Finding a New Way Ch. 04

Chapter 4

As we walked out to our pickup, I glanced around self-consciously, wondering if any of the neighbors had noticed anything strange. We got into the truck, and the sore skin on my backside protested mightily against contacting with the driver's seat.

We took our seats and I turned to my wife. She looked so beautiful, staring at me with a look I hadn't seen in a long time.

In one quick motion, I lifted up the center console as she slid to the middle seat. We locked in a long embrace. We stayed that way and made out like teenagers for several minutes. Finally, we escaped from each other's grasp, and I stared into her eyes.

"I love you," I told her, feeling as close to her as I ever had.

"I love you too," she whispered.

We broke into a silly giggle, letting all the tension of the day fade away into a euphoric bliss.

"That was a lot of fun," she grinned.

"I agree. Now, let's go home and recuperate. I know my ass could use it!" I admitted.

We both laughed a lot as we drove home, talking playfully, in a carefree manner that we hadn't experienced for a very long time.

When we got home, it was getting late, and we were both exhausted. We didn't have the energy to do much except get some snacks and lay down to watch a movie.

As we lay there, I couldn't help but think about how sexy she looked while I had watched them together. It was driving me crazy, but I also knew that she was probably very sore and tired from what he had put her through that day.

I nervously decided to reach over and place my hand gently on her thigh. I felt her move towards me, opening her legs ever so slightly.

That was all the information I needed to know that she wanted to have some fun with me tonight, too.

I turned on my side towards her as she rested on her back. I started gently caressing her stomach and inner thighs.

"Be gentle, I'm really sore everywhere," she said with a chuckle.

I brought my arm up towards her breasts, but she quickly pushed my hand away.

"Not tonight, they're too sore," she said, and I remembered the harsh treatment her nipples had received earlier.

I reached between her legs gently. I could feel how swollen she still was from the riding crop.

As I touched her outer lips, she winced, and I could tell that she was not enjoying herself.

"Just lick me a little and see if that helps," she said, clearly wanting to accommodate my desire.

I dropped down and gently slipped my tongue between her swollen labia. As soon as the tip of it touched her gentle interior, she pulled back sharply.

"I understand if you're too sore, it's OK, and I can wait," I said.

"Why don't you put it in my ass?" she whispered with that sexy tone I'd heard her use with him earlier in the day.

"Are you sure?" I asked, knowing this is something we'd only done once or twice before, likely on a drunken party night.

"Yes, I'm sure" she laughed, "but you can do the lubing up this time," reminding me of earlier, when he made her lube him up before he fucked her.

"Yes ma'am," I grinned, as I dropped down and began to tongue her asshole sensually. After leaving her as wet as I possibly could, I sat back up and lubed the tip of my dick with all the saliva I had left.

The tip was still very sore from the shot it had taken from his crop earlier. It was quite painful as I pressed it against her hole, but I continued to push anyway, wanting desperately to be inside her.

Finally, I applied enough pressure that it slipped inside of her. It felt amazing, especially after being aroused constantly all day. I spit more saliva on my shaft as I pressed the rest of my five inches in. She seemed to take it all quite easily, and I was glad that I wasn't making her uncomfortable.

I slid in and out of her, accidentally slipping out a couple of times. After just a couple of minutes, I was cumming deep in her ass. It was painful as my load left the sore tip of my dick, but I still experienced one of the most intense orgasms that I had ever had. In fact, despite it being painful, it was so intense that I was suddenly thankful he had given me such a hard strike with his crop.

If I had known what was ahead of me, I would have savored this moment longer. Instead, I quickly pulled out and slumped down on the bed next to her.

"So you still want to commit to that month?" she asked mischievously, knowing I am also not very sexual after an orgasm.

I was surprised how quickly I said "I do," almost without thinking.

"Me too" she breathed, and we both passed out into a deep and restful sleep.

The next day was Sunday and we slept in peacefully. Quickly upon awakening, she said "I'd like to go ahead and message Sir and let him know that we are ready to commit."

I was a little surprised by her early morning enthusiasm.

"Sounds good to me," I said, and we anxiously awaited his response.

Around mid-morning, we had a message pop into our group text. It was him, and he was happily accepting our commitment.

"I'm so glad to hear the news from both of you," he said. "I was a little worried that I was too hard on you the first time and turned you both off. I'm glad you're up for a challenge, though, so I'm sending you your rules. You will be given many tasks in the next month, but all you have to worry about now is following these rules. You both have proven capable and willing. I want to make the next month challenging, but also fun and fulfilling for all of us. We will be meeting up again next Saturday night.

The rules are simple and as follows:

1. Be obediant and unselfish at all times. This means following any directions without question.

2. Trust me to know what is best, and be grateful for what I give you.

3. Maybe the most important rule is that there will be no sexual contact between the two of you without my permission. You both must agree to be my property for thirty days. You may clean and groom yourselves but are not allowed to otherwise touch yourselves or each other anywhere between the knees and the belly button for any reason. Go ahead and consider your nipples off limits as well. This is on the honor system, and I expect you to report any indiscretions immediately.

You can agree to these terms by completing your first task. I will set a box of supplies outside my front door you to pick up this afternoon. You can open, then await further instructions."

We looked at each other with agreement, and both typed a simple "yes sir" in response.

We were both excited and left soon to go pick up our box of supplies. We couldn't wait until we got home to open it. As I was driving, she rumaged through the box, pulling out several items.

There was a small pink vibrator with several electronic settings and two sets of assorted butt plugs. There was also a bottle of lube and a package of clothes pins. We drove back home and tried to go about our day while anticipating what might be to come.

Later that evening, he messaged again.

"This week, you will both be working on some anal stretching," he said.

"I want you both to spend one hour per day practicing until you can both take the largest butt plug in the box. You may start right now, " he directed.

"Fit the largest one that you can to start and send me a photo so I can watch your progress."

We started right away, and even the smallest one was intimidating to me. It looked like it was as big around as my dick, and it felt that way as I lubed it up and slipped it inside myself.

My wife went straight for the second size and, with some effort, was able to get it in.

We proudly took photos and sent them to him right away. He replied happily and said, "Good job, now keep trying to fit the larger ones this week. Keep me informed of your progress."

We kept working on stretching and going about our daily lives. On Tuesday, I was able to fit the second plug and was very excited as we sent our photos. We made dinner together, laughing and joking as we cooked.

Suddenly, without thinking, I reached down and squeezed her ass as we stood in the kitchen. She looked at me angrily.

"What the fuck," she admonished. "I can't believe you won't even take this seriously for two fucking days."

"I didn't mean to," I lamented. "It was just an automatic reaction seeing you standing there."

"You better come clean right away," she said, noticeably disappointed.

I immediately grabbed my phone and started messaging him.

"Sir, I made a mistake a few minutes ago," I typed. "We were cooking dinner, and I accidentally reached down and squeezed her butt cheek. I did it without even thinking, and I'm really sorry. It wasn't her fault and she was very upset with me about it. I wanted to let you know right away."

I waited for a response while the mood in our kitchen had darkened drastically.

Finally, he messaged us with a response.

"I'm glad that you message me right away, but I'm really disappointed this happened already. She made a serious agreement to be my property for this month. What you did not only took away from her experience, but you were basically stealing from me when you did this. This is not a small thing to me. I'm going to have a video call with her tonight, and you're not going to be allowed to participate. Also, you will sleep on the floor at the foot of her bed until I can trust you to treat my property with respect."

"Yes, sir," I replied. "I'm truly sorry," I said, feeling like I'd let them both down.

After a quiet dinner, I heard her phone ring with a video call. After answering, she turned to me and said, "You need to go downstairs until he calls you back up."

I glumly did as I was told and went to sit in the basement quietly as she walked into our bedroom.

After over an hour, my phone lit up with a message from him.

"Go use the bathroom, then I want you to go lay on the floor silently at the foot of her bed and don't get up again until morning."

"Yes sir," I said, and obediently did as I was told. I was filled with remorse and badly wanted a do over.

As I entered our bedroom, my wife lay naked on the bed, a little sweaty. The box we had picked up earlier lay open on the bed next to her. She didn't even look at me as I got on the floor, and I couldn't help but wonder what had happened while I was downstairs. I hoped he hadn't punished her for my indescretion. I lay down for a sleepless night on the cold, hard flooring.

I woke up very early the next day, mostly just cold and wanting to get up from the hard floor. My wife slept as I got ready for work. I went about my day solemnly, hoping I had paid for my mistake the previous day.

At lunchtime, my phone lit up, and it was him.

"I need you to bring your wife to my house at two o'clock today," he said

"Make sure you're not late. I only have about twenty minutes."

"Yes, sir," I replied, knowing I needed to leave right away in order to pick her up and get back to town by two o'clock.

"Good," he replied. "Text me when you're almost there."

I hustled home, surprised to find my wife at the door, in a short skirt, and heals, with her makeup done. He must have messaged her privately because she already seemed to know what was happening. It was a quiet ride to town, and I could tell she was still upset with me about the day before.

As we rounded the corner near his house, I sent him a text like he requested.

"Okay, just send her on in," he said. "You can go ahead and wait in the car."

My heart sank as I realized I wasn't going to be involved again today.

"I guess I'll see you in a while," my wife said she got out of the truck.

"OK," was all I could make myself say as I began to sit and wait for them again.

It wasn't long, maybe 15 minutes, and my phone notification lit up.

"She's just changing the sheets, and then she'll be out, ha ha," he said. "I gave her some nipple clamps that she must have really liked because she was gushing like a fire hose when I fucked her this time."

As I read his words I had a crushing sense of humiliation thinking about how much he enjoyed having his way with my wife. That feeling quickly became overwhelmed by an intense arousal. I was amazed at how easily he seemed to bring her to orgasm. The thought of her being so relaxed and comfortable with him to enjoy his penetration that much was almost more than I could stand. I wanted badly to stroke myself, just for a moment even, but I had learned my lesson when it came to breaking his rules.

I suddenly felt supremely thankful to both of them for particpating in this experience with me. Although I was extremely jealous that I couldn't be there to watch, I felt elated that they seemed to have so much fun together.

"Sounds like you two had a blast," I messaged, trying my best to show a good attitude about everything.

"You could say that judging by the mess she has to clean up!" he said. "Are you ready to take this experience seriously again so that we can all play together?" he asked me pointedly.

"Yes, sir," I typed. "It was a mistake, and I never meant to be disrespectful to either of you. I won't let it happen again, I promise."

"Okay, then we'll regroup. You two keep working on your stretching. I look forward to seeing you both on Saturday."

I felt a huge sense of relief as my wife flashed me a smile upon returning to the pickup. "I could use a nap," she said with a grin, as she stepped up into the passenger seat and reclined the backrest.

I was thankful that I hadn't ruined this whole experience for all of us and was happy to have another chance. We drove home and she even teased me with a couple of details about her latest encounter with him.

I felt great and was looking forward to being more mindful in the future.

To be continued