Cuckold Couple Pt. 01

CUCKOLD COUPLE PART 1

CUCKOLD COUPLE

Martin rolled off his wife Emma after a bout of missionary sex that once again left her unfulfilled. He knew she needed more but it just wasn't his thing to be more dominant. He had tried but it just wasn't in him.

Emma leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Its okay Martin, that was nice." But he knew she was only being kind. He knows she resorts to her vibrator on a regular basis.

"Emma maybe we should find you a more dominant man for some fun."

Emma should be shocked but what Martin said rang a bell in her head. Would her husband of 15 years and father of her two younger children and stepfather of her elder daughter really accept her with another man?

They both drift off to sleep with thoughts in their heads.

Next morning the house is the usual whirl of activity as the two children get ready for school. Ellise, Emma's eldest daughter has already left for her work as a trainee midwife. Martin leaves for work kissing his wife, then Emma takes the kids to school before returning with her head full of last night's conversation.

Immediately she runs upstairs, throws off her clothes and reaches into her bedside drawer for her rabbit vibrator. Her mind racing with thoughts of an older dominant man taking her and controlling her. The rabbit buzzing away on her clitoris driving her to a shaking orgasm bringing much relief.

After getting her breath back Emma goes for a shower, as she towels dry she looks at herself in the bathroom mirror. Approaching her 40th birthday and mother to 3 children she has to admit she still has a good body. Her breasts though quite large are still firm and there is no trace of fat of her hips and thighs due to regular horse riding. Looking at the reflection of her bush she gives a wicked smile and reaches in the cabinet for her lady shave.

She loves Martin dearly but she needs more and him saying about finding her a dominant man had really set her thinking.

Emma needs a trip to the supermarket for shopping and as it's a nice sunny day she decides on a knee length summer dress over a nice bra and feeling extra naughty she leaves her panties in the drawer.

As she walks to her car on low heels the breeze flowing under her dress on her freshly shaved pussy makes her feel extra naughty.

Strolling around Tesco knowing she's naked and smooth under her dress Emma knows her rabbit will be getting another work out when she gets home so she picks up spare batteries.

Once she gets home Emma strips off her clothes, gets her rabbit from her bedside drawer and opens her laptop to look for sub/dom porn. She finds one of her favourite films. A dominant man leading his naked submissive around a garden on a lead. The rabbit buzzing away on her clitoris as she watches. As they turn and Emma sees the doggy tail hanging from the girls butt-plug Emma lets out a loud groan as her orgasm breaks, costing the rabbit with her juices.

Lying there recovering her breath, the rabbit on the bed next to her Emma decides that tonight she will raise the subject with Martin about finding a dominant man for some real time fun. Fantasies and watching porn are no longer enough.

"Martin, you know you said about finding a dominant man." Her husband turns in bed to face Emma. "Yes?"

"Were you serious? It's a big step, could you handle me with another man?"

"It would hurt but if it makes you happy I suppose I will cope."

Emma reaches under the duvet to find a very nice hard-on. Giggling. "Seems it's not just me who likes the idea."

As she strokes Martin let's out a groan. Emma kisses him then swings her leg across him to straddle him before lowering her smooth cunt onto her husband's shaft. Emma starts to grind her hips on him.

"You want to see me with a master don't you?" Martin nods.

Emma quickened the pace of her twirling hips, Martin reaches up to grab at her breasts. Emma looks down. "Slap them Martin please!"

Martin gives Emma's left breasts half-hearted slap.

"Harder, harder hurt me!"

"I can't babe I love you too much."

"Then you can watch a real man do it."

Martin grabs her hips and holds her down as he pumps his load inside her.

Emma rolls off her husband, once again, frustrated.

Martin lies there staring at the ceiling, his mind racing thinking of his beautiful wife with another man.

Then the subtle movements of the duvet bring the embarrassment of knowing Emma is using her fingers to finish the job he has once again failed to do. On hearing her let out a little groan as she comes Martin turns away from her pretending he has no idea what has just happened.

He doesn't see the tears of frustration trickle down Emma's cheek.

Next morning there is no mention of last night's problems, just the usual cloud between them as the kids get ready for school. Ellise does ask her mum if she's okay as she is quiet but Emma assures her she's 'fine'.

Once the kids have left Martin looks at his wife. "I know I need to do something Emma, I will try honestly." Emma just gives a weak smile, she's heard it all before.

After Martin leaves for work Emma's mind drifts back to how sexy she felt walking around the supermarket with no knickers on and as it's her day off from the hospital where she works she decides another trip out is in order but this time she wants to be a bit more daring and selects a shorter skirt that just reaches her knee, it's also tighter so it tends to ride up when sitting or bending.

After a shower Emma selects her sexiest bra, a black half-cup lacy one that really lifts her breasts up high making her look very busty. Over it a black blouse to go with her skirt. Looking at herself in the full length mirror. She smiles at how sexy she feels and even considers putting on hold-up stockings but decides it's too warm a day so leaves her legs bare.

Emma's heart racing as she gets in her car and realises how much her skirt rides up. She giggles to herself. Instead of Tesco she drives into town for a walk around the high street shops.

Walking along in her heels swinging her hips Emma feels so naughty, the wetness between her thighs emphasized by the cool breeze wafting under her skirt. She knows she's getting looks and glances from passing men. Wishing to herself that one of the men looking at her was her master.

So turned on now Emma goes into M&S and heads for the ladies. Once in a cubicle she sits and lifts her skirt, her fingers straight to her soaking cunt to find her clitoris to give herself a desperately needed orgasm.

Biting her lip to stop herself crying out as the orgasm washes over her then sitting back to wonder where all this will end. Emma knows something needs to change with Martin or she will have to take things into her own hands.

Walking back through the store Emma feels like every person is looking at her knowing what she has just been doing. Her cheeks flushed and hard nipples pressing against her lacy bra.

The next few days Emma is at work then as Friday arrives Ellise says she is staying in that night to catch up. on course work so Emma asks her to watch her brother and sister while her parents go for a few drinks.

Sitting in the pub Emma can see something is troubling her husband. "Martin what is it? There is something bothering you."

Martin takes a big gulp of his drink. "I'm not sure I have done the right thing Emma but I've been talking online to a dominant master, he's interested in meeting up. He suggests we meet for a drink first see how it goes, no pressure.

Emma states at her drink, did she hear right? What was Martin proposing? Sitting there in silence as she drifts back to her fantasies.

Martin looks at her. "Emma say something please, if it's a no I understand."

"Just a drink you say?"

"Yes just to meet and see if there's a spark I suppose. No pressure."

"Well I suppose a drink can't hurt. I'm not making any promises though."

"Of course not Emma."

"Okay then, when?"

. "I'll try to arrange it for next weekend, that okay?"

A week. later Martin and Emma are sitting at the same table, both sick with nerves as they await the arrival of the man that, unknown yet, will change both their lives.

Emma is watching the door as a tall man, looking in his 50's, comes in and looks around before smiling and heading over to them. Emma looks him over as he approaches. Over 6 feet tall, greying hair that is thinning on top, well built with a slight paunch. Not the type Emma would usually look twice at but there is something about his confident air that intrigues her.

"Hello, you must be Martin, and this is the gorgeous Emma?"

Martin stands to shake his hand. "Hello Frank, it's nice to meet you."

After shaking Martin's hand Frank turns to Emma, takes her hand and kisses it. "Pleasure to meet you Emma."

She blushes slightly. "Hello Frank."

Frank smiles as he sits opposite her as Martin asks what he would like to drink.

" A glass of red wine please Martin. "

As Martin goes to the bar Frank looks at Emma. "This meeting is just a get to know each other session so Frank is fine but if we move this forward you will address me as Sir. Understand?"

. Emma nods knowing she has waited so long for a man to talk to her like that.

Martin returns with drinks, red wine for Frank, white wine for Emma and a Guinness for himself.

They slip into easy conversation and about the weather etc. Emma tells Frank all about their family, how Ellise is her daughter from another man, how Sophie is a prize winning dancer and Jak is a promising footballer. She even shows Frank photos of them.

Martin sits quietly sipping his Guinness as he watches Emma totally relax in Frank's company.

Frank stands. "Another round guys?" And heads to the bar.

. "What do you think Emma?"

. "Well he's older than I expected but he's nice and so self-confident."

Frank returns will refresh drinks and the conversation turns to the future. "If we are to continue this I want you both to be totally comfortable with everything."

Martin and Emma both nod nervously.

"For the avoidance of any doubt I will explain my expectations. When we meet up I expect total obedience from you both. Emma will do everything I desire and you Martin will not interefere. Is that understood?"

Frank takes a sip of wine and looks at them both, Martin looks very nervous but Emma seems more receptive.

"Emma, are you on birth control?"

"No, Martin had the snip after Jak was born."

"Well you will need something because I don't use condoms and I will fuck you and come inside you."

Martin looks at his wife and is shocked as she nods.

"For our meetings you wear whatever i specify."

Again Emma nods and for the first time says the words

"Yes Sir."

"I will need details of your exact body measurements and sizes as I will provide certain outfits."

Then turning to Martin. "Sometimes I will take Emma out as a couple to pubs or restaurants, in effect as my girlfriend, you will either stay home or from time to time I may allow you to watch from a distance but strictly contact. Is that understood?"

Martin nods. "Yes Frank."

By now Emma is squeezing her thighs together, listening to Frank's instructions is like listening to her own secret fantasies.

"Now, that is basically what I expect but things will develop over time as with any relationship. So do either of you have any questions."

Martin takes a drink. "Where will all this happen Frank?"

"Good question Martin. To begin maybe a hotel but I will expect Emma to visit me at home and eventually I will come to your house."

"Ours could be difficult we have three children."

Frank's expression changes. "I'm sure you can arrange a sleep over somewhere for them."

Emma speaks up. "The two younger ones can stay at my mums, Ellise is usually at her boyfriends at weekend anyway."

Martin turns to look at her, he can see the desire in her eyes. She wants this, it's what she has craved for ages, it's too late to stop it now even if he wanted to, but he doesn't he is excited by the thought of all this.

Frank sips his wine and pauses the conversation to let everything sink in. Then putting his glass down. "Do we have a basic agreement or do you need more time? I'm quite willing to shake hands and walk away with no hard feelings is either of you aren't happy."

Martin looks at Emma, he can tell she wants this. "Could you give us a minute please Frank?"

"Of course, another round? " Frank goes to the bar.

"You want this Emma don't you?"

"I do yes it's what I have dreamed of, it won't affect us Martin, I will still love you but I need to do this."

Standing at the bar Frank looks over, he can tell Emma wants this but not sure about Martin. Returning with more drinks. Do we have a decision? Or do you need more time?"

Before Martin can reply Emma speaks up. "Yes Sir we are ready, I am ready."

Frank smiles. "Is next weekend a good time?"

Emma nods. "Saturday night is good for us."

"That's settled them Saturday night, I will book a hotel and send you the address Martin, don't worry it will be well away from here to be discreet. Oh and I will need Emma's mobile number to issue her instructions. Now let's raise a glass to honour new relationship. Cheers!"

Martin and Emma both drink having no idea how much their lives are about to change.

After finishing their drinks Frank decides it's time to leave, he stands to shake Martin's hand then leans over to kiss Emma's cheek and whisper in her ear. "You will be mine."

Emma watches him leave knowing it's going to be a long week waiting to meet Frank again.

The couple head home but Emma can't wait, she needs sex urgently, she drags Martin into an alley behind some garages. In seconds she is fumbling with his belt to get to his cock.

The old man living in the house that overlooks the alley is somewhat surprised to see a couple that live down the street engaged in enthusiastic fucking up against his back fence. A knowing smile crosses his face as he thinks back to his younger days. Even at his age the urgent groans from Emma as Martin pounds her causing a stiffening in his trousers.

He watches from the shadows until Martin grunts and holds Emma tight, obviously coming inside her. They quickly re-arrange their clothes and set off home. Leaving old Tom with memories that he will recall every time he sees Emma walking up the shops.

For Emma the next couple of days drag by then on Wednesday a parcel arrives, in an envelope attached to the outside is a letter.

"Emma my property. You will wear these for our meeting on Saturday under a nice dress. Love. Your Master."

Excited, Emma opens the parcel, her eyes wide as she sees the contents. She runs upstairs and quickly undressed to try on her new things. Standing in front of her full length mirror Emma smiles as she sees herself.

The tight black corset fits perfectly, pulling in her waist giving a classic hourglass figure. The top is half cup, pushing her ample breasts up high but leaving her nipples peeking over the cups. Thin suspenders attached to sheer black lacy top stockings complete the look.

She returns to the parcel finding it empty, she smiles as she realises there are no panties..

As she stands there her phone beeps. It's a text message from Frank.

" I hope you like your new lingerie. You will wear it all on Saturday under your favourite dress. Nothing more. Remember I expect you to be totally smooth EVERYWHERE. Maybe get Martin to help you. Love. Your Master."

Not wanting to spoil her new things Emma quickly strips it off and folds it back into its box before driving into her bedside drawer for her rabbit. Soon it's buzzing away on her clitoris as she dreams of what Frank will do to her in Saturday night.

The next days drag by, Emma decides to keep her new outfit and messages secret from Martin. By Saturday morning he thinks that maybe Frank has forgotten them.

Then his phone beeps, it's a text message from Frank giving the address off the hotel.

"I will be in the main bar at 8pm. Room booked and dont be late. Lateness will be punished."

Martin reads the message over and over, his cock stirring in his shorts. He goes into the kitchen to tell Emma everything is set up. She smiles, She has received a similar message promising punishment for lateness.

In the afternoon Martin takes the two younger kids over to his mum's to stay over. Ellise, the eldest is staying at her boyfriends. While they are gone Emma has a nice hot bath, making sure she's fully smooth and soft for later. She desperately wants to masturbate but resists building her excitement for later.

When Martin returns he sees Emma in her dressing gown with her hair up in a messy bun. He decides to have a shower before they drive over to the hotel. He has checked on google, it should take around 50 minutes to get there.

Emma has started her make-up taking extra care to look nice for Frank. She doesn't want Martin to see her new lingerie just yet so when he comes out of the shower she asks him to make a coffee, she will be down soon.

Easing herself into her new corset is a task in itself and fiddling with the suspenders a challenge but once done Emma is pleased when she looks in the mirror. Slipping on her favourite dress and highest heels she is again pleased at her reflection. Shaking her hair out and brushing it completes her preparations.

Downstairs Martin is wide-eyed when he sees his wife all dressed up. "Bloody he'll Emma you look stunning."

"Thank you, I hope Frank feels the same."

On the drive over to the hotel Martin keeps grabbing glances at his wife's nylon clad legs as her dress eases up. His mind racing.

Parking up in the hotel car park, they get out and walk slowly over to the door, the clicking of Emma's heels on the pavement the only sound. Every step reminding Martin why they are here.

As Emma totters on her heels the jiggling of her breasts in the half cups of her corset make her nipples rub on the material of her dress causing them to firm up and stand out.

Martin checks his watch as they walk toward the bar entrance, it's 8.04.

Into the room they see Frank stand and wave them over. He shakes Martin's hand. "Good evening Martin, you're late."

Martin smiles weakly. "Only a couple of minutes."

Frank ignores the comment and turns to Emma, kisses her cheek. "Good evening my dear, you look gorgeous but you are late and must be punished. Now sit beside me while Martin fetches us drinks."

Nervously Emma sits next to Frank leaving Martin to sit opposite them when he returns with the drinks.

Frank slips into easy relaxed conversation despite the nervousness of the couple with him. Drinks finished he tells Martin to fetch another round. When he returns he sees Frank's hand on Emma's thigh. He realises it's all becoming real.

Across the table Frank slips a keycard to Martin. "The key to your single room."

Frank stands and holds out his hand, Emma takes it and stands to follow him, she looks at Martin and gives a weak smile.

Martin watches them leave the bar and head for the lift.

In the lift Frank looks Emma in the eyes. "Last chance to change your mind my dear. If we get to the room there is no going back."

Emma shakes her head. "It's what I need sir. "

Frank smiles. "Good girl." As his hand runs across her bum.

In the bar Martin checks his watch, it's only 5 minutes since Emma left with Frank.

Upstairs Frank runs the keycard through the reader, it clicks, Frank pushes the door open, Emma steps inside decision made. Into a large room with king size bed, easy chair and minibar.

"Bathroom there." Frank points out. "You may use the bathroom then serve me a whisky without the dress."

Frank sits down and switches on the TV. Emma goes to the bathroom for a pee, she's already wet from the expectation of submitting. Slipping off her dress and touching up her make-up she takes a deep breath and exits the bathroom to go to the minibar. Frank is watching TV with his back toward her.

Emma pours a drink and goes over to Frank. "Your drink sir."

Without looking up Frank says. "Position?"

Emma, puzzled at first, realises what he means and kneels offering the glass.

"Good girl. Nice nipples by the way."

Emma blushes.

Martin checks his watch only 15 minutes since they left, he wonders what is happening.

Back upstairs Emma remains kneeling as Frank enjoys his drink. Her anticipation building as she awaits Frank's next move.

Putting his glass down Frank looks at Emma. "Now about your lateness and need of punishment."

"I'm sorry sir it won't happen again."

"Oh I know that my dear. As a kind and considerate master I will give you choice of punishment this time. Either the spanking paddle four strikes on each buttock, one for each minute you were late. Or dressed as you are now you walk to the lift and back."

Emma's brain goes into overdrive, a sore bum or digging into one her fantasies, public exposure.

Frank waits a moment. "Well?"

Despite the attraction of the risk of exposure the thought of a strong man punishing her is too strong. "Please spank me sir."

"Very well, crawl over there to my bag, inside you will see my paddle, bring it to me."

Emma crawls over, finds the black leather paddle and returns with it in her teeth.

Frank takes it. "Stand and keeping your legs straight bend at the waist and grip your ankles.

. Emma takes the position, as Frank moves behind her she feels so exposed and vulnerable. Then a gasp as she feels his hand on her bum, stroking.

"Very nice bum Emma."

Then the feeling of the cold leather stroking. "I want you to count."

The paddle moves away, Emma holds her breath, then a whoosh, a loud crack and the burning pain as the paddle strikes far harder than she expected.

"One sir."

Frank stands watching as a large red mark appears in Emma's left buttock.

A second strike on her right buttock forces a squeal from Emma.

"Two sir."

Frank continues.

"Three sir."

"Four sir."

A pause as Frank stands back to admire his work.

Then he continues until the count gets to eight, Emma now has tears in her eyes, her bum glowing red. Her legs shaking.

Frank runs his hand across her glowing buttocks. "What do yo say Emma?"

"Thank you sir."

She gasps as Frank's hand slips between her thighs.

"My my, it seems my property has enjoyed her first punishment." He runs his finger between Emma's labia to find her soaking wet.

The combination of her hot buttocks as Frank's finger teasing her clitoris pushes Emma close to orgasm, but just as she thinks she will explode Frank pulls his hand away.

Before Emma can realise Frank has taken a photo of her red bum on his phone.

Down in the bar Martin's phone buzzes. He opens it to see the photo of Emma's glowing red bum and the message. "Lateness is punished."

"You may stand."

Emma straightens up and rubs her hot buttocks.

"Pour me another scotch."

Emma goes to the bar, when she turns back Frank is now sitting on the bed, she gasps as she sees he has his cock in his hand. So much bigger and thicker than Martins.

Frank takes the glass. "You know what to do slut."

Emma nods and slides to her knees. She looks up at Frank, then taking a deep breath leans forward and puts a light kiss on his cock. It twitches. Then she slides her lips around the head as her hand grips and starts to stroke. Immediately the cock begins to grow. Emma is surprised how quickly the length and girth increases until her mouth is stretching to hold it.

As Emma works, sucking and stroking, she is shocked at the size, the biggest by far she has ever encountered. She starts to wonder how it will feel when Frank fucks her, which she hopes will be soon.

"Right slut, get up on the bed, lie back and spread your legs, let me see you."

Emma does as she is told nervously spreading her legs as Frank watches. Feeling exposed and embarrassed as Frank looks at her smooth wet cunt.

"Spread yourself slut, show me everything."

Taking a deep breath Emma reaches down and spreads her labia exposing her inner most self.

As Frank undresses he stares at Emma's exposed cunt. She stares at his huge cock.

Standing over naked, his cock rigid. "What do you want slut?"

. "Please sir I want you to fuck me."

"Will you become my property?"

"Yes Sir I will be your property."

"What will you do to earn my cock?"

Emma eyes pleading desperate now. "Anything master."

"No I'm not your master. Yet. You need to earn the right to call me that. Anything you say?"

Emma nods, still holding herself open.

"Very well then. Go to the window, open the curtains and stand there until I say you can move."

Emma slides off the bed, goes to the window and opens the curtains. It's only then she realises the window overlooks the main street. She shies back but Frank tells her. "Closer slut."

As she stands there Emma can see people passing by, she prays none of them look up.

Suddenly Frank is behind her, his arms slide around her to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. Then one hand slides down her tummy to slip between her thighs to find her soaking wet cunt.

"Maybe we should give a little show for the people. Lean forward, out your hands on the window."

As Emma moves forward she feels Frank pushing her feet apart, she realises he's going to fuck her right here in full view of anyone who looks up. She should be shocked and embarrassed but she has never wanted anything more.

Frank rubs his cock head along Emma s soaking labia. "What do you want slut?"

"Please sir I want you to fuck me and people to see, to know I belong to you."

Without a word Frank eases the tip of his cock to Emma's entrance, then after waiting a moment he holds her hips and with one thrust he's inside her. Emma squeals as the thick cock stretches her inner walls. Frank waits a few seconds so she gets used to the feeling. Then, slowly at first, he starts to fuck her, Emma's groans full the room as Frank builds up the pace of his thrusts.

Emma looks down to see a group of lads looking up watching, cheering. This causes a small crowd to gather. Her hands on the window her breasts swinging free as Frank pounds her. It's all too much, Emma shakes and cries out as her orgasm breaks.

Frank holds her there until the orgasm finishes.

"You came without permission slut."

He pulls out leaving Emma disappointed. He turns to side on to the window, puts his hand on Emma's shoulders and presses her down. Emma realises he wants her to suck him as the crowd watch.

Already under his spell Emma takes him in her mouth, sucking, licking, tasting herself on him.

The knowledge that she's being watched behaving like a slut only heightens her excitement. As a 40yo mother of three Emma ought to be embarrassed and ashamed but she realises this is where she needs to be, where she has dreamed of for years, on her knees for a dominant man.

"Ready slut?"

. Frank pulls back and starts to stroke his cock, Emma tilts her head back and groans as the first hot jet of Frank's semen hits her face, jet after jet, Emma is shocked at how much Frank loads on her. In her hair, in her eyes, running down her cheeks.

Emma licks his cock to gather the last drops, savouring the taste before swallowing.

Frank grabs his phone and takes a photo. He turns Emma to face the window. "Wave to your fans slut."

Through stinging eyes Emma can see several people standing there. She waves.

Martin, by now, has had enough of lonely drinking in the bar and is in his single room laid watching TV. His phone beeps, he opens it, his hands shaking as he sees its a photo file from Frank. After the one of Emma's red bum Martin is nervous as he presses open.

The file opens, Martin gasps as he sees his beautiful wife's face coated in another man's come. As he studies the pic her realises she's in front of the window and in the background he can see a group of people. They must have watched.

It's then he realises he has a raging hard-on. He reaches for his cock and starts to stroke.

"You may clean yourself up with a shower now slut and return naked, don't take too long."

Emma gets to her feet. "Thank you sir."

In the shower Emma washes the semen from her face and hair, her head still spinning thinking about what had just happened. The fantasies she had were never as exciting as the reality, she knows now she needs it more than ever.

When she returns to the bedroom, her hair wrapped in a towel, Frank is laid on the bed, glass of Scotch in hand. His eyes wander over Emma's naked body.

"Very nice, you have looked after yourself, I'm going to enjoy owning you."

These words strike deep into Emma, she realises her life has just changed, no longer will a Saturday night quickie with her husband satisfy her, this is what she needs.

Frank notices that Emma is staring at his cock, he laughs. "Want more slut?"

Emma nods nervously.

"Well I've had two holes are you offering a third?"

Emma realises what Frank is suggesting, she nods. "Yes sir."

Suddenly Emma realises what she has just done. Her only experience of anal sex was a few painful attempts with her ex partner and father of her eldest daughter Ellise. It was something that Martin never even mentioned. Now here she is offering it to Frank. Staring again at his large cock Emma fears it would only hurt.

Frank seeing her trepidation smiles. "Maybe not today slut but your arse will be mine one day soon."

Emma relaxes a little but the thought is planted in her head. Frank pats the bed beside him.

"Join me."

Emma slides into the bed and Frank slides his arm around her.

"I get the feeling anal sex is not something you are familiar with."

"Only ever tried it a couple of times with my ex, Ellise's dad, pretty disastrous to be honest. Martin has never mentioned it."

. "I see, well in time you will learn to enjoy it I promise. Now tell me about your family, I want to know everything about you."

As she lies there naked beside Frank, Emma tells him all about her children, about her ex leaving her a single mum with baby Ellise, then meeting Martin and how he accepted her daughter like his own. About Sophie and her talent for dancing and Jak and his obsession with football.

Eventually they both fall asleep.

Emma stirs, it must be morning as she is awoken by movement between her legs. Frank's hand is there, his finger lightly teasing between her labia, finding her tender clitoris. She adjusts her position slightly to allow him better access. It's then she feels his hard cock pressing her back.

"Good morning slut."

"Morning sir."

Emma's twists continue back as Frank pushes her legs apart, his fingers still working her clitoris. She reaches for his cock, her hand stroking, still amazed how much bigger it is than Martins.

There's a knock on the door and a man's voice. "Room service, breakfast for two."

"Get the door slut. "

Emma looks around for a robe.

"Oh no slut, go as you are."

Frank pulls up the duvet to hide his hard-on and watches as Emma goes to answer the door naked. Her heart pounding in her chest, knots in her tummy as she opens the door to a young man in hotel uniform. He blushes bright red as he sees her standing there.

"Breakfast madam."

"Yes come in."

The lad pushes the trolley into the room, sees Frank lying there. "Good morning sir. "

"Good morning, thank you. Emma give the young man a kiss to say thank you."

His blush returns as naked Emma moves toward him and kisses his cheek.

"Now come on my dear, you can do much better than that, give him a proper kiss."

The boy freezes as Emma grabs him and locks her lips on his, her tongue pushes into his mouth as her naked body presses against him. He feels the uncomfortable swelling his pants.

"Put him down now Emma. You may leave now son."

The lad runs out of the door, next stop the staff toilets to jerk off thinking about what just happened.

Emma has never felt more wanton and sexy, she returns to bed wanting her master but Frank tells her to serve breakfast. All part of him taking control and making her desperate for his cock.

Emma pours the coffee and offers a cup to Frank, he frowns at her. "Position?"

Immediately Emma slides to her knees and offers the cup again.

"That's better slut but you really need to remember your place."

" I'm sorry sir, I promise to do better. "

Emma remains on her knees as Frank sips his coffee and stares at her breasts.

" How would slut feel about having her nipples pierced? I think a pair of nice gold rings would look really good. "

"I've never really thought about that sir."

"Well now you will, it can cause a very sexy feeling as your breasts move. Anyway, more coffee. " He holds out the cup.

Emma takes the cup and moves to stand. "Did I say you could stand slut?"

Emma returns to her knees to crawl across to the breakfast trolley. She pours the coffee and returns, her knees painful.

Frank takes the cup. "You may stand to serve my breakfast slut."

As Emma stands and walks across to the trolley Frank watches her round bum and decides it will look much better with a few stripes from the cane across the cheeks.

Downstairs in the restaurant Martin is having a lonely breakfast of coffee and toast. Not really hungry after a restless night wondering about Emma with Frank and starting to regret their meeting. Regrets that would be even more intense if he could see upstairs where Frank is eating his breakfast as Emma licks and sucks his cock.

As Frank finishes his poached eggs he puts down the plate, looks at Emma. "On you get slut."

Without the need of a second invitation Emma climbs up to straddle Frank and lower her soaking cunt onto his rigid pole. She lets of a groan as his thickness stretches her, a feeling Emma will become addicted to, slowly, at first, Emma starts to grind her hips, Frank going deeper than Martin has ever been, her inner walls stretching to accommodate her older lover.

Frank reaches up to grab her breasts, before taking her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezing. Emma let's out a cry as her nipples are crushed.

"Tell me slut, what do you want."

"Your cock sir, I want your cock."

"Good slut, and who owns you?"

"Oh God! You do, you own me." As she says this Emma's orgasm bursts, she slumps forward onto Frank's chest, he holds her there, body shaking, breath panting as her climax subsides.

Frank grabs her hair, lifts her head, looks into her eyes. "Did I give permission to come slut?"

"No sir, I'm sorry I couldn't help it."

"You will learn to control yourself, you may only come when I give permission."

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry."

"Very well, this time, in future you will be punished. Now finish your job."

Emma goes back to riding Frank's rigid pole until he holds her down and explodes inside her.

The pulsing and pumping of Frank's thick cock inside her makes Emma beg. "Please sir, may I come?"

"Yes slut you may."

Once again Emma collapses onto Frank's chest, groaning and gasping as a massive bone shaking orgasm racks her body.

As she lies there on top of Frank, his cock slowly softening inside her Emma looks up. "Thank you sir, that was wonderful, I'm yours now."

. Frank leans forward and lightly kisses Emma's lips. "Yes slut you are mine now, my property."

Emma feels disappointment as Frank's now soft cock slips out of her followed by a gush of his semen. She is again surprised at the amount of semen Frank produces.

Lying there in Frank's arms Emma's mind drifts thinking about the night and how her life has changed she knows she can never go back to the humdrum of Martin's unsatisfactory attempts at sex. She needs this now, a dominant man who controls her.

Frank stirs. "We should make a move slut, Martin will be waiting for you."

With a tinge of disappointment Emma slips off the bed and goes for a shower. As she washes she feels the tenderness where her labia has been stretched and pounded. She smiles.

Returning to the bedroom seconds Frank already dressed. She sees her dress on the bed and looks around for her underwear.

"You won't be needing your undies Emma, just put your dress on, I want you to feel free."

Putting on her dress Emma now feels quite normal being naked beneath it. Already Frank's control is growing. Her underwear now safely in Frank's overnight bag.

As they walk down the corridor to the lift Emma takes Frank's arm. The free movement of her heavy breasts swinging under her dress making her nipples rub and harden against the thin material causing more excitement.

Downstairs they walk into the lobby where Martin is waiting. As he looks up Emma can see the resigned sadness in his eyes. But he stands to greet them shaking Frank's hand before kissing Emma's cheek.

"You okay Emma?"

Emma smiles. "I feel wonderful babe, couldn't be better."

Not really what Martin wanted to hear But he sits down as Frank sits opposite. It's obvious when Emma sits next to Frank and not her husband the dynamic has changed.

Frank turns to Emma. "Go order some coffees Emma."

Without a word Emma goes to the desk.

As the two men watch her go, her bum wiggling under her dress, Frank leans over. "Lovely arse."

Martin blushes and nods. Discussing his wife's body isn't easy.

Frank opens his bag and hands over Emma's underwear. "Better give you these old chap."

Martin looks at the bundle in his hand, realising Emma must be naked under her dress he looks across toward her. She's walking back toward them, her breasts swinging free under her dress.

Martin realises in that moment that his wife has changed. He begins to wonder what else Frank has done to her. She would never have walked about in public without underwear, but here she is obviously naked under her dress.

Emma sits next to Frank. "Coffees ordered sir."

Calling Frank sir is quite a shock to Martin and as they sit chatting it's obvious that Emma hangs on every word Frank says always looking at him. Frank gets up. "I better go pay the bill as I need to be going." Martin notes to look of disappointment on Emma's face.

They walk to the car park together as they say goodbye Frank shakes Martin's hand then turns to Emma, she slides into his arms and into a full passionate French kiss, Martin stands watching feeling awkward as his cock stirs in his jeans.

On the drive home Martin asks if Emma wants to see Frank again.

"Already arranged, next Wednesday while the kids are at school, he's coming over."

"To our home? Is that a good idea? What about the neighbours?"

" I don't care about the neighbours, my mind is made up. It's up to you wether you're there or not. "

Martin decides it's best not to push the conversation and returns to driving in silence.

The next few days see a strange atmosphere around the house, Emma happy, cheerful, Martin quiet even sullen. Ellise even asks her mum if there's something wrong with dad. Emma tells her everything is fine and goes back to dreaming of Frank's visit.

Wednesday arrives, Martin leaves for work after a restless night wondering about Emma and what will happen when Frank arrives later.

Emma is preparing the kids breakfast when he phone beeps. Picking it up her tummy lurches, it's a text from Frank. "I will be there around 11am. Be naked."

"Who was that mum?" Asks Sophie.

"Nothing love, just a girl I work with now come on finish your breakfast."

Emma feels the fluttering of excitement in her tummy as she drives Jak to school, Sophie, being two years older catches the school bus to senior school.

On returning home Emma goes to run a bath, wanting to be ready for her masters visit. Making sure she's smooth everywhere for him. Sitting in front of her bedroom mirror she takes time on her hair and extra care with her make-up, applying a little more than usual.

By 10.45 Emma is satisfied with how she looks, she had toyed with the idea of applying red lipstick to her nipples but decided master might not approve. Slipping on a thin robe she goes to the kitchen to make a coffee while she awaits Frank's arrival.

Sitting with her coffee Emma constantly checks the clock as 11am approaches. Then suddenly her heart jumps as the doorbell rings. He's here. With shaking hands Emma slips off the robe and goes to the door. She opens just a couple of inches, not wanting to be seen by the neighbours.

"Hello slut, are you letting me in? Or are you coming out?"

Emma stands back, Frank pushes the door wide open.

"That's better, pleased to see you followed instructions."

Emma cowers back from the open door praying no-one sees her.

Frank closes the door. Emma relaxes a little. "Would you like a drink sir."

Frank puts his holdall down. "Would love a coffee slut."

Emma goes to the kitchen to make a coffee. When she returns she nearly drops the mug as she sees Frank holding a black leather collar with the word SLUT in studs on the front.

Putting the coffee down on the table beside Frank Emma stares at the collar.

Frank smiles. "You have to earn this slut, wearing my collar is a privilege."

Emma kneels beside Frank's chair as he sips his coffee.

Putting the mug down Frank looks at Emma. "Right slut, I think it's time to show me around your lovely home."

Emma gets to her feet and leads Frank into the kitchen, she's nervous because the large window faces the street and she fears anyone passing could see her lack of clothes.

Moving on. "This is our son Jak's room and in here is the master bedroom with en -suite bathroom, and this is the family bathroom."

Frank looks around each room in silence then points to the stairs, "And up there?"

"Upstairs are the two single bedrooms that our daughters have. "

"Show me."

Emma leads the way up the narrow stairs, Frank follows admiring Emma's naked arse.

"This is Sophie's room and this one Ellice's."

Frank enters and looks around then looking through the window at the large rear garden before picking up a framed photo of Ellice and her boyfriend. "Good looking girl, does he stay over?"

. "Sometimes yes."

"So, this bed has seen some action then."

Emma blushes thinking of her daughter having sex right there where Frank is now sitting on the bed. "I suppose it must have."

Frank grabs Emma's arm and pulls her down to sit beside him. "Be very erotic for you fucking on your daughters bed."

Emma looks shocked at the suggestion. Frank laughs. "Maybe not today but I will fuck you in every room in this house, probably the garden too."

Frank gets to his feet and heads back downstairs, Emma follows him as he heads to her bedroom. Beside the bed he turns to face her unzipping his trousers as he does.

"Time to earn your collar slut."

Taking a deep breath Emma slides to her knees Just as Frank's cock appears. She reached up to take hold and leans forward to kiss the tip. Feeling it begin to swell under her stroking Emma slides her lips over the head, her tongue teasing.

" That's a good slut, get daddy nice and hard ready to fuck you. "

Frank's cock grows to its impressive size under the attention of Emma's mouth until he holds her head and pushes forward, Emma starts to gag as the head hits her throat, she pulls away coughing.

Frank looks down at her. "That is something a slut must learn, to take her masters cock all the way, and you will learn, won't you slut?"

Emma looks up, her eyes watering. "Yes master."

Without another word Frank grabs her arm, lifts her to her feet, makes her knees in the edge of the bed and bends her over.

"Time to fuck. my slut."

Moving behind her Frank guides his cock to Emma's already soaking cunt, easing the head between her labia, holding it there, until with one lunge of his hips drives his thick cock deep into her, forcing a squeal from Emma's mouth.

"Feel good slut? "

"Yes msster, feels wonderful."

Frank holds Emma's hips, his cock deep inside her, lettings get used to the size before, slowly at first, starting to rock forward and back until he quickens his thrusts driving moans and groans from Emma as she enjoys his cock.

Emma never really enjoyed Martin fucking her in this position on the couple of times he attempted it but this is a whole new sensation. The feeling being controlled, giving herself to her master, her most basic instincts coming to the surface as her body shakes.

"Please master, I need to come."

"Not yet slut."

Frank's hand moves up to her face he offers his thumb, Emma sucks it as she would a cock.

"That's it slut, get it nice and wet."

The hand moves away then Emma feels the wetness at her bum hole, teasing them slowly easing forward, opening her up until Frank is filling both her holes. The sensation is amazing.

Frank leans forward and whispers. "Who owns you slut?"

"Oh God, you do master. I'm yours."

"Then you may come."

Frank pushes his thumb deeper into Emma's tight hole, then he quickens the pace and depths of his thrusts until Emma screams, her body shaking, a sheen of sweat on her back, as a massive orgasm rocks her.

Until she met Frank Emma had never orgasmed from penetration alone but this is something else, primitive, animal, basic as her whole body tingles and convulses. But this time, unlike any other orgasm Emma had ever experienced, the waves of pleasure continued washing over her. She had heard of multiple orgasms but until now she thought it was just a dream.

It's like an out of body experience as Frank drives her to heights she never thought possible until she's begging him to stop, her heart pounding in her chest, gasping for breath but waves washing up from her lower torso consume her until Frank growls and unloads, pumping hot semen deep inside her.

When Frank finally stops pumping he remains on top of Emma, his cock slowly softening inside her until it slips out followed by a gush of semen. Emma gets a feeling of disappointment as Frank leaves her, rolling onto his back as his breathing recovers.

Almost instinctively Emma leans over to kiss Frank. "That was fantastic daddy, thank you."

"You think you are finished slut? Get down there and clean your mess off my cock."

Emma, despite the feeling of shock, moves down to lick Frank's cock, tasting herself and Frank's semen as she cleans him. An act she had never considered with Martin but with Frank seems perfectly natural.

"Don't forget the balls slut."

Emma finds herself licking Frank's balls before taking them, in turn, into her mouth and sucking them clean.

Once she has finished Frank lifts her face, looks into her eyes. "Do you think you have earned your collar slut?"

Emma nods. "I hope so sir."

Smiling Frank's points at the stool in front of Emma's dressing table. "Sit there slut, face the mirror."

Doing as she is told Emma sits on the stool facing the mirror. Her reflection showing her messy hair and her still stimulated nipples. Frank moves behind her, she feels the collar sliding around her neck, she lifts her hair as Frank buckles the collar in pkace adjusting its position until the word SLUT is positioned at the front.

Emma hears a click as Frank snaps the small padlock closed locking the collar in place. He holds up the key.

"You are nine now slut, whenever I put this collar around your neck you belong to. me totally, will refuse me nothing and obey every instruction, understand?"

Emma nods her head. "Yes master, I understand. I'm yours."

"Good girl. Now put your heels on and go make me a coffee."

Frank watches Emma's naked bum wiggle out of the door before getting dressed, he goes into the lounge and sits looking out of the window at the rear garden. He hears the front door open and looks around. "Ah hello Martin, had a good day?"

"Yes thank you, where's Emma?"

"Oh she's in the kitchen making me a coffee."

Martin looks around just as Emma walks into the room carrying a tray with a mug of coffee. His face drops as he sees she's naked apart from black heels and the collar she is so proud of. He watches her go over to Frank and kneel.

"Your coffee sir."

Taking the mug from the tray Frank looks at Martin. "Would you like my slut to make you a coffee Martin?"

Lost for words Martin nods.

Frank leans over and lightly slaps Emma's arse. "Off you pop slut make the man a coffee."

Immediately Emma gets to her feet and without a word returns to the kitchen.

Despite his unease at what he just witnessed Martin is sporting a painful hard-on in his jeans.

Emma returns with her serving tray and offers Martin his coffee, he takes it and thanks her. Emma doesn't reply as she returns to kneeling beside Frank's chair.

Frank looks around the room. "I must say Martin you have a lovely home, Emma has shown me around and I love your huge garden, so much room."

Giving a weak smile Martin thanks him but admits the garden needs a lot of work.

"I could help you there Martin, I love gardening and would love the chance to work on a plot like this, plus it would cover my regular visits to see my girl." As he says this his hand strokes Emma's hair.

Martin now realises this isn't going to be a one off visit as he sees the contented smile on his wife's face as she thinks of regular contact with Frank's big thick cock.

"Sadly I need to be going but rest assured slut I will be seeing you soon. Maybe next time I visit Martin would like to be present?"

Frank's looks at Martin.

Martin blushes.

"It would have to be when the kids are in school Frank. "

"Of course it would but eventually I would love to meet them, to them I would just be a friend helping sort out your garden, I think that would work."

As Martin considers that Emma's brain is working overtime as she thinks of more visits from her master and his big cock.

Frank tells Emma to stand and lift her hair at the back. He takes out his key and unlocks her collar. Handing it to her. "When I visit you will be wearing this padlocked in place when I arrive, and remember I have the key."

Emma nods. "Yes master."

Frank takes Emma in his arms, gives a passionate kiss and heads for the door leaving Emma standing there naked. Martin follows him to the door. "Thank you Frank."

Frank smiles. "No need to thank me Martin, I had a great afternoon and I'm sure Emma did. "

Shaking hands before heading to his car. As he drives away Frank sees Emma at the lounge window, still naked she waves to him. Frank smiles and thinks it's going to be fun breaking this family.