A Wife's Point Of View

oldbearswitch please do go on, I'm very keen to learn from your experience!

Once in the basement I told my husband I was very annoyed at him for spying on me. As I tied his hands to the wooden beam across the cieling I told him he was a pervert. How could he crouch there behind the door, drooling slave slime from his useless little cock while his poor wife got fucked senseless by some kid?
My talk had the desired effect and he was groaning in pain from the Iron Maiden and the Kali Bracelet as I secured his feet to a spreader bar. I told him I was sick of his whining, removed my pajama bottoms and slipped them over his head, tying the legs in a knot across his mouth. Then, to further muffle him, I removed my pink furry dressing gown and draped it over his head, using the belt to tie it tightly around his neck.
I told him I was going to show him what I thought of perverts who spied on their wives and wimps who didn't dare interfere when real men wanted to fuck their wives.
Retrieving a bamboo cane from a cupboard, I swished it through the air a couple of times, laughing as my loving husband flinched each time. I asked him if he had any idea how pathetic he looked, strung up by his wife in a sissy maids outfit, smothered in her bedtime wear, waiting to be punished for whatever reason I felt like using. He mumbled something I couldn't make out and I told him to shut up.
I told him I was going to show him once and for all, who was in charge. I was going to show him that I could give him intense pleasure or intense pain, whichever I chose, whenever I chose. I was going to show him that the dividing line between the two was surprisingly narrow.
Just then the phone started ringing upstairs. I was going to ignore it but then I thought it was a good oportunity to show hubby how unimportant he was. I could build his excitement to fever pitch and then dump him to answer a stupid phone call.
I saw him relax as I climbed the stairs to answer the phone in the kitchen. It was my young lover, Tom. He was sorry to bother me but was worried he might have gone a bit too far with his comments as he left. I laughed and reassured him that he had played his part to perfection. We talked some more then I said I had to go, blew him a sloppy kiss and returned to my twitching nervouse husband.

A groan of agony...or was it pleasure....escaped my poor hubby's dressing gown wrapped head as I ran my long finger nails up each of his trembling thighs. This was going to be so much fun!
As I knelt in front of him I had to force myself not to laugh at my own wickedness. The head of his cock was deep purple and swollen where it protruded from the nasty spiked ring. I could only imagine how much it must hurt. Then there were the other larger spikes inside the Iron Maiden which must have been digging pittylessly into the base of his cock and the underside of his balls.
Opening my mouth I slowly engulfed the angry looking head. He actually screamed then, I mean really screamed. From excuisite pleasure or agonising pain? I wasn't sure. I don't think he was either. So, I'd kept my promise hadn't I?
I actually got a little scared though. What if I caused him serious damage? Maybe I should stop? As I slid back my mouth I sucked gently at the very end of his cock. It seemed even bigger and darker than before. Was it possible for a cock to actually burst, I worried.
He cried out again as my soft warm lips deserted his long deprived and suffering rod of flesh. This time though it was a plea and a desperate one at that. Accompanied by him thrusting his hips blindly forward seeking out a return to the torture of my cruel lips. A little relieved that the pleasure must b outweighing the pain for him, I giggled and thrust out my tongue, driving it into the pulsing hole at the tip of my husband's manhood. Another scream....lust this time, pure animal lust!
Standing up quickly I collected my cane and swished it threateningly through the air. I told him that he'd experienced the pleasure I could grant him, now I was going to show him the pain which I could give, just as easily.
I'm a little nervous when it comes to beating my hubby's ass. I find it so hard to judge how hard to hit. With my bare hand I can feel how hard I'm hitting. With my hairbrush I've learned to go by the warm pink glow it produces. A cane though is so remote for the user. I decided to try to produce nice pink lines across his skin. You have to pause a while as they take a little time to develop as the skin swells. I find that to be a more acurate way to judge. If I went by my slave husband's squeals and writhings I'd stop after one, then he'd be complaining afterwards that I was too lenient with him. Well, I wouldn't be getting any complaints today!

Three nice parallel red lines across both cheeks, then back to my knees. Just my tongue now though, I wouldn't want to spoil him. Running the moist tip from his blue swollen balls, across the diamond spot and on to the leaking slit. Then it was back to my feet, three more lines of pain then a few words of encouragement whispered in his dressing gown covered ear.
I asked him how he liked my tongue, telling him I wanted to give him a little sample of what he was missing, what I was giving to Tom every time I met him. I teased him about how much better Tom was at making love to me. Then it was back to my knees. It can actually be very hard work being a Cuckolding Bitch!
After six repetitions I had to admit defeat. I had been hoping hubby would cum, the ultimate mingling of pain and pleasure for him. I was going to pretend to be angry at him for having an orgasm without my permission. Unfortunately I guess the combination of Iron Maiden and Kali Bracelet was just too much. So, I decided to give him a break and remove the Bracelet, leaving on just the Maiden. The trouble was that his cock was the hardest and biggest I'd ever seen it! How was I ever going to get that steel ring over that purple bulging head?
Ice, lots of it! I pretended I was angry still but changed my reason. I'd given him so much of my precious time, even letting him feel my sexy tongue and he couldn't even cum! What kind of man was he? Maybe he was gay. Perhaps I should get on the internet and see if I could get another guy to come round and lick his little dicklet instead of me? Maybe he'd be able to cum then!
I had to just about freeze hubby's poor balls off to get him small enough to be able to slide off the bracelet. I wondered whether he'd be able to get hard again for quite some time. I need not have worried though. As I stood to his side I used the nails of one hand to scratch the front of his thighs while my other arm to pulled his fluffy dressing gown swadled head up against mine. I looked down to watch facinated as his poor tortured organ immediately sprang back to life, inflating like a life raft as I whispered how much I wanted and needed Tom. How incredible my life was now. How I loved teasing my poor hubby. How I wanted Tom inside me every day, driving that big, hard, beautiful cock into my welcoming pussy as my poor, useless, cuckold knels at my feet telling me how much he adores me.
I thought that, once hubby was fully hard again, I'd start back in with the torture. Licks then flicks (of my cane that is,lol). I didn't get the chance though. My poor deprived husband had had all he could stand. As I whispered my last comment to him about how the next time Tom took me over the dining table I wanted him in my ass, how I wanted to be screaming out that I loved Tom as he, my poor little cuckold slave, knelt kissing my feet and screaming equally loud how much he loved me, his teasing bitch of a hot wife, his cock suddenly jumped extra hard and a length of thick ropey cum shot across the room.
Recovering my wits, I immediately left go of his head and shouted at him for daring to cum without permission! He was thrusting his hips, screaming my name as he fucked thin air. Calling him a disgusting pig and complaing about his lack of respect, I added to his less than satisfying ruined orgasm by distracting his attention from it. How? By scratching my long, painted nails hard over the now red and purple wheals my cane had left on his ass!

Boy did that make him dance! The main thing was, whatever pleasure he might have gained from his ruined orgasm, was....ruined I guess, LOL!
When he finally calmed down I knew I needed to handle things carefully. He would be full of questions for me. Did I mean it? Was I really so infatuated with my lover? All questions I did not want to answer. Telling him the truth would just destroy the illusion. I wanted to keep him wondering. Also, although his orgasm could not have been very satisfying, there would still, I knew from experience, be an inevitable period of depression. He'd want to stop the game, re-assert his manhood, etc, etc. All old problems which we had discussed many times. So, I needed to keep him under control till that passed and he was 'up for it' again.
I told him I wanted his complete obedience or I would take the cane to his battered ass again. I knew that would get his attention. I reused the bag of ice to make it possible to remove the Iron Maiden and re-fit the chastity belt. Then I released his hands from the beam, only to tie them again, this time together behind his back. Then I had him kneel, removed the sreader bar from his ankles and tied them together too. Finally, I tied his ankles to his wrists, with a bit of play so the circulation wasn't cut off. I helped him lie down on his side and, without a word, left him there.
About an hour later I returned with another of my dressing gowns. I draped it over him to keep him warm. His head was still wrapped in my pyjama bottoms and pink dressing gown but I could still make out his words. He was saying he loved me. I felt like crying and wanted desperately to release him and take him to my bed. I would too. But not yet. Tommorrow we'd have a big sloppy reunion. Like we always did after a game session. For now though I steeled myself and told him to shut the fuck up and enjoy his night on my cellar floor. I said I was going to my nice warm bed to dream about my lover.
Actually, I didn't sleep well. I never do when hubby isn't in bed beside me. I occupied my mind trying to dream up new ideas to tease and torture him. In fact guys, I was wondering....maybe you could help me. Do you have any thoughts on where we could take this now. Realistic please! We are real people and very much in love remember. If you think of anything please post it here. Thanks in advance for your suggestions.
Buy everyone. Lady Blue xxxxxxx

Lady Blue, I have thought for a long time that this post, whilst always interesting has crossed over from the sublime to the ridiculous too many times. Rather than say something negative though, I would rather just say nothing. Even so, for some reason I freely admit that I still read it. I suppose we all have a bit of the voyeur in us.

What to do. Can I suggest that you retrench for a while before building it back up. I think Blue needs to know again just what he is putting at risk and maybe you need to again rebuild that 'normal' feeling with him for a while. I don't imagine you can go all the way back but I think you both need to experience a normal (ish) sex life for a few months before going any deeper into the lifestyle. The danger otherwise is that you will both lose respect and feelings for each other and never be able to reconnect. I don't think that is where either of you want to go.

blue179

Greetings
Take a pic of Tom and sissy standing side by side in his maids outfit and
post it to demonstrate his "short cumming". Waste down of course,
be discrete. This will really get him going. If he hesitates beat his
ass with your cane, if he complies without complaining, beat his ass for being a sissy.

one of my favorite things to do with my girlfriend is denial, not orgasm denial, but sexual denial. Most of my orgasms are by my own hand in her presence. Very hot and humiliating.

To that end maybe for a few months you could reserve all your sexual favors for Tom. You already do deny your hubby a great deal, but it would be even more cruel if his rare orgasm was now only by his own hand. You could hold him in a cuddling fashion while he strokes off or perhaps put your feet on his face while he does this so there is still intimacy. The teasing sessions you administer should also be by his own hand with you directing the speed and style. Even gloved hands shouldn't be touching his dirty parts! You can tell hubby Tom doesn't want you touching hubby sexually anymore.

After a few months of this just the mere hint of earning a handjob will have him begging.

Hi Ladyblue, I am ready with some ideas on how to take the mind-fucking of Blue to another realm of existence.

I acknowlege the possiblilty that peakmb might be right. I am offering some ideas (concepts) because I think both you and hubby are more advanced than many in both your attachment to each other and yuor willingness to push the envelope of what he (and you!)can take and still stay in Love and committed to each other.
I cant put explicit details here of all my various ideas, as a few are too nasty for most people to stomach, and I dont want to have to argue with people who dont know me to defend them. The bulk of them are simply normal sexual ideas, applied with a goal in mind and purpose to each application.

The goal is to get you what you want, and if you dont have a clear idea of what you want the goal is to explore different sexual andlifestyle choices and pick a few that interst you.
The purpose of each session and technique is to alter the behaviors and habits of the others so you get immediate pleasure you want and the long term goals.

Now this is lots of words with no obvious eroticism, but I know from experience how powerful these ideas are. I have felt them from both sides of the coin. The hard part may be geting you to see the value to you (and slave blue) and the wonderful physical and emotional benefits you can have from such experimentation. Let me now try to show you some of the situations and benefits of them. (No point in going into details if none of the concepts appeal to you, and you do fine already as a bitchy beautiful wife who adores her hubby but also enjoys a stud lover and normal cuckolding/femdom combos like you just described. )

OK wimpsand jerk offs, that is enough philosphy and background and disclaimers, you can take your penises out now.




If I were a better and more patient writer, I would write a nice story, trying to put the reader in the situation of a woman who has risen from having one devoted slave to more than one. A woman who has taken a once dominant and controlling lover and slowly trained and conditioned him to status of a mere fucktoy for her lusts, or as a submissive to her femdom play. Maybe she has acquired a new male lover who is bi and kinky and would enjoy dominating her first Lover?

Maybe the woman in question has decided to build her a a variety of men to serve her and her new more BDSM oriented dominant male lover? Maybe she is still be a Lady who needs to be ravished by a powerful male force and surrender to a Dominant male? She may decide that the dungeon play with her hubby/slave is all she wants of corporal and torture play? She may simply desire the occasional 2nd penis, when her Lover boy's huge cock has filled her with lust and craving for hot pulsing flesh to stuff her mouth and ass?

Maybe the incredible power of her sexy voice and teasing skills were used to ariouse her lover, while she slowly began to condition him towards the familiar steps of molding a man to her will. Insatiable female desire one man simply cant fulfill. "You want the best for me right lover? You know I need another cock in my mouth right now, you want me to get what I want, right? You make me so wet baby, get me another nice thick dick to play with, dont make me settle for stuffing my pussy with a vibrator while I suck your delicious cock"

It can be taken farther, if not with the current lover, then add one more lover to the stable. Take that lover and after using him for sex for while train him towards slavery. The Lady's options are broader, as the Love she feels for hubby is not there for the 2nd Lover turned slave, and any harsher whims or extrreme desires she ahs can be played out freely.

Finally what about hubby?? He can be threatened by the new "competition" for his slave position. A great tool for developing his submission. Or if you feel he needs an outlet from being on the bottom all themtime, let him dominate a sex toy man or men you tire of. Cut him off for all romance, and make him take another slave for his bitch.

I am not sure how much any of these things feel for the Woman, but for a male with dominant tendencies like me, they were MIND BLOWING. Just as mind blowing as my first descents into submission, but with more options.

To have one sexy slutty gal licking your anus while another adores your cok, or to have one bound to a table and squiring under you tonguing and torments while another waits in predicament bondage in the corner with a vibrator dissolving all of her that is not lust inot a wet pool of pussyhoney. She will be your date for dinner tonight after you dismiss your table girl. But for now she is a restless princess moaning her needs to you thru her gag. FUCK FUCK FUCK the heat is delicious!

I want the female equivalent of THAT for YOU , if that is what you want Lady. Poly sex can be sooooo much more for you. I can help you explore it. think about it and where you might want to place your cuck insome of these scenarios.

Thanks again for a great thread, and if you want me to just toss out techniques instead of philosposhical sutff like this, i can do that too.



I have got to go.

ps, of course the universal truth is that sexy erotic teasing and tension can be used to get others to confess to freaky desires they did not kow they had. It can be used to implant ideas and condition people, and it can be repeated to build other sexual players up or down with few limitations.

I'm of two minds, of course. One the one hand, I see the appeal of what oldbearswitch is saying. On the other hand, I see the possibility that peakmb may be right.

Hard to say.

Lady blue, all I can say is you two know each other -- you two should always be able to tell when something is too much (say, because after your big sloppy reunions you talk about everything and you know what is going on and where this can go, and you trust each other very much). And you seem to be doing the right things -- paying attention to signs from him, listening to what he says... (I'm sometimes almost afraid that it's blue who may not know what he can or cannot take; that he may actually want too much -- men sometimes do that, you know, they try to conquer yet another mountain and then the mountain kills them.)

Yet I cannot deny the intensity of the scenes that you've been through, and of what oldbearswitch describes.

Hi Lady Blue, are you still watching this thread? I hope you and Blue are doing well.

Vic aka OldBear.

Hello boys (and girls?), I'm back. I've just had a wonderful month's holiday with my darling husband. Yes, peakmb, I took your advice. We had a couple of weeks 'getting back together' and then had a couple of weeks of being very naughty.
To cut a long stoty short, we both agreed that we'd had a brilliant time playing our game with Tom. We also agreed though, that we would not want a permanent, full-time cuckold/mistress lifestyle. We enjoy each other as equals too much to give that up. Also, I was beginning to get the feeling that Tom was starting to take things too seriously and really falling for me. Very flattering, I know, but I have my soulmate, I don't need another and I've no intention of replacing him. So, back to a vanilla relationship for good? The problem is, we both loved playing our game, so much so that we both felt saddened at the thought of never doing it again.
So, why not play occassionally, when we felt like it? The problem there is 'reality'. For the senario to work properly for Blue, I have to convince him I want another man or men more than I want him. I managed it with Tom, after a lot of hard work! But now we were back together I freely admitted it had all been pretend. Tom was fun sure, but nothing like my husband. How could he be? I'm in love with my husband. So, if we played again I'd have to work twice as hard to convince hubby I'd changed my mind again wouldn't I? We'd have the same situation each time we played and, eventually, it just wouldn't work, how could it?
Well, we think we've come up with the best solution for both of us. Blue gets a thrill out of me meeting other guys, flirting, kissing and, eventually, having wild passionate sex. I have to admit, I'm not exactly averse to the experience myself! So, we agreed a set of rules for our relationship. They may not be perfect and we might have to adjust them as we go. They might not work at all for anyone else, but we really think they will for us. They will give us the excitement we crave and also the closeness we treasure. I'll list them for you to consider. Please feel free to comment, we'd both be honoured to hear your educated opinions :-

1) I will be free to meet any man I choose. My main concerns will be discretion and safety but, outside that, I can text or e-mail men, meet them for drinks or dancing, and, if I like them, have sex with them.

2) Blue will remain entirely faithful to me no matter how long I deny him or how much I tease him.

3) I can have any kind of sex I like with my dates, provided they wear protection.

4) I can have sex with my suitors any place I choose, with the singular exception of our marital bed.

5) I will avoid long term relationships (I won't be seeing Tom again) in order to avoid any misunderstandings on my lovers' side.

6) My husband will be kept in chastity at all times (at his insistance - he relishes the feelings of frustration I can produce in him that way and even worries that he might not be able to cope with the delicious feelings of jealousy unless he is in a very heightened state of arousal - he says he could not possibly trust himself not to masterbate and so neither should I - besides, as he pointed out, the whole thing is about control).

7) The decision on when and how to play will, without exception, be mine. If I want us to be loving then he will be my devoted husband and eager (because of whatever period of chastity I have made him endure up to that point) lover. If I want to go off and meet another man then he must facillitate that to the very best of his ability. I have the choice of a devoted husband and equal, or a devoted slave and plaything, as the mood takes me.

8) When in play mode I will endevour to tease him to the point of insanity and take no account whatsoever of his feelings or needs (he came up with that one!).

9) Again, when we are playing, I will try very hard to be more and more strict with him, more demanding, more unfair and more cruel. I will try to get over my reluctance to hurt him and increase the severity of his punishments as much as possible (that one was mine - he loves it - I could see him visibly shaking when I came up with it).

10) Punishments may be for any reason I choose and he will have no right to question them.

There are more rules but I don't want to bore you guys. The point is, I get the close loving relationship with my husband when I need it and the option of sexual adventures with any man I choose! Blue gets to have the constant state of arousal he gets from chastity and from my being in charge and holding sway over his life. Also, he gets a loving and devoted wife and soulmate. He will never know which one I've decided to be or when I might decide to change from one to the other. The thought of me having that power over him has us both as hot as teenagers believe me!

Anyway, please comment if you wish. If you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them if I can. You can even ask Blue some if you like - I might let him answer - it depends what mood I'm in!

PS - would you like to hear about the beauty contest I entered on holiday?

Lady Blue xxx

Fantastic news Blue. Do tell us about the competition too. Would to read more on the hot nylon feet too! Thank you, Schultz

LadyBlue,
I'm glad you took that route. I think it would be interesting to hear about Blue's reaction to getting normal sex again and then his realisation (by agreement) of what his new life was going to look like. He gets the cuckold angst all over again, but knows in advance just how bad? it might get if he's not careful (or even if he is!).

I'm sure I'm not the only one ready for the new ride. Belts on (pun intended) and away we go ...

Sounds like a good idea, ladyblue. It's funny, I have the impression the rules you've agreed on are actually less strict than what you were doing with blue before -- are you going back slowly, then? Retracing your steps?

Over the first two weeks of our holiday we'd both noticed a hunky guy showing off around the pool. His name was Dave and he was the head sports coach and activities manager on the complex. He had broad shoulders, big muscular arms and thighs, a narrow waist, big hairy chest and a promising looking bulge in his trunks. With his blonde good looks he was every young girl's dream and boy did he know it!
For the first two weeks I had no interest in him other than to comment on his blatant showing off to my husband. We both enjoyed watching his antics and got regular laughs from his oversized ego. At the beginning of our third week, after our new rules and agreement were in place, it occured to me what a humiliating tease it wuld be for Blue if I flirted with Dave. There were so many girls after him I didn't think he'd be interested in an older woman. My big oportunity came when Blue showed me a leaflet advertising a beauty contest and asking for entries. I was reluctant at first but Blue kept encouraging me until one night, after a few too many drinks, I gave in.
For the contest I wore a white one-piece costume, very tight fitting and revealing, along with a pair of white stilettoes with six inch heels. I was really nervous but my husband was so complimentary I trotted out there in front of the judges with my head held high.
I must have been the oldest woman in the contest. To my nervous eyes all the others looked like teenagers so I didn't expect to win, and I didn't - but I did come second! Dave was master of ceremonies and I thought I detected a glint in his eye as he anounced me as runner up. I jumped in surprise when I felt his hand stray over my bottom as he helped me up onto the platform. His breath was warm on my cheek as he whispered that I should have won but the judges had been instructed to make sure a younger unmarried girl won.
To my delight, as I stepped down from the platform with my bouquet and tickets for a complementary meal for two, Dave was waiting to take my hand an help my manage the steps on my precarious heels. I felt my face flush as he leant in and said he'd like to see me after the contest. I looked over at Blue sitting in the audience. The excitement was clearly written on his face and I knew he had guessed what was going on. Encouraged by my husband's aproval, I said yes to Dave. His cock sure smile would have annoyed me normally but, right now, it was exactly what I wanted to see. More importantly, it was exactly what I wanted my husband to see.

I took Dave's arm and smiled over at my husband. He knew what was going on and made himself scarce. Dave and I set off in the direction of our chalet, arm in arm. I didn't realise at the time but my eager husband had run ahead to the chalet in order to esconce himself in the wardrobe which, conveniently, had louvred doors. I suppose I should have guessed, knowing him as I do but, at the time, all I could think of in my excitement was how naughty and sexy I felt, on my way to get royally screwed by the local hunk and with my husband's blessing.
Once in the chalet, Dave had me stripped of my costume in seconds, making sure I kept on my high heels. He asked if my husband knew what I was doing and, when I told him he did, a smug smile crossed his face as he dropped his trunks.
'I bet this is much bigger than you're used to,' he bragged. It was, even semi hard it looked very impressive. Dave took me in his arms and our bodies pressed together. I got really excited as I felt his cock grow hard and push up between my thighs until it was pressing firmly along the wet groove of my pussy. As our mouths met and Dave's tongue forced itself between my lips I heard a noise from the wardrobe. I was panicing as Dave broke our kiss to look over my shoulder. Seeking to distract Dave I pulled him down onto the bed on top of me, opening my legs so he could lie between them. He said how beautiful and how sexy I was, what a wonderful body I had and how he'd waited two weeks for this moment. His fingers parted the lips of my pussy playing with my throbbing clit as he gently kissed my forehead, my eyes, my nose then my neck. He was getting me ready to take his huge cock. It was lovely but unnessassary as I was already as wet as I'd ever been.
I clung to Dave's neck as he frigged me. We kissed and his tongue was once more deep inside my mouth, playing with mine. Holding one of my legs over his muscular arm he reached down to guide his now fully hardened weapon to my hot, wet pussy. As he rubbed the tip up and down my leaking slit I could hear myself moaning and then, suddenly, I felt once more, a man other than my husband entering what should rightfully have been his alone.

Wow! Fantastic story! My wife doesn't let me watch, but if she did I would want it to be similar to your adventure. Incredible!

What a lucky man your husband is to be married to such a smart, sexy and sensitive woman.

That's when I realised....I forgot to make him put on a condom. I'd promised my husband that I'd always put safety first and Dave wasn't exactly a one woman man. He was definitely high risk material. Still though, part of me just wanted to pull him in and let him take me. The thought of him cumming in my unprotected pussy was such a turn on! If Blue hadn't been there watching I'm not sure what would have happened, but he was and the thought of that and how he'd trusted me had me suddenly pushing Dave back off me. I think he thought I was just playing hard to get at first but when I shouted 'condom!' he got the message.
He must have been used to shagging his conquests bare back as he had no condoms with him. I had to retrieve my handbag where I always kept a packet to tease my husband.
After a bit of fumbling and an apology for the interuption from me we got right back down to business. In fact, Dave had me cumming from the word go. I climaxed so strongly as he masterfully fed me his glorious manhood. He smiled down at me telling me I was too much woman for my wimp of a husband. The thought of Blue hearing this talk from my new lover sent me over the top again as I imagined what it was doing to him.
Soon Dave's backside was powering the full length of his impressive cock in and out of my quivering pussy. I bucked up at him squealing at him to fuck me. I soon had him grunting and groaning and it was obvious he was about to cum. Raising my legs I wound them around his back locking the heels of my stilettoes, pulling him in so he couldn't withdraw. His cock swelled still more and I felt myself shaking and howling uncontrollably as he exploded deep inside me. His spurts were so strong and I couldn't help wondering how it would have felt if I'd let him have me bare back. Remembering my poor husband I kissed Dave's neck and, in a groaning wimpering voice, told him in no uncertain terms just how much better he was than my wimp of a husband.

Dave grinned down at me and said 'I hope your old man enjoyed it as much as we did'. Shit, he knew! Maybe he'd done this kind of thing before. Maybe he did it all the time. I smiled sheepishly up at him wondering how embarrassed my poor hubby must feel right now. Partly to cheer him up, partly to distract Dave and partly for my own cruel enjoyment I said to Dave, 'Sod him, I've just had one of the best shags of my life. Do you want me again, darling?' We were still joined by Dave's semi-hard cock as I snogged him, caressing his strong, muscular chest, deliberately and cruelly pushing all my husbands buttons as I told Dave loudly and in no uncertain terms just how much better he was than my husband. I squirmed beneath him as I felt his cock grow inside me. In a daze I wondered if it was ok to use the same condom twice. What if it slid off or burst or something?
Dave kissed me and I forgot my worries as he said, 'Ok, let's give him a real treat this time. Get over on your knees'. He made me face where Blue was hiding then he thrust his rampant cock deeply into my juicy pussy. It drove the breath from my body and made me wiggle my bum back at him. Shit, what a fucking he gave me then! I guess, having cum once, he was well able to control himself. He soon had me over the top and, through a mist of sensation, I could hear myself cryng and calling out how good he was and how I wanted him inside me forever.
Dave really played up to it, shouting things like, 'Your useless husband will never be able to satisfy you now you've had a real man'. Just the thought of how jealous and frustrated my poor hubby must be feeling now made me cum strongly again and that drove Dave past the point of no return. One of his hands was wrapped in my hair jerking my head back as the other gripped my hip. It felt as if he was trying to skewer me on that monster cock and when he finally came it shot so deep I swear I could taste the salty tang of his cum on my tongue!

As I collapsed forward Dave lay on top of me drawing in great lungfuls of air. I smiled as I looked over at my husband's not so secret hiding place. When Dave lifted off me I thought I'd twist the erotic knife in my loving husband's aching balls by asking Dave if I could see him again that night. He said he couldn't make it as he was working. I found out later that he was seeing another woman, (I had to laugh when I found myself feeling jealous). He did say he wanted to see me again though, and soon. In the mean time he wanted me to deny my husband his conjugal rights. Little did he know, hubby was, as usual, locked in his chastity cage. I nearly told Dave about it but then, in a moment of pity for my poor spouse, I decided not to. I promised Dave I wouldn't let my wimp of a husband anywhere near me as long as he promised to make love to me every day.
I think Blue and I were both relieved when Dave left without acknowledging him. As soon as the door closed he stumbled from his wardrobe retreat blabbering about how sensational I'd been and how fantastic it had been seeing the way I'd taken Dave's cock. He enthused over how beautiful I had looked being fucked by another man and how we had to do it again with Dave. What a cheek, I thought, it wasn't we, it was me, I had done all the hard work. Not that I was complaining. In fact, I felt radiant and on cloud nine as I watched my loving husband drop to his knees, remove my sexy stilettoes and kiss my toes.
As I sighed and lay back I told him to show me with his tongue that he accepted my right to have other men, whenever I felt like it. 'Come on wanker, get that tongue between my toes. That's about all you're good for. You'd better show some fucking enthusiasm down there or I'll take my hairbrush to your arse, you fucking looser!' I don't know about Blue but I was a little shocked by my outburst. I nearly appologised but then I realised that my tiraid seemed to excite my poor husband even more. As he redoubled his slavish efforts to worship my sexy little feet I knew he was going to be as into this as I wanted him to be. I could do no wrong. The realisation sent a shiver of sensation through my whole body. Power is such a rush!

Two nights later I slept with Dave again. That night I packed Blue off quickly and he gladly went off to hide in his wardrobe. Unfortunately for him, I was in an especially cruel mood, and suggested to Dave that we go to his room. He laughed and whisked me away for a night of hot sweaty sex.
The next morning my poor frustrated hubby was going frantic and wanted to know what I was playing at. I soon put him in his place and had him over my knee for a spanking with my hairbrush while I explained the need for me to be totally free to do as I choose during our playtimes. I told him I was my own woman and I'd fuck who I wanted, where I wanted and, if he didn't like it. tough, he shouldn't have agreed to the rules! Pushing him onto the floor I removed my shoes and rested my feet on his bright red face. His frustrated libido soon got the upper hand again as he apologised and even suggested I sleep with Dave every night for the rest of the holiday!

No comments for a while now - I woner if anyone is still reading my posts. I hope I haven't begun boring you guys?!

I felt really guilty about being so cruel to Blue and spending so much time with Dave. He showed no signs of wanting me to stop though, even on the occassions when we would be walking across the hotel complex hand in hand like the loving couple we are, then I'd spot Dave talking with guests or other staff. I'd immediately leave go of my husband's hand and skip over to him like a love struck teenager. I'd put my arms around him and kiss him then he'd introduce me as his girlfriend. Blue said the feelings of jealousy and humiliation as the people with Dave looked over at him in curiosity then dawning understanding, were so powerful they made him swoon. He'd drop his eyes and walk away, the perfect submissive husband. Dave would laugh out loud as he fondled my ass and I tried not to feel too bad about what I was putting my poor husband through. The thing was though, when I met up with him again, he'd be all over me, telling me how sexy I was and how he loved me being such a bitch to him. That usually led to a quick walk back to our room where I let him show me how much he loved and worshipped me. Only with his tongue though - the cage stayed on. 'I'm not a slut,' I'd tell him, 'I'm a one man woman, Dave's one man woman. He won't mind me using your tongue, it just gets me hotter for him. Anything else is banned though, ok cucky? So, do you want to love me with your tongue or not?' His answer was always yes!

This is wonderful stuff. You remind me of my own Mistress - except that She would never take the time to post here. Thank you for sharing your adventures.

As I said, I was feeling very guilty, despite my loving husband's reasurances. So, I planned a very special treat for him for our last night. I just hope that Dave would co-operate and that I'd have the guts to go through with it. I was a little worried too about my husband's reaction.
After arranging a special dinner to be served on our balcony, I visited the beauty salon. Hair, nails, make-up, the whole nine yards. I bought a stunning new evening dress, long and flowing but tight in all the right places. Dark blue silk and very expensive but, hey, I wanted this to be a night to remember.
Blue had hired a tuxedo and looked so handsome as I walked onto the balcony where the waiter was serving up the delicious looking food. His eyes lit up when he saw me and I had to jerk him out of his rapture to remind him to tip the waiter as he left.
We sat chatting and complimenting each other on our looks, eating the gorgeous food and drinking the wine. I'm sure hubby thought his luck was in. Well, it was, I hoped, just not the way he was imagining.
After a while I had to stop myself glancing nervously at my watch. Dave was late, surprise, surprise. Finally, just as we were about to start on our sweets, there was a knock at the door. Blue went to get up but I told him sternly to sit still. Then I instructed him to remain there and enjoy his sweet. Under no circumstances was he to move from his chair.

You have such a hot relationship.
Thank you for shareing

Hi Lady, Blue, great to hear more from you.

Thanks for sharing, and I can't wait for the details of this "dessert".

I wonder if what you are going to do will be at all like the ending I am imagining??

This is a very well written and erotic story. As someone who really enjoys it when my wife fucks cocky, alpha guys, I can just imagine how excited your husband would be.