Becoming His Slut Wife Pt. 03

Becoming His Slut Wife

Part 3

MONDAY.

I woke before Jack, I was wet and horny. I recounted my intense and vivid dream. I was laying naked on a small bench of sorts. I was surrounded by a group of men, from behind them I heard my husband's voice telling them to enjoy and use me as they wished. A flurry of hands descended upon my body. My breasts were groped, my nipples were pinched and my pussy was played with.

A cock was shoved into my mouth while another one was rammed into my pussy. I was fucked from both ends as hands still explored my needy body. Cum filled my throat and cunt, the men rotated and my holes filled again with fresh cocks. I was used, nonstop use, I struggled to swallow all of the cum as they made me orgasm so many times. I loved every minute of it.

I looked at Jack who was sleeping peacefully. I pulled down the sheets and went down on my husband. His cock swelled in my mouth as he started to wake. I kept at it until he flooded my mouth with his hot seed.

"Someone is in a mood this morning."

"I am a horny slut. What can I say?"

Jack returned the favor by devouring my pussy.

We pulled on our robes to face the morning. Jack called for room service. Jack handed me a velvet covered box, telling me he got a gift for me. I opened it. It was a solid silver necklace about a centimeter high. On the front hung a silver heart shaped charm. On the charm was inscribed "Slut Wife" in a fancy script. You could only read the engraving if you were up very close. I put it on, it fit snugly around my neck like a collar of sorts. I thanked him and said that I would wear it proudly.

I washed up, fixed my hair and makeup. I heard the knock on the door, breakfast was here. I came out in my short silk white robe. The young waiter was setting our plates on the table. Jack grabbed a twenty to give the young waiter as a tip.

I stopped Jack and I spoke up.

"Maybe he would like something different for a tip."

I played with the charm on my necklace, Jack knew what I was saying. Jack asked the waiter his name and age. The guy told him his name was Robby and that he was 22.

"Well Robby, I am a generous tipper. You could have this $50 or my beautiful wife could suck your cock as your tip."

I stood facing the boy. I undid the sash of my robe and pulled my robe open exposing my naked body. I licked my lips.

Jack held out the $50 for him. The boy shook his head no. When Jack asked him if he wanted his cock sucked, the boy just nodded. Jack sat down at the table and I walked over to the boy who was cute. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply. I reached down with my hand and I rubbed the crotch on his khaki shorts as I made out with him.

The bulge in his shorts grew under my hand into the sweet hardness that I wanted. I purred into his ear.

"I want to feel your hard cock passing between my soft lips and over my tongue. I want to suck your cock so bad. I want to feel it throb in my mouth. I want your hot load exploding in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop. Do you want that too, Robby?"

My pussy was wet from talking dirty to him.

"Yes "

He answered softly.

I whispered in his ear.

"Then be a man, tell me to suck your cock and I will."

His voice was shaky but he got it out, "please suck my cock."

It wasn't the confident, commanding tone that I love to hear but it was enough.

I went down on my knees, I pulled down his shorts. His cock wasn't anything special but it was hard. I took him into my mouth, I didn't play around. I sucked on him fast and hard, the poor boy came in about three minutes. I swallowed every drop.

I pulled up his shorts when I was done. He thanked me and dashed off quickly. I joined Jack at the table to eat.

"Someone is a hungry girl today."

"Hungry Slut."

I corrected him.

We both laughed.

We got ready for a day on the beach, a private topless beach that Jack heard about.

"Ohh you want to show off your hot wife."

"Of course."

The beach was nice, not too crowded but everyone there kind of kept in their own little groups. I did meet someone interesting at the bar when I took a seat and got a drink.

I couldn't help but notice the woman who came up and sat down next to me because we looked a lot alike. She was my height, her figure was the same as mine and our face shape was similar. The exception was that she had red hair and looked a bit younger than me. It would have been easy for anyone there to think we were sisters or at least cousins.

She was friendly, and introduced herself as Mandi. She too was here on vacation with her husband and was staying at the same resort as us. We made small talk for a while, then it got interesting.

Mandi leaned over to me and quietly said, "I am one too."

I gave her a curious look that I didn't understand what she was saying. She pointed to the charm on my necklace. The next thing I knew, we were grabbing our drinks and taking a walk on the beach to talk more privately.

Mandi was 30, her husband Marc was 45, they met when she was 20 and married 3 years later. I told her that I was 34, that Jack was 35 and we were here for our anniversary and his birthday. She asked me how long I have been a slut. I was a little embarrassed when I admitted that I just started the other day. I explained how it started and evolved quickly the last few days. When she asked if I was enjoying it, I told her it was amazing but couldn't fully explain why.

"And you? How long after you were married did it start?"

She laughed a little and said "from the start".

She told me that she became a slut, his slut two weeks into their relationship.

"He knew I was a horny little bitch and what to do with me. I was his slut girlfriend then his slut wife. I have loved every moment of it."

We talked some more, exchanged phone numbers before she had to go. Jack asked me who I was talking with and I told him she was a kindred spirit but gave details. We stopped at a little place for an early dinner on the way back to the resort. Back at the cabana, Jack told me to go shower and get ready for the night, that we would pick out my clothes. I showered and got ready. When I came into our bedroom, the outfit that I was to wear was on the bed.

It was a sleeveless black sheer bodysuit that ran from my neck all the way down. It had some black lace trimmings and was crotchless. It was very tight and highlighted my body. There also was a black miniskirt and heels, nothing else. I dressed and looked in the mirror. I looked sexy as hell, it was a great slut outfit.

I went out to find Jack who was in nice pants and a shirt. He told me that I looked fucking hot. I asked what he had planned. He told me that we were going to a party on the edge of town. I asked for details and he told me it was a surprise.

There was a car waiting for us. We drove out of town and ended at a fancy house, more like a small mansion. Jack handed me a black lace mask to wear. I put it on, he put on a mask as well. I could see through the lace but it did blur things a bit until my eyes adjusted to it. Jack told me that tonight, I would get to choose the man who would receive my gift. I like how he put it, calling it "my gift". This was really the first time he put a label on my sex with other men. It was a gift, a gift to my husband, a gift to the man and it was also a gift to me.

We entered the mansion, and a butler took our things. We entered a spacious ballroom. There were a lot of people there. They all wore masks, the men were dressed nice and the women all dressed in the most sexy and provocative ways.

"What kind of party is this?"

"One for like minded people."

The waiter handed us champagne, music played and people danced. Jack told me that we were not to use our real names, that nobody there would as well. When I asked what I should tell people if they ask, he ran his finger over the trim on my breasts.

"Tonight your name is Lace."

I liked the sound of it, classy and sexy.

"And your name?"

"Rock, as in I am the rock that you lean on."

"Mmm yes Rock."

We danced and mingled for a few hours, you could feel the sex in the air. Individuals as well as other couples flirted with us. I found out that my Lace persona loved the attention as well as flirting with them. Lace was also becoming very horny from it all.

When one man asked me to dance, Jack told me to enjoy myself. I danced with a few men, and they told me how desirable I was. Some even talked very dirty to me and I couldn't help but do the same. They talked about their favorite kinks and what they would love to do to me. I knew Jack was dancing with other women, probably having the same types of conversations as well, I didn't mind, there was no jealousy. I verbally teased the men with my sexual desires but also let them know that my husband always watches me when I am with others.

I circulated my way around. Jack was just finishing dancing with a short curvy blonde woman. I wondered what it would be like to watch him fuck her, would I find enjoyment in it because the thought if it was arousing. I made my way over to Jack when he finished the dance. We went over to get another glass of champagne.

We stood there watching others dance, I whispered in his ear that this party was making me very wet and horny.

"Just the way I like you."

A man approached us. He was tall with short black hair. He wore a black shirt and slacks. The mask he wore was gold in color and had very ornate pieces to it, it looked very old.

His brilliant blue eyes shined under the mask. He looked at me, his glance sent a pleasant little shockwave throughout me. He then turned to Jack.

"Pardon my interpretation Sir. My name is Lion. I find the woman that you are with to be the most radiant and beautiful creature here. Would it be acceptable if I asked her to dance?"

His voice was deep and smooth with a hint of an accent, possibly Italian but definitely European. Jack told the man that his wife Lace was free to dance with whom she wished.

The man nodded in understanding. He then turned to me.

"May I interest you in a dance, Lace?"

"That depends. You say your name is Lion. Is that Lion, like the big cat or lying as if you can't speak the truth?"

He smiled.

"Lion, as in the king of the jungle."

The way he looked at me and the tone in his voice pussy clench.

"I would be happy to dance with the Lion."

He took me out on the dance floor. His strong hands held my hips, I gently rested my hand on his muscular shoulders. Unlike my other dance partners, he didn't tell me what he wanted. In fact he didn't speak. We just danced slowly, his dreamy eyes fixed on mine. He had an aura of power about him, not as in wealth but as a man, strong and confident.

His strong hands moved from my hips to my ass, I gave him a smile of approval. Finally he broke the silence.

"You are a sexy and beautiful woman, Lace."

"Thank you, Lion."

We swayed to the music. His eyes glanced down to my necklace then back up.

"Is that a statement or advertisement?"

"Both. I am not ashamed of who and what I am. Does it bother you?"

He shook his head no.

He definitely held my curiosity.

"Have you ever had the pleasure of being with the willing wife of another man?"

"It's always a pleasure."

"Tell me, besides the obvious sexual release, what do you get out of it? What enjoyment do take out of fucking another mans wife as he watches?"

He pulled me closer to him, my breasts pressed against him, my head rested on his shoulder, his lips at my ear, his warm breath exciting me further.

"I enjoy showing him his wife's full sexual potential, to unlock the parts of her sexuality that were hidden. To pull out things that she never expressed before. It plays to my sexual nature."

I softly moaned in his ear to tell me his sexual nature.

"I am a Dominant male."

"So you seek a sub, trained submissive woman."

"There is no fun in that. I like pulling out the submissive side of a woman who didn't know it existed within her or one who doesn't know how to explore that side of her."

Again my words came out as soft moans.

"And how do you do that?"

"With the truth. Opening their mind to their true desires. Showing them the freedom that comes from being obedient."

His words made me tingle all over. I was deeply drawn to him. I wanted him, to experience him, to learn from him and to obey him. I didn't know how many songs we danced to, the music changed a few times and I remained in his arms.

I gave a little lick on his ear.

"What does the King of the jungle want tonight?"

He gave a little nibble on my neck.

"I want you, Lace. I want to show you what you are capable of. All you have to do is be an obedient slut for me."

"Yesssss."

I purred into his ear.

He pulled my head back and kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss but it was electric. I looked up at him, batting my eyelashes.

"When and where?"

He pulled me back into him, his lips at my ear once more.

"After this dance, after your husband gives approval, there are rooms here we can use.

My heart was racing with excitement.

"Will you obey me, Lace?"

I wanted to answer yes but it came out another way.

"I become very obedient when I am spanked."

His left hand pulled up the back of my miniskirt. If anyone was looking they could easily see that the bodystocking I was wearing was crotchless. His strong hand came down on my ass. I bit my lower lip and groaned against his chest as he spanked me hard five times. He let my skirt fall back in place. His hand lifted my chin, making me look into his dreamy blue eyes.

"Will you obey me!"

He said with a deep growl.

"Yes, my King."

"That's a good slut."

My body trembled hearing him calling me a slut, knowing that I would be his to use. He was the King of the jungle and I was his to command. The song ended. I took him by the hand and went over to find Jack. I let go of his hand and went into my husband's embrace and kissed him deeply. I whispered in his ear that I wanted to share my gift with the Lion.

I excused myself to let them work out the details. I went to the bar to get a drink. I watched the two of them talk and negotiate. When they shook hands, I made my way back over to them. I didn't have to ask if we were good. The Lion had us follow him out of the main room. I held my husband's hand as we went down a few halls, turning here and there. We stopped at the bottom of a grand staircase.

A butler stood at the base of the steps at a small podium. He asked if we needed a room, both men nodded. The butler handed Lion a key that had a number on it. He thanked him and we went upstairs. We found the room, entered it and locked the door behind us.

I held my husband's hand as we went down a few halls, turning here and there. We stopped at the bottom of a grand staircase.

A butler stood at the base of the steps at a small podium. He asked if we needed a room, both men nodded. The butler handed Lion a key that had a number on it. He thanked him and we went upstairs. We found the room, entered it and locked the door behind us.

The room was spacious and elaborate with another door on the one wall, it was open and I could see that it led to a bedroom. The decor of the room was a blend of old and new, the lighting was dim but I could see. On opposite walls there were long sofas. The center of the room was bare. The other wall contained large windows that looked out over the property, the full moon glowed into the room. Lion ordered me to stand in the middle of the room and face my husband who was sitting on the sofa at the far wall. He made a drink for Jack before turning his attention to me.

There was something powerful in the fact that we were wearing masks, our identities hidden, our faces shielded but our desires weren't. It felt primal, the other men that I had been with were strangers but tonight it was on another level. I was going to obey and be used by this unknown masked King of the jungle. Teacher and student, Master and slave in this dark erotic sexual world that I was now entering.

I was ordered to go give my husband a kiss, say goodbye to him and that I would join him later. I didn't understand the goodbye part of it, wasn't Jack going to watch us? I did what I was told. I kissed my husband with love and passion. I said goodbye and returned to the center of the room. Jack remained seated, he didn't leave.

Lion, stood behind me, his strong hands on my shoulders. He ordered me to close my eyes and I obeyed. He spoke into my right ear.

"Let go of the world, Lace.

Clear your mind. Let everything fade away except you and I. Forget the outside world, your husband, your marriage, your life and all that blocks you from being the true you. Let it all go until there are just the two of us."

His voice was calm, steady and hypnotic. He told me to focus on his voice, to hear and feel his words. He continued to tell me to let go. I stood silent and motionless absorbing his words. My mind settled, it was like my thoughts were in a room where the lighting got dimmer and dimmer.

"My voice is all you need, the only voice you hear and the only voice you will follow."

I was so focused on his words that I didn't know that he had removed my miniskirt until later. I kept listening to him, freeing my mind. I didn't actually feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me back against him but I felt him, his presence around me. I felt safe and that I belonged there.

"The only thing you have to do is obey my voice, obey my commands. Your submission to me is your freedom. Your pleasure comes from your obedience. To obey and serve is your happiness."

Time had no meaning to me, I had no idea how long he had been talking with me. The world was gone except for him.

He commanded me to open my eyes and I did. The room was a cloudy blur, I couldn't focus on anything except for his strong arms wrapped around my waist.

"When I ask you any question, don't think, don't ponder, just answer me with Yes, my King or no, my King.

Do you understand me, my submissive slut?"

"Yes, my King."

"Tonight you belong to me, Lace, mind, body and soul."

"Yes, my King."

"Your sole purpose is to give me pleasure and please me."

"Yes, My King."

My body felt like it was vibrating. His left hand moved up, he cupped and squeezed my left breast.

"Your sexy body is mine to do with as I wish."

"Yes, my King."

His other hand slid down my body, his fingers gliding over the material, down until the open area of my exposed sex. Two of his thick fingers went between my soft wet folds, I let out a little whimper as they ran over my aching clit. He pushed his two fingers into my wet needy cunt with ease. I moaned.

"This pussy belongs to me. I decide when it deserves attention and when it may cum."

"Yes, my King."

I wanted to protest when he pulled his fingers out of my pussy, they felt so good in there.

"Turn around Lace, undress me. Fold my clothes neatly and put them on the table over there."

"Yes my King."

I unbuttoned and removed his shirt. His chest was muscular. I had to fight the urge to kiss it. I went to the table and folded his shirt and set it down. I returned to him, going down on my knees to remove his shoes and socks. With them put away properly, I returned and removed his pants. He wore black silk boxer shorts. I went to my knees as I removed them

.

"Ohhh my King."

I moaned softly as I saw his magnificent cock. He was amazingly long, incredibly thick and deliciously hard. I scampered and put his boxes away with the rest of his clothes. I hurried back and without thinking, I went down on my knees before him desperately wanting to worship his majestic cock with my mouth.

He looked down at me.

"Good little slut, always kneel for your King unless told otherwise."

Happiness washed over me when he called me a "good little slut."

"Take my cock into your pretty mouth. Lace."

"Yes my King."

I opened my mouth wide to take in his big cock, he was so thick. The swollen head passed between my lips, it almost filled my mouth. He ordered me to show him that I could take it all. Slowly I took in more, I struggled at times, gagging a few times as his cock went down my throat. It was pleasingly wonderful but a bit uncomfortable having his full cock down my throat.

He didn't move, he didn't tell me to move. He had me focus on my breathing with his cock in my mouth. Then he had me rub my clit as I held his cock in my mouth. It was a crazy intense sensation. My pussy dripped hard. He kept reminding me that I wasn't allowed to cum. Sweet torture. I was on the edge when he had me stop. He kept praising me on being a good slut, his praise was like a special reward to hear.

"Now suck my cock. Show me the true slut that you are."

I didn't think, I just did it.

I moved my head forward and back. His big cock slid in my mouth and throat. I used my tongue, teeth and lips to give him pleasure. That is what I sought, his pleasure, yes I loved sucking cock but this was about him, what he needed. I sucked fast and hard, I wanted him to enjoy being in my mouth, my slut mouth. His cock throbbed between my lips and on my tongue. I glanced up at him, my eyes pleading for him to cum. When he started to pulse, I just kept the fat head inside my lips. I could see his cock pulsing as his hot tasty seed pumped into my mouth.

I held his cum in my mouth. I opened my mouth and he pulled his cock out. I looked up, showing him my cum filled mouth

"Swallow!"

I closed my eyes as I swallowed his hot tasty load.

"Such a good girl."

His praise made me radiate on the inside. My King laid down on his back on the wide plush sofa. He motioned for me to come to him. I crawled on my hands and knees over to him like a cat in heat.

"Are you horny?"

"Yes my King."

He knew I was, my nipples were hard and my pussy was dripping but he was making me admit it. He commanded me to play with his cock. I used my hands, lips and tongue, worshiping his cock to make it hard again. He got hard pretty quick.

"Mount my cock!"

I couldn't believe how it turned me on when he gave me an order. I hopped on top of him, 8 guided the fat of his cock to my wet pussy. I lowered my hips down. When the fat head penetrated my tight hole I let out a loud cry. The size of his big cock hurt as it stretched and filled me. I thought my cunt was going to split in two as I kept lowering down on it. My cries didn't go unnoticed.

"What is it, my slut?"

"You are so big, it hurts but feels so good, my King."

He had me lean back, my head tossed back, my hands gripped his thighs for balance. At this angle, his cock felt amazing, my pussy was so full and I loved it. His hands held my waist. He told me not to move with the exception of my pussy. He ordered me to grip and release his cock with my pussy muscles. I had never done that before but I was doing it. I was motionless yet fucking his cock. I was moaning about how incredible it felt. He growled with pleasure.

His hands pushed and pulled me, making me ride his big cock. I kept clenching my pussy as he moved me.

"Oh my King, I need to cum."

"Hold it, don't you dare cum until I give you permission or I will punish you severely."

I didn't want to disappoint him or be punished. My hips rocked naturally. His grip got stronger. He started cumming inside me.

"Fuck yes."

When he stopped cumming, he ordered me to cum for him. In a flash my pussy gushed and my body shook. He pulled me down on top of him, we kissed like crazy. His lips moved to my ear.

"What kind of slut wife do you want to be?"

The words came out without any thought. My truth came out.

"I want to be an obedient dirty little slut. I want to be shared with and used by others for sex. I want to do whatever I am told. I need to be commanded so that I may obey."

He ordered me to stand in the center of the room, and I obeyed. He stood behind me and started to remove my bodysuit. He wasn't in a rush, I felt the material rolling down and my flesh becoming exposed. I stood naked.

His fingers teased my flesh, running them up and down my body.

"What do you mean by being a dirty slut?"

Again the truth fell from my lips without thought.

"I want my hair pulled and to be called a slut. I want to be taken by force and used. I want to be bitten, spanked and cummed on. I want men to make me do the things their wives would never do."

He pushed me further, making me admit that I would rather be fucked by married men or men in serious relationship because it was considered wrong and that I wanted to give them what they couldn't get at home.

He then ordered me to go into the bedroom, I did as I was told. I stood by the foot of the bed and waited. He came in a few minutes later and shut the door behind him. He laid on the bed and looked at me.

"Come, be a dirty slut."

I was on top of him. I grinded my wet pussy on his cock. I shoved my nipple in his mouth and begged him to bite me. He bit my nipples as he held my tits in his strong hands. I begged him to let me cum. With his permission I came all over his hard cock.

Soon I was on my back, he knelt beside me. I stroked his cock and begged for him to cum on my body. Begging for naughty things felt natural. I stroked him faster and begged louder. His cum shot from my bellybutton to my tits. I purred as the hot stickiness landed on my flesh. I scooped up some of it with my fingers to taste and I rubbed the rest of it into my flesh.

My King slipped off the bed as I finished playing with the cum he coated my flesh with. He opened a drawer from the cabinet against the wall. He returned with a length of rope. He had me stretch my arms out straight above my head as I laid on my back. He secured my wrists together and then secured the other end of the rope to a ring that was on the headboard of the bed.

He returned with a ball gag and put it in my mouth, he secured the straps around my head. I was scared and aroused, I was truly now at his mercy and if I screamed the gag would muffle it.

"Such the helpless girl."

He then removed the restriction of me needing permission to cum. In fact he encouraged me to cum as I needed. He went to the drawer one more time with a large vibrator. He knelt by my side on the bed. He started pinching my nipples very hard, it made me cry into the gag. Each pinch was strong, sending the painful sensation through me. When he released the pinch my nipples would throb.

He pinched my right nipple hard with his thumb and finger, this time he didn't let go. My legs were spread wide and he slapped my pussy. It was arousingly painful, my wetness dripped between my legs. He slapped my pussy five more times, I moaned and cried into the gag.

"This pretty pussy is just aching to be used."

He let go of my nipple and brought the vibrator to my clit. The initial shock made my body tense and my back arch. It hammered my clit. I screamed with passion as he sent me into an orgasm. He showed no mercy, he didn't give me time to properly enjoy the orgasm. He kept the vibrator firmly on my clit.

One orgasm ran into the next and next. My body was twisting and thrashing on the bed. The cum gushed out of my pussy, soaking the sheets beneath me. He forced me to cum five times in a row before giving me a break.

I was struggling to breath when he moved between my spread legs. He shoved his big fat cock into my wet tight pussy. I screamed from the forced invasion, although I was extremely wet, his size still hurt just like the first time. His hands cupped my breasts.

I pulled my legs back hoping the wider access would ease the pain. I stared at his masked face as he pounded me with that big cock. I was crying, screaming and moaning into the gag. I was helpless, being used and I loved it. I think I came two more times and he didn't cum yet.

He pulled out and he quickly rolled me over so that I was face down on the bed. He laid on top of me, his hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. His voice growled into my ear.

"You are going to be a great submissive dirty slut wife for your husband."

It wasn't until he mentioned my husband that I remembered that he was here somewhere and that I was married. Up until now in my mind it was only my King and myself.

"Your husband is your Dominant. He owns you and you will obey him without question just like you did for me tonight. Do you understand?"

His words washed over me and sunk into the core of my being.

I nodded my head yes.

"You will serve him and his needs. Your happiness will come from obeying and pleasing him."

I nodded in agreement.

"You are his slut wife. He will share you with those he feels deserves your gift. You will get pleasure from pleasing those he shares you with."

I nodded yes again.

"I am going to enjoy your gift one more time before I return you to the possession of your husband. Focus on knowing this makes your husband happy so make him proud of you."

He raised up, off of me. I quivered and whimpered as I felt the slick head of his big cock pressing against my ass hole. I screamed as he pushed the fat head into my very tight ass. My ass stretched around his girth as he slowly filled me. It was so intense feeling him stretching and filling my ass.

He gripped my hips and thrusted slowly, he wanted me to feel him completely and I did. His pace quicken, I no longer was crying into the gag, I was now begging him to fuck my ass good and fill me with his cum but the gag just muffled it all.

His big cock traveled wonderfully back and forth in my tight ass. If I wasn't so exhausted, I would of came with ease but I was spent and took the fucking like a good slut. His weight came down on me, his hips still moving, pumping his cock into my ass. I could feel his cock pulsing with every fiber of my body, it was soon followed by the heated jetting of his cum. He packed my ass full of his hot seed.

He brushed my hair to one side and kissed my exposed neck.

"You are a beautiful and sexy creature, Lace. You are going to be an incredible submissive slut wife for your husband. Thank you for sharing your gift with me."

I wanted to thank him but the gag prevented it. He got off the bed, I heard the door open. He left me still tied and gagged on the bed. I could hear him and Jack talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

I understood now all he said about what he got out of fucking another mans wife. Tonight was a gift for all three of us. The Lion got all he wanted in dominating and using me. My gift was learning what I wanted, needed and desired to be through submission. Jack too got a gift, he was getting the true me. I was going to serve him on a deeper level.

I laid there trying to gain my strength, cum dripped out of my ass. I don't know how long it had been, how long they talked. It felt like forever before I heard Jack enter the bedroom.

I let out a muffled cry when the sting hit my ass, I could only assume that he was using his belt. With each strike he made a statement physically and verbally.

"You are my submissive slut wife!"

"You belong to me!"

*To be continued*