The First Adventure Part Two

Hubby gazed into my eyes with a sexy intensity.

“You’re going to go next door,” he growled huskily, “and give Laurent the blowjob of his life.”

I froze. My eyes widened.

“We’ve been talking about it for months,” Hubby growled. “I told you I wanted to see you suck another man’s cock. And after what you did…” He was referring, of course, to my encounter with Darren in that hotel room in Birmingham. “You owe me.”

I was conflicted. Right then and there, I knew, was the tipping point between continuing my abortive project to be a sexual submissive and just throwing in the towel. I was annoyed and disgusted with Hubby for hitting me with this demand right out of the blue.

But, don’t you know it? I was also wet.

I mean, Laurent was a great looking guy. And sexy. And I wouldn’t have gone along with Hubby’s filthy talk and submissive sex games if I hadn’t ever considered this sort of thing a possibility, right? In fact, I’d even been angry and disappointed at him for going on about ‘sharing’ me and never actually having the wherewithal to set anything up!

So fighting every instinct to say ‘no,’ I bit my bottom lip and made a conscious decision to do this thing.

Hubby grabbed the whiskey. I got the After Eights. And with butterflies in my stomach, I shuffled back into the living room.

Laurent was just sitting there, idly sipping his wine. He looked prissy and neat and twee. It occurred to me that he might have no idea about Hubby’s scheme and when I suddenly accosted him, he’d be horrified. I could just imagine the shock of a fat, pregnant wife and a creepy English husband sexually harassing him.

But Laurent’s eyes lit up when he saw the collar around my neck. I realized Hubby must have told him about his plans.

Hubby – I mean Master – wrenched me to a halt. He made me stand in front of Laurent in my jeans and sweatshirt.

“Stay there.”

Taking the box of After Eights, he flopped down into the armchair and poured two generous glasses of whiskey. He passed one to Laurent.

“Okay, my sexy little slut,” Hubby purred at me, peering up from his chair. “Take off your clothes.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me.”

Eyes flicking between Laurent and my husband, I nodded.

Grabbing the hem of my sweatshirt, I pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor. I was wearing a t-shirt underneath. I left that on as I pulled off my trainers and socks and threw them across the room (since I was worried they’d be smelly!)

I stood there in my big, unsexy cotton panties and t-shirt. My bulging belly… Well, bulged. And my big tits were squeezed into my ill-fitting bra.

But as unsexy as I felt, the appreciative (hungry?) eyes of Laurent and Master clearly proved that they found me rather appetizing.

I grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it off. Then I stood there in my big knickers and bulging bra.

Hubby’s voice was hoarse. “Take off the bra.”

I unclasped the front and slowly pulled the two cups apart. My big, swollen breasts flopped out.

Laurent gasped.

“Turn around,” Hubby ordered. Nervously, I did as I was told. “Now bend over.”

Bent at the waist, my big arse in his face, I dug my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers and slowly wriggled them over my hips. Then my thighs. Then they dropped to my ankles.

“Putain…” Laurent breathed, staring into my round bum and hairy pussy.

I straightened up and turned around, peering down at Laurent, focusing entirely on him. I knew Hubby was watching, but it was this intense Frenchman who I was performing for and now I’d got into the spirit of things, I was wildly excited at the task Hubby had assigned me.

“You are beautiful,” Laurent purred.

My pussy gushed. I wish I’d have known about this! I’d have shaven it!

Dropping to my knees, I reached forward and placed my hot hands on the rough material of his jeans. I could see a bulge in the front of his flies.

My hands slid up, by thumbs tracing a path along his inner thighs.

My mouth was dry (the last thing I needed, given what I was about to do.)

Fingers trembling, I unbuckled his belt and popped the buttons of his flies.

Laurent just sat there, his breath deepening.

Pulling apart his flies, I saw the sheen of his tight boxers.

My fingers curled around the waistband of his jeans.

Then, with a sharp tug, I wrenched them and his boxers down around his knees.

Boing! From a nest of busy, black pubic hair sprung a long, thick, uncircumcised penis.

It smelt musky. It was dark – olive coloured, like Laurent’s skin.

My fingers touched the bare flesh of his thighs. He gasped.

I slid my hands up his thighs, feeling the bristly black hair against my palm. Then my fingers reached his hairy balls.

I turned to Hubby, looking for approval. The lusty look on my husband’s face reassured me that he was totally lapping up every moment of this.

My fingers tickled Laurent’s balls.

“Merde,” he gasped, reaching a hand up the run it through my hair. “That feels wonderful.”

The fingers of my other hand encircled his shaft. I pumped his cock for a few minutes, feeling the warm firmness throb in my hand.

Then, licking my lips, I lowered my head.

His musky scent engulfed my nostrils, just as my open lips engulfed his cock.

“Fils de Pute,” he gasped, jerking his hips upwards, jabbing his dick further into my mouth.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the strange sensation of a stranger’s dick in my mouth.

My tongue swirled. Saliva dribbled down Laurent’s balls. My fingers pumped his shaft as I lifted my mouth from his cock and replaced my sucking with firm, long licks. Up and down the shaft. Across the wrinkled skin of his balls. Pulling down his foreskin, I lapped at his swollen, purple cockhead like a kitten drinking milk.

“Uhhhh,” Laurent’s fingers curled into my hair, forcing my mouth back over his cockhead. A sharp tug of my black hair brought tears to my eyes.

There was the rustle of cloth. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear Hubby slide off his chair and come crawling up behind me.

His hot hands cupped my buttocks, spreading my thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut harder, trying to process the dual sensations of Laurent’s throbbing hardness in my mouth and Hubby’s rough hands on my naked arse.

My head was bobbing up and down. Laurent’s thick cock was slurping wetly in and out of my suctioning lips. My tongue was swirling as if I was sucking a delicious ice-lolly.

I groaned hotly around the meat in my mouth. I’d just felt Hubby’s fingers part the hair lips of my pussy and slide inside my sodden cunt.

And I was sodden. Absolutely dripping.

“Mon dieu,” Laurent groaned hotly. “I’m going to cum…”

With Hubby’s slick thumb circling my thrumming clit and his fat fingers massaging my g-spot, I knew I wasn’t far behind.

I squeezed Laurent’s tight balls. I bobbed my head faster, up and down, feeling him lift his hips from the sofa to sink his cock deeper into my mouth.

I squeezed my thighs together. I came.

Clenching down hard on Hubby’s fingers, I felt my clit explode. The waves of shuddering pleasure forced a guttural groan which opened up my throat, letting Laurent sink inside my mouth up to the balls.

I couldn’t breath. My throat bulged. His hands held my head down, my mouth impaled by his dick.

I think I would have passed out if it wasn’t for Hubby’s fingers hammering between by sticky thighs – driving my orgasm harder and harder. I coughed and spluttered and groaned and choked and Laurent ignored it all as he forcefully fucked my mouth and spurted salty wetness across my tongue.

The Frenchman kept my head held down hard, forcing my to swallow the mouthful of cum. Only after my throat bulged and I gulped down his seed did he let me up. My mouth detached wetly from his limp cock, great, sticky strands of saliva and cum stretching from his flesh to my lips.

Laurent lay back on the sofa, gasping for air. He smiled.

I wiped my wet lips and chin with the back of my hand.

“That,” said Hubby, still knelt behind me with his fingers buried deep within my cunt, “was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

How I've Spent the Last Six Months Part Nine

As it turned out, Hubby’s fantasies took an immediate place on the backburner for two reasons.

First off, he had to move to Paris. His job started pretty much immediately.

We discussed it over dinner and agreed that I would continue working at my job and he’d work at him just while we got settled and money saved up. This was a pretty big decision – especially since I’d just revealed my infidelity to him. During the week, Hubby would stay in a hotel in Paris (on the company, thank goodness) and then come back to me via Eurostar at the weekends. It was an expensive proposition (even with our two combined salaries) but we figured that a couple of months would be enough to put us firmly in the black and let us decide what happened next.

The question of what happened next was especially valid when it came to problem number two.

For about four days, when Hubby had revealed his new job, we’d been fucking like rabbits. I’d figured it was a safe time of the month and therefore we hadn’t used any contraception. In fact – especially after revealing my dalliance with Darren – Hubby had been so turned on with his wife sharing fantasies that he’d blown his load inside me every opportunity he had. I think he was pretending that it was other men coming deep inside my pulsating pussy when he orgasmed. I’d never seen him so aggressive and domineering – and I’d never been so full of cum in my life.

Anyway. Four days and about fourteen creamy cum injections proved problematic when ‘that time of the month’ arrived. Because it didn’t.

No period.

Now this put a kybosh on all sorts of things, not least of which Hubby’s fantasies. Was I pregnant? It was the worst possible time, with Hubby about to leave the country and my career in the height of it’s upward spiral. Not to mention our marriage certainly hadn’t got back on track and I didn’t want to tell my kid in twelve years time that he or she was the product of an angry/horny daddy and a slutty/shameful mummy having dirty, irresponsible, unprotected sex in a desperate attempt to save their doomed relationship.

When I told Hubby about it, he didn’t exactly jump onto the enthusiasm bandwagon. If there is an entry for ‘Oh, Shit’ in the Encyclopedia, it had a picture of my Hubby’s face next to it. I could tell he was thinking the same things as me. Was this marriage going to work? Did he still love me? Was I just some unfaithful whore? Was this kid even his? I mean, OF COURSE it was but he didn’t know that for sure, did he?

I peed on one of the pregnancy tests and it revealed what we’d both been dreading. I had a bun in the oven.

How I've Spent the Last Six Months Part Nine

So for the next few days, I lived the strangest double life you could possibly imagine.

One moment my husband would be moody and quiet and avoid talking or looking at me – the typical behavior of a jealous husband who’s just found out his wife was fooling around with another man. But then he’d get all lovey-dovey and sexual and fuck me – I mean REALLY fuck me – while talking about the dirty shit he’s going to make me do.

Getting another guy to fuck me. Making me pick up strange men. Gangbangs. Gloryholes. Orgies.

To be honest, it started to lose it’s appeal after a day and a half. I mean, I loved the passion and energy he showed while he ground his throbbing dick into me, biting my shoulder, squeezing my tits, slapping my arse and cumming in buckets deep inside my pussy… But I started to feel like a piece of meat.

It’s like he couldn’t bear to be intimate with me unless he was talking about another guy fucking me. I’d stopped being his wife – or his LittleKittySlave – and just became a whore he wanted to use and abuse. It stopped being sexy and started just getting weird.

The worst part was when he got his rocks off and came. Then he’d suddenly flip back to being moody, distant and jealous. I could tell my confession had both inflamed and disgusted him. He’d never found me more sexually attractive but he was disgusted by me as a person.

Eventually, I had enough. Recapturing a little bit of the bossy career bitch attitude I showed earlier that day at work, I sat down and said: “What are we going to do?”

“About what?”

I explained how I felt and he nodded in mute agreement.

“I can’t stand it,” he eventually admitted. “It’s like I’m going mad. Careful what you wish for and all that.” He shook his head. “I’m just so hurt and angry about what you did.”

“How are we going to get over that,” I demanded. “Can we get over it? Are we going to have to get a divorce?” I honestly thought that was what it would come to.

Eventually, Hubby said something that surprised me.

“I just want to see it. To be in control of it.” He explained. “I think I’ll be okay with it if I can see you with another guy and get it out of my system.”

“You mean you want me to…?”

“I want you to fuck another guy,” Hubby nodded, and I could already see a lump swelling in the front of his trousers. “I want to see you suck his cock and lick his balls and be the totally submissive slut… But I want to be there and be in charge. I want it to be on my terms so I can deal with it.”

I guess I could understand that. Sometimes I’m a bit masculine in my thinking (helps in the office, I can tell you) so I guess I couldn’t get the subtle difference between me sucking another man’s cock at my husband’s insistence (his ultimate fantasy) and me wrapping my lips around a dick in my own spare time (like I’d done with Darren.)

But men are fragile, insecure little creatures. They like to think they’re in charge.

In any event, just talking it through did help things. Hubby put his arm around me while we watched House that evening. He laughed and joked as we did the washing up. Things almost seemed to be returning to normal.

Were we any closer to Hubby actually making good on all his fantasies? Well, I hated to undermine my new, dominant Hubby – but I’d believe it when I saw it.

How I've spent the Last Six Months Part Eight

So imagine this.

The marriage you’d just condemned has suddenly been resurrected. The wimpy, pathetic, hateful husband you’ve detested and derided for the last three months suddenly ends up landing a job that earns even more than you do. You go from having no sex for almost three months to Hubby dragging you upstairs, throwing you face down in the pillows and fucking you hard and fast and fucking BEAUTIFULLY until you scream into the cushions and Hubby deposits a pint of sticky stuff deep inside your creamy little cunt.

Now I’ve never had a second honeymoon (we hardly had a first – I got food poisoning the second day in) but that week really felt like it. I have never found my husband sexier or more dynamic. He wasn’t the useless fucking prick I’d accused him of being. He was the beautiful, muscular man with the good job and that long, thick, hard cock that seemed to be permanently hard every time I touched it.

I actually took two days off work – and I’ve NEVER taken a day off work – the stay in bed with Hubby.

We took the collar out and I he was deliciously dominant for an entire day. He kept me naked from morning until night. He tied my hands behind my back and pounded my pussy until I screamed. He took a cheap plastic fly swatter and went right to town on my big, round ass – and I loved it.

In fact as much as that fly swatter stung – and MAN did it sting – that was the best part of it all.

Hubby must have been taking three months anger and frustration out on my arse. I was accepting it for all the things I’d done my Hubby had no idea about.

Lying face down on the bed, tears streaming down my cheeks, I gritted my teeth and took the blows.

WHAP! Whap! WHAP! Oh, Christ, I thought I’d die.

“You’re a dirty little slut,” he’d bark.

“I’m a dirty little slut, Master,” I sobbed – and I really was.

As the next three stinging blows set my arse aflame, I remembered the taste of salty cum and cocoa butter all mixed up on Darren’s pale, torpedo penis.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Oh, it was glorious. Being punished for my sins!

“You’re a bossy little bitch!” Hubby roared. “You need to be taught obedience.”

Oh, God, I did. I just wanted to melt into a little puddle. I just wanted to disconnect my angry, confused, busy brain and drift in dreamless, delicious obedience.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

And then it stopped.

This was my favourite bit. When Hubby lovingly rubbed and caressesed my stinging bottom. When he breathed hotly into my ear.

“You’ll be a good girl, won’t you,” he murmured. “You’ll do exactly what I tell you too.”

“Yes, Master,” the endorphins were racing around my body. I was drunk with them. “I’ll do anything you say.”

“You’ll suck my cock. You’ll offer up your pussy and your arse.”

“Mmmmmm,” I purred in affirmation, biting my lip.

“You’ll do whatever I tell you. To whoever I tell you.”

My pussy was tingling.

“Please, touch me,” I begged.

“Tell me what I want to hear…”

I had no idea what he wanted to hear, but I made a pretty good guess.

“I want to suck your cock,” I groaned. “I want to lick your arse. I want you to fuck me and frig me and use me.”

His thick fingers reached between my thighs. The wet, fleshy folds of my pussy parted for him.

“Oh GOD,” I groaned, nearing the delicious surrender of orgasm.

“I’m going to have you fucked from here to Friday,” Hubby breathed hotly in my ear. “I’m going to screw you until you can’t stand. And then I’m going to let them have you.”

Who’s them, I wondered. As if reading my mind, Hubby purred:

“I’m going to find out just how submissive you can be, my little kitten,” oh, he was going to make me EXPLODE. “I’m going to put you to work on as many cunts and cocks as I can find.”

“You’ll… get… jealous….” I groaned, flashing back to Darren’s dick throbbing and spitting and spurting in my mouth.

“No,” Hubby hissed. “Whoever. Whatever. Whereever.”

His fingers worked their magic. I exploded in a glorious, technicolour orgasm.

I lay there, shuddering and shivering. Hands still tied behind my back, I couldn’t stop Hubby prising open my thighs and sliding his enormous erection straight into the gooey, moist heart of me. His hips banging against my enflamed bum was intense, but I was too exahausted to do anything. I just lay there and took it.

“I can’t wait to watch another man do this,” Hubby grinned, grinding away at me. “I can’t wait to watch you get fucked and suck a big, fat cock at the same time.” As if to demonstrate, he offered his fingers and I obediently, unthinkingly sucked them into my mouth.

Sweet, sweaty surrender. Just to fuck and suck and cum instead of thinking. Just the thought of lying there and satisfying somebody. Anybody.

“I sucked somebody…” I groaned.

Hubby’s pounding slowed.

“W-what..?”

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly.

“While we were fighting,” I explained. “When I went up to Birmingham.”

I swear to God his cock swelled.

“Who was it?” He started pounding me again now, really roughly. “Who the fuck was it?”

“You don’t know him,” I groaned, feeling his penis slid deeply inside of me, massaging my g-spot from an exquisite angle. “He’s just some kid.”

“Did you fuck him?”

“Y…yes…” I groaned. “In the ass….”

Ow! Hubby had just grabbed a fistful of hair and wrenched by head back.

“He fucked you in the arse?”

“No!” I cried. He was hurting me. “I fucked HIM. In HIS arse. With the rabbit. And I sucked him at the same time and…” oh, that had crept up on me, “and…” I let out a low moan… “And I’m cumming!”

Hubby let go of my hair. I flopped down into the covers.

Slap! Slap! Slap! His hips hammered against my arse.

“Did he come in your mouth?” Hubby demanded.

“Yes,” I groaned woozily. “A lot.”

“You fucking slut,” His hand was on the back of my neck, crushing me to the bed. “You fucking little slut. I can’t believe you sucked another guy’s cock…”

And then the delicious moment came.

“…without me being there to see it.”

He dug himself so deeply into me it hurt. The thick, meat missile buried inside of me throbbed. I felt him unloading himself inside my greedy pussy, deeper and harder and more intensely than I’d ever felt him cum before. Even as I confessed my betrayal, I felt more connected and closer to him than ever before in my life.

Giving Me Away

Master’s been pretty explicit in his fantasies the last few days.

Slavery wise, things are going great. Obedient as always, I pause outside the front door when I come home and slip on my collar (which I always keep in my handbag – caused a few raised eyebrows when it fell out while I was fumbling for some gum.)

At home, I leave my clothes neatly folded by the front door and spend the entire time naked.

Hubby… I mean Master… gets his dinner micro-waved for him every night and I obediently supply him with a blowjob or fuck before bed.

But this happy honeymoon period can’t last.

Because I’ve discovered what really turns Hubby on, and it’s got me all jittery. But in a good way. Like when you’re anticipating that first slap on your backside. There are butterflies in my stomach and my mouth goes all dry, but my pussy starts throbbing like it’s got a pulse.

It all started Sunday night, when I was on my knees obediently giving Hubby his early evening blowjob.

Now, before I got into slave mode, blowjobs were purely a Christmas and birthday thing. I guess that’s why Master’s been demanding them at least once a day since we started out little Master/Slave relationship.

And I’m getting pretty good at them. The secret is loads of spit. Seriously, so much saliva it dribbles down his balls.

Anyway. There I was, seven inches of throbbing man-meat obediently lodged in my mouth, one hand between my legs, rubbing my moist cunt to a second orgasm, the second hand cupping his balls and sliding my little finger up to the knuckle in Hubby’s arsehole.

That’s when he starts to get verbal.

“God, you look so sexy doing that…”

Cue an extra little slurp and another gush of moisture between my legs.

“God,” Hubby moaned, “I would love to see you sucking some other guy’s cock.”

And that was what caused problems.

There was a gush of moisture in my pussy – in fact I came, totally without warning… But did I just hear him right? He wants me to blow somebody else.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” Hubby’s eyes were closed. “I’d love to watch you give a hot, sloppy blowjob to some other guy. I’d like to pimp out your slutty mouth,” He thought I had a slutty mouth? Damn, my blowjob technique must have improved. “I’d like to watch you slurping on another massive dick.”

The submissive streak in me started to get really turned on. I did promise to be his sexual slave – a total slave. Did this mean I had to do whatever he asked? Even if it involved doing it to other people?

“You know what would really turn me on, though?” Hubby’s voice was ragged. “I’d like to watch you sucking me dick just as you are now, with your naked arse stuck out like that.”

Obediantly, I stuck my big rump up in the air like he’d demanded.

“I’d like to watch some other guy,” Hubby continued, “grab those cheeks of yours and spread your pussy wide.”

I strummed my clit even as I deep throated his cock. I think orgasm number three was on the cards.

“He’d have a massive dick,” my master rasped, “and he’d slid it inch by inch into your sopping pussy.”

Right now, with my arse stuck up in the air, I think I could have loved to have been fucked. Rubbing my clit was good… But I wanted to feeling of something big and hard and hot inside of me.

“I’d like to see you getting fucked from both ends,” Hubby continued. “I’d like to see him pound you so hard your butt jiggled.”

I wiggled my butt, just for his pleasure.

“Oh, yeah!” Hubby’s eyes lit up. “You’d do that! You’d grind that arse of yours on his big dick and make him cum.”

Hubby’s got throbbed.

“I’d like to see him spurt a huge load right inside of you,” he gasped. “I’d like to see you dripping with cum from both… both…”

Suddenly, he was grabbing my head in his hands.

“Oh fuck! You little slut!”

My mouth was flooded with cum.

I struggled to swallow it all as my own orgasm washed over me. I didn’t do a very good job. As it happened, most of his sperm poured out of my mouth and down my chin. It was a creamy flood!
*******

Some time later, I lay beside Master listening to his soft breathing.

I stared up at the ceiling and considered his little fantasy.

It’s not the first time he’d mentioned watching somebody else fuck me… But I suddenly realised that this little Master/Slave game could make those fantasies come true.

How did I feel about that? About the thought of getting fucked by a strange man. Maybe more than one… At the same time.

Yep, even as Hubby snored beside me, I rubbed out a forth orgasm.

The thing that did it for me was Hubby telling me about the guy cumming inside of me. That turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.

I’m not on the pill and Hubby gets to blow his load inside me maybe once a month, when I’m convinced I’m safe.

But being a slave wasn’t anything to do with being safe.

I was entrusting every decision to Hubby. Including who I fuck… And how they fuck me…

The thought of some stranger spurting cum inside me was almost enough to make me cum. The thought of getting more than one load inside my thirsty cunt.

Oh, God.

Still gasping, I fell right to sleep.

*******

And now I’m left with the post-coital reality of it.

Am I willing to actually go through with something like that, if Hubby ever gets his act together to arrange it?

Would I really let him give me to another man?

Did my submissiveness really mean I’d let some stranger blow his wad inside me?

On the face of it, there wasn’t a chance. At best, I’d wind up pregnant with a stranger’s baby. At worst, I could catch some disease.

But I figured I didn’t need to worry about it until it happened – and with my Hubby’s record – he couldn’t arrange a piss up in a brewery – I doubted it would ever happen.

But damn, could I get off imagining it!