed the pillow at the head of it. Lying down on the blanket, I pulled the rest of it over me and prepared for sleep. I couldn’t believe how quickly my life had changed in just a matter of hours. True, I’d wanted to marry a dominant woman and have her cuckold me with other men, but I had never in my wildest dreams expected to end up in this type of situation.

It was no longer fun and games.

Danielle was serious about treating me like a slave, and I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle the reality of it. Fantasy and reality are often two very different things. It was going to be even harder with another man taking my place in her bed and encouraging her to humiliate me in ways I never thought she’d be able to do. Of course, if I was able to get my emotions under control, the whole experience might turn out be fun and sexually exciting.

In a few days, I’d get to see Stuart making love to my wife. The thought of it filled me with a mixture of jealousy and sexual excitement. The idea of cleaning up after him while he watched, however, left a lot to be desired. I knew why they were planning to have me do that. It would be a way of establishing everybody’s role in this rather unusual love triangle. Being the cuckolded husband, as well as a slave, would put me at the bottom rung of the ladder. Stuart would want to demonstrate his dominance over my wife, letting me know that she now belonged to him and that he could fuck her whenever he wanted, and that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. He would also probably try to dominate me in the process, which was something I didn’t want to think about. There were only a couple of things he could do to me that would complete the act of striping away my manhood, and I could only hope that Danielle would draw the line on what forms of humiliation he was allowed to subject me to.

The thought of Thursday made me extremely nervous.

I don’t know what time it was when I finally drifted off to sleep, but I was happy for the peace of mind it momentarily offered.