The Third Pt. 02

I was hammering Pet up her ass at a very high velocity, yet nowhere near the maximum speed and force I was physically capable of fucking at. She was bent over the L extension of my desk, screaming with pleasure as I gathered her hair around my right hand, wrapping it and then pulling hard. She screamed unintelligible half word sounds to the heavens as I grinned, loving the sheer power of the act. I'd never thought of myself as a person who would enjoy being this much of a true dom, as I didn't enjoy inflicting pain, but I'd learned quickly with her that it was what she needed, and giving her pleasure while exerting control tapped into an aspect of my personality and abilities as a lover I didn't even realize I had.

Plus, goddamn was she was into it. She'd had vanilla sex, and been with guys and girls who just wanted to do what Melinda and I had done for decades--go out to dinner/coffee/music, come back, and have a fun but pretty straightforward romp. But Pet didn't want that, she hated the standard kissing to fondling to oral to penetration progression.

It wasn't just pain, although she loved pinched nipples, her clit nibbled, and some rougher treatment. No, for her, it was all about the permission. She had a hair trigger, but she'd deliberately trained herself to remove it, and only cum when her master let her. She claimed it gave her freedom to be and feel owned. I didn't fully understand, but I believed her.

When I finally felt my climax nearing, I deliberately pulled out. Spinning her around, I nodded downward and she dropped to her knees as I quickly stroked my cock and spurted directly into her mouth. A few dribbles hit her chin, but she quickly gathered them up, scooping them into her mouth. I stood before her, panting as I came down, and she went to scoot forward and suck my softening tool. I put my hand out and stopped her head, and she whimpered. I knew she didn't care, but I didn't allow her to go ass to mouth, as I didn't want her getting sick from something that dumb. However, as a couple of drops slowly leaked out of my tip, they fell to the floor, and she quickly bent down and licked them up. I sighed to myself--at least the floors were recently cleaned.

*9 Months Earlier*

I can't tell you how utterly unremarkable of a Thursday night it was when we went to Vecina. We loved the restaurant because it had great food, was reasonably priced, good service, and was consistent, so we probably were there every month. One of our kid's best friends from college, Mackenzie, worked there for about a year, and thus we'd slowly met much of the staff as well. But we weren't the type to try and exploit connections for free food or whatever, and we ate our bruschetta and then our dishes in relative quiet, with Mackenzie's friend Maria stopping by to say hello for 30 seconds once, and the co-owner Josh waving quickly as he rushed around to provide reinforcements for a large group that came in with no notice. It was an average date for us, where we talked about nothing in particular, just work, family life, and some other assorted bullshit.

At the end of the meal, I was in the bathroom for maybe a couple of minutes, and came back to find Maria getting up from the table, chatting amicably with Melinda. She bent over, gave her a very quick hug, and zoomed off, going the opposite direction from me. I closed the rest of the distance and sat down.

"Did they bring the check yet?"

Melinda didn't respond. I tilted my gaze to look straight at her, and she shook her head. "Sorry, what?"

"The check, you know, the thing where we exchange our money for the service and goods we just had," I said, taking her in. Her face and upper body was flushed, and she looked flustered. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, sorry... um, I was just a bit distracted by... sorry, I was talking to..." She paused for a few beats, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said "I'll explain in a bit, sorry. Let's get paid and get out of here."

"Sure..." I drawled, regarding her uncertainly. I saw our waitress filing by, and raised a hand to get her attention, making the symbol for signing a bill. She breezed over and paused by the table.

"Yes?"

"Could we get our check, please?" I inquired.

"Oh! Didn't she tell you? Maria comped you two. She even tipped me already. Said you didn't need to worry about a thing."

I was a bit surprised, since I didn't think we were that good of friends, but wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Melinda flushed further, and muttered, "Tell her thank you, it wasn't necessary, but we appreciate her a lot." I noticed a nervous tone to her voice, and wanted to ask again what was wrong, but instead just resolved to let her wait and tell me in her own time.

I nodded, did a quick bit of mental math--the dinner with our appetizer had probably been around a hundred bucks, so I quickly pulled out $25 from my wallet and gave it to her. "This is for you, thanks," I said, pressing it into her hand as she began to wave it off. I smiled at her, then turned to Melinda and proffered my hand, which she took, standing up and beginning our stride toward the front door. The waitress called out thanks behind us, and I gave her a small smile and wave, and then seeing Maria as we neared the door, I gave her a similar smile, nod, and small wave. She waved back, blowing a kiss and a wink, and we were out the door.

I handed my ticket to the valet, and went to turn to my wife, but she just shook her head once, and I waited until we had collected the car and were a few beats away from the restaurant. I turned to look at her and ask what was up, but before I could even get it out of my mouth, she spat out "Maria wants to fuck and date us."

My brain locked up. I made a couple of sounds, my brain still trying to process what I'd just heard, before spitting out "What?!"

"Maria. She came over to the table, said hi, sat down, then leaned over and said she wants to date us and be our girlfriend and little submissive."

"Okay, back up..." I stumbled, my brain trying and failing to grasp what I'd just heard. "What exactly did she say?"

Melinda took a deep breath. "She said hi, sat down, then leaned over so she could talk lowly. Then she said 'hey, you don't need to answer anything right now, but I need to tell you that I'm really attracted to you and would love to date you and possibly more.' And..." she paused for a few.

"Okay..."

"Yeah, and then I sort of stammered 'but I'm married to Kevin, and...' and she smiled and said 'sorry, I should have started with this, but I really want you both. I'm really attracted to the two of you, and want to have a relationship with you both.' And then I kind of struggled for something to say and I was just sort of sitting there trying to come up with something, then she said 'I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ambush you, I know we don't know each other that well. I just knew if I didn't say anything now, I'd chicken out, but I've always had these desires about dating a couple, especially an older couple, and I'd love to tell you more about it if you'd like to have dinner some night. Think about it for now, but if you are ever open to the idea, just know I'd be the best most, well-behaved, brilliant, charming girlfriend in public, and the sluttiest, most submissive little daughter Pet in private. Think about it.' Then she bent over, gave me a quick hug, kissed my ear, stood up and said 'Your dinner's absolutely on me tonight, no arguments' loudly enough for the next couple tables to hear, and dashed off."

I was silent for a moment, then finally let out a "Wow..."

"Yeah."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. I didn't have the chance to think of anything, and I was way thrown off by all of it."

"Uh... yeah, that's fair."

"Yeah..." she said, still obviously dazed.

I turned onto our street (the restaurant was less than 10 minutes away from home), then reached up and clicked the garage door opener. I guided my car in next to hers, killed the engine, then closed the garage behind us. We both sat there for a bit, confused. I was the first one to break the silence.

"How old is Maria again?"

"I think she's the same age as both Mackenzie and Kat, so that'd make her 26 or so?"

I chuckled. "Well, for two people who just hit 50, I guess that's flattering."

Melinda laughed, and I took her in yet again. My wife was a couple months older than me, but she could have lied and passed for 30. Her hair was a thick, wavy auburn mass with no die and had yet to gray. Her eyes were a bright shade of turquoise-hued blue, and she had no major wrinkles on the virtually flawless skin she almost never marred with makeup (minus lipstick or the very rare bit of eye makeup). Her freckles fit her redheaded coloring, and her body still turned heads, with full, generous D-cup tits and an ass that you could practically rest a bottle on. She occasionally bemoaned being "short" at 5'6", but I thought she was perfect. Our sex life, while a little slower after almost 30 years together, was still great, and we were happy to be the college sweethearts that beat the odds and were still in love.

I for my part, was 6'1", still in good shape due to my jogging regimen, and was thoroughly salt and pepper on my dome, but I refused to succumb to vanity and die it. Melinda assured me I was still quite hot, a "silver fox," as all the gals put it. She gave the same look she always gave me, of love and a comfortable bond.

"I guess we'll just have to figure out how to let her down gently," I said, smiling at her, and she leaned forward and kissed me. It started off sweet, but after a couple of minor pecks, she opened her mouth, and our tongues began to duel softly, then she picked up the intensity.

She began touching me with some insistence, trailing her hand over my pec, palming it and moaning into my mouth slightly as she squeezed it. She grabbed the back of my head with her other hand as she pulled me deeper into the kiss, grabbing one of my hands and placing it on her breast. I kneaded it firmly the way I knew she loved, and she sharply inhaled, trailing her hand down until she came to my crotch, where she quickly undid my belt and slacks until she had my growing member in my hand. I was surprised she was being this forward--usually sex with Melinda meant the bedroom only, she'd indicate what she wanted ahead of time, with a lot of foreplay, but this...

I groaned slightly at her touch, and escalated when she bent down without warning and took my hardness into her exquisite mouth--she was an oral queen, and I loved her head, even if I loved her pussy more--and she started sucking me roughly and with purpose. I arched my back against the seat, and she leaned up, resuming her jacking as she kissed me again, and then she said the words that were more powerful than a heavyweight champ's punch as she leaned in to my ear:

"What if I said I wanted to tell her yes?"

My jaw dropped, and as she pulled back and looked at me, she smiled seductively, and nodded. The garage light clicked off, and she backed up, opening her door and she exiting my car. Before shutting her door, she bent down and said "Living room. Now." Her door shut and she walked into the house, her low heels clacking on the concrete. I was scrambling to get up by the time the door had swung shut behind her, trying to hold my pants up as I dashed after her.

Melinda's ass was on perfect display bent over the couch, her skirt kicked off and pooled in a pile on the floor. I came up behind her, caressed her ass gently, then slowly peeled her panties down. They were unsurprisingly drenched, and sank off her as she put her legs together to let gravity send them downward. She stepped out of them, looking back over her shoulder as I lined up, pushing into her furnace of a pussy with no resistance.

"Fuck yeah baby, pretend I'm that little submissive slut taking your dick," she moaned.

"It's a hot fucking idea," I said, grabbing onto her hips as I started hammering into her.

"Yeah, it is," she continued. "You can fuck both of us, going back and forth some nights. Or sometimes when I'm wiped out you can go down the hall and screw her silly. Plus I'm sure she's a kinky little slut. Probably into all kinds of craziness I won't let you do."

"Uh-huh," I intoned, reaching around and grabbing onto her full tits.

"Probably likes the butt stuff, and I know you enjoy that sometimes. She said she's really submissive so she probably wants to be tied up and reamed up the ass hard. You might be able to skullfuck her too, who knows."

I increased my speed, grabbing her hips as I really began to give her everything I had in the tank.

"And won't you be glad you can fuck her ultra hard, harder even than you fuck me? I'm sure she'll love it and you can watch those big blue eyes get wide as you spread her tight little body wide open and absolutely punish her."

I screamed at the top of my lungs as I tipped over the edge quickly, and Melinda followed my from my first pump as I buried every millimeter of my rock hard prick in her, holding her hips so hard I felt her feet momentarily leave the ground.

I stayed sheathed in her for a bit, as we both panted and returned to our dimension. Finally, I pulled out of her slowly, and she grabbed her panties and hiked them back up so she could sit on the couch and collapse for a moment.

I looked over at her and smiled, taking in her freshly fucked gorgeousness. "That was hot," I mused. "You should talk more during sex."

"Okay," she giggled. "Maybe she can help me."

"Haha."

She stopped and looked at me. "What's that about?"

"I appreciate the fantasy, but you don't have to continue this."

"Continue what? I'm not joking, baby."

I stopped and shook my head for a moment. "Seriously? The woman who used to tell me that she'd gladly beat women who tried to horn in on her territory? Seriously?!"

She looked at me with a sultry smile. "Are you going to tell me that you're not interested in nailing that girl?"

I struggled for words, still a bit taken aback. Maria was beyond gorgeous. Even without makeup and in her big horn-rimmed glasses at the restaurant, she had a fresh faced, pale, slightly freckled appeal. Her aesthetic was somewhere between mild sexpot grad student to Angelina Jolie's gothy sister, depending on what she was going for that day. She was tall, slender, and a bit slim-hipped, although she had a nice little butt and teardrop shaped breasts. Whenever she saw us, usually at the restaurant, she was quick to flirt, but I always assumed it was just who she was, and didn't think it meant anything. This put an entirely different perspective on everything.

"I'm not saying it's not tempting. I'm just surprised to hear you even entertain the idea."

Melinda regarded me for a moment, smiling her little crooked half smile that I loved so much. "I can't explain it. I know it's out of character for me..."

*Present Day*

I was going to try and get in a workout and a nap after work, but Pet came to me practically begging to get filled now. She barged in to the primary bedroom naked (sans collar), and when I told her I had planned to do other things first--I still had 90 minutes according to her wishlist from earlier in the day--she literally got down on her knees. She looked at my crotch with longing, knowing that she couldn't open my fly unless I said it was okay, but she put her fingers inside herself and was very energetically playing with what was clearly a very wet and aroused pussy. "I need to cum, master. I need it so bad. I've edged myself too hard and now I need to recover."

I considered whether or not I should comply. Sometimes, when she edged too hard, she tended to retreat into a "small" space where she got too submissive, to the point of being unable to state her needs or even articulate herself when it got really bad. Thankfully, it had been a declining trend since we first started fucking, happening less, but I hated to see her get insecure. Then, there were my own needs. Granted, I'd cum two times this day, and I didn't NEED to cum, but she had gotten me quite used to four or occasionally more ejaculations a day, and my body had gone into overdrive since then. Plus, I hadn't had my favorite yet, and that combined with the sight of her literally shaking with horniness pushed away any of my resolve over making her wait. I nodded to her, and she quickly undid and shucked my shorts to the ground.

I grabbed the ring around the front of her collar roughly with two fingers and pulled her up to kiss me. As I did so, she whimpered into my mouth, her leg wrapped around me as she ground her pubic mound against my thick cock. She was sodden! I gasped, but then felt myself steel even more. She kept riding me like a rail, coming as close as she could to making her clit and hood "stick" on my head, but not trying to insert me into her since she didn't have permission. I thought about how to play it out, but as I felt her breath hitch a bit more, I suddenly lost control, wrapping my arm around her waist and lifting her. She squealed in delight, and I quickly walked her over and parked her butt on the edge of the bed. Then, with no preliminary, I bent my knees down a bit before I pivoted my hips, lining up and thrusting completely home. She screamed, and I responded by wrapping my other arm around her mid and upper back, grabbing her hair roughly.

She wrapped her long legs around my back. I pulled back until just my head was in her and thrusted in hard to the root. She groaned with the audible clap of our flesh, and I repeated the action with even more force. Her groan changed into a yell, and, spurred on, I kept going hard, really laying it down as I plowed her with abandon.

She wrapped her arms around my back, clawing her fingernails into my skin hard as I passionately pummeled her pussy. I kissed her with force, moving my lips over to her neck, tasting the salty sweat beginning to push forth with her exertion as I felt our chests begin to subtly slide against each other. Knowing she was getting close, I reached down and cupped her taught, tiny ass with one hand, putting my left slightly higher on her hip so I could manipulate her faster, almost throwing her up and down along my firm length. I could feel my own climax in the distance, and she looked at me, her blue eyes turning a steel shade with arousal, boring into mine, expectant, hoping even. I didn't say anything and tried not to bely my movements, but as my hips started to blur with speed, she could feel my cock expand and hit full rigidity, and I felt her breathing get shakier as her pupils widened. Finally, I pulled her as close against me as possible as I pushed every bit of my length inside her glorious channel, screaming my release as my balls emptied deep within her.

Instantly, she tipped over the edge herself, and I could feel her quivering quim clench around my intruding cock like an almost uncomfortably tighter version of the glove it was as colossal amounts of fluid flowed around my length, gushing out rhythmically as her contractions continued. Pet thrust her head back and screamed a bray of pleasure to the heavens, bucking against me in a semi-spasm that barely went anywhere, but had the added effect of grinding her clit hard against my pubic bone. She opened her mouth wider, but no sound came out minus a weak, barely audible croak, and her eyes rolled back in her head as I encircled her with my arms even tighter moments before her body went slack.

Her breath paused for an uncomfortably long beat, hitched, then quickly she inhaled and began breathing heavily. I cradled her head with my left hand as I held her up, her exhalations blowing across my face as I began softly kissing her cheeks and all over her face and neck, little bits of tears from her eyes dotting my lips. "Are you okay?" I asked, experiencing the very weird juxtaposition of worry after an incredibly intense orgasm.

Her eyes opened, and she stared at me with a look of rapture. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a fierce kiss, probing the depths of my mouth as she moaned a guttural tone. "Wow..." she began, pulling back slightly before resuming the kiss. I felt her grind on my still somewhat firm length. "Just fucking wow," she said, as she stared into my eyes. I went to pull back, but she locked her legs around my torso, refusing to let me budge. "Thank you Daddy. That was incredible. But I want more. I need more." She pushed against me, pulling back and then gliding all of me back into her luxurious depths. I crushed her against me as I pushed back in and kissed her again, grinning as we began to move against each other once more.