Seasons of Submission Pt. 01

Seasons of Submission

Part One of Four - Spring 2001 - A letter from my wife

I met Rachel five years ago at a dinner dance for the legal firm where she worked. I wasn't in the legal profession, I was there merely as a 'plus one' for a woman I'd dated a couple of times in the previous week. There was no spark between us; I didn't really want to go but I'd said I would so I did.

Rachel was there with a group of her colleagues from the family law section of the firm. She seemed well respected; I could tell she held a senior position from the way other people showed her deference. I asked my date about her and she told me Rachel was a senior solicitor; I don't think my date was at all concerned that I was showing more interest in one of her colleagues than I was in her. By then, we both knew it had been a mistake for her to invite me to accompany her and for me to agree.

Rachel and I had caught each other's eye several times during the evening. Just before the event concluded, my date had gone off to talk to some of her colleagues; I was sitting alone at a table. Rachel was very attractive, I couldn't help looking at her; whenever she looked in my direction, I looked away; she must have known I was showing an interest. Eventually, she came over to my table; she was carrying a glass of wine and a clutch bag.

She moved seductively in high heels and a knee-length black dress, her long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. She said I looked lonely sitting alone and asked if I wanted company. That was how we started; a week later, after dinner at a decent restaurant, we were in bed together in my small apartment. A year later, we were married and living in a three-bedroom semi-detached house in a suburb of the city where we both worked.

We both loved sex; who wouldn't love sex with a woman like my wife? As well as her mane of blonde hair, she has a very shapely figure, an attractive face and sparkling green eyes. She got these assets from her mother, more of whom later.

At thirty-five, my wife is a year older than me. We've been married for four years now and in that time she's become a junior partner at work so she is under a lot of pressure. I work as a planner for the local council, it's a responsible job but not as pressured as my wife's is; but this story really starts a year ago.

After our third year of marriage, the sex was still good but it had tailed off a little; it was usually me that initiated it; my wife did so very occasionally but she was often asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. We spoke about it, she said she still had the desire but, often, didn't have the energy.

I must confess I was worried that we might never get back to the levels of sexual activity and satisfaction that we used to enjoy; she used to love my fantasies and our occasional telephone sex if ever we were apart for a few days. I told her to stop apologising for not having the energy for regular sex; it was beginning to make me feel guilty that I was putting too much pressure on her.

I was usually home from work before her but sometimes I had to work late. One day when I arrived she was in the kitchen making our tea. She greeted me with the usual affectionate kiss; I went into the lounge to sit and drink the glass of wine that she'd handed to me when I spotted an intriguing headline in her women's lifestyle magazine. The magazine was lying open on the coffee table in front of me so I started to read the article. It was a report on a survey that found that two-thirds of women had fantasies about sexual submission. It went on to say that just over half of women said that bondage fantasies got them going; just over a third fantasised about being spanked or disciplined in some way.

I had to read it twice to take it all in; as I read it a second time, my cock began to swell. It was a revelation; even allowing for the fact that half of the women surveyed, whose favourite fantasies involved submission, said they wouldn't want to act them out, that still left a third of women with seriously hot thoughts about being sexually dominated.

My wife came into the lounge to tell me that tea was ready. She saw me looking at the magazine and snatched it up quickly saying she needed to tear out an article on makeup before she threw the magazine away. It was nonsense; she looked embarrassed so I didn't pursue it.

A few days later my wife drove me to the railway station to catch a train to a four-day residential course for planning officers. We'd had sex the night before; we always did if either of us were going to be away on a course for any length of time. She particularly liked me to fantasise about close encounters with attractive fellow attendees at these events; she loved the thought of being in sexually charged situations, extracting herself or myself at the last moment and then going back to our room and masturbating to relieve the sexual frustration.

I watched her getting dressed in her office attire; her tight, pin-striped skirt suit never failed to turn me on. The way that her skirts clung tightly to her shapely buttocks and strained taut across her thighs leaving the material puckered between them always had my penis pulsing with pleasure. Sadly, on this occasion, there were no stockings; I asked her to wear them with a tight skirt when she picked me up from the station on Friday afternoon; she agreed readily; we always tore each other's clothes off once we got home after a week-long separation.

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It was a beautiful April morning with birds singing, a blue sky and fresh green leaves on the trees. As she drove me to the station, my cock swelled at the sight of her knees and thighs as she worked the foot pedals; her skirt rode up; I never tired of looking at her legs in high heels and a tight skirt.

When she dropped me off, she caught me by the arm as I opened the door to get out of the car.

"I've something to tell you and something to ask of you but I'm too embarrassed to do it in person so I've written it all down."

She handed me an envelope and asked me not to open it yet.

"Please wait until you're alone somewhere; we can talk about it when you ring me this evening,.. or not if you prefer."

I looked surprised, "Don't worry," she said, "It's nothing drastic but it's become important to me and who I want to be. I hope it doesn't shock you or make you think that I'm depraved in any way, please bin it if you don't like it and we'll never speak of it again."

I was intrigued; my cock twitched at the word 'depraved.'

The train was busy so I decided to read my wife's note later when I'd be alone. Together with a couple of other course members I was taken in a minibus on the final leg of the journey to the college. It wasn't until I had some privacy in my room that I opened the envelope. I decided I would read the note and then go for a stroll in the grounds to stretch my legs after sitting still for several hours. Later on, I'd change for dinner and give my wife a ring before going to the bar to meet the other delegates.

I sat on the bed feeling a mixture of anxiety and curiosity as I opened the letter; it was a revelation; it shocked me and aroused me in equal measure:

"Darling,

I'm sorry I haven't been so attentive and ready for sex in recent months. We've talked about pressures at work and me feeling tired so there's no need for me to rehearse all of that again. I love our sex life as I know you do and I've been doing a bit of reading about how to get things back on track.

I've concluded that I have a response rather than a proactive desire. What this means is that I'm unlikely to initiate sex at the moment. I'm much more likely to respond to your demand for sex if you take control and have me whenever you feel the urge. It means that I will be available to you twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week; 'sex on demand' for want of a better phrase.

Whenever we've experimented with a little mild bondage in the past, I've been hugely gratified. I'm not sure why but I find that my body responds to having sex in this way. It makes me come alive and I feel great for hours afterwards. I think it's the pleasure of being wanted; it's a primal desire.

In my work life, I'm powerful and independent, not many people say no to me. So the thought of submitting to your control, not just in the bedroom but in all aspects of my home life, turns me on immensely. You don't have to tie me up; all you have to do is take me whenever you feel like it, never ask me, just take me. My goodness, I'm getting wet now as I write this to you.

From now on you're the boss; nothing is off limits, you can do what you want to me, you can fantasise about whatever you want. I will obey you because I trust you.

I submit to you completely.

I hope you understand my needs.

All of my love

Rachel x"

I put the letter down next to me on the bed; my mind was in a whirl. I picked it up and read it again; this time my cock swelled and set hard as I took in the erotic consequences of my wife's words.

I unbuttoned my fly and reached inside my underpants, pulling my erect cock free; it was big and hard; bursting with lustful sensations; I removed my T-shirt; in less than two minutes, my reply to my wife's letter was coating my chest and abdomen. I wanted to phone her straight away; to tell her about the effect she'd had on me but she wouldn't be home from work for several hours yet. Anyway, if I was going to dominate her from now on, I needed to play it cool. I imagined her sitting in her office in her pencil skirt and high heels, looking fuckable as she always did, holding the end of her pen against her full red lips, something she did unconsciously; it always turned me on.

She would be nervous about my reaction to her desire for me to dominate her. I felt the urge to put her mind at rest when I spoke to her later on but I'd bought into her plan hook, line and sinker so I prepared myself to adopt an assertive, masterful tone with her on the phone.

The college was in a lovely setting; I strolled around the grounds. My mind was full of my wife's letter and all of the things I've ever wanted to make her do in my fantasies: masturbate for me, wear stockings for me, open her legs on demand, dress according to my instructions, use sex toys whenever I told her to, even go to bed with other women, or at least fantasise about it.

The rural setting meant that my new Nokia phone was useless; like most delegates, I had to queue for one of two phone booths to use a landline. I rang as soon as I thought she'd be home from work.

"Hello, is that you?"

"Yes."

"I've been dreading this, please put me out of my misery."

I adopted a formal, assertive tone with her; it felt surprisingly natural.

"I've given careful thought to your proposal; I'm broadly in agreement with it, of course, there will be lots of details to iron out and I will expect complete obedience from you."

"Oh, God! What a relief... I'll do whatever you want, whatever you desire, whenever you want it, anything, anything at all."

"Be careful; you don't know what you might be letting yourself in for," my wife's breathing became shallow, "Is this turning you on?"

"God, yes, mmm, please will you fuck me as soon as we get home on Friday afternoon? I'll wear stockings and a short tight skirt for you like you asked me to."

"Put your hand inside your knickers now and play with yourself."

"Yes Sir."

"Now, let me hear you come."

"Oh, yes, gladly, I'll come for you whenever you want me to."

"Good, do it now, quickly."

"Yes Sir, oh, oh, God this is so hot; I'm thinking of your hard cock."

She was right; I was as hard as iron.

"Good, my cock likes the sound of that."

"I'll worship it always."

"I expect no less. When I get home, you will kneel obediently in front of me while I fuck you in the mouth."

"Oh, yes, yes, oh God, yes, I will, please make me do that, oh, oh, I'm going to come soon."

"How many fingers have you shoved inside your cunt?"

"Oh, God, thr... oh, threeeee."

"Fuck yourself hard and come for me now."

"Ohhh, oh Fuck, I want your cockkkk."

The next two evening phone calls were along similar lines; I stood in the phone booth, my cock at full stretch, listening to my newly obedient wife masturbating for me; I had taken to my new dominance like a duck to water; I relished the prospect of controlling her for her pleasure and mine.

I spent the week feeling constantly aroused; it didn't help that there were numerous foxy female delegates that I would gladly have fucked; I did exactly that, but only in my fantasies.

On the last evening of the course, an idea came to me to spice things up a little; I fed her a fantasy to test her willingness to experiment and the limits of her obedience. The fantasy was based on our 41-year-old single next-door neighbour who still lived with her mother. She usually dressed in dull, frumpy clothes; her long hair lacked style; underneath, she had a decent figure with shapely legs and breasts. My wife sometimes chatted with her over the garden fence; she never had a boyfriend; we both joked that she might be a latent lesbian; she didn't seem to have much of a life beyond her mother and the catholic diocesan office where she worked. I set the scene for my wife; it was a lesbian fantasy, something I'd never tried before so it would be a test of her obedience to me. She'd said nothing was off limits; I wanted to know if she meant it.

"When I get home I'm going to tie you to the bed in just your stockings, suspenders and heels."

"Oh, God yes, you must, please, you must use me in any way you want."

"I will; you can be sure of that."

"I'll do anything, anything you say."

"Are you certain of that?"

"Yes, yes I'll do anything no matter what."

"Are you touching yourself at the moment?"

"Oh, yes, Sir, my fingers are inside my wet little pussy; that's what you want, isn't it? You want me to make myself come for you don't you?"

"Mmm, I must say your obedience pleases me enormously."

"I'm yours to command; I'll do anything you ask of me."

"Anything?"

"Yes, absolutely anything; the thought of giving complete control to you turns me on so much; Oh God, the thought of you making me do something I've never done before is so erotic."

Her enthusiasm was very encouraging.

"Good, because I want you to imagine us both in the bedroom, me fully dressed, you on the bed in your black stockings and heels, with your hands tied behind your back when you hear the doorbell ring."

"Yes"

"I go downstairs to see who is at the door; you hear murmurs of conversation and then two sets of footsteps on the stairs."

"Oh, God."

"The bedroom door opens; I come in first; your pulse quickens as you wait to see who is with me."

"Oh, fuck, this is so hot."

"It's Mary, our prim and proper neighbour dressed as you've never seen her before, in a very short skirt suit and heels."

There was silence at the other end of the line, except for the sound of my wife's breathing.

"You're amazed at how shapely she looks; her braless breasts jiggle and sway as she removes her jacket"

Now I could hear my wife breathing rapidly through her slightly parted lips.

"She removes her jacket, hands it to me and without a word, she moves around to the end of the bed and opens your legs; she goes down on your pussy; her warm lips kiss your swollen labia."

I heard my wife's shuddering breath followed by a strangled cry; a moment later I heard the unmistakable sound of her building towards an orgasm. I know she's highly aroused and she's going to come quite soon so I ask her a direct question while she's in the mood to agree.

"If I told you to fuck a woman, would you do it? Does the thought of sex with a woman turn you on?"

There was a pause

"... Yes, if you told me to do it, I would."

And do you think you'd enjoy it? Would you like to find out what it feels like?

"... Yes; yes, I would."

"Good, that's something for the future then; now I want you to make yourself come for me while I tell how Mary teases your pussy with her tongue and lips."

"Oh, Jesus."

"She works on you for a full five minutes; you beg her to finish you off; she raises her head, turns and looks at me; I nod; she goes down on you again, this time with more intent; she probes your clitoris and licks the valley between your pussy lips and then forces her tongue inside you."

"Oh, my God, I'm going to come."

"Imagine her tongue squirming inside your cunt and come for me now."

"Oh, Jesus, I'm commmminngggg."

"..... Good girl, you've been very obedient so far; make sure you're dressed to my liking tomorrow."

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She walked down the platform to meet me; she was wearing a new lemon-yellow miniskirt with a matching yellow blouse, I could see the outline of her white suspender straps through the pale material; if I could see them, so could everyone else on the platform; the thought gave me an erotic thrill. She strolled up to me in white stilettos, her hips swaying, put her arms over my shoulders and kissed me sensually, her tongue scouring my mouth.

"Good afternoon, Darling; it's good to have you home; from this moment, I'm available for you to fuck whenever and wherever you like."

My cock, had already responded to her kiss; now it set solid at her submissive words.

"What do you think of my new outfit?"

"Very provocative; in future, you will ask my permission before buying clothes."

"Yes, sir. Shall I take your suitcase?"

"Wheel it along the platform; I'll carry it up the steps."

"Thank you, I'm grateful to you. Do you want to drive, or do you want me to serve as your chauffeur?"

I let her drive so that I could look at her legs on the way home; she knew what I was doing; she parted them slightly and let her skirt ride up to reveal her nude stocking tops. I rested my hand between the top of her thighs; she shuddered with arousal as I gently slid my little finger inside the gusset of her knickers. The sexual tension between us was extraordinary.

As soon as we set foot inside the house, I told her to kneel in front of me and suck me off; it was a magnificent sight, my wife's head bobbing at a constant rhythm as she played with my balls and took most of my erect penis into her warm, wet mouth. Her lovely breasts swayed in time with the movement of her head. I shot my load into the back of her throat; I was still hard; I told her to remove her knickers, bent her over the dining table and fucked her from behind. She came ferociously; her pretty suspender straps, her stocking tops and the raised hem of her new yellow miniskirt framed her delightful bare buttocks and her perfect pink pussy lips. Watching my hard dick slide in and out of her wet cunt was enough to prompt a mild echo of my orgasm from a few moments earlier.

The loving bond between us felt even stronger; sex on demand was all I'd ever dreamed of. I knew I mustn't overdo it; I tried to make allowances when she seemed tired; she always submitted to me without hesitation.

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We'd settled into a pattern; she said that sex on demand made her feel wholly at ease with herself; she described it as her destiny. A week into our new arrangement, I took her shopping to our local branch of Ann Summers and instructed her to buy a vibrator, a remote device so that I could control her pleasure levels in public and a paddle for spanking. As I had instructed, she was not wearing knickers; she wore a very tight pencil skirt, stilettos and a denim jacket covering her T-shirt.

In the sex shop, my cock was permanently stiff; I squeezed my wife's buttocks surreptitiously. The shop assistant tried to look cool and disinterested; the slight curl at the corners of her mouth gave away the fact that she was enjoying herself by watching us. When we got to the till, she kept her eyes downcast throughout the transaction, raising them, full of mischief, only at the end as she said "lucky lady" to my wife. My wife blushed and gave her a coy smile. As we walked away from the shop, I asked my wife if she'd like to fuck the assistant; she said yes, she would.

One week later, we dined at a classy restaurant in town. I told her to wear a long flared skirt with stockings and suspenders. She looked stunning in the black skirt and stilettos with a white shirt and a short orange jacket. Nestled inside her pussy was the remote vibration device; I had it on a low setting to keep her simmering. I ordered from the menu for her; she thanked me for the choices that I had made.

A good-looking man on another table went to the toilet. I turned up the remote and made her pussy thrill to the strong vibrations; I fantasised about her following him into a toilet cubicle and giving him a hand job until he shot globules of come into the toilet bowl. I told her that it dribbled over her fingers; she lifted her skirt and smeared his come over her pussy and then told him to lick it off.

The fantasy and my careful use of the remote control had her rapidly on the cusp of orgasm. She came then and there in the restaurant whilst I fantasised that the man's rough tongue had her in ecstasy. Fortunately, she was facing a wall and had her back to the other diners. She came hard but silently, clutching the edge of the table with all her might; only I knew that her legs trembled, her cunt walls clenched and pussy juice oozed into her knicker gusset.

When we got home, I made her kneel in front of me so that I could fuck her in the mouth again.

The next evening after dinner, I asked her about our phone sex when she came as I described our next-door neighbour Mary eating her pussy.

"You told me then that you'd like to know what it was really like to have sex with a woman; do you remember that?"

"Yes."

"And do you really want to make it happen?"

There was a pause

"Well?"

"You mean you want me to have sex with a woman for real?"

"Yes, but I'm asking you; there's no point in commanding you to do it; this would be well beyond our usual level of fantasy, so I want to be sure that it's something you desire rather than just putting up with it to please me. Be honest with me now; how would you feel about making love to a woman?"

"There's something I need to tell you."

My cock spasmed at her words; was she going to tell me that she'd already been with a woman? I felt a surge of arousal combined with trepidation at the thought of what my reaction should be if she had. Excitement swirled around my head; my heart was in my mouth. I half hoped that it had happened after we'd married; on the other hand, a fling at university would be easier for both of us to handle. In the end, my excitable cock needn't have got me so worked up.

"Please don't think ill of me; I've always been slightly curious."

"Go on."

"Well, like most women, occasionally my pulse quickens at the sight of an attractive female face and a nice body."

"Yes, I wondered about that; I sometimes read your women's magazines when you're not around."

I blushed at my admission and avoided eye contact.

"So you'll probably have read that it's much more common than people think," she said with a coy expression.

"What is?"

"Women having lesbian thoughts, or to be more precise, women being curious about sex with other women; some surveys show that between sixty to seventy-five per cent of women are bi-curious."

"I'm glad that includes you, but curiosity is one thing; what about acting on your impulses?"

"Well... ever since you told me to fantasise about Mary, and now that you know my little secret, I think I'd like it very much; I must admit that the thought of it scares me a little."

"But you're not opposed to the idea of having your pussy licked by a pretty girl?"

"Oh God, you're making me wet; please fuck me and tell me what a bad girl I've been for having such impure thoughts."

"I will in a moment; do you have any thoughts about who you could ask? It would have to be someone we both fancy, someone discreet; let's start by thinking about all of your female friends, neighbours and work colleagues and identifying the ones that appeal to you sexually. That should keep us both warmed up."

"Please don't be cross; that's going to include lots of women; I would understand if you felt the need to punish me for concealing the truth from you previously."

"Oh! And how exactly do you think I should punish you?"

"I don't mind a little pain, Sir, and I would understand if at any time you felt the need to restrain me."

I was beginning to wonder who really had the upper hand in our relationship; she looked so beautifully aroused; she was practically begging for a spanking followed by my cock. I couldn't resist any longer; the discussion about a potential female partner for her could wait.

"Fetch me my paddle." She moved over to a drawer and took out the spanking paddle that we'd bought at the sex shop.

"Hitch your skirt up, remove your knickers and bend over my knee."

The paddle made firm contact with her buttocks; she flinched and made a quiet whimpering noise. The next smack was even harder; she cried out loudly; the third time I brought the paddle down on her buttocks, she let out a soft sob. I spanked her three more times, and each time she cried out in pain.

The spanking had done the trick, pussy juice was seeping from her onto my thigh; I put my fingers inside her; she was wetter than I could remember. I felt the power of having complete control over her as I led her to the dining table, bent her over face down and slid my throbbing cock into her needy wet cunt. It was a stupendous session of shagging; she came twice; it was all I could do to stay on my feet when I finally pumped my semen into her.

We retired to bed to continue our discussion about finding a woman to share a bed with my wife.

"I've got something else to tell you."

"You're full of little secrets tonight."

"Do you remember picking me up from the office Christmas party?"

"Yes."

"I introduced you to my colleague Sylvia, the cool redhead with a body to die for."

"Yes, I remember her; how could I forget?"

"Well, we'd all had a few by the end of the night; she was quite drunk, or at least I thought she was. I'd gone to look for her to see that she was okay; I'd seen a light left on in the little kitchen area. That's when I noticed that the fridge door was open; I went into the room to close it; when I turned around, Sylvia was standing in the doorway. She gave me a lustful look, and then she smiled and asked me if I'd like her to fuck me. I was stunned; I didn't know what to say. I think she saw the alarm on my face. She moved towards me, stood facing me, took hold of my hand and said, "You don't have to answer now; just remember that the offer is there any time you want it."

"Wow, did you say anything to her?"

"No, I was so taken aback I couldn't get a word out; she just turned and sauntered off slowly with her hips swaying."

"How did you feel?"

"Affronted and aroused at the same time."

"Why have you never told me about this?"

"Because I thought you'd think I'd done something to encourage her."

"And did you?"

"No, I always thought that she looked sexy in her tight skirts and heels; I'd said to her that she looked nice a few times, but nothing I can think of. She'd mentioned a boyfriend now and again, so I'd just assumed that she was heterosexual."

"So it's four months now since she propositioned you; has anything happened between you since?"

"No, neither of us has mentioned it; it's as though it didn't happen. I catch her looking at me; I'm sure she catches me looking at her because I do, quite often."

"Would you like her to fuck you?"

"... I'll do whatever you say."

My wife wanted me to take responsibility for the decision; I could tell she was keen.

"Then tell her you want to take her up on her offer, but only if she'll let me watch."

"What if she says no to that?"

"Then go on a date with her and let her fuck you anyway; then come home to tell me about it so that I can sink my cock where her fingers have been."

"Oh, God, that's so hot."

"I know, I'm as hard as iron now; I want your cunt wrapped around my dick."

"She opened her legs and pulled my cock towards her, our discussion had been so intensely erotic, and we were both very turned on; I was inside her for less than a minute when we both came loudly."

Since my wife had subjugated herself to me, the tectonic plates of our relationship had shifted; it seemed now, as we made plans to get Sylvia into our marital bed, that anything was possible.

One evening shortly afterwards, the doorbell rang, as arranged. It was Sylvia, she was in a black cocktail dress and high heels with barely black stockings. There was an awkward moment when the three of us stood around not knowing what to say. Sylvia made a joke that broke the ice; she turned to me and asked to see my ticket to view the performance.

My wife suggested that we have a drink first so I opened a bottle of wine. We sat in the lounge drinking and making polite conversation. It was an odd moment; we all knew why we were there but no one mentioned it.

My wife was passive and unlikely to make the first move; eventually, I opened up the subject.

"So, Sylvia, Rachel tells me that you've promised to do something to her that she might enjoy rather a lot."

"Fuck her you mean?"

"Er... yes, so I gather. Do you mind if I watch?"

"That's part of the agreement but you have to be naked too and you don't touch without permission."

"Okay, I understand."

We went upstairs; the girls undressed each other while I undressed myself. They kissed and fondled each other's breasts for several minutes and then got onto the bed. I sat in a chair and watched mesmerised as Sylvia gave my wife an advanced course in lesbian sex. She fingered her, ate her pussy, scissored her, had her on all fours; licked her pussy from behind and ended up sucking her breasts while fucking her with a huge strap-on. My wife came five times and managed to bring Sylvia to orgasm a couple of times. After an hour and a half, my wife said she couldn't take any more. Sylvia kissed her on the forehead, stood up and moved over to where I was sitting.

"You've been nursing that erection all night, would you like me to take care of it for you?"

I looked at Rachel, and she smiled, I nodded my head and Sylvia sat astride me and fucked me, she was incredible. I didn't last long the first time but I stayed hard and she kept on fucking me until I came again fifteen minutes later and much to my enjoyment, Sylvia came with me. It was certainly a night to remember for both of us.

A fortnight later our regional Law Society Legal Awards event took place in a city centre hotel. My wife had been nominated for partner of the year; she was the youngest-ever nominee. She didn't win but it had been an honour for her to be nominated. Sylvia was there; toward the end of the evening, the three of us were sitting alone at our large round table, the other guests were at the bar or had left. We were talking and enjoying a brandy when my wife suddenly announced to me that Sylvia wanted to make us come together.

She was sitting on my left; she put her hand under the tablecloth and squeezed my penis. Rachel was sitting on the other side of her; Sylvia soon had her hand up her dress playing with her stocking tops. She had very skilfully unzipped my trousers and pulled my erect cock out; she checked that no one was looking and she got on her knees underneath the tablecloth and fellated me; I had never come in public before, it was exhilarating.

But Sylvia hadn't finished with us yet, we left the venue and flagged down a taxi; she took us home to her apartment and sat us on her sofa and told us to sit on our hands. She gave us a lecherous smile and ran her hands up my left thigh and my wife's right thigh underneath her dress. Rachel gasped and opened her legs wider, Sylvia's warm fingers massaged my wife's pussy through her wet knicker gusset; she slipped three fingers inside her vagina.

As soon as she had possession of my wife's cunt, she looked at me and told me to unzip. It was half an hour since she'd sucked me off under the table and I was hard and ready to go again. She pulled my member upright and murmured, "Hmm, impressive." My wife and I, still both sitting on our hands, surrendered ourselves to Sylvia's talented fingers. She quickly found Rachel's g-spot and had her on the verve of orgasm in no time; with her other hand, she stroked my cock rapidly and had me on the edge of my seat with ecstasy flooding through my balls.

I could tell she'd done this before, it must have been one of her party pieces to masturbate husbands and wives sitting side by side and making them come at the same time. That's certainly what she did with us; she timed it to perfection and had us coming in unison with her expert touch. I'd produced enough sperm for it to ooze out onto her hand; my wife's eyes were locked on the erotic sight as she gasped and groaned with pleasure.

Before we left, Sylvia took off her impossibly tight skirt so that she could indulge in a spot of cunnilingus, with Rachel and me taking it in turns to make her come. The woman was multi orgasmic and, in the taxi on the way home, we calculated that she'd had eight orgasms. To round the night off, it gave us both an enormous thrill to stroke each other's genitals with our coats on our laps and without the taxi driver knowing.

Two weeks after the awards ceremony, Sylvia left the law firm to spend a year travelling around southeast Asia. On her last day, in a corridor, she whispered to my wife that she wanted to give her something to remember her by and asked her if she could stay after business hours. At six o'clock, she entered my wife's office, locked the door, produced a strap-on cock from her bag and fucked Rachel on top of her desk.

It was almost a relief that Sylvia was leaving, our sexual encounters with her had been very much on her terms; with very little resistance we'd submitted to her will.