Faithful Husband Finds a New Fuck Ch. 01

"Damn it Damon. When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it without complaining. I have a good mind to spank your ass again." "But honey, I wasn't complaining. I was just..." "Shut the fuck up and do it." Sighing, I went back to the bathroom and prepared to shave my entire body. My wife (who shall still remain nameless) expects to get laid tonight by our neighbor's lover. But that is only going to happen if I suck his cock first. He insisted on the husbands complete surrender. Now I was never a homophobe but I never had the thought that I'd be kneeling in front of a black man and asking if I could suck his cock. Not until now anyway. Our boring marriage had become one that was quickly changing from a mutual partnership to a female led relationship. Some of the changes were a turn on, others, not so much. My wife had been working on me all week. She has denied me orgasms but has dressed provocatively as her new BFF Cindy recommended.

Nadia looks in the mirror for one final check. Long, dark, auburn hair streaked with purple highlights borders her green eyes. Over her black brocade corset, her ample breasts spill, covered only by a black fishnet shirt. Tan muscular calves stretch her tall, laced, black work boots leading to the purple tulle skirt just covering her ass. She applies one final coat of deep-rose lipstick and heads out the door to the club. Walking along the sidewalk, her boots echo in the darkness. Glancing up, the flashing neon sign beckons her. "Enter." She takes a deep breath as her hand grasps the door handle. She reminds herself of the fantasy she has dreamed about so often and is now about to live out in real life. Straightening her back, lifting her chin, Nadia pulls the door open and heads down the dimly lit steps. She enters the dressing room on the left and hangs her coat on the back of the door. Her big black bag sits waiting for her. As Nadia grabs the familiar leather handles, a

The cleaning was agonizing, her insides full to bursting, the toys pushed into Hannah sending the occasional low thrum through her body, Miss Coerator obviously still somewhere within range. There wasn't anywhere she could go, and there was (of course) a camera watching her, mounted on an electronic swivel. As Hannah approached, it twisted around, obviously manually controlled, Miss Coerator probably taking her pleasure somewhere. The thought of that body stretched out, casually playing with herself, probably with Hannah's toys, added even more warmth to her crotch. She'd like to see that woman stretched out on a rack, her firm breasts lashed and whipped! Maybe then she wouldn't be so calm and controlled all the time! A strong buzz started in Hannah's pussy, making her quiver, feeling fluid drip down her thighs, an intense blush of crimson shame coming over her face. She had, at least, managed to make some impact, one of the wooden wall panels now restored to some

Despite everything I still desired him. Still dreamed of his fingers wrapped around my neck. Imagined him commanding me to my knees, and shaking in anticipation and excitement as I do so. It's been so long since I've been touched, wanted, grabbed, fulfilled. The desire to serve, to bow, to obey, burns deeps. It scares me, I wonder if I'll get hurt, put myself in danger. But I crave it so badly. He was in my life for so very long, to never experience him, never to serve him, there's still such a strong deserve to submit. Heightened by my lonliness. What harm does a little fantasy do? My skin, soft and smooth, wearing a lace bralette with sheer, high waisted, black knickers. On top, a black all in one, with a deep v-neck, tight, highlighting my cleavage, my soft round tummy and thick, curvy thighs. Tucked under black denim shorts. It's just coffee but, it makes me feel nice to dress up. And, you never know... I'm wearing a pink belt, with dangling earrings and c

Catherine and Tommy were both 48 and had been married for 30 years. They met in High school and had been childhood sweethearts, dating each other exclusively from the age of 15. Over the years, they had built up their careers- Catherine as a nurse in a senior position in the local hospital and Tommy as a builder finally running his own impressive business supporting their community with a large team of men working under him. Together they raised two children, Charlotte and Jessica who were now adults in their mid-twenties. Both had moved away to raise families of their own with their own husbands. Charlotte was a kindergarten teacher married to Adam, a lawyer. Jessica was more free-spirited, now an artist married to Neal who was a musician. They owned a modest home with two small toddlers. After the girls moved away Catherine and Tommy had experienced the first serious hiccup in their marriage as they struggled to find some structure in the home life they now only seemed to have in th