Simon says, "Do it."

It was inconceivable, the idea of one enjoying a punishment of sorts. Well, what can I say? I've been called weird a time or two. Even my husband Gerry thinks that I'm not typical in anyway. He says, "You don't seem to fit any mold that I've seen." In spite of all that I've been comfortable in my own my own world, but not quite comfortable in my own skin. I chuck that up to the sheltered life I've lived growing up. During high school, the time when socializing should be at full force, my family's idea of socializing was going to prayer meetings and church services. We were not allowed to socialize outside of these activities. I knew of people my age, but only from the isles of a classroom. The idea of boys and sex hardly crossed my mind as these thoughts were taught to be evil and sin.

However, from time to time the curious thoughts of sexuality did cross my mind, yet I did not give room to linger these ideas in my mind.

Then off to college, my life being a bit freer, but by now my inhibitions had me trapped in a prison of curious sexual detention and confinement. Yes, prison -- AKA, lockup. Have you any idea of the torment one goes through having feelings and strong urges that are quite natural, yet unexplored -- fought against at every moment. Yes, a tormented prison I have known for most of my life. And then, I met Gerry. An analytical college boy who saw me, he saw the real me. He saw the little girl trapped in a young adult's body. He truly saw me, the adult trapped in inhibitions forced on me by the cruel ideals of others.

Don't get me wrong, I cherish the love and affection of my parents who no fault of their own did the best they could for me based on what was done and taught to them. I treasure and love them none the less. However, yet my torturous treacherous prison exists or at least until Gerry.

Gerry was kind hearted and gentle with me, but in no way soft. He did not allow me to wallow in my circumstances. He was authoritative, giving directives with straight faced sarcasm. His sarcasm eased the force of his directives while his authority commanded action without hesitation. I liked this about Gerry, he was a man. A man who made me feel safe, safe to be myself -- to share my world -- to share myself -- to fit in comfortably in my own skin.

When we got married Gerry promised me that we will live a life unbridled by the constraints of a judgmental and hypocritical society. We will never be limited in finance by those who are themselves insecure and threatened by the success of others, never to be made to feel less than human because our ideals do not conform to that of a religious institution, and never to be limited by our own negative emotions or self-talk.

We were on a course to live, and "live we shall," says Gerry on our wedding night.

Over the first few months I learned a lot from Gerry. He taught me about sex, he nudged me into exploring my own sexuality and put me on a course to discover my own sexual identity.

Nevertheless, I did this with much trepidation and hesitation and in some cases resistance. Gerry's frustration became apparent. I had bonded with him so much I could feel the heat of his annoyance with me. His sarcasm revealed the truths in his deceptions and his authoritative commands revealed his frustrated love. He wanted me to live, he wanted us to live. He wanted us to live the life promised on our wedding night, the life where we were both completely free to be who we were meant to be and wish to be. I wanted this for us too, but my sheltered up bringing created multiple locks in my mind - at times making even the simplest thing a major taboo. I needed to change and I needed help to make this change.

So, I approached Gerry one night as we got ready for bed; the moment when we would share deeply with each other before actual sleep. I shared with him that I realize his frustration and annoyance with me.

I told him, "I want to change, I need to grow, but I need your help."

He explained to me that he understood what I was going through and he let me know that he is ready to do what needs to be done. Gerry said if these limitations and hesitations continue he will have no choice but to punish me severely. I agreed with full commitment, in my heart, to follow through with whatever directive he would give me.

Gerry says, "The next time you resists me I will have no choice but to punish you."

I accepted with all the loving commitment to follow his directives going forward without hesitation or crippling inhibitions. My first punishment was the culmination of several actions of mine that led Gerry's frustration to no longer be appeased by a loving husband's affection. He was firm when he spoke. There was no room left for second guessing or rebuttal. Back-talk had no place. Here this was a moment of dire warning, it made me shiver. I trembled, not just for the force in his voice, but the thought of what could be. I dared not imagine what Gerry would do or even what he would have me do. I, Sarah, was naïve and my inhibitions crippled me. My thoughts of the unknown plagued me could I follow through with the unimaginable; I dare not think of it. I must behave.

The stern force and authority in Gerry's voice told me my punishment would be severe. I must behave, I must be good, and I must please my husband in every way. Be good!

Being good!

Committed! I responded to my husband's every requests one after the other with much ardor and enthusiasm. He was pleased. I was being good, stepping out of my comfort zone to explore with the love of my life finding parts of me I never knew existed. Then it happened, the one I couldn't get through. I was trapped in my head. The prison bars went up. These bars were strong they confined me. I could not be free to be the authentic me, even though I wanted it so. Was he asking too much of me? How could I think that? He has always kept me safe, protected me from my own self. Why then, why could I not follow his simple request? It would not have hurt me or anyone else. Why then was I stuck in this moment? "Do it", my heart shouted. But, yet my brain said, "Absolutely NOT."

My muscles became bone and my bones became bars I could not for the life of me respond to my husband's simple request.

Was it so wrong? I think not.

The good girl in me was just too strong. I made a promise -- I committed, but I could not act.

What did he want from me? What was his objective? Why couldn't I follow through?

Gerry's frustration lingered and disappointment lavished his face. His calm threatened me. His calm spoke volumes. I grieved inwardly. My sorrow my shame tormented me. My tear was my relief. My eyes bottled the tears and overflowed in its relief. I was torn.

What was Gerry asking of me? We were on a night out as a couple and dinner was wonderful. So great an evening we met a nice couple from our neighborhood. Unlike us, they were married for a while about seven years I believe Juliette shared.

Juliette was petite but outspoken. If you heard her speak but not see her you would imagine a Viking wife. Her petit frame dawned black silky shoulder length hair, ample breasts and a college girl's figure to get any man aroused, the typical white American girl next door. Her husband, Victor, of mixed race ancestry, had kinky black hair, a strong stout masculine build with a cool slick tanned complexion. They were both fine, not that I had any desire for them. I just thought they were noticeably good looking people.

Gerry and I in comparison had obvious features of our European descent. Gerry had dark straight hair with a light Italian mustache, average build, not very muscular. I, however, was the hazel eyed buxom frau with auburn brunette hair and 34B bust. We are a cute couple and they were too.

We invited and they joined us at our circular faux leather booth. Gerry sat at one end, I was to his right on the inside, Victor sat next to me on my right and Juliette sat at the other end to the right of Victor. We were all relaxed and enjoyed the meal, the cocktails, the conversations and company.

Our conversations with this couple flowed so well, one might think that we knew each other from high school. But, no we only met that evening at the local wet lounge. We were all comfortable sharing thoughts, ideas, and past experiences with each other. We later discovered that they live within a short driving distance of our residential community.

As you may have guessed already every comfortable conversation, in a relaxed environment, always lead to the topic of sex. Juliette humorously shared some of her pet peeves about sex and Victor and Gerry shared some of his about me. We all laughed and giggled through the conversation recognizing that we all have hang ups in our relationships that we could do well to work through. Juliette wished that Victor would let his hair down once in a while and just do something for the fun of it, seek his own pleasure without a care in world for anything or anyone else. She wanted him to be openly free to allow his lust and greedy desires to take over from time to time.

Gerry shared that he wished that I would be comfortable and open exploring my own sexuality circumventing some of my boundaries and letting go of my inhibitions.

We all laughed when Juliette said, "these two are alike, Victor and Sarah." "Gerry we should do something about that," she said coming down from her breath stifling bout of laughter.

After all that laughter, everyone in our festive group recognized when the mood changed subtly taking on a more serious tone.

"It would not bother me if one day he actually grabbed another woman and while staring deep into my eyes and fondled her to shivering orgasms," says Juliette, "right there in front of me."

"Wow!" says Victor, "That's what you think of me, that's how you see me?"

"I just wish that you would just eat an apple because it looked appealing, you desire it and wanted it -- and simply went for it and not settle for the orange because it's there," Juliette said with a serious face.

Victor then countered, "So, you want me to cheat on you?"

Juliette chimed in "No Victor, First of all, it's not cheating if I am there and secondly, I just want you to take your fun without considering me or how I feel about it -- just simply do it because you want to do it."

Juliette went on to say 'You don't need to kill me off in your fantasies either, think of me being your cheer leader encouraging you to take your pleasure just for you, once every now and then."

"Wow!" blurted Gerry, "I wish you would train my wife."

I chuckled and playfully punched him in the right shoulder.

He dismissed me and went on to say, "Speaking of selfish pleasure, my wife likes her nipples played with -- I think all women like that." "What would you say if Victor leaned in, right now at this very moment, put his hand at and pull down my wife's dress revealing and exposing her bust and then proceed to fondle and nibble on my wife's breasts?"

Hearing this line of thought, I was stunned. My neck became stiff my feet planted themselves to the ground below the table. I was in shock. I immediately began to sweat in an air conditioned lounge. I wasn't sure if Gerry was joking or trying to lighten the mood. But then, suddenly.

Juliette retorted with, "it would not bother me one bit as long as he enjoyed it."

Wh Whh What! My mind screamed in derision. We were in public -- inhibition (1), these were strangers -- inhibition (2), in front of my husband, the love of my life -- inhibition (3), in front of another woman -- inhibition (4). No no no no no no no, this is not happening -- this cannot happen, no.

Gerry then turned to me and says, "Honey, take victor's left hand and put them in your bra, guide him to your nipples."

I froze, literally. There was a smile on my face but dread in my eyes. My lower lip shivered and teeth gnashed as my mind searched for the words to defend my position. I dared not move. As blood began to flow again I slowly turned and looked at Victor. He had a shy smile on his face but he remained motionless.

"Do it," says Gerry.

I froze again. This simply can't be happening. I had no words, no actions, no real thought. I just sat there.

Gerry's disappointment showed.

To break the tension Juliette said, "See he would not even grab a pair of breast if they were thrown at him hitting him right in the face."

Gerry and Victor both responded with, "Ouch!"

Both further lightening the mood.

"Check please!" Gerry yelled in the direction of our server.

"We should do this again some time," Grunted Victor.

Juliette concurred rising and stretching at the same time.

Smiling, Gerry said, "yes we should."

I tugged at Gerry's shoulder as I mentioned we did not get their number. In the moment he ghosted me, but motioned to Victor to share his number. Why did I do that? I do not know. Maybe I just liked their company. Victor proceeded to unlock his phone and forward his contact details, including email address as well as home address to my husband. We departed the local lounge.

In the car, Gerry did not say anything so I tried to start a conversation.

I began with, "I'm sorry Gerry but I simply could not move.

I wanted to obey your wishes but my entire body just locked up."

Finally, he said, "I'm not mad, just disappointed."

"I understand," I replied sheepishly.

"No you don't, No you don't understand. This means that now I will have to punish you and the punishment you may or may not like. I don't even know what the punishment should be at this point," Gerry countered with an air of frustrated sarcasm.

A few weeks passed, Victor and Juliette exchanged telephone conversations with Gerry from time to time. A casual relationship developed between both couples however, nothing sexual came of the periodic exchanges between spouses and couples.

Gerry had an idea to have Victor and Juliette over for dinner. I, Sarah, yes me, prepared dinner and everyone had a very scrumptious meal of it. I was very pleased because I had outdone myself. I received accolades from everyone at the table. I felt really good about myself. It was the weekend, a Saturday evening. Everyone was relaxed not having any obligations or work to go to. So, after dinner everyone remained seated at the table. Later, Juliette and I shared the chore of clearing the table. We proceeded to wash-up the dishes and clean up the kitchen as the men drank coffee while watching a game with very light conversation. As the women cleaned the kitchen we sipped on champagne which Victor and Juliette brought with them to dinner. When we were done with the kitchen we rejoined the men at the kitchen table. Victor and Gerry sat at either ends of the table and women across from each other. Juliette was sitting at the long side of the table to Gerry's left while I sat opposite to her on Gerry's right and Victor's left.

The mood was light and casual and once again the conversation turned to sex. For some reason the conversation mirrored the one we had at the lounge. Juliette expressed her desire to see Victor taking his own pleasure in the moment with no consideration for anyone else. This time Gerry kept silent. He said nothing.

This silence concerned and confused me. Gerry was usually not one to be passive in any conversation, especially ones of a sexual nature. I looked in his direction searching for his eyes, but he was intently looking at Juliette as she bantered with Victor on the subject.

Gerry suddenly turned in my direction finding my eyes and said sternly,

"Simon says."

Unbeknown to Victor and Juliette victor and I came to an agreement that my punishment would be preceded by Gerry giving the command,

"Simon Says."

I shook my head slowing motioning -- no while looking directly at Gerry. In my head I thought no, not now, not this again.

Once again Gerry said firmly with grit in his teeth,

"Simon Says."

I remained motionless looking at Gerry knowing full well that I had made a conscious commitment to Gerry's rules of

'Simon says.'

I surrendered to hear and receive the command.

Victor and Juliette looking on in quiet confusion with the obvious look of what's going on -- on their faces. I stared at Juliette with drooping shoulders in a surrendered malaise; help me -- but no one can.

"What's going on?" asked Victor.

Ignoring him, Gerry commanded this time with a relaxed contentment, "Simon says, get up and go stand between Juliette and Victor."

I paused a few seconds as my brain processed the instruction long enough to remember I cannot and will not hesitate. I moved briskly to stand to Juliette's left along the long side of the table, Victor's right.

Enthusiastic smiles went around the room as everyone was curious as to what Gerry had in mind. I stood there shifting my weigh to one leg waiting my next command.

Then I heard from Gerry, "Simon says, lay both palms open flat on the table."

I responded swiftly trying to hurry things along. The faster I move the quicker we can get this over with. This is what I thought. But, Gerry had other plans in mind. He began having an impromptu conversation with Victor and Juliette about my attire, my hair, my nails, my standing position and posture completely ignoring me, behaving as if I was not there.

I was uncomfortable, standing there being discussed, as if I was a little child in the presence of adults. But, I'm an adult -- so I thought until.

"Simon says, lift your dress up and tuck it in above your waist revealing your knickers, then stick your bum out."

I melted, here we go again; these were strangers -- inhibition (2), in front of my husband, the love of my life -- inhibition (3), in front of another woman -- inhibition (4), humiliation -- inhibition (5). In spite of the inhibitions, I complied.

"Wiggle that ass," snickered Juliette.

This brought me out of my stupor in time to hear my husband address Juliette directly.

"So you want your husband to pleasure another woman in front of you, yes?"

Juliette replied with, "let the fun begin."

I stood motionless with my palms open flat against the surface of the table, my ass was exposed to the dinner guests, and my shorn smooth legs commanded attention from the eyes in the room. My body lightly shivered awaiting my next command.

Gerry then said to Juliette, "if you truly want your husband to follow your directives and throw caution to the wind and pursue his unbridled passion and undue animalistic desires, then. Give him the go ahead and slide Sarah's panties off and through them in his face."

He ended the statement with, "If you dare."

It shocked me to my core when the moan of a chair sliding across a floor ushered to Juliette's sudden move into action. She stood up, grabbed my ass forcefully, and followed through with a loud slap to the cheeks. She proceeded with an immediate tug of my panties at the waist. She paused allowing the moment to resonate with everyone. She looked around the room, first at Victor, and then at Gerry, then while her thumbs were locked into the waist of my panties she, with open palms placed her hands against my body as if holding me up by my hips. She looked around the room one more time as if seeking out any last minute rebuttal, there were none. Slowly she began to undress my humiliation; my panties came sliding down as her hands caressed me from the hips transient over my thighs and legs stopping at my ankles, the terminus.

This was not the end. They were gone. My knickers my panties lost in a moment. All that was left was my naked bum, my ass exposed to our guests. But wait, there was more. She tapped me on the leg and I instantly raised my right foot to release my covering in her hand. She tapped the left and I followed through in kind. It was now gone -- completely.

Gerry was the only one to ever see my ass as an adult. Now here I was completely exposed to dinner guest, who I just fed with a wonderful meal. They ate my food and now they are feasting on my nakedness.

I was brought back to life as Juliette slung my panties at Victor as she would with a rubber band. It hit him in the face landing in his lap.

What he did next surprised me. He reached in his lap picked up the panties brought them back to his face. He tucked them under his nose as he took a long and deep sniff of my essence, the residue of my shame. Amorous words spoke loudly in Victor's actions. He had just received a hall pass of sorts to do his best at embracing his lustful desires, to do his animalistic endeavors with free reign, to act out his most carnal desire in the moment -- on his host's wife -- in front of his host -- in front of his own wife.

There was another command, a shout; Gerry woke the room as everyone lulled as we watched Victor inhale me from my knickers. Gerry did not hesitate. He did not waver, he did not pull back.

He was stern, focused, committed as he said, "Victor, your wife just handed you the gauntlet, what are you going to do?"

Gerry shouted the command again, "Simon says, fuck my wife."

In my disconnect I was in horror. In my mind I questioned, How did we get from fondling nipples to fucking?

"Wait What?"

I could not believe the question, the word, slipped out of my mouth. No one cared anyway because they were still observing Victor's amorous words in action.

Victor tossed the panties on the table as his chair moaned its release to do his worst. He moved with carelessness a zombie like expression on his face. He got behind me a loud slap escaped my ass as he planted a firm open palm wallop on my bum. I jerked from the force and shivered from the pleasure.

Another man's hand just made a connecting strike at my virgin skin. He won, did he really? Not yet at least.

I turned my head slightly in time to see Juliette unbuckling Victor's belt and pants.

As she pulled down his boxer briefs his manhood unleashed, uncurling as a jack in the box would spring forth in surprise. I froze again. He had enough of a tool to do damage to an innocent girl, a wife who has not been around the block. I should be yelling and screaming, but I promised, I made an agreement. I was committed to said agreement.

"Simon says, fuck my wife Sarah," shouted Gerry with a little less force this time.

Suddenly, a hand cuffed my lady parts, from behind, bringing me back into the moment. Fingers began to slowly probe the inner reaches of my vagina -- my pussy was soaking wet as the hand came to discover my moist cookie.

Juliette raised her fingers to the audience in the room.

Adding to my shame she said, "Look! At how wet she is, dam I can't ever remember being wet like that."

What she did next surprised even Gerry. She raised her fingers to Victor's nose then shoved them into his mouth painting them on his tongue. In response he hungrily licked and lapped at her fingers, tasting, eating digesting me on her fingers. Having at me like candy on a stick -- post dinner dessert.

"Simon says, fuck my wife," Gerry spoke reclaiming the moment.

Juliette obliged his command and positioned Victor's tool at my private entrance. Soaked and awaiting its demise, my pussy tickled in anticipation.

I shuddered in response as Victor threw caution to the wind and impaled me. My moisture allowed him to slide home in style. He impaled me with such ardor and force I thought he would have lifted me off the ground with just his tower of a cock. I was having an orgasm and did not realize it unto Juliette shouted,

"she's cumin."

Yes, I was. I was shivering, my weight shifted to my left leg as my right leg tremored.

Trembling, Victor did little in response to my dilemma and pulled back to the head of his cock and drove home once again with as much force as the first time. My orgasm continued.

Juliette was cheering the moment on, "Give it to her Victor, take what you want!" "You go girl -- take it up that wet pussy," she continued to cheer.

Gerry, who was standing at this time, slumped down back in his chair with his cock in his hand. He was stroking rhythmically with Victor as Victor took everything he wanted from me.

"Simon says, fuck my wife Sarah," is all he could mutter as his cum sprayed across the table to land in Juliette's hair and on her shoulder.

Victor continued to pump into me as if he had no intent on stopping.

Juliette continued to cheer, "take what you want -- you got it. Don't act like you don't want it take it take it."

I don't believe my orgasm ever stopped -- it prolonged even more when the bulbous tip of his cock swelled as he sprayed his cream in me. Spurt after spurt lined my inner most sanctum with his salve.

"Give it to her, dam just give it to her," Juliette shrilled.

If he was listening to his wife, He most certainly was being obedient. He gave it to me alright.

I can't believe this just happened. Victor was now spent. Gerry looked at me with a smile, much pride in his face. He mouthed I'm proud of you.

Juliette released her husband's tool from my wet holster. In a moment of being proud of her man she got down on her knees and began to clean my essence off his now partially erected tower of a cock.

In my mind I mused, Wow! This just happened. This was some kind of punishment. Should I have enjoyed it this much? I know Gerry did.