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228 – Hidden in plain sight

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Sometimes Submission is obvious. When you know what it looks like. Frequently though, people are not looking or aware.

i walk through the grocery store with David and to anyone knowing what a submissive wife looks like, you’d see it plainly when looking at me as we walk together.

Then there’s the non-submissive wives (or husbands) that anyone can see too. NO criticism, just saying they are obvious to me too.

Those are usually the couples who are bickering or even fighting about this or that as they go through the store. They are the ones who can’t seem to agree whether $2.99 for a lb of grapes is reasonable or not. i would tell you one of the biggest reasons to submit is because of the harmony it creates. Life is so much more enjoyable when it is done with joy and harmony. (i wouldn’t argue with David if he said that was too much for grapes. i would simply say “ok” and that’s that!)

And the opposite is true too. i walk through the store watching others as we go, and i see submissiveness in others. When i see another submissive wife, we usually make eye contact, smile, and it signifies the other know how much we approve of one another.

It’s clear if you know what to look for AND you are paying attention. And if you do not or are not paying attention, a D/s relationship becomes hidden in plain sight.

So what does a submissive wife look like in the grocery store anyway? That’s an easy question to answer, because it’s me! i will just tell you how i look and act in the store!

First i will tell you how i look.

In the spirit of A-L-W-A-Y-S have something in or on my body as a reminder of my submission, today i asked David as i was getting dressing, “open or closed?”

He was confused and asked, “what?”

i smiled and said, “Today i was thinking i should either wear the crotchless pants or the chastity belt as the submissive item of the day. So my puss would either be very open or very closed, which would you prefer?”

He smiled at me and said, “while I think you need to have it locked up, I want to have it open today.” So open it should be!

i am physically dressed today with my stretch, yoga-style pants, that have no crotch. There is an opening from the very front to the very back. On my top, i wear a shirt that is extra long, which is more than enough to cover myself. It has a (relatively) deep V-cut neckline, but not too deep. It shows just the top edge of the crevice between each breast, giving a bit of a tease to any onlooker yet leaving much to the imagination too. And lastly, i wear two pieces of jewelry: my wedding ring and a stylish silver choker collar.

There is no bra, and of course, no panties either. There would be absolutely no point in wearing panties with crotchless pants, right?!

When you lay your eyes on me, if you were observant you would likely notice my nipples poking through my shirt, or maybe not. You may also notice my necklace, or maybe not as well. Both are in plain sight. Of course, most people either don’t see or if they do, don’t realize the significance of seeing either of them so my submission is therefore hidden.

Most people assume seeing my nipples is a sign of me being either risqué, a slut, or both. This is at least one reason why i almost always wear my wedding ring and am always standing near my husband. Then again, if they want to assume i am one of those, that’s their decision and i am ok with that. i am proud of being submissive and not ashamed.

And my collar. A submissive collar usually has a circle on it, as does mine. i have more than one collar. i still owe you a post about my collar but that’s not this post either and you’ll have to wait for that one still. i will tell you now though that i frequently wear one of my collars in public. To someone in the know, and observantly watching, they would know it’s a sign of my submission but if you weren’t aware, you’d just think it was a pretty silver choker necklace. Next time you see a choker necklace on a girl while in public, and there’s a circle on it, you’ll now know that she’s a sub! Again, i will tell you more about the collar(s) i own and wear in another post.

Lastly, you wouldn’t see this at all about me but rather David. He sneaks small touches of my puss as we move about the produce aisle, turn the corner to the next aisle, or when reaching to pick up an item. You probably won’t see this though as he does it subtly and you’d have to be paying a LOT for attention to find this. But IF you do see it, you’ll see me allowing it too.

Next i will tell you how i act.

As i have somewhat already said above, i stand tall. i am not afraid to have people see my submission, nor am i embarrassed or worried or turned off or otherwise stressed. In fact, i am proud.

When i walked through the store today, i held my head high and my shoulders back. That’s when you’d have possibly seen my nipples poking through!

If you were to see me, you’d have likely found me following behind David. While i sometimes walk next to him and there’s no official rule about where i must stand in relation to him, the store can be crowded allowing only just enough room to walk in a single file line. When that’s the case, i walk behind. Never in front. Never EVER in front. i follow. i never lead, physically or mentally! This is by choice that i follow and of course mentally too.

If and when you did actually lay eyes on me, i make eye contact and smile. Sometimes i talk to you and say hello, but not always. If you speak to me, i will always speak back though too. If you knew i was submissive, you might be surprised to see that i am not an introvert really and will not appear to shrink when seen or spoken to. i am proud of who i am. i am submissive for sure, but i am not ashamed or afraid of people seeing the real me which is NOT an introvert!

Because i am proud, if you were to ask me about anything, including about my submission, i would answer honestly. People frequently aren’t confident enough to speak to someone else at all, but especially about something so private as a submission collar around her neck even when you know me well! (i wear my collar to work quite frequently and most people think it is a “very lovely necklace!” And no one, absolutely no ONE has ever asked… but i am sure that at least 3-suspect!)

i always walk close to David. He is always within my eye sight, if not within arm’s length. The only exception to that (ever) is if he tells me to go pick up something further away, in which case i oblige.

i generally push the cart and he fills it up. He cooks and i clean. That’s always been our deal, so in the store, he decides what to buy and i just wait for the cart to be filled and we leave.

We make jokes and references about submission when we are in public fairly frequently too. Like today, there was a woman on a mission with her shopping cart. She was rather oblivious about her surroundings and seemingly uncaring too. She took up the entire aisle, criss-crossed, and was set on going where she wanted to. Had the rest of us not moved out of her way, she likely would have plowed into someone. David made a comment about her, to which i said, “Some people think they own the place and that they are in charge.”

David laughed and said, “You never think that. Do you?”

“Absolutely not! But she did.”

“Yes, she did indeed. Maybe someone needs to teach her a lesson.”

And we laugh.

The entire conversation is quiet enough that most wouldn’t hear, but if you did, you’d know it was about submission too.

Today when we left the store, as we drove home David reached over and drew up my shirt exposing my pussy to him. He commented about how pretty it looked just hanging out there.

And then his hand started exploring and playing with it. It swelled at his touch. i became very turned on and was enjoying the attention. He played as he drove. i should have been concerned about his distraction, but i suppose i was distracted beyond the point of concern. Of course, i NEVER say no to his touch. His hand, tongue, or cock is ALWAYS welcome on (or in) my body any day or night or location!

He talked to me and said, “you were a good girl at the store. i love how you wore this outfit today making it easy for me, yet never said a word on the way here.”

i commented, “i knew you knew it was available to you Sir. i knew i didn’t have to say anything, but i was hoping you’d touch me too!”

The more he played, the more aroused i became. i found myself asking to orgasm and he said yes. So i did. i orgasmed right there, in the car, on the freeway, with my puss on display for anyone to see.

Yet, no one did. No one saw me orgasm because they weren’t looking. Just like it’s probable that no one noticed or saw me in the store either.

There’s so much around us that we just don’t notice because we really are just not looking.

So many things are hidden in plain sight. i might can prove to you now that even you weren’t paying attention….. did you look at the photo? What does it look like? Did you see the animals?

Did you see the THREE animals in the photo above? Yes, there are three…. Here ya go!

Hugs,

Marie

227 – Party (and Maintenance) Friday

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S-U-C-C-E-S-S! Our Christmas party was a grand success indeed.

Ultimately it was! Of course, not without some trouble during the day… naturally no day is ever really perfectly organized.

And today was no exception.

We started the day with a Maintenance Friday (MFer!) of grand proportions. David had promised it would be a more difficult maintenance spanking, and it was.

At first, David said he was too busy and maybe we wouldn’t have time for it. It didn’t take but a minute though for me to stress out about rather small things and for David to become completely aware that indeed a rather intense maintenance session was needed.

i was setting out all the alcohol for the event, and it was much. i felt compelled to organize it by type and was stressed about the exact place,ent of it. Thinking of it now seems rather silly actually, but in the moment, it was important to me.

As i was preparing for the party, i was doing so nude in an attempt to be completely exposed … and calm. When i am naked, i have no physical place to hide. Literally. And usually, it keeps my minds calm too. But…. Not on Friday morn.

As i was in a tizzy about the alcohol’s organization, David saw me and asked what i was doing. When I told him, he became rather perturbed. He said, “Maintenance is sorely needed! Go get on the bed now. I will be there when I’m good and ready!”

i kept organizing the alcohol though, and David grabbed up my hand, and looked at me square in the eye and said quite sternly, “Go get on the damn bed NOW!”

So i did.

He left me there for many long minutes. i said prayers as i waited. i asked God to make me calm, to bring David’s hand to help that too, and to let me relax and accept the spanking as i needed to.

And i did. i accepted it. In truth, i needed it. Spankings ground me. They bring me to THAT moment. i can’t mentally or physically be anywhere else. It causes all other stress, thoughts, angst to evaporate. i was actually rather happy to have it.

As he spanked my bottom quite red, in no time at all, he talked to me. He was saying things that required me to focus on his words rather than the intensity of the swats he was delivering.

He said things like, “is there any reason to stress about alcohol?”

And, “You will be calm today, won’t you?”

And, “Does it matter if the alcohol, or anything else, is not organized precisely?”

And, “you have co-workers who can read to find their own alcohol preferences, correct?”

And, “you’ll stop acting like a crazed woman now, won’t you?”

And, “if you do NOT calm yourself, I will bring you right back here tonight and spank your ass for all to hear, even during the party. Do you want that?”

And, “Do you believe that I’ll spank you for all your co-workers to hear?”

And finally, “will you be a more calm, better woman now?”

And with that response, my ass was stinging and bright red. Tears were forming, but not flowing.

He sat me upright, kissed my lips and said, “Now. Will you my good girl today?”

While many of the questions required a yes or a no, and i had to focus on the question at hand to answer properly while in the midst of each swat hitting my ass with extreme intentional intensity, the last question was clear and i answered just as clearly…..

“Yes Sir.”

With that, we continued to prepare for the party. After lunch, the tenuous started building again. David said, “it’s time. I can tell your stress is rising. And with that, you need to be reminded to be submissive. Go put the plug in now!”

So i did. It went in quick, but not without any pain. Sometimes it feels bigger than it is. And of course, of all days, this one it was feeling particularly large! So on top of my ass being turned red on the outside earlier, now it was about to be turned red on the inside too.

i was able to get comfortable with it in, but i knew the night would be long too. Thankfully, it was no time at all and we were off to the restaurant to pick up the food that we had ordered. As we drove, David intentionally went quickly over the speed bumps. When i mentioned how intense the plug felt he said, “that’s good. It will remind you to be submissive even more!”

When we got to the restaurant, the food was NOT ready. In fact, the restaurant seemed confused about the order at all. When David produced the emailed receipt and details of the order, they immediately set about getting the food started. But the timing of the party start time was looming large and the amount of food we needed, made me think we simply didn’t have time. People would be arriving and we wouldn’t even be home!

i said absolutely nothing. But David knows me well enough to know i was am absolute mess inside! With a plug inside and knowing i was to be submissive, i was trying desperately to keep myself in check.

At that moment, i was grateful for the plug! i decided to squeeze my anal muscles on the plug, and release immediately once again. I decided to do it over and again as a reminder to be calm, and to remain Submissive!

David looked at the restaurant staff and said, “she needs a drink.” And he proceeded to take charge of the order and me. He ordered a large, frozen strawberry margarita. When they sat it in front of me, he looked at me and said, “the food will be ready in about 20 minutes. We have plenty of time. We are here early for this express purpose. You need to trust me on this. And you also need to drink this drink in its entirety before we leave here.”

i said just two mere word. “Yes Sir.”

And i sat and drank. And let him be in charge.

Things ended up working out exactly like David said. We were back home in plenty of time. We enjoyed the party thoroughly.

My ass was filled for the duration of the party. i can’t lie, the alcohol did as much for my insides as the plug did. The alcohol allowed the plug to feel so much nicer too! Both the alcohol and the plug allowed me to be the best submissive wife all night long. i stood by David’s side, spoke with kindness, refused to be argumentative, and was calm.

As i climbed into our bed at the end of the night, he praised my ability to be calm. And submissive. Then David touched me sexually. He brought me to orgasm almost immediately. i relished in the feeling as it washed over me thoroughly.

As we turned out the lights he said, “I am sure this was a successful day. We need to do this exact thing every time in the future. Would you agree?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Next party will be so much better now. Sleep well. I love you.”

“I love you too Sir.”

And the lights were turned off and we slept quite well.

See…. It turned out better than the last party! All in all…. an amazing day!

Hugs,

Marie

225 – Cuckquean fantasy

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When i first found out my husband was cheating on me, i was hurt. Badly. It hurt SO much, it took me a very LONG time to overcome. But over time, i have come to realize that watching my husband fuck another woman is a serious turn on for me. To the point that as i look back on it, and reflect about “her,” she would’ve been a perfect girlfriend for us now. But definitely not then. i have thought about it so much, that i’d probably say i could see “her” as the person in this story i am about to tell you.

i have serious fantasies about watching a woman satisfy my husband and i really SO wish this fantasy story i am about to tell you were true. Alas… it is not. Maybe one day…….

It finally arrived! The Fancy Steel chastity belt I have seriously wanted and all but begged to have. It is more durable than the cheap Chinese belt we’ve been using and made to order. Meaning, this belt was made with MY measurements alone and made specifically just for me.

Because of the fit and the durability, Sir can literally lock me in it for days on end if he wishes to. And he wishes to. And THAT turns me on too! His power over me, mentally and physically, is what I crave and now I have both or rather HE has both.

It is Wednesday. As night time approaches, he says, “Time to get ready for bed. Let’s get you locked into your new belt.” And after it’s in place, I have to say… it feels AMAZING! I can tell already it’s not going to chafe in odd places like the Chinese one did since it fits like a glove. Of course, it’s such a great fit, if I thought I might could get a finger to my clit in the one before (which i really couldn’t!) there is NO way to do so now. That’s ok, I shouldn’t be touching what doesn’t belong to me anyway!

While I normally sleep well in my belt, I guess I was so excited to have this new belt that I just didn’t. I couldn’t. Typically when I wear my belt to sleep it allows me to just rest my mind and turn away from the things I shouldn’t even be thinking, let alone wanting to touch! I just tell myself, “go to sleep already. Ignore any feelings of heat and arousal.” (And yes, I feel like I am in HEAT when Sir owns my sex and I’m not allowed to orgasm!)

As Thursday morning comes, I ask permission to be released and he says, “WHY?” When I indicated to use the bathroom, shower, dress…. Aka: daily activities (!) he said, “NO.”

“Wait. What? Why not?”

The words he spoke next were absolutely true. He said, “Because this fitted belt is designed for long term wear and that’s what you’ll be doing now. I will release you at my discretion and at the right times. Now is not the right time. So go do all those things while wearing your new belt and be happy about it too.”

While I was surprised, I was also turned on. My first real challenge in chastity and this will be fun! I hope anyway!

Thursday came. And went. I learned some new skills, like how to use the bathroom in chastity effectively and how to smile when Sir says, “get naked so I can see my beautiful new belt.” And I’m happy. Truly happy.

Friday has arrived. The belt still fitting nicely, but my new reality setting in. “Sir, can I be released today?”

He said yes.

“Wait. What?”

He said, “don’t question my decision.” And he suddenly produced the key, that was otherwise intentionally hidden from me, and just like that I was released. The release felt lovely. While I admit the belt was indeed more comfortable than the cheap Chinese one previously, I was craving the break from it too.

As I walked to the bathroom to shower, he followed me. He’s never done that. When I inquired about it, he said, “You will shower and dry off. And back into the belt you’ll go. I will be watching to ensure you don’t touch yourself anymore than necessary to simply clean it.”

Oh wow. Really? This really IS my new reality. He intends to have me locked up more than not! But this power exchange that he now exerting is seriously a turn on!

I sure enjoyed my shower, maybe a little too much honestly, but not in a bad “get myself in trouble” way. David didn’t say a word, thankfully. And after drying off I laid on the bed to get strapped in once again. I’m not entirely happy about being strapped back in so soon, but I accept it too.

Surprisingly just before officially locking me up, Sir put his tongue on my clit and began to suck. Oh yes, an added benefit for being a good submissive wife! And then I felt his finger go straight up into my pussy just as quickly and as immediately too. OH MY STARS!

His tongue and his fingers felt amazing. It was just a couple of minutes of intense ecstasy when I arched my back and was thanking him for this unexpected pleasure. I was just about to ask if I could orgasm when he pulled his tongue back and his fingers slipped out of my dripping pussy. Suddenly I felt his hand come down hard slapping at my clit, causing me to flinch. Taking me from pleasure to pain in one split second!

He spoke sternly saying, “That’s enough. Anymore and you might just think you can orgasm. But that ain’t happening!”

And just like that, it was all over and I was locked in again. To say I was sexually frustrated was a complete understatement, but mentally I was happy to be a pleasing submissive to my Sir. As always, I thanked him for using me the way he wanted to, even though I had so clearly wanted so much more than what I received!

Friday mid afternoon, I received a text from Sir as I was at work. It said, “Tonight we are going to have my lady friend over. Do you understand what I expect from you?”

Because this wasn’t the first time we’ve done this, I knew exactly what was expected from me as my Sir’s cuckquean submissive wife. I was to:

1) She is my mistress, the same as my husband as my Sir.

2) Get them both ready for sex.

3) Clean them both afterward.

4) Never speak, unless spoken to AND given permission to respond/speak back.

5) and NEVER ask to orgasm. I may or may not get to, but it will be at their discretion and will NEVER be allowed if I insist on asking!

So because I know the expectations, I texted back, “Yes Sir. I do know. And I’m looking forward to it too!” And I meant it too! This is going to be a super fun Friday for sure!

I don’t have ANY real idea or understanding as to why being locked in chastity AND being a cuckquean wife is such a turn on, but to deny that this is how I feel is unnecessary too. I own my truth! And tonight, it is about to be even more real!

He wrote back, “Good girl! I’m looking forward to tonight too!!”

And he knew I really was excited about our upcoming night. I know my services will make them happy, and if I am lucky, they will allow me to participate and/or have an Orgasm, but if not, I understand. But when I follow the rules, I almost always AM allowed to orgasm, so I am always on my best behavior for these date nights too!

As I arrived home from work, Sir was getting ready for our date night already. I wasn’t sure what the plan was, so I asked what I could do to get ready too. He said, “take your clothes off, make up the bed nicely, and kneel beside it. And wait.”

Of course, because he didn’t mention anything about the chastity belt coming off nor did he produce the key, I assumed the belt was to stay in its place. I was naked and in place in no time at all.

While it seemed forever that I had to wait, eventually I heard her voice. Sir wasn’t in the bedroom with me for most of the time I waited, as he was not concerned with me but rather waiting on his girl to arrive from the living room.

I heard the familiar clink of glasses as I realized they were getting drinks from the alcohol cabinet. I then heard them talking and laughing. Followed by a moment of silence, which I suspected was my husband kissing her deeply. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to the feelings of jealousy that sometimes arise, which is what I was feeling at that moment, but probably not what most people would think either. It was the feeling of being left out that was nagging at me, as I wanted to join in, but so far I was not yet invited to do so. I was told to kneel and wait. So that’s what I will do. And in the end, I know that whatever I end up with is intentional and what’s supposed to happen tonight too. At at this exact moment, I’m jealous while I wait.

Eventually they came to the bedroom, they were holding hands and smiling at one another, while each holding a drink also.

She came to me after dropping Sir’s hand. She bent over at her waist where she took my chin in the palm of her hand and tilted it up to greet her. I smiled but I didn’t dare speak. She said, “open your mouth.” So I did.

She poured the remainder of her drink down my throat and I swallowed as quickly as possible since there was a lot left with a seemingly endless flow. I was grateful for what she shared.

She turned to my Sir and said, “I think she liked it. This is a good thing as that’s just the first of what she’s needing to swallow tonight! Now. Where were we?”

With hearing her talk about me and the promise of being used, my pussy was set on fire. I felt my clit swelling, while pressing hard against the steel that was covering it. I pray the belt comes off and they use all my holes tonight!

That’s when she lifted her arms and pulled her shirt over her head, and she dropped it to the floor. She had no bra on. Sir set his drink on the table and grabbed up her beautiful boobs, one in each hand and began kissing her passionately. I was watching, but not speaking. How I soooo wanted to hold her breasts in my hands and touch her nipples with my tongue. I wanted to suck her nipple hard and cause her pussy to drip and get wet for my Sir, the way my pussy was now! That wasn’t what I was allowed to do though. Instead, I just sat and watched, while waiting to see if I would be used at all. And the more I watched, the more my pussy started to throb. I knew I was dripping wet already, and no one, including me had even laid a finger on my body.

That’s when Sir looked at me and said, “Hey wife… I know you are distracted, but I need you to focus and quit daydreaming! You need to be taking my pants off now. You need to start getting me ready.”

I snapped to attention. I was so excited to be invited to participate! I reached up and unzipped his jeans and pulled them to the floor as he was still kissing and fondling her breasts. I wedged myself between his legs and hers, and took his cock in my mouth and began to suck it hard. He continued to kiss her and rub her boobs. I heard him moan at the same time I also felt his cock swell in my mouth.

He pulled back and said, “ok, that’s a good girl. But don’t forget, you need to get my girl ready too.”

She had on a skirt, so all I had to do was lift the bottom of it over my head where I found she wasn’t wearing any panties at all. I lifted myself up on my knees to greet her sex, where I started to lick her pussy. I decided to use my one hand to stroke Sir’s cock to keep him hard, while I used my other hand to stick a single finger up deep inside her pussy!

With my tongue trying to duplicate to her what my Sir does to me, and my hands working too, I struggled to coordinate my motions and my thoughts. Everything was happening so quickly and my mind was racing! I found myself thinking about how Sir was doing this very thing, licking my pussy, just 12-hours prior as he was getting me ready for the day after my shower! Of course, I wasn’t allowed to orgasm but I know that’s exactly what his girl will be doing very soon.

Suddenly I felt her move her feet, right along with her pussy too, which caused my lips to loose the suction I had established. This was a cue to change our positions though too. After shedding their remaining clothing, they both laid on our bed. The bed that is mine and Sirs usually, but not tonight.

I stayed kneeling on the floor waiting for further instructions when I heard her say, “Didn’t you tell me her new belt came in?”

Sir said, “Yes, it did. She’s wearing it now. Wife, stand and show my girl your new fashion.”

So I did. And she gasped and said, “oh, wow, it looks amazing! Do you just simply love it?”

At first, I wasn’t sure if she was asking me or Sir that question, and since I knew better than to speak without permission I stayed silent.

That’s when she said, “Cuckquean. I asked you a question and I’d like an answer.”

I said, “Yes ma’am. I do like the way it looks and also how it feels too. But I would be lying if I didn’t say that I hope it will come off tonight and I will be invited to play with both of you.”

That’s when I heard her almost choke on her spit or maybe she was choking down a laugh. I couldn’t exactly tell. At the same time Sir said, “oh my love, I’m so sorry but that’s not in either of our plans. The belt stays on. Know your place tonight my good girl!”

I was mildly disappointed but didn’t want it to show and said, “Yes Sir.” Oh shit! I had verbalized my response. He said, “I don’t remember asking for a response. Assume the Position. NOW!”

I wasn’t allowed to speak! But I did. I fucked up in a big way! I immediately moved to get into the position for discipline.

Sir then said to his girl, “I’m very sorry about her miscue and bad behavior. She knows better than this. I regret that I have to take a minute to discipline her now, but I do hope you’ll be understanding too. I will make it up to you. I promise.” And I heard the tell tale sound of kissing lips.

To which his girl said, “I’d love to teach her a lesson if you’d allow me. She shouldn’t have caused us to be distracted from one another causing a delay to my much needed orgasm. That was incredibly obnoxious and rude of her and I’d like to teach her a lesson! Will you allow it?”

Sir handed her the paddle and he said, “by all means.”

Double shit. This is going to fucking hurt!

I heard her say, “I’m going to deliver 10-very-hard stinging swats. Then you’ll thank me and we won’t hear your voice the rest of the night.”

And without delay and quite immediate, the paddle collided with my ass where the belt barely moved. I am glad to have the fitted one on now as it held up nicely! And she didn’t lie, that swat hurt! One after another. She reigned down fast and furious while saying things like, “be a good wife!” And “do not be an interruption ever again!” And, “if you want to fucking orgasm ever again, you best act better than this!”

And with the last one, she paused with the paddle resting against my ass and said, “and now. The last one!”

SMACK!

Tears fell from my eyes after just the third one, and I was grateful she didn’t make me count aloud even though I had done so in my head. After the last one I uttered, “Thank you Ma’am.”

That’s when she said, “now make yourself actually useful! Do your job cuck! Get on the bed and lay on your back. I’m going to sit on your face so you can get me ready to accept your husband’s big hard cock!”

Of course, I moved quickly into position and worked to dry my tears in the process. As I lay flat on my ass, it hurt! I felt how raw my ass was. She tore it up in no time at all! It genuinely hurt to lay against the sheets but I wasn’t about to complain!

I immediately began to lick at her pussy, but from how wet she was already, I could tell she enjoyed spanking me too. My face was covered with her pre-cum juices as I lapped at her sex with genuine interest. Suddenly all the bad of the spanking was gone and the good of licking her delicious pussy was amazing! I became needy and was licking as fast and hard as I could. I needed this!

While we were doing these things, Sir was laying on the bed next to me stroking his cock. He said, “wow, that is such an amazing view. Seeing my submissive wife’s ass turned red by my lovely girlfriend’s hand. And now seeing her lapping at your pussy like she’s never been fed before! And you, my girl, looking deliciously happy. This is the hottest thing I’ve seen in awhile.”

That’s when Sir beckoned to his girl and said, “But now babe, I’m so ready to feel your pussy around my cock.”

She looked down at my face as I was still sucking her and she said, “oh guess what? I’m about to get fucked by YOUR husband’s cock! And guess what I’m about to do that you won’t be doing tonight?” She mockingly answered her own question by bringing her hands together to form the letter “O” while saying the word… O-R-G-A-S-M.

i felt Sir straddle my body where his legs pressed against the chastity belt, causing me to be keenly aware of the position I found myself! He pushed his girl face forward where her pussy still hovered over my face while her body was pressed into the doggie style position above me. She was on all fours, on top of my face. I felt my Sir shimmy up my body and say to me, “good wife, take my cock and position me to be able to penetrate her opening.”

I lifted his cock off my face and pushed it close to her opening. As I held it still, he pressed further forward and his cock disappeared into her wet and waiting pussy.

I watched as I saw every inch of my husband enter into his girlfriend’s needy pussy. There was nowhere to go. And nothing for me to do. There was no escape for me. I was physically pinned between her pussy and his cock as I watched him fuck her harder and harder.

My pussy throbbed under its lock and key. I felt it, but could do little to alleviate the ache that it caused. I arched my back and pressed my pussy hard against the belt’s front plate, hoping to feel some relief. To no avail! My pussy throbbed with need that was going to be left unsatisfied.

All this happened mere inches above my nose!

Sir said, “Good wife, put out your tongue and lick my balls as they move back and forth. You need to do your best to keep me happy while I keep her happy.”

His girl was indeed feeling happy. She was getting all the stimulation I so yearned to feel too. As my husband fucked her harder and faster, she suddenly let out the words, “oh fuck yah! I’m about to orgasm. Don’t stop! I want you!”

All the same things I wanted to say and feel, she was getting! And all I could do was enjoy the slap of his balls against her pussy and my tongue.

It was a mere hot minute more when I felt her back arch where she ended up pressing the front of her pussy hard into my face, covering my nose. That wasn’t exactly her intention, but it was what I felt too. As she did, she exhaled deeply. I could tell she was feeling that tell tale moment of orgasm release where everything just floods out. That was enough to send Sir to the edge of his orgasm too.

He said, “subbie, get ready to feel my cum on your face!”

As he started to climax, he pulled himself out of her, pressed his cock downward and orgasmed mostly down my throat, but also over my face too! It was hot and sticky cum that covered me.

They moved off of me and Sir said, “go clean your face and come back to clean us.”

As I moved from the bed, my belt made the usual clank sound making its presence known to all. I wiped off my face, and headed back to the bedroom where I found them snuggling together while laying on their backs, side by side, kissing gently.

He looked at me and then at Sir and said, “can we keep her in that belt every time I am over? I don’t want her to ever think you prefer her crappy cunt over my warm soft pussy.”

I heard all this as I was climbing onto the bottom of the bed. I began crawling up to lick Ma’am clean. As I was licking, I must’ve gotten a little too ambitious as she said, “Fuck! Stop sucking me so hard! You are supposed to be cleaning me not sucking me!”

She then said to Sir, “Your stupid fucking wife is apparently wanting more and trying to be greedy in her attempts to get it. She obviously doesn’t know her place right now!”

Sir sat up, looked me in the eye and said, “Stop! Stop being a fucking brat submissive!”

I slowed up and got them both cleaned up properly, while my pussy was aching for relief that I now knew would not be granted. After which, his girl dressed and said, “unfortunately I need to head home tonight.”

He saw her to the door and told me to wait patiently. When he came back, he came to me and kissed me passionately, while pulling on my nipples. He said, “That was some amazing sex for me, how was it for you?”

I responded, “while I loved being your cuckquean, submissive wife… as I always do, would you now allow me to be released to orgasm too Sir?”

He said with a pity look on his face, “oh, no …. certainly not my good girl. You’ll be this way for awhile. It’s good for you! Maybe I’d have allowed it if you had been a better Cuckquean tonight. Having to spank you in the beginning followed by your intense sucking at the end was not some of your best moves tonight. But alas, maybe next time! You didn’t earn it tonight and after you stay belted for awhile still, you’ll have plenty of time to rethink your actions. I bet next time you’ll really do better! Am I right?”

“Yes Sir. I was a little too zealous tonight. I’m sorry Sir.”

He shrugged and with that, he ended the conversation by saying, “now that I’m well relaxed, it’s time to go to sleep. Maybe another week in the belt and another opportunity to be a better cuckquean will earn you the release you are seeking. Until then, sleep well my love.”

With that, he turned out the lights. In the dark, I heard him say, “I love you my dear and I know you are a good submissive wife. Right?”

Of course, I responded, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir for your love.” I am always happy to submit and happy to be used for my Sir’s pleasure, but hopefully next time, I will also be allowed release… from the belt AND to Orgasm along with them.

I won’t deny… my pussy is probably going to be keeping me awake tonight and every night for the next week with the throbbing and aching it now has to endure without hope of release!

Hugs,

Marie

PS in real life, I am soaking wet and dripping now just from writing this! This is a serious turn on and maybe one day it can be a reality, at least once anyway!

223 – December Blinders

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December is supposed to be the “most wonderful season of all,” at least according to all the Christmas season songs. i find it can be the most hectic and busiest time of all.

And when i get busy… i get stressed…. And the way i deal with stress is to get laser focused on the task at hand, get it done, and checked off the list. Kinda like a race horse with blinders on, i put on my blinders and get focused.

Blinders, as shown in the photo, on a race horse is done to allow it to just focus on what’s straight ahead: the finish line.

As i was searching for the perfect race horse blinder photo, i saw these words on a website that described why a race horse wears the blinders:

Horses wear blinders in order to keep them focused on the job in front of them, not on any external disturbances such as cars, sirens, fireworks, or horse-drawn carriages that would otherwise cause the horse to spook and possibly cause damages or harm to itself.

That first sentence…. “Focused on the job in front of them,” resonates with me. While i do NOT wear actual blinders (come on peeps, i am not that crazy…. Or am i? Lol), that’s how my mind gets when i get stressed with a to-do list a mile long… focused.

Well….. THAT is when i am not at my most-best-submissive self either.

And THAT leads to trouble.

i mean, i have things to do. Who has time to slow down, chose my words properly, deliver the words with correct tone, and say “Sir.” That is all superfluous. Right?? W-R-O-N-G!

So yes, my friends, i went from being the most-submissive wife last month (while being denied O’s) to being on-a-mission to get stuff done and forgetting to be my husband’s submissive wife this month.

NOT a recipe for success.

Yesterday was one such day. We had several of my husband’s coworkers to our house for a Christmas party. Beforehand, as we were setting up, we were working together to get stuff set out and doing well. Until we weren’t.

David asked me, “should we move these chairs?” as he was referring to the dining room chairs set around the table that was now repurposed for the food in a buffet line and wouldn’t be used as a seating/earring table.

So i said, “where?” As in, “ok, let’s move them… but i’m not sure where would be best… just back away or to a useful place? What did you have in mind?”

What David heard was, “And where would you think we should put them? There’s no logical place, and it’s not necessary, people can move the, if they get in the way… we have other things to do, so ……”

Again… laser focused, no time for excess words…. And … yah, in trouble i was!

He was immediately angry. He looked at me and said, “When I make a suggestion, it’s important. You do not need to question me. Either you’ll be submissive and do as I say or we won’t do this at all. Do I make myself clear?”

i was in shock honestly. i didn’t understand what the problem was actually. Here’s what went through my head……

i said, “where?” What was there that i was questioning? Why is he mad? i thought i was being helpful, submissive, and getting things done. What does he mean by “you’ll be submissive..or we won’t do this at all.”….. being submissive is who i am, not an air i put on. i can’t NOT do it. Does he mean he won’t be my Sir? He wasn’t saying we wouldn’t be married and we won’t do MARRIAGE at all, was he?”

I WAS CONFUSED.

So when he said, “Do I make myself clear?” My ultimate thought was “ NO, not really!”

Thankfully, what came out of my mouth next was, “YES.”

But…. Of course…. i didn’t say, “Sir.” Nor did i respond any too quickly. There was a distinct pause in my response (see above for all the things i was thinking about!! That took a hot minute!)

That’s when he said, “your response makes your position clear.”

And he stood there staring at me, expecting a better response and more words to come from my mouth. Of which, i strongly debated if i should stay silent OR spew out all the paragraph of thoughts that went through my mind! (See above again.)

i knew if i said anything at all, we would be in a fight. I also knew he was expecting more from me.

Oh-good-grief. What a disastrous start to this party! Now i was just annoyed.

And at that very moment, i was saved by the bell. Literally, our door bell rang. Our first guest arrived. And he went to answer it. Thankful for the reprieve, the party was officially started. (It had to get better from here, right?? YES it did!)

i honestly figured all would be done and forgotten then as we entertained, ate, drank, and hours of conversation passed. But at the end, after all the guests left and we were cleaning up, David looked at me and said, “so…. Tell me what you were thinking when the door bell rang.”

OH CRAP. Really?? Ok, fine, i will tell you. But you just TOLD me to tell you. i can’t together in trouble for speaking my mind when i was told to, right??

So i told him. Just like i told you above.

And no, i didn’t get in trouble. Nor did we get in a fight. It’s probable it would’ve done one of those (trouble or fight), had I said it earlier, because there was emotion involved. However, by the time the words flowed, the emotion had subsided on both sides, which was a good thing!

Instead of trouble, he put his arms around my neck, leaned down and kissed me, and said, “I guess my suggestion should have been worded differently, but so should your response. Would you agree?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl. Now let’s go to sleep and do better tomorrow, shall we?”

“Yes Sir.”

And it ended well. But….. i need to take the blinders OFF some too. i don’t need to be so laser focused on perfection, getting to the finish line, or getting everything done even!

That same horse website mentioned previously said this about “why doesn’t the horse wear blinders all the time?”…

If worn all the time, however, blinders would get in a horse’s way. He may not spot the cool stream to his left or the tasty mound of hay to his right. He could run through a wide meadow unable to quench his thirst or satisfy his hunger.

i need to remember to slow down, look around, and remember who i am….

David’s submissive wife.

(Or else next time i likely WILL run into real trouble!)

Hugs,

Marie

222 – Sharing me with his BFF – fiction – Part II

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This is a continuation of the previous post, so if you haven’t read the first part, you really should do so first.

Sir looked at his friend and asked him, “well, would you want her to stay with you tonight?”

Our friend David looked at me, then looked at my Sir and said, “if you are sure this is ok by you, then yes, I’d love to release some of the pressure that’s built up over the last few months.”

While looking from me to David, he added, “but I must warn you both, my ex-wife caused me a lot of stress and took a lot of money from me in the process. I’m still pretty angry with her at how she just used and abused me like that, so I’m not sure how nice I can be tonight.”

My Sir let out a laugh and said, “Don’t worry my friend, we both know how much pent up anxiety you’ve had. Use my wife’s holes anyway you’d like and allow yourself to have fun. My wife provides the best stress reliever there is! Which is ultimately why I wanted to share her with you too. I knew you needed to pound away at a woman tonight way more than I did. She’s tough and can handle anything you give her. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I smiled and said, “oh Yes Sir.” Then looking at our friend, I added, “Tonight is about you Sir.”

My Sir looked at me and said, “Now you know my love, that tonight is not about you. You may or may not get to orgasm, depending if David allows it. But your needs are irrelevant tonight. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, I do indeed understand and I wouldn’t have it any other way!,” is how I responded.

Sir looked at his friend and said, “This is one time you need to be completely selfish and let her be the whore she is for you tonight. Of course, she’s actually better than a whore, because she comes to you free of charge.”

Our friend smiled and said, “it’s rare that I get anything for free. People see my money and want to know how much they can have. You are a true friend!”

Sir then said, “it’s the least I can for my Best Friend! I knew you needed this and I have the cure for you! Be sure to use her to get every ounce of happiness you seek and all she will ask in return is that you snuggle a bit with her at the end. That’s when you’ll need to reassure her that she’s made you happy and that she’s a good girl.”

He continued. “If you want to let her orgasm, you can but you don’t have to. She will ask when she feels she needs to orgasm, but she always seems to ask before she truly needs it too. I almost never say yes the first time she asks but tonight, it’s your call. Maybe you want to feel that orgasm of hers glide over your cock welcoming it more into her folds. It’s up to you.”

Finally he said, “I only ask though that if she is not completely compliant and attentive to you and your needs, you punish her before the night is through. She knows her place and she needs to know you will keep her in line. All good?”

With that, our friend David smiled, gave my Sir the kind of man-shake hug that men do while patting each other on the back with their free hand.

Our friend drew back and said, “thanks man. Not many people would be so kind.”

Sir replied, “you’re my best friend, what’s mine is yours. I’m glad I can help.”

I was just watching this entire exchange from the bed, patiently waiting to be acknowledged. At that moment is when Sir came to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, while facing me squarely and said, “be a good submissive slut wife tonight. If you aren’t, in addition to whatever punishment David gives you, I may well do more at home tomorrow. Don’t embarrass me with my friend. Do you understand?”

I was so excited to be shared with his friend and possibly make this a future thing too, that I smiled at David and then looked to my Sir said, “oh yes Sir. I know my responsibilities tonight. I won’t let either of you down. Thank you Sir!”

My Sir kissed me then and said, “alright, have fun you two. I’ll see myself out now.”

And he left the room, with me on the bed naked and David fully clothed standing and staring. I wasn’t too sure David knew how to start. He was like a little school boy at that moment, so with my hand I beckoned him to me with a sly grin, I said, “Come to me Sir.”

And he did. I raised up on my knees and moved to kiss him. My hands found his zipper at the same time and unzipped his pants. He let them fall to the floor.

I started to reach for the buttons of his shirt when I felt his hands moving that way already. So instead, I pulled his boxers down and let those hit the floor too.

While he finished taking his shirt off, I moved my face down to his cock. I slid my mouth down upon it with my hands cupping at his balls, and proceeded to start sucking him harder than he already was. I was moving slowly and gently, kneading his balls with my hand as my mouth stroked at his cock.

I heard his shirt drop, followed by a sigh of happiness. He said, “Damn woman, David taught you to suck cock like a pro!”

Hearing those words of encouragement, I was inspired to do more. As I started to move more swiftly, that’s when he grabbed either side of my head with both of his hands and he held my face still. He started moving his cock in and out, face fucking me. He started going faster and faster, and that’s when he jammed his big cock down my throat. I was concentrating on not gagging as I knew I shouldn’t.

He did this over and over again, and then with one big jab he pushed as deep as he could go and held it there for what felt like an eternity but likely only a few seconds. As he held it deep inside my throat, it cut off my air way and I almost pulled back from fear of not being able to breath. But at that moment, he released the hold on my face with his hands and pulled his cock out of my mouth.

While climbing onto the bed, he said, “you are a good fucking whore! I’m already impressed with how well you are trained. David has done an amazing job with you!”

“Thank you Sir. I’m glad to be able to serve you.”

“Let’s see what else can you do! Now lay on your back woman with your legs spread wide.” And I did so with a smile on my face.

“I’m already impressed with one hole, but now it’s time to try out another.”

He climbed on the bed between my legs and he said, “put my cock to your opening so I can use you the way I need to.”

I said, “Yes Sir,” as I reached between my legs and took hold of his cock. I pulled it close to my pussy’s opening as he then pressed forward to penetrate me.

After pressing in just one inch, he paused. He looked me in the eye and said, “do you think I’m going to be nice to you tonight?”

“I’m not sure Sir. But does it matter?”

“You’re right. It doesn’t!”

And he pressed all the way forward, balls deep, as far into my pussy as he could go. All in one swift move. I gasped as i felt the depth of his cock inside me. Then he swiftly pulled back all the way to the tip, and pressed deep once again in one more swift move.

Both times, I felt his cock spread my lips wide. His cock felt so damn good inside this needy pussy, so I told him that too.

It got him motivated to pound me hard and fast for the next many minutes. I was loving every minute of it. I said, “Sir, your cock feels completely amazing. Thank you for giving me this time with you.”

Suddenly, he collapsed on top of my chest, and just as quickly he rolled us both. I found myself on top of him just that quickly. He pressed me up to a sitting position. He grabbed my nipples, one in each hand, and he squeezed. That’s when he said, “Now you need to ride my cock like the bitch you are. Show me how much you want my cock inside you. Don’t stop until I allow it either!”

I started grinding on his cock in earnest. I was moving forward and back, going faster on his thick cock. He held tight of my nipples, so as I moved back my nipples were held taut and hurt. I reached up to my tits and grabbed the base of them, in an attempt to give them a little comfort. I didn’t dare ask him to let go, but I sure wanted to.

He said, “You are a talented woman, but I’m going to make you better! I can tell my firm touch to your nips is causing you a bit of pain but I think it’s nothing compared to that paddling you took earlier tonight. So let them be and relish in the thought that this makes me happy. Let go of your tits and let me pull at them as I wish.”

As he spoke, I felt my pussy contract. He was right. This was all good for me, My pussy squeezed hard on his cock and I said, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

He suddenly let go of my nipples, and grabbed at each of my ass cheeks. He said, “now move woman!” And he started helping me move me up and down on his rigid member. I moved swift and we were both nearing orgasm.

I asked, “Please Sir, may I cum?”

He grunted out, “NO. Not until after I do! I’m going to cum deep in this cunt and I want to enjoy this moment on my own!”

I kept going. I felt his cock flexing hard. I was getting tired and I really wanted to orgasm. I asked again. This time when I asked, he slapped hard at my already-sore ass, and he yelled, “Fuck! I said no, I meant no! Get me off and then we’ll talk!”

“Yes Sir.”

I started working his cock in earnest. I wanted him to orgasm in my pussy so much, I started telling him that too. “Please Sir, use my hole to dump your cum deep into. You deserve to have a willing and accepting hole for your precious gift. I wish your ex-wife would’ve realized the precious gift you had to offer. But make no mistake Sir, I am grateful to be your cum dump now!”

I worked his cock as he helped by pressing my ass back and forth too. His head rolled back and he said, “oh baby, I need to cum! Keep working my cock. Don’t you fucking stop I’ll use that paddle on you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week!”

“Oh God Sir, you have the magic words to turn me on. I really need to cum Sir!”

“Then you better fucking get me off quick so you can have yours!”

It was just another minute, when he suddenly gripped at my ass holding me firmly on top of his cock. He didn’t let me move. His cock was so deep inside me and filled me so thoroughly, but I knew it was at that moment he was filling me even more with his seed. I felt his dick flex in my pussy.

It was then that he said, “NOW you may cum!” And he brought his hand around to my clit and started flicking at it. I asked, “may I ride you another minute Sir?”

He said, “absolutely. But you best be quick because as you milk the last of my cum from my dick, I’ll be soft soon too.”

I became hungry for my orgasm. Time was of the essence and I wasn’t going to miss out. With his fingers caressing my clit and my determination, I rode his cock as hard as I could, as fast as I could. I needed to feel it deep. And it was only a minute later I screamed out, “Sir. I need to cum. Now.”

He said, “that wasn’t a question. But yes, you may orgasm.”

That was all I needed to hear! I let the the orgasm engulf me entirely. It washed over me entirely. I went rigid almost immediately and just relished in the feelings.

I felt my clit pulse as the blood flexed through my veins. And that’s when I collapsed on top of my new Sir’s chest.

I rested there for a few minutes. He allowed me to gain my composure there as he stroked my back and told me I was a good girl over and over, which I cherished thoroughly.

He rolled me to his side, where we were then laying together spooning. We rested there a good long time, and I fell asleep just that way. I’m not too sure if he slept or not but I wasn’t concerned about him. I knew he was happy, and that allowed me to just fully relax.

We laid that way for several hours. I slept so well in his arms, and I think he enjoyed me there with him too.

I don’t know what time it was when I awakened, probably 3 or 4 am, but I felt his arm hooked under my hips where he was clearly moving me into a particular position.

He must’ve figured out I was awakened, because before i could say a word he said, “hush baby girl. Don’t speak. I need to use another hole now though too. My ex never let me fuck her ass, and I’m going to fuck yours the way I wanted to fuck hers. Hard and fast! I’m going to own your ass and you’ll let me do it too.”

He added, “I want you on all fours. Now. Get into position and do not move until I allow it. Do you understand me?”

While still trying to wake up but also trying to be compliant, I responded with, “Yes Sir.”

With his arm on my hips and my help, I was immediately on all fours. And I heard him say, “I’m going to mount you like the dog I want you to be. You are my bitch and I’m going to fuck your ass hard.”

“Please Sir, use me as you want.”

“Oh believe me, I’m going to use you now for my pleasure. I don’t give a fucking rat’s ass if you orgasm, or how many times. Don’t even ask. In fact, don’t say a fucking word! What I care about is filling your ass with my cum. Just know, I’m not going to be nice or easy. I’m going to aggressively fuck you. Starting now….”

With that, I felt the tip of his cock start to enter my ass. I prepared to feel the pressure that I always dread as it starts to press against my sphincter muscle. I love anal sex, but not the first pressure that builds before the dick gets past that muscle.

I hold my breath. Despite his words, he was kind. He went slow. As I felt the pressure start to build, I gasped. He paused, and said, “get ready. I’m about to press on through. Are you ready?”

“Yes Sir. I’m ready.”

I pressed outward, opening my muscles to allow more room for his cock. And just like that, he pressed hard and fast. He was immediately as deep as he could be inside my ass. I gasped in hard. I knew how his cock felt in my puss, but he sure felt so much bigger now in my tighter ass hole too. He held that for just a minute and let me catch my breath.

Then he said, “that’s the last I’ll be nice. Now it’s all about me.”

“Yes Sir. I understand. I’m here for you to use.”

He said, “I don’t need to hear your approval. I know what you’re here for. If you don’t though, you are about to find out! Don’t speak another word!”

With that, I pushed my hand down between my legs and started playing with my clit while he started pounding my ass. I know he saw me reach down to play with myself, but I figured unless he said I couldn’t I would! And he didn’t, so I did!

He was popping my ass as he pulled in and out every time. I was loving how he was plugging my back hole. The more he pegged me, the more I played with my clit. Suddenly, I was in a full orgasm! As I did, all my muscles flexed hard. But it was short lived. David was not impressed.

He immediately slapped hard on my (still) tender ass. He said, “focus woman! I said you could orgasm, but not if you are going to get all selfish and not allow me to have your undivided attention!”

“Now stop playing with your clit. Focus on me and making my cock happy! I’m going to fucking cum in your fucking ass. And you’ll thank me for it when I’m done.”

That’s when he grabbed onto my collar and pulled back. He said, “this collar is useful. I’m going to use it to keep you in this exact position while I fuck you as hard as I can.”

And with that, he started pounding away at my ass. In and out. Over and again. I heard him muttering things like, “give it to me bitch!”

And “I’m going to fill this hole so it drips for hours!”

And “your ass feels like the best I’ve ever had.”

After all this, even without my fingers touching my clit, I felt it come up. My next orgasm. I was about to orgasm without even having any touch to my pussy. It was coming entirely from my ass being pumped over and again.

And finally, I heard him say, “Fuck! I’m cumming now!”

And he slammed into my ass, held himself tight against me, and I felt his cock flex in my ass as he dumped his seed deep inside me. Again.

And that was all I needed. I felt it some over me just like that. I orgasmed that fast. I didn’t even expect it to happen then, but it creeped up and eeked out. It over took me slowly and softly. I loved it!

He collapsed onto my back and whispered in my ear, “I love all your holes so much. I love that David my best friend and he has trained you this well. You make me happy.”

I thanked him thoroughly. I was so happy he was using me the way he was.

That’s when we fell asleep once more together again. His arms wrapped around me and we slept so well.

When we finally awoke and he took me home, he thanked David for allowing me to pleasure him. Then he asked my Sir, “can I start seeing her regularly?”

David said, “Sure man! What did you have in mind?”

And with that our friend, and my new Second Sir, said, “I’d like to hump her weekly… on hump day!”

David laughed saying, “I’m glad to hear she performed well for you. You have a deal! Every hump day you have a submissive wife at your beckon call!”

I walked up to my new Second Sir and said, “I’ll see you on Hump Day Sir!” I blew him a kiss and he left.

My husband then turned to me and asked, “have a good time, did you baby girl?”

I responded, “oh yes Sir. I love having a second Sir now and I’m glad to make you both happy.”

That’s when my Sir said, “then let’s go make me happy now too. Take your clothes off and I’ll see you in the bedroom in 5!”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir!”

The end.

Hugs,

Marie