Date Night

Readers: This is part three of what is planned to be a four-part series. I love all the feedback and amazing suggestions on how the story could be progressed. Thanks for the encouragement and I hope you continue to enjoy the story.

(Her:) I had gotten cocky. I had tried to make a deal of silence with my husband for six months while I arranged a special threesome with a coworker, but he only agreed to three months of silence regarding the secret desires I had been keeping from him. I agreed to the deal believing I could accomplish this in just a couple of weeks. Three months either way would give me time to process the secrets I had shared with him and be ready for him diving into those desires with me. The result also being his fantasy of watching me eat out another woman. I had been teased by my co-worker Jess in the past who is very forward and I find myself attracted by her dominant nature.

I was not thrilled about the idea of being with Jess even though my man had encouraged me to pursue it on more than one occasion. The problem is I like his touch and how he holds me, how he caresses my body and kisses me. I love how he handles me in the bedroom and could never see a woman being able to accomplish the same level of electricity for me. Also, Jess was very clear on the fact that it was her intention to put me between her legs and I am more of a receiver, than a giver unless there is a stiff cock involved.

Jess is a knock-out and I know this because men stare at her 5'8 frame with a desire their eyes cannot hide. Coupled with her dark hair, olive skin she walks with the impression that she is dominate from the word go. I knew if we were naked in a room together she would have me on my knees and servicing her needs. This is just not what I have wanted to experience, but given my husband's sudden domination of me and the whirlwind of sexual fantasies which have followed us since those secrets were revealed, I honestly look forward to being made her bitch, instead of face his questions for a few more days.

Now sitting in the lunchroom absently looking for answers in my salad and thinking about my husband's subtle threat over breakfast I watched as my would-be savior casually strolled into the breakroom and opened the refrigerator.

When we made eye contact she scanned the room, then asked, "Having any luck?"

Being the only two in the room I sarcastically answered back " I didn't think I would need any luck, until you pulled the rug out from under me!"

Jess knew the bind she had put me in and approached my table with a sarcastic bottom lip and frown on her face, waiting for me to invite her to sit down. I gestured to the seat next to me and the frown was followed by her wicked smile. She definitely seemed to be enjoying my suffering. I can't really blame her given the teasing I had done and how I led her on since she joined the company a year ago.

HR would have had a field day with us if they had ever found out about our heavy petting sessions in the ladies room. One day she cornered me and told me exactly what she wanted me to do to her, but I was scared and backed away from her advances. She told me that she could see what I wanted and to come find her when I was ready. I had then worked hard to establish a line of friendship and ironically once the "friendship" line was drawn we became inseparable co-workers and really good friends. I had been thrown off by her aggressive nature and found it unsettling that a beautiful woman like her would be so dominant.

Jess never showed that side of herself to me again and with time she became a trusted friend and sounding board. Fast forward to today and she knows the whole situation with my husband. When I finally worked up the nerve to ask her to help me out, she rejected me. Saying we had worked too hard for our friendship and she did not want to jeopardize it, but I pressed her and she confessed that she was currently in a relationship.

Three months to ask her should have been no big deal, but I procrastinated for weeks before bringing the opportunity for joining us for some adult fun because I knew it would mean I would find myself between her legs. I wanted to invite someone who I could make pleasure me, pleasure my husband, and then watch as he made her cum. I did not want to start by being my best friend who is also a trusted co-worker's little bitch.

I knew Jess had been involved with someone for several months, but did not realize she had made it a monogamous relationship with them. This was a very big deal for this free-spirited woman who had said she would never be willing to settle in a trapped sexual relationship with one partner, to suddenly inform me that this was where she was today, shocked me and also caused me a lot of issues.

I did this to myself and with only two weeks left before the deadline I was in real trouble and it was my own fault. I had all but surrendered to the idea of my husband tying me up and torturing me as badly as he had months earlier. It both excited me and terrified me. At this point I would have preferred to have to lick pussy juices from my lips to the alternative my husband had planned.

(Him:) I had nothing planned. My wife was running out of time and I can see it in her eyes that she is scrambling to find a solution. Something has not work out for her in the last few days as her confidence has faded and she looks concerned when I mention being excited about our special night. When she had everything in hand she was playfully teasing me about the day, but this last week she has been cold and avoids the playful teasing. I added a little pressure to the situation by circling the three-month anniversary of the date on the calendar in the kitchen and wrote in the small square the words "Date Night". I know she has seen the date circled on the calendar and she is not being playful with me when I catch her looking at it.

She had shared her deepest darkest secrets with me and made promise my silence about them for the past three months. When she told me her desires it made me speechless at the time, but I have since found my voice. The fact that I spent hours torturing her for her to finally reveal to me that she wants to see me sucking a real cock and being fucked in the ass leaves a lot of room for conversations.

My original goal was to push her to see if there was anything after 30 years of marriage that she had wanted that I was not providing. She loves to walk into the room in a skimpy outfit and say, "What ya gonna do with me?" She is a submissive sexy woman who just wants to be fucked. For 30 years I found different ways to bring her pleasure, but the last year or two I got the feeling she was hiding something. It was the way she orgasmed. She would close her eyes and would disappear into her mind. Usually, her climaxes would be with her eyes open staring at me, but then she started closing her eyes and it seemed she was thinking about something that brought a flush to her face and chest like I rarely see in our sessions. I wanted to know what she was imagining. I guess ignorance is bliss, but I was determined to get her to tell me, even if it is something I can't quite understand.

I was shocked, but what had plagued my mind was the thought of her wanting something for her satisfaction, not to see me having sex with another man. My wife is not a visual lover, she is a touchy feely type. So, this really altered my view of what I knew about the desires of this woman I have known my whole adult life. So, to understand her better and because I was not allowed to talk to her about it, I did the next best thing. I started to dig into her internet searches to see what she had been up to.

She had never been big into porn again she liked the physical touch, not the visual stimulation. She had no issue with me watching porn and did not feel insecure about what I would watch. I start reviewing her history and found typed searches like "make him suck cock" and "Bi sex threesome". This led me to a site she visited often. Once there I started watching the video's she had favorited. They all followed similar themes. The woman was encouraging a man to suck another man's cock. Then I watched two women and a man, before realizing the third woman was actually a shemale.

I noticed that as I watched this video I started to get aroused. It looked just like so many pegging videos we had watched together, except when the couple was between her legs, they were sucking on a cock. I found myself stroking myself thinking about her darkest desires. She had a few videos of cuckold hotwifes where the woman forced her man to suck on another man's cock. This was enticing to think of her taking charge like that for a change, but I lost interest at the thought of getting on my knees in front of another dude..... I just couldn't get past it, until I reached her favorited shemale clips where beautiful shemales were fucking the guy, it looked so much like pegging that I was entranced on the beautiful woman with big tits and a cock. These clips made me rock hard. I wanted to talk with her about her favorited clips, I wanted to understand where her head was at, but I promised not to mention any of it for three months.....

Honestly, I was going to have a hard time making it the next two weeks without saying anything to her. It did not make it any easier knowing she was not going to have plans for our date night.

This morning as she got ready for work I whispered playfully in her ear. "I'm soooo looking forward to our date night. Don't worry if you don't have any plans my love, my bondage session with you three months ago was just a warm-up, just wait until you see what I have planned....."

(Her:) "I don't know what to do, Jess." "I have tried to find anything that did not smell like a scam or a disease waiting to happen! I have looked at escorts, the local Backpage and even weekend trips to Las Vegas, but all of it is too late. I only have two weeks!", she told her friend in a frustrated tone.

Jess looked at her and smiled saying "Well, I might be able to help you out, but you would need to meet her and she would have to agree."

I looked at her shocked. "What are you saying right now?"

Jess continued " I have a friend who, ironically, is interested in having fun with me and frustrated that I am not available. She knows your situation and wants to meet with you to see if you are a good fit." I smiled and had a million questions, but Jess stopped me saying "Listen, she is a woman of particular tastes, she is very demanding and I will warn you that if you accept her offer you will be calling her "Mistress". I know how you feel about domination, so I have not offered this to you until now. If you want to meet her I have an invitation from her with her instructions for you to follow and I will warn you that she will test your limits. I know she tested mine....."

All I saw was a ray of hope and barely heard her warnings. A solution to this terrible situation and I quickly agreed to meet her. As long as she was not a hideous troll I did not mind calling her "Mistress". I secretly enjoyed calling husband my "Master", even though he rarely made me do it. I was sure I would be able to negotiate with her once I shared my situation with her. It would be easy once we could talk, just us girls. "I am in! Where does she want to meet?"

Jess slide a sealed envelope with my name on it over to me and said "Here is the address and what she expects of you. Believe me, she will check to ensure you follow her instructions to the letter."

I come from a small town in the mid-west with conservative parents and I was raised to be a good girl. Then I discovered college and when I met my husband I was well on my way to experimenting with all kinds of life's adult distractions and sex was my favorite distraction. I was a good girl, but only in a way a boyfriend or husband can appreciate. I blame him for my wicked nature since he introduced me to porn, pegging, and anal. However, the look on his face a couple months ago had to be similar to the look on my face when he told me he wanted to stick his big dick in my little ass. I blew his mind. He discovered that these thoughts of mine came from my own deviant spicey soul. I had been quite proud of being able to one up my husband after all this time and our myriad adventures in our sex playland.

Even with all of that when I opened the letter, which appeared to be a wedding invitation, rather than directions for a luncheon..... It took my breath away. The note was written in an elaborate cursive almost calligraphy style gold embossed print and said:

You are cordially invited to join me for lunch tomorrow at 1pm.

You are expected to be freshly shaven and clean. Do not wear any type of body spray or perfume.

You are to wear a shear white top with a black lacey bra.

Your skirt must be no less than four inches above your knees and you must be wearing heels with at least three inches.

You may wear crouch-less panties, if you must, but I discourage this distraction from our meeting. It is preferred you wear no panties at all. And your pantyhose must have a seam which goes straight up the back of your legs.

Our lunch date will last precisely 45 minutes. I will order your lunch and it will be delivered to our table at precisely 1:03 PM, if you arrive 5 minutes late you will be invited to leave. If you arrive more than five minutes early you will be invited to leave.

I will inform you of the preparations required for the planned event. I will control the activities and flow of the entire session.

If this arrangement does not appeal to you, feel free to disregard this invitation.

MH

MH? Finally, catching my breath, I asked looking at Jess.

Jess smiled and said "You will have to make the meeting to find out. All I can tell you is that you need to take everything in that letter very seriously."

I was in shock saying "Well you have met her, what kind of woman is she, what does she look like? How do I not ask her questions!"

She then got up and smiled saying "I can't help you answer these questions, but if you want to swing by my apartment before the meeting I can make sure you have everything on the way she likes it. Back to work.... Good luck!"

I looked again at the invitation and back as Jess left the breakroom. Was I being punked? I was not quite sure if Jess was waiting to come back around the corner and say "Gotcha!", but that never happened. In fact, Jess refused to talk to me about it for the rest of the day. She remained very cagy and just told me that she needed to stay completely out of making the decision and had to let me make up my own mind based on the invitation. I had already decided to meet MH, but I needed a few things from the list, so I took the afternoon off to go shopping and hoped this was not all just a big waste of time. Of course, I reminded myself that this was my only possible solution, so it was not a waste of time either way.

(Him): Yesterday she came home from shopping with a bit of a spring in her step and today she left the house just before noon for a lunch appointment she told me was at 1pm, but her attire was not the typical business casual dress as she hurriedly put on an overcoat to try and hide her outfit. It looked more like she needed to head to our bedroom or was planning on providing escort services to someone. I asked her if I needed to be concerned about her finding a lover as I eyed the lacey bra through her shear white blouse. She responded that this was just her getting things ready for our date night and that I was not allowed to touch or to ask any more questions!

She looked so irresistibly hot! I put up my hands up and slowly backed away while she tied up her overcoat and eyeing her from head to toe saying "Well, ya gotta come home sometime." I did not even know she owned heels and stockings like what she had on. I reminded myself that she would need to explain this to me and that outfit needed to make it into the bedroom wardrobe rotation. Since she was gone for at least two or three hours I decided to keep myself busy with her browser history and see what she had been up to and how far back these desires had been recorded in her browser. She kissed me passionately and was on her way.

She is a talker so it would be at least two hours before I was disturbed. I wanted to know how far back this desire of hers went. I did some simple searches and found that these fetishes of hers had started a couple years after she had got comfortable with the idea of wearing a strap-on. It was awkward for her and challenging for me because she was really not into it and was reluctant to wear it unless I asked her specifically to put it on. After a year or so, she told me she enjoyed sticking it in my mouth and fucking me with it. She liked to make me feel the same things she feels when I put her on her hands and knees. It looks like that fetish branched out into other searches starting with pegging threesomes, moving on to cuckolding, female domination, and now a lot of searches are centered around MMF and trans.

Now I understand why she wants to see me get fucked and to be honest some of the clips of shemales she has saved were a real turn-on and I tried to stop before I got too excited. I wanted to have something for her when she got home. Then I came across a folder called "FantasyPlans".

(Her:) Jess was a god send. I had left early to have her give me the once over before my lunch. She was surprisingly super critical of my outfit and how I had prepared for the luncheon. She was even extremely picky about the seam on my pantyhose! She told me to take off my bra and went and got one that she called "more appropriate". I would not even classify what she handed me as a bra!

At one point she pulled out clippers to clip away some wild pussy hairs I had missed and asked me if I was taking this meeting seriously. She was being stern and matter of fact, while it should have been a turn on having her on her knees clipping the few wild hairs, it oddly, was very sterile and not sexual at all. After her inspection and corrections, she hurried me out the door, so I would be on time.

I looked at my watch as I approached the maître d and realized I was going to ask if "MH" had arrived, but before I could ask she looked at her watch, smiled, and offered to take my jacket. She then told me my party was waiting for my arrival. As she led me through the dimly lit restaurant I noted that all the tables were empty and said, "Not much of a lunch rush here is there?"

She turned and smiled saying "We are only open for dinner with the exception of special occasions."

I had researched the restaurant and it had a three-month waiting list for dinner reservations, with no lunch menu online and no hours of operation. It seemed a bit odd, but here I was approaching the table in the very center of the restaurant, fine linens, crystal stem ware and the back of what appeared to be a slender woman with jet black hair. As we approached the table the waiters were placing the plates at each place setting. Glancing at my watch it was 1:03 precisely. The maître d escorted me to my seat, but stop short of pulling out my chair for me.

The woman was gorgeous, still sitting in her chair and smiled at me saying "Well, Jess was not exaggerating, my dear. You are a stunner. Then looking at the other woman she said, "But did she follow my instructions?"

I opened my mouth and she held up two fingers to stop me. She then gestured to the woman behind me saying "I was not asking you. Don't move." The manager got down on her knees and measured the hem on my skirt saying, "Five inched above the knee." I then felt her hold each foot saying, "Three and a half on the heels." She then traced two fingers along either side of the seam on the back of my stockings saying, "The seams are within your tolerances, mistress." This caused MH to raise an eyebrow and look at me with some skepticism, but she did not say what was on her mind.

The woman got my attention when she then quickly and skillfully unbuttoned my blouse, exposing Jess's lacey bra to the room before I could react to her actions. MH never broke eye contact with me. This was the test Jess had warned me about, but what did that mean?

My thoughts were interrupted as the woman pulled out my chair and MH gestured for me to sit with her. I was starting to button my blouse when she stopped me and said "Leave it. You are quite beautiful and I enjoy looking at beautiful things while I eat."

She then pointed to my plate and invited me to eat saying "To this point you have been a welcome surprise, the only way you could spoil it is by speaking. You will sit and eat with me and I will explain some things to you about me. You have no questions which need answered and if you can refrain from interrupting me I will have a final test following our wonderful meal."

I began to eat the meal in front of me which smelled delicious and tasted divine. I listened while she explained that she had certain tastes and that those tastes would not be compromised for any reason. She was in charge of her sexual encounters and she controlled all aspects of them. She said that she was the Alpha and the Omega. That pleasure started with achieving the sexual needs of those in her company and ended with everyone satisfying her needs, no matter what those needs happened to be. She told me that I would need to submit to her, that I was not going to be a receiver of pleasure in this exchange, but the giver of pleasure.

As I listened to her satin voice and buttery words I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about what that would actually mean for me. As if she was reading my mind she explained that Jess had explained our relationship in great detail, the situation with my husband, and talked about the dark secrets I had revealed only to him and Jess. It was at this point I began to blush. She then finished her meal and the waiters appeared taking both of our plates.

She then said "You may either nod or shake your head. If you nod, we go on to your final test. If you shake your head, the maître d will fetch your coat and you will be on your way. So, do you agree to submit to your husband and myself to fulfill my every desire for you both?"

Not talking moves the conversation right along and she had not missed a beat meaning this felt more like an interview that had been well-rehearsed. I had so many questions, but the look on her face told me I was not free to ask them. "Fuck it, there goes my plan of appealing to her feminine nature and talking one girl to another!" I thought.

Jess had warned me.

Just then the maître d came to the table with my jacket and asked my host if there would be anything else. She looked at me and said, "I do not like to repeat myself, do you submit?" I quickly nodded. She then looked at the manager and said "You may administer the final test.

The woman walked over to me and held my chair as I stood up, she then effortlessly grabbed on skirt and hiked it up to my waist, exposing my bare ass. MH smiled at me saying "Nice choice, no panties. Good girl."

The manager placed my jacket on the back of my chair and then sat me down and spread my legs so she was standing between them over me. MH had a perfect view of my face and everything that was happening while this exotic smelling woman went breathing in my smell as she passed my neck and chest on her way to be on her knees in front of me. She looked up at me saying "No perfume. No Body spray. She then put her head between my legs and I gasped as she felt around and said, "She is also well groomed, mistress." She then without a word of warning stuck her tongue in my pussy and swirled it around for several moments, licking and sucking.

She stopped as abruptly as she had started saying "Her cycle past last week, she is at least two weeks out form her next cycle and her taste is pleasant and not overwhelming." I looked at her shocked. She was right about my cycle. The woman then stood up and helped me to my feet, putting my skirt and blouse back in place before helping me into my overcoat before promptly leaving the table.

I now stood there looking at MH who had just been enjoying the show, but before I could think to formulate a question she simply smiled and said " You may call me Mistress Helen. If we find ourselves in public you may call me Helen and if you do I will make sure you are punished for each time you call me by my given name. Do you understand?" I nodded. She then leaned towards me and said, "Dear, you passed the final test, now you must say the words "Yes, mistress."

As I got in my car I wondered if that had all really just happened. In what world is there even someone who does these things! I barely remember the manager helping me into my jacket, handing me a sealed envelope and wishing me a good day. What snapped me back to reality was glancing at my watch.... Son of a bitch it was 1:45, exactly..... As I left the parking lot I realized my fingers were now lightly caressing my pussy. I realized I needed to get home and have my way with my husband when my phone rang. It was Jess.

"Jess! You weren't kidding. What an amazing woman!". Jess talked to me for a few minutes and again warned me to follow her instructions to the letter if I wanted the threesome to be successful. It was then I remembered the sealed envelope handed to me. I was so horny I had forgotten I even had it gripped in my hand wrapped around the steering wheel. I had solved date night, but had not considered the fact that I was not across the finish line yet and Jess explained that the envelope probably had very specific requirements for both me and for hubby!

I hung up with Jess and realized I must have broken several traffic laws as I pulled into our neighborhood just ten minutes later. I needed to get fucked and from the way hubby looked at me this morning it would be a race to see whose idea it is to put me on my hands and knees, first. I was verbally instructed by Mistress that neither of us could have sex after today, so that man of mine was about to get lucky. The maître d list of instructions for next Saturday would be reviewed after our session.

For now, it was game on!

I walked into the house stripping my outfit from my body as I quietly moved through the rooms. I heard noise in the bedroom, so I sauntered in that direction, but stopped abruptly at the door. What I was witnessing left me speechless.

(Him:) I estimated the timing of my alone time way wrong. She left and was home within less than three hours and I had lost all track of time as I started looking at the videos in her hidden folder called "FantasyPlans". The folder had images and video's similar to what was in her browser history, but this folder had a more consistent theme of situations where the man was dominated and put in a situation where he would find a plastic or real cock in his mouth or ass. The videos included the actors being "surprised" by a woman who ended up being a shemale or a wife cuckolding her husband. Video after video all carried the same type of theme and I figured out that this was where she stored those visions of things she wanted to do, but was not going to suggest it for obvious reasons. In all our years of marriage I had never had a desire to be in a threesome with another man, women, sure, but it only ever went that way.

Now I am watching these videos and I cannot stop imagining her standing over me with her strap-on forcing it into my mouth. I got so hard watching some of the videos that I needed a release or a distraction to slow me down. I should have just stopped, but I believed I still easily had an hour before she was headed home. Instead of stopping I decided to grab the strap-on dildo and lay my head over the edge of the bed while inserting the dildo into my mouth and pushing it into my throat.

I did this while listening to the woman on the video tell her man how sexy he looked sucking her cock. The dirty talk and imagery of her standing over me combined with the constant pressure of the dildo against the back of my throat while I slowly stroked my cock, must have been a sight to see.

I suddenly felt like I was not alone. My eyes snapped open and I saw her standing in the doorway in nothing but her lacey bra and gartered stockings. I was busted!

In 30 years of marriage, she had only caught me masturbating once and it was about ten years ago. It was really awkward for both of us. In fact, when it happened she just turned around and left the room. However, ten years ago, I was not sucking on her strap-on cock and watching videos on her laptop from a folder she obviously did not want to share with me. She startled me, suddenly appearing in the doorway, I had no time to react, but I got an immediate command that told me she was not just walking away this time.

(Her:) There was my husband of 30 years with his head hanging off the end of the bed and taking a dildo down his throat like a pro. I know because this is how he has me deepthroat him. He was stroking his cock and it was obvious from the wetness glistening from his cock that he had been doing it for a while. None of that bothered me, what bothered me was that he was using my laptop to watch porn.

"What the fuck! Oh no. Don't you move! You stay right where you are you horny fucktard!" I walked over to him and his mouth made a loud popping sound as I ripped my dildo from it and replaced his toy with my pussy saying, "You need to get me as worked up as you are."

This was always the plan, anyway, but now I had the advantage and was going to exploit it. His tongue was hot and moving expertly through the folds of my ecstasy, but all I could see was the woman between my legs from the restaurant. It was at this point I glanced at my laptop and watching the video on the screen. It looked familiar and it took a minute for me to put it all together. That little shit had been snooping around in my laptop and "Oh, God!" he found my folder.

I was mortified and my embarrassment took the place of my enjoyment. He was never like this in the past, why was he on my laptop? I picked up the laptop and noticed several tabs open in the browser. As I clicked through the tabs I realized every tab were of videos I had watched in the last week. I moved from embarrassed to angry as I began grinding my hips against his face looking at all the evidence of his invasion of my privacy. He began to push against my legs, I realized he was struggling to breathe as I continued to now crush my pussy into his face.

I relented just enough to make sure he could hear me say "You have a lot of explaining to do, but for now you are going to do it with your tongue. I can't believe you would go snooping around my laptop! How could you do that? What were you thinking!" I had so many questions, none of which I was giving him the ability to answer. So instead, I started giving him instructions. You need to move your tongue up and to the right, yes right there. Now suck it there. Good, oh god yess...." He was so good at eating me out with just a little guidance.

As I began to get carried away by the fleshy feeling from him tongue and mouth I realized his snooping had made our conversation about Mistress Helen's instructions, so much easier for me. I was going to be able to take total advantage of this situation and not just by the magic his tongue was working on my clit, but for so much more. From the moment I walked into the bedroom and saw the look on his face; he knew he was in real trouble. Now, if I played this right, I would not need to explain whatever was in the letter to him or negotiate with him. I would not have to do any of it, now. However, he would still have to agree and I should do something soon because I could tell his tongue was getting tired.

(Him:) I am so fucked. How could I be so stupid! She is obviously pissed by the fact that she has tried to suffocate me with her pussy for the past five minutes. I can tell by the weight shifting on my face that she has discovered the laptop porn and has put it all together. I am not quite sure why her pussy was so wet when she sat on my face, but I was not in a position to ask any questions. She started talking to me about being able to trust me and not honoring our deal. She then talked about cancelling her plans for our date night. I was getting tired sliding my tongue around her wet sticky goodness, but was not going to try and talk my way out of the situation. I was so wrong, I had no defense and if the worst was her cancelling a threesome, well I would just agree with her and beg for her forgiveness.

She then told me to stroke my cock if I still wanted to have a date night and to show her how bad I wanted it. I felt my cock twitch and I began jerking it hard and fast. She told me she was going to get something and for me not to say a word. That she would let me know when I could speak and even then the only thing she wanted to hear me say was "Yes, my lady".

I now laid on our bed with my dick in my hand as she walked into the bathroom. She started telling me about her luncheon with a very interesting woman. She told me she was very demanding and was interested in joining us next weekend for some fun. Just then my wife came out of the bathroom with her strap-on in place. The dildo now sat right over the meal I had just eaten. She was a picture of perfection as she still had on the garter and pantyhose, but had released her boobs from their lacy fabric.

In on swift move she moved over top of me and slapped the strap-on against my cheek saying I know this is what you were imagining when I walked in, so I am going to give it to you as she slid the dildo into my mouth. While she worked her cock in and out of my mouth she explained that I was going to have work to do, if I wanted her to forgive me. She then explained that there were specific instructions this mystery woman had for us to get ready for next week. I learned that this would be our last opportunity for sex before our date night. I learned that the woman was dominate with my wife, that she had stripped her in the middle of a restaurant and had another woman lick her pussy. All of this new information had my head swimming I started stroking faster, but she stopped me.

She then dropped the bomb on me by saying "Given the situation you find yourself in I expect you to follow all of the instructions I have from her. I will forgive your invasion of my privacy and never speak of this again, but when Mistress Helen gets here, you will do what she says or you will deal with me and the bullshit you just pulled with my laptop. Now I only need to here two words from you before I have you fuck me hard."

(Her:) It felt like a year had passed and my heart was pounding in my ears. I had just pulled my strap-on from his mouth and were waiting for the three words. They followed after he took a couple of deep breaths saying "Yes, my lady".

I then ordered him to his feet saying "Now, take that hard cock of yours and pound on me from behind, but don't you even think about coming!" I climbed up on the bed and spread my legs enough for him to get between them as he stroked his cock against my wetness before sliding it all the way until I fell his balls on my ass. I took a perverse pleasure in looking between my legs and watching the dildo bounce around as he fucked me. I imagined what his looks like when I take his ass, what it might look like if someone else took his ass and that was enough for my eyes to close and my senses to be overloaded as I orgasmed all over his hungry cock. He is a good fuck, now gripping my hips tightly and driving his weight into me, forcing me into the bed from the weight of his thrusts. He was fucking me like his little bitch and that is what I had been craving since I left Mistress Helen. When I had enough I told him to stop and to lay back down on the bed the way I had originally found him. I then told him to wait until I returned and for him to slowly jerk himself and stay hard. I then felt him watch me as I turned and leave the room giving him a good profile view of me in my strap-on.

(Him:) Watching my wife leave the bedroom made me appreciate the genetics her parents had shared with her. After 30 years the body endures beauty marks as a result of life, pregnancy, work and it tends to loosen up and gravity has its effects, but my god she was still tight in all the right places. She disappeared down the hallway and I could only imagine what might make her leave when she quickly reappeared with an envelope in her hand saying sternly

"This is what we have agreed to do before our date night. I am going to read it to you and then I will decide how we are going to take care of you." I slowly continued to stroke my cock as she read a list of toys and lubes to be available, some of it I had never heard of. Then there was a section on hygiene and I struggled a bit with the hair removal parts, but again there she stood over me with her cock inches away from my face reading this information with authority. I was not going to question any of it. I would try to find ways around it later. I continued to stroke and she continued to read for the next several minutes before putting the paper aside and saying playfully "We have a lot to do to be ready for our Mistress."

I was now skeptical about how we agreed to our date night. I wanted to get her and another woman together to have some fun and put her in a position to do what I wanted her to do, but this sounded like neither one of us were going to have much control over the fun to be had on our own date night!

Smacking my cheek with her realistic cock and bringing me back to the moment she said "Now what are we going to do with you? I am guessing you were going to rub one out and then give me a half effort tonight when I got home all hot and horny from my luncheon. You are a bad boy."

She stuck her cock in my mouth, so I knew she was not seeking answers or excuses from me. I also realized that this ride was not over yet. For several minutes she talked about being embarrassed walking in on me, but even more violated by my actions and invasion of her privacy.

She made me stop stroking my cock and now she started talking to it, rather than to me... "Why do you put him in these situations? I know you enjoy being in my pussy and ass, but you are allowing him to risk all of that for some porn and a plastic cock?" My cock twitched with her words as she ensured her cock was in my mouth, but I could still hear her as she now fully took my cock in her hands.

I watched her breathe her hot breath on the tip of my dick as she wrapped her hands around it and continued her dirty talk. She would lick the tip occasionally as she spoke then she said, " I bet you wish he could just suck you into his mouth like he is doing with my cock right now." My cock jerked against her hand. I felt and heard her giggle as she continued, "Of course you do. What man wouldn't." Looking at me mischievously and sucking on the head before continuing, "Then you could convince him to suck on you anytime and you would not need my laptop to make you hard and him so horny. I bet you would even make him suck on you until you cum in his mouth."

Another violent twitch of confirmation from that little fucking traitor! She continues talking, whispering and licking her tongue while encouraging my "little head" to continue betraying me.

My reactions just seemed to spur her on even more.

Yes, I had been rummaging through her browser history and had gotten so turned on by watching the videos she found enticing, so of course I had thought about these things, but now she had me rock hard and the thought of her licking and stroking the cock that was just bathed in her pussy juices was enough of a turn on, but she was pushing it to the edge of what I have ever heard her talk about and frankly I was losing my mind, but she would not stop.

"Well, I guess I could take my girl cock out of his mouth and rub it on you until he makes you come and then stick that cum covered cock back in his mouth." Again, with the twitch of betrayal. At this point she removed her cock from my mouth and repositioned herself between my legs with her cock parallel to my own. I anticipated she would start playing with both cocks and move forward with her plans, but then I felt a cold sensation of lube as her thumb pressed firmly between the cheeks of my ass and then she wasted no time as she found her target and went straight into my ass.

She was stacking pillows under my ass, as she gave herself better access to both my ass and my cock. Now looming over me stroking both her cock and mine together and inserting fingers into my ass she then ready to talk to me.

"What do you want?" she hissed.

I struggled to reply from the various sensations as my prostate was being stroked in the same rhythm as my cock. I recalled watching a video like this from her collection. She was playing out one of her videos! I was so turned on by her activities and her wicked smile that I didn't know what to say.

Usually, I am the one directing her into positions, moving her around the bed, making sure she is satisfied by the sensations and I get my fill of her visually before deciding how I want to be satisfied, but this was different and that made it even hotter.

(Her:) I couldn't help it. I was still mad and embarrassed that he had unraveled so much about what I had tried to keep private for decades. I did promise him that I would forgive him. I told him I would not bring it up again, but right now.... I was gonna make that little prick pay for his actions. I had him speechless as I gently caressed his prostate and stroked his cock, so it was the perfect opportunity for me to get him back.

I love the man, but there are things that he does that gross me out. Over the years he always found a way to spray his hot sticky sperm across my face and in my mouth on birthdays, anniversaries or vacations. He has even had me swallow him while I am peeing! He is a horn dog! I have never been a fan of facials and I have told him he can put that stuff in two other holes, but he wants what he wants. Now I want what I want and he is going to see how it feels.

It is pure submissive behavior to allow this, I know. To be laying there waiting for him to plaster my face and mouth with his hot sticky mess. He says it is a huge turn-on for him, so I let him do it, but I am not turned on at all!

So now I was going to put this little horndog right where I want him and by the time he figures it out it will be too late. "So, you don't know what you want? Good, then I am going to give you what your cock wants, so you just stay quiet and let the two of us finish our conversation."

I then drove my mouth over the top of his cock until it touched the back of my throat and began picking up the pace of the prostate massage, while keeping my thumb on one of his balls to ensure I did not get him too close to cumming. I then stopped abruptly and told him I needed him at a different angle. I had him move closer to the headboard with his feet against the top of it and pillows supporting his lower back.

I then took my cock off, lubed it up and began working it into his relaxed ass. It slid right in and I said, "That's a good little fuck boy." I then took his cock in my mouth saying to him "I want you to come for me while I am sucking your cock and fucking your ass." I then got in a rhythm until I felt his balls start to contract.

I am sure he thought I was going to swallow his load as I moaned and his balls contracted. I took my mouth off of his cock and I heard him sigh. I looked at him with a wicked smile and said, "Oh baby this is about what your cock wants, not what you want." I then continued the pace and told him to come on my face. That was enough for him as he started to convulse. That was my cue.

I had seen it in a lot of videos, right before they cum they tense up and can't really move alot. When his muscles tightened I jammed the dildo all the way into his ass. This caused him to arch his back and help me with his body weight.

I lifted his lower back and locked it into place with several pillows I had stacked up around us. This arch in his back was perfect and was just enough of an angle for him to now be staring at his own cock.

When he realized what I was doing his body jerked, but I held him firm and said "Open your fucking mouth and take you own load fuck boy! Do what your cock wants. Cum for us. Make us happy."

His cock flinched hard as my aim was a little off and the first stream hit the side of his face and his cheek. I said sternly "Hold still and keep that mouth open." The next spurt was on target as it made a "splat" sound against his lip as it dripped into his mouth and he just kept on coming for several seconds with every spurt landing all over his face and chest. I said "Wow, honey you came a lot! Your cock must have really wanted it!"

Then I removed the pillows holding his lower back in place and laid down next to him to admire my work. I laid next to him and watched as he continued to twitch and recover from the experience. Maybe there was something hot about facials afterall....

As soon as he caught himself coming back to reality I said, " I think I found something about facials that I enjoy." He reached up to remove some of the cum from his eyes so he could see, but I told him to stop. I then scooped the cum away from his eyes saying, "You have done this to me for 30 years, so now you will sit in your own mess until I get done feeding it to you."

As I talked I moved the cooling cum from his face and into his mouth saying "You now know what it feels like to be trying to recover from a glorious orgasm, only to have this sticky white shit sprayed all over your face, stinging your eyes and coating the inside of your mouth. As you know your cum does not taste like chocolate or anything that should be put in your mouth following an orgasm, but you, my little fuck buddy, are going to eat it all because that is what your cock told me it wanted, so it must be what you want too."

(Him:) I don't think there is a single sperm left in my sac. My body betrayed me and it would just not stop cumming. I usually get three or four strong spurts in an orgasm, but this one was double that! Once I realized what she was doing I tried to limit the effect, but I was already worked up for hours and brought up and down edging me closer to climax. I had no control of my body or my cock. Then she manipulated me into that crazy position and she convinced me she wanted to swallow my cum. That is when I saw that she had it pointed at me and I was already lost to my orgasm. Once the first stream hit my face I just lost myself in the moment, then I tasted my hot cum in my mouth and it was like being sticking my finger in a light socket. It was electrifying until I realized I was blind and my beautiful bride was now laying next to me and talking to me as she fed me my cum.

She was still talking dirty to me as she scooped my cum off my face and put it all in my mouth. Then she removed her cock still inside me and told me to hold still. A minute later she placed a warm washrag on my face. As I cleaned off my face she whispered in my ear. "I hope you enjoyed that because Mistress says no more sex until our date night."

I thought in that moment, I could make it a week, no problem.

And I was wrong!